"LaHaye, Tim - Left Behind 11 - Armageddon" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

"She at least ought to be consulted."
"No, Ree," George said. "I thought we'd just drag her in here, hold her down, and cut her hair."
"Cool down, boys," Priscilla said. "Nobody knows who I am. I could be given an alias and-"
"No you don't," George said.
"Shoe's on the other foot now, eh?" Buck said.
"Prospect of sending your wife out there-"
"Stop it!" George said. "I'm just saying she's inexperi-enced and not all that healthy."
"Ming is not very physical," Ree said. "Not trained in weapons."
"Don't give me that," Buck said. "She worked at Buffer."
"Handling inmates at a women's prison is not like rescuing one of our people from the local GC."
"We wouldn't be looking for her to do that anyway," George said. "Buck and I and maybe you, Ree, would have to go get Chloe. We need Ming, or somebody, just to find out where she is."


Chloe had caught sight of two more GC vehicles, both moving, to the south as she was in the middle of her loop around the compound. As she watched, both trucks stopped and more than half a dozen troops disembarked from each. It became clear that they were walking a care-fully planned grid to check for hidden encampments. And the underground safe house was in their path. They may have looked bored to Buck through the periscope a few hours before, but something had sent them for reinforcements.
These guys were serious. They had metal detectors, probes, and what appeared to be Geiger counters. Chloe debated whether she had time to race back to the com-pound to alert the others. If she erred, she could lead these guys right to her door.
Determined to distract them and knock them off course, she started moving again. She had to make them see her without appearing to want that. She moved stealthily, but with a purpose.
Rather than take a right at the edge of the property and circle back to the entrance, Chloe continued west on the south side. When she heard at least one of the vehicles heading her way, she broke into a trot, then a jog, then a full run. She was not going to outrun a truck, but maybe she could go where it couldn't.
The Uzi, light as it was, weighed her down. Unless she believed she could take on an entire platoon or two of GC with it, it made more sense to ditch it and come back for it later. She would never be able to explain a weapon like that. With the sound of a truck, and maybe two of them, just a block south and closing fast, Chloe detoured and flung the Uzi and her ski mask behind some trees. She picked up her pace and sprinted about a quarter of a mile, succeeding in getting both trucks to bear down on her.
Chloe was out of sight of the underground complex and decided the best approach was indifference, so she kept her head down and kept running. The lead truck pulled up beside her, but she didn't even turn to look.
From the passenger-side window a young woman called out, "Need a lift?"
"No thanks."
"Get in."
"No thanks. I'm good."
"We want to ask you a few questions."
"Go ahead."
"C'mon, stop and let us talk to you."
"Talk to me anyway."
"Where you from?"
"About six miles west."
"That was underwater from the tsunami not that long ago."
"How well I know."
"What're you doing down here?"
"Running."
"How'd you get here?"
"Ran."
"Where you going?"
"Home."
"What's your name?"
"Phoebe."
It sounds biblical.
"Phoebe what?"
"Phoebe Evangelista."
"Ethnic?"
"Husband is." He's a WASP.
"Have any ID?"
"Not on me."
"Okay, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to stop and let us talk with you a minute."
"No thanks. You can follow me home if you want."
I'll run as far from the underground as I can until I drop.
"I need to know your original region and see your mark."