"Steve Perry - The Man Who Never Missed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

and was he interested?

Emile Khadaji nodded and grinned. He was young and understood life in the
ranks. It wasn't dull, there were plenty of people who shared the places with
him, he had good times with women and even a few men, he had stads to buy what
he wanted. Was he interested? Yeah, he was interested—

"—see the way the fish swim through that funnel, Emile? It's plenty big enough
to pass through, but once they're on the other side, they never can seem to
find the narrow exit to get back out."

The boy nodded at his father and watched the fifty kilo grouper swim around
inside the trap. There were five or six of the big blue-gray fish flippering
back and forth. "They're stupid," he said. "The hole in the middle is the same
size on both sides."

Hamay Khadaji looked down at his ten-year-old son, then back through the glass
walls of the observation tank. "No, son, they aren't stupid, no more than any
other fish. It's the way they look at things. It has to do with the space
around them, with the way their eyes and minds work. Just because somebody or
something doesn't look at the world the way you do doesn't mean it's stupid.
It's just different—"

"—oh, yes, Emile, put it in, I'm ready!"

He looked down the length of Jeda's naked body, slick with sweat, at her
widespread legs and damp pubic hair. He was ready too, but he wasn't sure of
just what to do. Should he just plunge in all at once? Or should he move
slowly? She said she liked it all at once, but the instruction tapes said it
was better to be easy, gentle and—-she decided for him, as he poised himself
over her, by grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling him into her, hard.
Oh, yes! This was wonderful, he couldn't believe how good it felt, only it
wasn't going to last long, he felt himself about to explode—

—exploded into a shower of blood and torn flesh as the slugs from his carbine
smacked into her flesh. The look of surprise on her face, of puzzlement,
touched him. She had not known she could be hurt, that she could die. It was
there on her face as she fell, the amazement. Among the hundreds of them
charging across the harvested wheat field, he saw her face clearly. But the
look was on other faces in the background. Wrong, the look said. This isn't
right, this isn't the way it's supposed to be, those dying expressions said—

"Khadaji, get your quad to the left, three hundred degrees! There's another
wave coming!"
"Jasper, Wilks, Reno, the Lojt says cover three hundred, stat!"

"Why are they still coming, Emile?" Reno was almost sobbing. "We're blowing
them to fuck and they ain't even armed! They're fucking crazy!"

"Goddamn fanatics," Jasper cut in. "They don't think they can die, their