"John G. Hemry - Stark's War 3 - Stark's Crusade" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hemry John G)

“Commander Stark, we got a problem,” Milheim reported.

“What’s that?”

“I got a coupla platoons of enemy soldiers surrendering here.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Do we want ‘em?”

“Hell, no.” The cargo shuttles had been fully loaded and wouldn’t need any extra bodies
weighing them down on the way back.

“I didn’t think so. What do I do with ‘em?”
 Stark glanced at Vic, who triggered her own circuit. “Milheim, this is Reynolds. Tell the
enemy to leave their weapons and run. Anybody who’s slow in doing either gets shot.”

“Roger. Oh, man.”

“Now what?”

“Got word from one of my squads. There’s some American techs here. Private contractors,
I think. Do we bring ‘em back?”

“Link me to that squad.” Stark switched controls swiftly, bringing up vid of the view from
another soldier’s battle armor. Visible before him were two figures in surface suits, armored
only enough to protect them from the lunar environment. Some sort of corporate logo made
bright splashes on the left breasts of their suits, looking weirdly out of place against the black,
white, and gray of the lunar surface. “They look like civs,” he remarked to Reynolds. “What do
you think? They might know some stuff we could use.”

“They might. But, Ethan, there’s a chance we’ll lose a shuttle on the way back. We don’t
want these guys to be on that shuttle, because if they are, we get blamed for causing the deaths
of other Americans. American civs, no less. So far, our hands are clean. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Yeah. Good call, Vic. Milheim? Let ‘em go. And tell ‘em to run like hell. I don’t want them
around when we blow away everything on that field.”

“You’re the boss.”

“Hey!” another soldier called over the command circuit. “This is Corporal Yuin. I’m at that
big pile of junk to lunar southeast of the landing field. Everybody stop throwing bullets this
way!”

Stark tagged Yuin’s symbol. “What’s the problem, Corporal?”

“The problem is this junk ain’t beans and blankets! Sir. It’s ordnance. Live ammo. Tons of
it. And it ain’t covered by anything but some sort of metallic tarp.”