"FWLS15" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Well, I'd like to request no punches to my abdomen," the
second goon suggested. "I just had surgery."

"Oh dear. Are you alright?"

"Oh yes, it's healing up nicely, thank you."

"And you?"

"Hmm?" the first goon hummed. "Oh, me? No, I'm fine. No
hits below the belt, if you would, I've got to deliver a
presentation on warp engine dynamics tomorrow at the U."

"Alright. On the count of three?"

"Sounds fair. Should I count?"

"Don't see why not."

"One, two, three."

7333 executed a smooth ducking roundhouse kick, knocking the
two goons to the ground. He picked up the second goon and drop
kicked him into a nearby rock, and delivered a painful blow to
the other goon's leg, snapping it in half.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You had requested no hits below the belt.
Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It was a clean break. You're quite good, I must
admit."

"Should I ring for medical help?"

"No, I think the guards will be by soon. Don't let me stop
you. Have fun storming the compound."

"Thank you," 7333 said. "Coming, Mr. Smith?"

"But... but..." I stammered, more or less in confusion.
"You... TALKED to them. Chatted. Conversed. BARGAINED. This
isn't right at all, you're supposed to sneak up and blindly
attack the goons without fear of your life or limb."

"Who's he?" the injured goon asked.

"He's with SBS, it seems."

"The channel with all those annoying mint ads?"