"Simon Hawke - Wizards 08 - Wizard of Lovecraft Cafe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

"Okay, Angelo, you're on," said Agent Silver.

"Shit," said Angelo.

The man in the unit with the pies gave him a jacket and a hat from the pizza delivery service, then handed
him two steaming pizza boxes.

"All units, stand by," said Silver into his handset. He turned to Angelo. "We'll be coming in right behind
you," he said. "Just act like a delivery boy, that's all. Don't try any heroics. This man's a skilled adept and
he's a killer. What's more, he's probably got at least two or three confederates in there with him. Just get
them to open the door and keep them talking, then when we make our move, get the hell out of the way.
Shoot only if you absolutely have to, but try not to hit any of us."

"Very funny," Angelo said wryly. "What do I do if the bastard throws a spell at me?"

"Duck," said Whelen.

"You guys are a couple of real comedians," said Angelo, zipping up the red, white, and blue jacket and
adjusting his cap. "How do I look?"

"Like a guinea delivery boy from Brooklyn," Whelen replied.

"Up yours," said Angelo. "Okay, we goin'?"

"We're going," Silver said, getting out of the car. He spoke into his handheld. "This is Silver. All units,
stand by to move on my word. All backup uniform units, start sealing off the area right now. I want the
roadblocks up, nobody in or out. That means nobody, no exceptions. Sharpshooters, stand by for
targets of opportunity. First team, move into position now. Silver out." He glanced up at the darkening
sky. "Looks like it's going to rain."

"Yeah, there's a big storm front coming in," said Whelen. "It's going to ground the choppers. And the
sharpshooters won't be able to see a damn thing when it hits."

"Then we'd better not waste any more time," said Silver. He turned to Angelo. "Okay, let's get this show
on the road."

They crossed the street to the building entrance, Angelo carrying the pizza boxes in an insulating warmer.
They went through the front door into the alcove. Angelo glanced at the rows of buttons on the buzzer
panel.

"Wait," said Silver. He pointed at the camera mounted over the panel. He made a slight gesture at the
inner door and the locking mechanism quietly clicked open.

"What the hell do you need me for?" Angelo asked as the door silently swung open by itself.

"I told you, a distraction," Silver said. He spoke into his handheld. "First team, repeat, first team . . .
move in now. All other units stand by."

They waited a moment or two, then heard the sound of running footsteps as the S.W.A.T. team came
around the side of the building and up the steps to the front entrance, weapons held ready. Silver held the