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

"We've been too busy working on the ship to actually tour around down
below," Hanson elaborated.
"Good deal. You can take one of the other Valks or a shuttle.
Korren, how about it?"
Korren nodded his head toward Chris. "I'll help with the vacation,
thanks."
"Better make it a shuttle, then. Blaster?"
The immense Autobot looked slightly surprised at his relatively
diminutive comrade. "Y'don't need me t'run th'sound board?"
"Not for a rehearsal. Murdock's capable of running it himself, if
you'd rather spend a little quality time with our prodigals. Of course,
we'll need you for the concert, since none of the Team are ACIs."
Blaster looked over at Katie, who tried to shoot icicles at him
through her expressionless optic visor. "Suits me fine," he said with a
smile. "I'll help'em get introduced."
"Spiffy." He turned to the last non-band member, and Eiko couldn't
help but notice that his voice softened considerably as he spoke.
"Riko? How about it?"
The little brunette met his gaze evenly, with just a hint of a smile.
"I'd rather stay ... with you."
I'm sure you would, Eiko thought darkly.
Martin nodded to her, then snapped his fingers. "Oh! Almost
forgot." He sprinted over to the Batwing, hopped up to stand beside the
fuselage, and tapped at a point on its side. "Open cargo hatch beta,"
he announced, and a long, rectangular piece of the astrofighter's armor,
centered roughly around where he'd tapped, moved outward, then slid
down. Martin reached into the cavity behind it, producing an enormous
carrying case, slightly longer than Eiko was tall.
"Close cargo hatch beta," he called over his shoulder, walking back
toward the group as the ship's armor reassembled itself. "Here you go,
Dund. This is why I was planetside in the first place."
The enormous mute accepted Hammer's payload eagerly. He laid the
case on the ground, opened the fasteners, swung the lid up, and
reverently lifted out its contents -- a largeish object resembling an
oddly-shaped tabletop attached to a long, fretted plank, polished to a
reflective smoothness and with strings down its length -- with a very
satisfied look on his face.
It was, in truth, the biggest, baddest bass guitar you'll ever want
to see.
"Oh, WOW!" Danilia squealed. "It's so COOL!"
Dund wielded the guitar with an authority never before seen in a bass
player. The phrase "shit-eating" didn't even come close to doing
justice to the size of his grin.
"You're welcome," Martin stated smugly. Catching Chris and Kate's
awed stares, he noted, "We lost our old instruments when the Son went
down, so we finally got some replacements. Dund's bass here was a
special-order we got from a terrific music shop down yonder, run by a
guy named Peabo. Y'might wanna check the place out." He received numb
nodding as his reply.
Time to kick ass and take names, Dund signed.