"Steve Perry - Matador 6 - The Albino Knife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

He took a deep breath and tripped a mental kuji-kiri to stop the pain. The shoulder continued to throb
and he was aware that it was injured, but the hurt diminished greatly.

Four siblings came running into the museum, all trying to talk at the same time.

Spiral looked at Pen and Moon. "I don't remember getting an exhibit that blows up," he said.

Prologue Four

On Thompson's Gazelle, first planet of the three-planet Delta System, the Civil and Criminal Complex
inEvetsCity came to its last proceeding before the midday meal recess.

In Sentence Room A, the judge sat at his podium facing a single prisoner flanked by four planetary
cools. The room was old; the air conditioning unit whistled somewhere in the low ceiling, sounding like
some trapped beast unhappy at its fate. The room was empty, save for the six people who had to be
there.

"Criminal Sleel—" began the sentence judge.

"I'm Sleel," Sleel said, interrupting. "Stuff the criminal part." He was a fair-sized man, well built but not
extremely so, dressed in a prisoner-white coverall and neoprene slippers. He was held in place by a
pressor field mounted beneath the floor. The field was keyed to movements involving more than a few
kilos' effort. He could breathe or blink, but any real effort to move would activate the pressor and it
would clamp him like a vise. The field was rated at a thousand kilos and there was no way a man or mue,
no matter how string, could break its grip. But because he was Sleel, he kept trying.

"Can't" was not a word Sleel used very often.

The judge ignored the interruption. "You have been found guilty of tampering with protected artifacts—"

"This is all lizard shit and you know it."

"—and in addition, you have also been convicted of resisting arrest, assaulting planetary officers,
third-degree mayhem, damaging property in excess of five thousand standards, and attempted escape. I
am required to ask you if you have any final statement, which must be limited to one minute or less,
before I pass the sentence."

"Yeah, I got a statement. You and everybody connected with this dick-twisting extrusion are gonna be
sorry you were ever fucking born."

"Is that your statement?"

"You heard it."
 "Then by the authority of theGalacticRepublic and in accordance with the law of Thompson's Gazelle
and the state of Bingington's Peninsula, I hereby order that you shall be removed to the General Power
Complex onBantuIsland where you shall repay your debt to society by fifteen years at hard labor."

Sleel stared at the judge as if his eyes were charged particle spitters and he could cut the man to shreds
with his gaze.