"Harry Harrison - Planet Of No Return" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harrison Harry)

"The target site below—where something has just blown up with a spectacular
explosion—and also the place where that missile was launched from that did all
the damage."

"Exactly. Until we know what is happening on this planet we want to stay as
far away as possible from any war zones. Now let's see if we can find some of
those animals that Hartig spotted. We can be reasonably sure that they will
keep well away from any battles or moving machinery. They took off when
Hartig's ship landed, and I imagine they will stay as far away as possible
from anything mechanical.

They found the site they were looking for on the eastern shore of the gigantic
lake that they named the Central Sea. Moving dots were scattered over the
grass plains that stretched from the foothills all the way to the lake shore.
Under the highest resolution of the electronic telescope, it could be seen
that these were grazing animals of some kind. The location of the herd was
recorded as well as other herds along the shore. There appeared to be
predators as well; they saw one group fleeing in panic from what appeared to
be larger and faster pursuers. But in all their searching they found
absolutely no sign at all of any kind of civilization.

"That's the area where I would like to drop," Brion said. "On the plain where
all the herds are."

"What do you mean when you say 'drop'? Aren't we going to land this lifeship?"

" No. That's the last thing we want to do. You saw what happened to that
aircraft. We don't want to get into radar range and alert their missiles. So I
am going to compute a ballistic orbit that will drop me into the atmosphere at
the correct spot."

"Won't it hurt just a little bit when you burn up, after impacting all that
air waiting for you down there?"

Brion smiled. "I appreciate your concern. I'll be wearing a gravchute that
will slow my fall. I've also removed all of the unessential metal fittings
from the pressure suit, even substituted a plastic oxygen tank. There is only
the slightest chance that I can be detected by ground radar—particularly since
the area we have picked seems to be clear of constructions of any kind. As
soon as I hit the ground I'll get rid of the gravchute along with the rest of
the space gear."

"But you'll be stranded!"

"Hardly. I'll be in communication with you."

"Will you? Then you have invented an all-plastic radio?" Her attempt at humor
failed dismally; there was only concern in her voice now.