"Kit Reed - Judas Bomb" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Kit)

"Easy, or we'll never get anything out of him," Johnny said. Then, as she
sat astride the Judas's chest, waiting for instructions, he said, "You were
pretty good about that knife."
"Enh."
"Let's find out about the bomb." Johnny gave their prisoner's ear a
twist. "Where's the bomb?"
"Bug you."
"Where'd you get the bomb?"
"Cash in."
He twisted a little harder, while Netta gave the Judas a well-calculated
dig in the ribs. They kept at it until the Judas raised his head limply and
said, "Okay, okay. I'll tell. Knock it off."
"Well?"
"Got the bomb from Daddy-o." Johnny gave Netta a puzzled look and
bit him again. "Daddy-o gave it to us. With that bomb, man, the Judas
Gang is on top!"
"Where is it?"
"Bug you."
They worked on him a little harder, and when they finished, he told
them the bomb was in the centre of Judas territory, and when Johnny
applied a special hold he knew, he told them it was under guard in the
safest spot in town-the top of the Washington Monument. When Johnny
hit him again, he said the bomb was for the Comradskis, but the Hypos
would get theirs, and the Dragons and the Bishops too, and man, the
Judas Gang would take over the world, because they had a bomb and
there were more where that came from. Netta and Johnny asked him what
he meant, but all he would say was, "Ask Daddy-o."
Afterward they threw him in the bushes and took his jacket. Netta got a
Judy before the girl even knew what had happened, and then she had a
Judy jacket too.
It was nearly daylight when they got on their 'cicles again and there was
no hurry. They didn't want to try the monument until after dark. They
spent the day in Wilmington, hanging around the joints and finding out
what they could find. Everybody seemed to know about the bomb and they
talked about it with a frantic pride, but underneath the cockiness there
seemed to be some sort of fear. Conversations were spotted with talk
about the Big Bang, and the catchword in all the places was, "Ask
Daddy-o."
Johnny picked a fight because there was nothing better to do. He
flipped the elbows from under a guy propped at a bar and the two squared
off. Johnny lunged with the wild joy of a Hypo feeling his stuff, and then
backed away.
"Creep. What's the matter with you?"
"I don't feel like it, man. Ask Daddy-o."
"Enh." Johnny waded in again, but the tangle was no fun. The Judas
fought with a strange unsureness, like a man who is off his feed. When
Johnny closed in on him he clawed frantically, baring sharp teeth like a
cornered rabbit. Disgusted, Johnny flung him in a corner.
"You just watch it." The Judas's voice was high and hysterical. "Watch
out for Daddy-o."