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

to every other gang in this country, we'll tell them whose bomb it really
is."
He stepped closer to Johnny. "And they'll throw down their knives and
their guns and their bats because they'll be afraid the bomb will go off."
He waved the gun at Johnny's nose. "And they'll stop terrorizing their
elders for fear the bomb will go off."
"The hell!" With a look Johnny couldn't interpret, Netta pushed him
aside and threw herself on the gun. There was an explosion and she
collapsed, carrying the man to the floor as she fell.
Johnny beat Daddy-o and he beat him and he beat him, and when there
was nothing left to beat he started to pick up the bomb. Then he cursed
and split the case that protected it and dismantled the bomb and
destroyed the important parts of it, and began to carry Netta down the
hundreds of shallow stone stairs. The Judas at the bottom took one look at
his face and let him pass.
He buried Netta near the reflecting pond at the end of the Mall and
stuck a piece of twisted wire at the top of the grave. It was all that was left
of the trigger device of the bomb.
"I gotta tell Franko," he mumbled, flinging himself on his 'cicle and
taking to the air. "We gotta stop the squares."
He heard the first rumblings of the news when he set down in New
York, near battered Rockefeller centre. "Got one…"
"Daddy-o gave us one…"
"Got…"
"We got…"
Trembling, he raced through the deserted lobby into the room that was
Franko's pad. "Hey, Franko, Franko, it's a trick… we gotta watch out for…"
Franko looked up at him and grinned. "We don't gotta watch out for
nothing, Johnny boy. We got a bomb."