"Brian Lumley - Necroscope 2 - Wamphyri!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lumley Brian)

And, 6... he would think of 6 when the first 5 were working! But before any of that -


Outside he found the driver of the Army truck, a young Sergeant in uniform. 'What's your
name?' he asked, listlessly. He must get some sleep soon.
 'Sergeant Gulharov, sir? he slammed to attention.


'First name?'


'Sergei, sir. r


'Sergei, call me Felix. Tell me, did you ever hear of Felix the Cat?'


The other shook his head.


'I have a friend who collects old films, cartoons,' Krakovitch told him, shrugging. 'He has
connections. Anyway, there's a funny American cartoon character called Felix the Cat. He's a very
wary fellow, this Felix. Cats usually are, you know? In the British Army, they call bomb disposal
officers Felix, too - they have to tread so very warily. Ah! Maybe my mother should have called me
Sergei, eh?'


The Sergeant scratched his head. 'Sir?'


s>'Never mind,' said Krakovitch. Tell me: do you carry spare fuel?'


'Only what's in the tank, sir. About fifty litres.'


Krakovitch nodded. 'Right, let's get in the cab and I'll tell you where to drive.' He directed him
around the Château to a bunker near the helicopter landing area, where they kept the Avgas. It was
very close, but better to take the truck to the Avgas than bring the Avgas to the truck. On their
way, bumping over the rough ground, the sergeant asked, 'Sir, what happened here?'


For the first time Krakovitch noticed that his eyes had a glazed look. He had helped load his
truck's awful cargo. Never ask that sort of question,' Krakovitch told him. 'In fact as long as you're
here - which will probably be a long, long time - don't ask any questions. Just do as you're told.'


They loaded the cans of Avgas just inside the truck's tailgate and drove to a wooded corner of