"Smith, Wilbur - Wild Justice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Wilbur)

They were grenades of East German manufacture, with the Warsaw Pact
command designation. The outer layer of each grenade was of armoured
plastic, of the type used in land mines to prevent discovery by
electronic metal detectors. The yellow stripe around each grenade
indicated that it was not a fragmentation type, but was designed for
high impact concussion.

The blonde girl took a grenade in her left hand, unlatched her lap belt
and slipped quietly from her seat.

The other passengers paid her only passing interest as she ducked
through the curtains into the galley area. However, the purser and the
two stewardesses, still strapped into their fold-down seats, looked up
sharply as she entered the service area.

I'm sorry, madam, but I must ask you to return to your seat until the
captain extinguishes the seat-belt lights." The blonde girl held up
her left hand and showed him the shiny grey egg.

This is a special grenade, designed for killing the occupants of a
battle tank," she said quietly. "It could blow the fuselage of this
aircraft open like a paper bag or kill by concussion any human being
within fifty yards." She watched their faces, saw the fear bloom like
an evil flower.

"It is fused to explode three seconds after it leaves my hand."

She paused again, and her eyes glittered with excitement and her breath
was quick and shallow.

"You." she selected the purser, take me to the flight deck; you others
stay where you are. Do nothing, say nothing." When she ducked into
the tiny cockpit, hardly large enough to contain the members of the
flight crew and its massed banks of instruments and electronic
equipment, all three men turned to look back at her in mild surprise
and she lifted her hand and showed them what she carried.

They understood instantly.

"I am taking command of this aircraft," she said, and then, to the
flight engineer, "Switch off all communications equipment." The
engineer glanced quickly at his captain, and when he nodded curtly,
began obediently to shut down his radios the very high frequency sets,
then the high frequency. the ultra high frequency And the satellite
relay," the girl commanded. He glanced up at her, surprised by her
knowledge.

"And don't touch the bug." He blinked at that. No body, but nobody
outside the company should have known about the special relay which,