"Shadowrun - Secrets of Power 02 - Choose Your Enemies Carefully - Rober N Charrette" - читать интересную книгу автора (Charrette Robert N)

samurai, muscle for hire, chromed with cyberware to
set him beyond the frailty of the flesh. Like many of
his kind, the trade of meat for machine meant that
some of his spirit had been tossed out with the unde-
sired body parts. The cold chrome eye shields shut-
tered the windows to what was left of his soul, but his
leering smile exposed what was left of his emotions,
leaving no doubt that he would be happy to use his
weapon.

At the other end of the cabin, Fishface George and
Grey Otter were menacing the crew in similar fash-
ion. They were samurai too, though less extreme ex-
amples of the breed, and neither walked as close to
the edge of sanity as their leader. That was just as
well. Sam needed the muscle for cover, but he didn't
think he could deal with more than one samurai of
Jason's hellbent aggressiveness.

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Sam slid past Jason. He knew that he was blocking
some of the samurai's field of fire, but he was confi-
dent that the others would cover the gap. They always
had before. They might not like Sam, but they knew
he was their meal ticket. They'd keep him safe until
they were paid off.

"Two minutes, Sir Twist," buzzed the receiver in
Sam's ear. Sam nodded unconsciously to the speaker,
but Dodger couldn't see the acknowledgment. He was
on a remote broadcast, the only way to link the elf's
position in the Matrix with Sam's ground team aboard
the shuttle craft. Dodger could have left the mundane
time count to a subroutine, but his personal attention
indicated his concern. They were all expecting the run
to be easy, but Dodger was playing cautious. If any-
thing blew up, a subroutine would be outclassed and
purged by intrusion countermeasures before Sam could
know about it. An on-line decker was Matrix security
that every shadowrunner wanted.

In two minutes, the craft's preplanned ground time
would be up and, by then, the Aztechnology shuttle
was supposed to be airborne, on its way to the Sea-
Tac international airport. If the runners delayed it, the
metroplex air traffic control would be alerted. The plan
called for the shuttle to lift on schedule, giving the
runners time to get away with their prize before pur-
suit could be called in. They had managed to board
just as the craft was leaving the gate, successfully slip-