"FWLS64" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

our shrinks say that without the gas, the door seals are probably
going to enrage the crowd beyond any previously known limits.
They're gonna be doing more than shopping. Good luck, man, #51122
out.'

"You can't just leave me here!" the agent shouted, throttling
the radio.

'I've got orders. Over and out.'

The agent stomped over to a toilet and flushed the radio.
"Suck that down, you bastard. Great. Just great. You know, I
should have seen this coming. One more month and I retire. The
soon-to-retire guys ALWAYS bite it."

"I thought you had combat training," I weakly offered.

"Combat training yes. I can take down an unarmed opponent one
on one or hit three moving targets. Three THOUSAND is another
matter," he said. "I'm doomed."

"And me?" I asked.

"Equally doomed. Unless...!"

"What? WHAT?"

"Nothing. I was kidding. You're doomed."

I groaned, slumping down against a stall. "I don't wanna be
doomed. I've got a future to think about and a term paper due
after break."

"Well... there is one thing... how bad do you want to live?"
he asked, tentatively fishing through his many pockets.

"Bad?" I offered. "Pretty damn bad. Why?"

"Bad enough to put up with what could be the worst night of
your life?"

"If I don't live, this'll be the worst night of my life
anyway."

"Okay. Turn around," he said.

"Huh?"

"Just do it!"