"THUNDER" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rose Martin)

leaning his elbow on his knee. "So, I take it everyone would just as
soon knuckle under."
Nine pairs of eyes and two sets of optic sensors peered at him as if
to visually fit him for a straight-jacket.
He smirked. "Didn't think so."
"Well," Chris opined, "having determined that we're not throwing in
the towel, where do we go from here?"
Martin slowly rose to his feet and walked over to him. "If you must
know, I think that we've recently established ourselves as a moderately
independent group. Here, take a look." He handed Chris one of his
business cards.
Mako looked it over, with Temper peering over his shoulder. They
looked back toward him after a moment of disbelief; Chris's face bore a
look of slight distaste. "'Thunder Force'?"
"We'd hardly sound formidable if we went by the name 'Clay Pigeons',
now, would we?"
He looked back to the card. "Okay, I can see that. Still..."
"Oh, park it, Chris," Katie chided from behind him. "I think it
sounds cool."
"You two're welcome to join, of course."
Chris flipped the card over, considering the insignia on the back.
He hummed a long, thoughtful note. "I dunno ... we'll have to think
about it."
Martin shrugged. "Think all you want. Talk it over with Kate, too.
We'll be doing the concert tomorrow, and leaving the system the day
after; by then, if you'll be joining us or just want a ride somewhere,
let me know." He turned and took a couple paces away. "For now,
though, you can just hang out while we practice. Unless you'd rather do
a field trip for a half-a-day or so. It's a decent planet; highly
musical. You'd like it, Chris."
Mako nodded. "I may just do that. Do they have Valkyrie-size
facilities?"
"Take it from me," Blaster chimed in. "I've been lots'a places,
'n'this one's the best non-cyber world for folks our size I've ever been
to. These people like just about everybody."
Chris smiled at the mechanoid. "That'll be a refreshing change."
"I'll second that," Katie added. "Any points of interest?"
"Well," Blaster grinned, "there's the Coolsville Wash'n'Wax..."
She hung her head. "Why do I bother?"
"I prefer to hand-wash," Chris replied. He snarfed mightily the
moment he realized that he had, indeed, actually said that.
"Don't encourage him, Chris," Temper grated. Of course, everyone
else was just about rolling with laughter by now.
"Okay, okay," Martin said at last, "that's enough. Kate, you're
going with Chris, right?"
"I'll probably regret it, but yes." Chris tried to look hurt in
response, but failed miserably.
"Nadia, Hanson ... watch practice, or go with them?"
The Davions looked at each other, nodded, and looked back at him.
"We'll go with them," Nadia said.