"FWLS40" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)spin. We are THE bad-ass delivery squad. Nobody gets in our
way. And if someone IS dumb enough to get in out way, we remove them efficiently to keep your parcels safe and secure. I gave the rover a last burst of acceleration, pulling hard right and shooting past the check point of the D.P.W. garage. Merv, the guard, knows me well enough. No need to bother him with messy check-in paperwork. I narrowly avoided a few outgoing starhoppers, and swerved into my parking space. I hit the wall full tilt, but hey, I've got an airbag and one hell of a bumper, so who cares? I unbuckled (safety first, you know), and hopped out. Smell that air! Dirty, crappy, full of carbons and filth. Cleaner than my apartment, however. I waved to a few of my friends, who were busy having an arm wrestling contest on Mel's hood. (Mel's really into spikes, and decked out his transport to that effect. I like his taste.) I waved my passkey in front of the garage elevator sensors, and climbed inside. There was a scream as the doors closed... someone must have won the arm wrestling match, and literally pinned the other guy's arm down. That's gotta hurt. The elevator descended deeper into the underground complex, past all the various floors of D.P.W. The training arenas, small arms ranges, ammo storage, legal department (four floors!), medical unit (five floors!). Finally, to the lowest level; dispatch. I strutted out, careful to duck, since Cinthia tends to blast any men stepping out of the elevator. She's got this little quirk, sort of an intense hatred of her ex-husband, and also very poor vision. If it has testicles, she'll probably fire. Better safe than sorry, logically. However, no bullets slammed into the back of the elevator. I looked up, trying to spot a familiar face. "Hey, Nedry! Where's Cinthia?" I screamed over the din of office work. "Dennis? That you?" Nedry shouted from across the room. "Cinthia's sick today. Stomach flu." "What, like hocking up a lung and emptying your stomach six times a day?" |
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