"Patrick Tilley - Amtrak 1 - Cloud Warrior" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tilley Patrick)

'Avery - ?"

Mel Avery leapt out of her seat and snapped to attention, thumbs
aligned with the side seams of her blue jumpsuit.

'Sir!" 'Flightline Three."

Avery grabbed her visored helmet, saluted swiftly and headed for the
door at the double.

The Flight Adjudicator keyed in a box co& against Avery's name and
looked up. 'Ayers - ?"

Ayers stood up, jaw squared, back ram-rod straight. 'Sir!"

'Flightline Five."

Ayers saluted and ran.

'Brickman - ?"

Steve Brickman shot to his feet, stamped his right heel into line with
his left and braced his shoulderblades together. 'Sir!" 'Flightline
Six."

The Snake Pit.

Despite his tensed neck and jaw muscles, Bricknmn let slip a brief
involuntary gasp of dismay.

The Adjudicator's grey eyes fastened on him. 'Anything wrong?"

'No, sirr!" 'Okay, get moving."

Brickman picked up his helmet from the desk top and saluted smartly.

The Flight Adjudicator's attention was already elsewhere.

'Bridges - ?"

'Sir!" Brickman cursed his luck as he ran along the corridor which led
to the simulators and free-flight rigs. The end-of-course exam
consisted of eight segments. Like all the other candidates, he had
been hoping to warm up on one of the easier rigs. Instead, his first
test was to be over the toughest hurdle.

The Snake Pit - as it had been christened by a long-&ad generation of
flight cadets - was described officially in the Academy's training
manual as the Double Helix, and listed in Daily Or&rs as Flightline