"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 11 - Armageddon" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

"On it."
Chloe was already out of bed and had pulled on a sweatshirt. She unlocked
a cabinet, removed two Uzis, and tossed one to Buck as he headed for the
periscope next to Kenny's tiny chamber. He set the weapon on the floor,
dropped the walkie-talkie into his pajama pocket, and bent to peer into the
viewer. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he was aware of Chloe opening and
closing Kenny's door. Going on four years old, Kenny slept longer but less
soundly than he used to.
"He out?" Buck said, eyes still glued to the scope.
"Dead to the world," Chloe said, draping a sweater around Buck's
shoulders. "As you should be."
"Wish I was," Buck said.
"I should think so." She rested her palms on his shoul-ders. "What do you
see?"
"Nothing. George doesn't think I ought to rotate the scope. It's facing west
at ground level. I'd love to elevate it about six inches and let it give me a three-
sixty."
"He's right, babe," she said. "You know it's got that whine when it moves.
Anybody out there could hear it."
"I don't think anybody is out there," Buck said, pull-ing away and rubbing
his eyes.
She sighed. "Want a chair?"
He nodded and returned to the periscope. "Could have been an animal.
Maybe the wind."
Chloe pressed a chair behind his knees and guided him into it. "That's why
you should just let me-"
"Oh no," he said.
"What?"
 He put a finger to his lips and pulled out the walkie--talkie. "George," he
whispered. "Six, seven, eight, nine. Nine uniformed, armed GC directly above to
the west."
"Doing?"
"Not much. Kicking at the vents. They look bored. Maybe something caught
their eye on the way by."
"Vehicles?"
"I'd have to raise or rotate."
"Negative. Any more?"
"Can't tell from this angle. No more coming past. Only three left in sight
now."
"Listen for engines."
Buck sat silent a moment. Then, "Yeah, there's one. And another."
"I hear 'em," George said. "Must be leaving. Can I come over?"
"Tell him no," Chloe whispered.


What palace personnel Rayford could make out in the eerie sepia-toned
landscape through the cockpit window appeared to be in agony. Chang had told
him that the people writhed and moaned, but a jet screaming onto the runway
also clearly terrified them. They had to think it was about to crash, as some had
on runways 3 left and 3 right.