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

She had only three on her side. The second caught the hail of full auto darts across the hands, twelve
shots, and screamed before he fell. The third man ate a single dart from the right spetsdod; his mouth was
open and dark against his white face, and that was where Dirisha aimed.

The black woman twisted toward her friend and lover, hearingGeneva 's spetsdod fire.But only a single
weapon.

Dirisha saw that three of the four attackers onGeneva 's side were already down. The fourth fired a
shotgun at the blonde, who was sprawled on her side on the road.

Dirisha screamed "No!" asGeneva 's body rocked under the force of the hit. Dirisha leaped up, right
hand pointed at the shotgunner. Her weapon rasped. Three small spots appeared in a short line on his
neck. He fell.

She ran toGeneva .

"W-w-we get th-them all?"

"Yeah, hon. Hold still, let me see."

"I h-hit a bump on the r-road,"Geneva said, the pain heavy in her voice."Sn-snapped the b-barrel on the
left clean off."

Blood welled from the wound on the blonde's chest. The shotgun blast had hit her high and to the right.
Missed the heart, Dirisha hoped, but the splash of red bubbled.Got the lung for sure.

"I b-broke my left wrist, Dirisha.And t-took the shot in the—" She winced and ground her teeth as a
spasm of pain hit her. Her pale skin seemed waxy and lighter than normal.

Dirisha slid her arms under the wounded woman. "Hang on, brat, they'll have transportation close. We'll
go let you dance with the medics."

"You th-think?"

"Yeah.No problem. Looks like you might have to take it easy for a few days, though." Dirisha tried to
sound offhand, as if she weren't worried in the least. It was a lie.

Green eyes narrowed in concern, the black woman stood and started for the place where she would
have hidden her transport if she'd been mounting the assassination attempt. Halfway to the thick brush,
she spotted the flitter. Good.

She putGeneva into the flitter, and sprinted back to their ruined aircar for the medkit she always carried.
The coags would slow or stop the bleeding, the stupecomp would pump whatever it thought the patient
needed into her, and then it would be up to the medics to repair the damage.
 The matadora hurried back as fast as she could move toGeneva , put the medkit over the chest wound
and triggered the machine to life. It hummed and clicked, and Dirisha had already gotten the flitter online
and into the air before the medkit finished its diagnosis and emergency treatment. The flitter's engine
screamed as Dirisha jammed the forward speed control to maximum and headed back towardFlatTown .
Five minutes, she figured.Geneva had wanted to see where Dirisha grew up, and so they had come to the
planet for which the black matadora had been named.