"Halo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maddox Tom)

mirrored ovoid lenses made a blank second pair of eyes; a thin

strand of black fiberoptic cable trailed from their rim. Beneath

the glasses, his thin face was brown and seamedno cosmetic work

for this guy, Gonzales thought. The man wore a throwaway

"tropical" shirt with dancing pink flamingos on a navy blue

background.

 

"That's me," Gonzales said. He gestured with the shock-case

in his right hand, and the pilot toggled a switch that opened the

luggage locker. Gonzales put his bags into the steel compartment

and watched as the safety net pulled tight against the bags and

the compartment door closed. He took a seat in the first of eight

empty rows behind the pilot. Cushions sighed beneath him, and

from the seatback in front of him a feminine voice said, "You

should engage your harness. If you need instructions, please say

so now."

 

Gonzales snapped closed the trapezoidal catch where shoulder

and lap belts connected, then stretched against the harness,

feeling the sweat dry on his skin in the plane's cool interior. 

"Thank you," said the voice.

 

The pilot was speaking to Myaung U Airport traffic control as

the plane lifted into twilight over the city. The soft white glow

from the dome light vanished, then there were only the last