"JAMES LUCENO. SABOTEUR" - читать интересную книгу автора

resigned to fate, Maul thought. It scarcely mattered, in any case.
He circled the house, occasionally chinning himself on the windowsills to peer
inside. In a rear room Bruit was sprawled atop a knocked-together bed, half in,
half out of a net tent that was meant to keep nocturnal insects from feasting on
his blood. He was fully clothed, snoring lightly, and dead drunk. A half-emptied
bottle of brandy sat on a small table alongside the bed.
Maul gritted his teeth. More carelessness, more lack of discipline. He couldn't
summon any compassion for the man. The weak needed to be weeded out.
Maul let himself in through the unlocked door and scanned the front room. Bruit
was a man of few worldly possessions, and not a particularly orderly one. His
dwelling was as chaotic as his life appeared to be. The confined space smelled
of spoiled food, and lommite dust coated every horizontal surface. Water dripped
from a sink faucet that could have easily been repaired. Arachnids had woven
perfect webs in all four corners of the room.
Maul searched for Bruit's personal computer and located it in the bedroom. It
was a portable device, not much longer than a human hand. He called the machine
to him and activated it. The display screen came to life and a menu presented
itself. It took only moments for Maul to find his way to Lommite Limited's
central computer, but for the second time that night he found himself locked
out.
The computer was demanding to see Bruit's fingerprints.
Maul might have been able to slice his way inside the central computer, but not
without leaving an easily followed trail. What is done in secret has great
power, his Master had said.
Maul gazed at Bruit. With a scant motion of his left hand, he caused the man to
roll over onto his back. Born of some uneasy dream, a prolonged groan escaped
the human. Maul gestured for Bruit's right arm to rise, wrist bent, with the
palm of his hand facing outward. Then he stealthily carried the computer to
Bruit's hand, easing the display screen into gentle contact with the
outstretched fingers. When the machine had toodled an acknowledgment, Maul
dropped Bruit's arm and rolled him back onto his side.
By the time Maul left the bedroom, the directories for the database were
scrolling onscreen. Maul pinpointed the files relating to the imminent Eriadu
delivery and opened them.

The cantina was doing a brisk lunchtime business when Darth Maul stole through
the entrance and took a seat at a corner table in the smaller room. Outside, a
gloomy downpour was inundating the town. He kept the dripping hood of his cloak
raised, and he angled himself away from the crowd, ignoring the few second
glances he received.
Two of Lommite Limited's security men occupied their usual booth, feeding their
faces with fatty foods and talking with their mouths full. Not far from where
Maul was seated, the Rodian and the two Twi'leks he had identified the previous
evening as agents of InterGalactic Ore were gathered around a card table.
Shortly the three were joined by a dark-haired human female, who placed a stack
of company credits on the table and joined the sabacc game in progress. Maul
recognized the piece of cuff jewelry that adorned the woman's left ear as a
receiver.
He waited to act until the four of them were engaged in monitoring the security
agents' conversation. Then, with a slight motion of his hand, he Force-summoned