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

moments of orange sunlight coming through the bubble.

 

The temple plain was spread out beneath, all murk and shadow,

with the temple and pagoda spires reaching up toward the light,

white stucco and gold tinted red and orange.

 

"Man, that's a beautiful sight," the pilot said.

 

"You're right," Gonzales said. It was, but he'd seen it

before, and besides, it had already been a long day.

 

The pilot flipped his glasses down, and the plane banked left

and headed south along the river. Gonzales lay back in his seat

and tried to relax.

 

They flew above black water, following the Irrawady River

until they crossed an international flyway to Bangkok. Dozing in

the interior darkness, Gonzales was almost asleep when he heard

the pilot say, "Shit, somebody's here.  Partisan attack group,

probablyno recognition codes. Must be flying ultralightsour

radar didn't see them. We've got an image now, though."

 

"Any problem?" Gonzales asked.

 

"Just coming for a look. They don't bother foreign