"L. E. Modesitt - Spec-Ops" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

leaders, strengthening the lure of decaying meat.

A second snator went up, this time with its own bioex, leaving flame in
deJahn's eyes. He shook off the pain feedback and checked the closure. The three
remaining were close enough. He triggered them, holding the link for the barest
moment to make sure the command had gone true, before disengaging.

Even so, the shock rocked him, because some of the snators' death agony
washed back over him.

One down, four to go.

Automatics of some soil popped up from the sides of the cricket field right
alter deJahn detonated and disengaged from the sacrificial snator. Two of the
remaining snators were shredded by the autofire, but three others sprinted through
the hail of composite to the other side and the base of the nodecaster, surrounded
by three yards of impermite. Impermite was weak stuff compared to NorAm bioex.

DeJahn triggered and disengaged.

Pointed iron picks began to chip away at his skull.

Three more...

Group four scuttled and splashed through the tanks of a low-tech wetworks to
reach the back side of another low hill. A dozen Seasies in dull green uniforms
appeared.

DeJahn sent the lead gator toward them, using it--with an early
detonation--to clear the way for the others.

Another trigger and disengage.

Now... large and ancient cannon were blowing holes in his skull. How it felt,
anyway.

Interrogative status?

Three objectives triggered . . . two in progress. His entire body was a mass
of fire, pseudo biofeedback fire, but it still the frig hurt.

He struggled to focus on the link to group one. Still short of target.

Five ... where was five?
 Trying to cross the road, and two local patrollers were laying down a fire
curtain.

That cost him two snators, but the patrollers and their vehicles went up with
the bioex. He just hoped the two remaining snators had enough bioex for the
nodecaster as he put them on free search-and-destroy.