" Perry Rhodan 0124 - (115b-116b) The Psycho Duel" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

A hand-thrown bomb exploded at the far end of the corridor.

"Let me get out of here!" begged Henno.

"Too late!" retorted Tate as he nodded toward the other end of the hall.

Henno whirled around and saw the first group of rebels storming through the bomb smoke. They were
shouting and raving, some of them carrying bottles which they were nipping at as they went along.

"We’re lost!" exclaimed Henno.

Tate dove to one side as a shot from an energy gun hissed by. Henno felt the impact of the near miss and
was thrown to the floor. In the midst of a rising bedlam, the Arkonide turned over in time to see Tate aim
his weapon at the attackers.

For the firstime, the Granny went into action. Its superior fire power swept the hall clear of rebels,
ripped out a segment of the wall and split the staircase in two. Tate chuckled in satisfaction while Henno
gasped for breath and his eyes watered from the acrid smoke around him.

By now Tate had regained his feet and was charging toward a new group of attackers who were surging
up over the ruins of the staircase while yelling battle cries and firing wildly. Henno also started to take
part in the fight but he had to be careful not to hit the Terran who seemed to be everywhere at once,
driving back the assault forces with murderous fire from his weapon. Meanwhile the Arkonide was
asking himself what could have happened to keep the Fleet from coming to their aid. He heard the Terran
shouting an order but at first didn’t grasp what he was saying.

"The robot!" shouted Tate a second time. "Send that thing into the fight!"

Within a few minutes the Terran had become the epitome of courage and decisiveness for Henno. The
only thing he doubted was that the agent could ultimately hold off the attacks in the long run. He saw the
other’s warlike figure standing at the top of the shattered stairs, half-enshrouded by a pall of dust and
smoke. As usual, he weighed his chances, realizing that in spite of it all the percentages weren’t too
favourable for him if he were to remain. Above all he had to get the Terran’s attention distracted from his
own activities. So he gave an order to the combat chapek and the machine moved forward at once to
give assistance to Tate.

For one last moment Henno registered-the battle scene in his mind and then he ran. He heard the
thunderous voice of Granny again and its shockwave reached him with unexpected impact even at the
entrance to the roof-lift. Henno swung into the lift and pressed buttons. His heart was practically in his
mouth yet the sense of relief at his escape began to calm him down. The elevator came to a stop and the
Imperator’s deputy stepped out onto the roof.

When he felt the fresh air against his face he sighed with relief. Although the sound of the battle below
was only muffled here, a number of explosions made the building tremble. Dark grey columns of smoke
were rising up in many places around the edges of the roof.

The glider was still there in its parking slot, undamaged. Salor Henno patted the money purse at his belt
with grim satisfaction. Again, he thought, there was no situation that a shrewd head couldn’t handle. All
one had to do was keep his senses about him and not go crazy like this fellow Tate. Henno shook