"Drake, David - Redliners" - читать интересную книгу автора (Drake David)

Third Platoon clambered onto the back of the vehicle, shooting at
any visible Spook to keep the enemy's panic boiling.

Horgen goosed the throttle. She steered east and accelerated
without needing orders.

The truck was a godsend if you believed in God, which Abbado
more or less did. The navy flight crew had landed the captured
freighter on the magnetic mass nearest the port's northwest
corner according to plan. Abbado could see the sense of that,
since the port garrison's compound and the administration building
were immediately north of the site and the transient military
barracks were adjacent on the west.

The trouble was 3-3's objective, the huge maintenance hangar
along the east edge of the field, was almost four hundred yards
from the ship. That was a hell of a long way to run across bare
concrete with a combat load. By the time the exhausted strikers
got to the hangar, the Spooks would have had time to wake up.

They were waking up already. A hundred-foot-wide segment of
hangar door had been open when C41 appeared. It was closing
now, rolling down from the building roof. "Don't stop!" Abbado
said, not that there was any likelihood Horgen had planned to.

Abbado hooked his left arm around the frame of the shattered
windshield and sprayed a crackling burst from his stinger across
the shadowed figures moving within the hangar. Two of them
flopped to the ground; one sprang up again and limped out of
sight behind his fellows.

The stinger's coils accelerated 15-grain projectiles to 10,000 feet
per second. The pellet wasn't effective beyond 500 yards, but the
strikers carried rockets to handle the occasional distant target.
Stingers had the impact of a grenade on a target at short range.
With thousand-round ammo packs containing both pellets and a
fresh power supply, they were the weapon of choice for the
sudden assaults in which C41 specialized.

The truck had a three-man cab, but the three weren't supposed to
be humans in battle gear. The Kalendru were long-limbed, gray-
skinned humanoids. From a distance they appeared hairless, but if
you looked closely you saw that their skin was covered with fine
down.

Kalendru were on average taller, slimmer and significantly quicker
than Terrans. Because Spooks weren't as strong, their troops
carried lighter, less-powerful weapon loads. A striker learned fast,
though, that if you missed your first shot the Spook was going to
get in the second one.