"FWLS51" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

the gate we had left. "Hey, where's the liner going next?"

"Yttia, according the timetable," Benton noted. "It
departs... now, actually."

"Good enough," she said, letting go of one end of the cord,
and pushing her captive through the boarding gates, much to the
surprise of the attendants. She grabbed the other two by a
shoulder each, and pushed them through the gate just before it
closed, airlock sealing.

"Assholes!" she yelled after them, kicking the hatch.
"Hmph. Some people. Like they can't deal with one missing
gadget from their toybox... let's go rent that car and get on
with this, alright?"

We nodded, simultaneously. The plan seemed back on track,
at least.

*

Jody sulked in the back seat, arms crossed.

"Look, no offense, but it's better that I'm driving," Benton
insisted. "You don't know the local maps or traffic patterns,
and that combined with your normal operating speeds equals
accidents. We need to get back home intact, you know."

Jody just kept up her angry glare. I hunkered down in the
passenger seat, trying to avoid the incinerating stare of a
driver scorned. This wasn't going well; Benton was really
hurrying along, Jody was angry, and the rain was making everybody
depressed. Once we got rid of the weather, hopefully things
would get better.

"Hey, Mitch, check the map. Where's the Star Scraper?"

I unfolded the incredibly thin map, ripping it slightly. I
searched the paper in a binary fashion, dividing up the quadrants
until I had--

"Never mind," Benton said. "I see it. JEEZ, that thing's
huge!"

He swung the car around a corner and rolled down the street,
coming a gradual rest in front of the structure.

"Alright, this is it!" I cheered. "The biggest gag in High
High history. You guys pumped?"