"James Swallow - Judge Dredd 4 - Eclipse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swallow James)

flap yo lips-"

Moon-U gave Diaz a broad wink and out of nowhere produced a
massive hammer that had the words "ten tons" written on it. Unbidden,
hysterical laughter bubbled up out of Ernesto as the moon-faced figure
used it to flatten the comic Judge into a bloody pulp. Someone chortled.
"Yeah! Right on! Smash those Judges!"

Diaz saw the female Judge on the street corner speaking urgently into
her belt mic.

"Quick! I gotta tell U before they get me!" Moon-U hissed urgently.
"The Judges never did a thing for U, did they? And now they're gonna cut
off the air!"

A ripple of anger and fear spread through the audience, and Diaz felt
his heart tighten. Suddenly, strident voices were shouting.

"They can't do that! Stinkin' Judges!"

"They never liked Kepler, just 'cos we ain't a rich dome-"

"If those sneckers come down here, we'll bust 'em in the head-"

"They always pick on us! We gotta show them!"

"Ooh no!" cried Moon-U, and he pointed up at the dome ceiling
hundreds of metres above them. "Look out!"

Like everyone else on the street, Diaz had looked up, and there he had
seen something that made his blood run cold. At the very crest of the
transparent glasseen dome, just as there was in every Luna conurb, a
disc-shaped oxygen processor managed the airflow for Kepler, a train of
green indicator lights forever marching around its base to signify its safe
operation. The green lights winked out one by one and turned red. A
muffled klaxon hooted: the air-warning siren.

Ernesto suddenly felt sick with fear. He stumbled back into the cafe, the
mustard jar falling forgotten from his nerveless fingers. His mind was
racing, caught in a whirl of emotions. Just seconds ago, he'd been
laughing inanely at the cartoon without a care, but now he felt like his
world was coming to an end. His head swam with nausea and anxiety.

He gripped one of the counter stools for support and dared to take
another look out into the street.
 Ernesto had a ringside view.

A cluster of citizens had surrounded the Judge. They were jeering at
her and waving their fists; even one of the cuffed punks on the holding
pole dared to lash out at her with a swift kick. Diaz couldn't make out