"Энди Макнаб. Последний свет (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автора

was cordoned off and surrounded by every police vehicle in the Greater
London area.
The windows of the hospital were crammed with patients and nurses
trying to get a grandstand view of the commotion.
We wove around the obstacles in the road and through the cordon. Once
over the large roundabout, we passed under the Eurostar track a hundred
metres further down. I could see the slick, aerodynamic trains waiting in
the glass terminal above me, and felt sick that one of them should be
leaving soon without me on it.
Sundance removed the flashing light from the dashboard. We were heading
south towards the Elephant and Castle and, no doubt, into a world of shit.
I looked at Sundance's face in the wing mirror. He didn't return eye
contact or acknowledge me in any way. Behind the stony face he was probably
working out what he had to do next.
So was I, and started to work on him straight away. This isn't going to
work.
I've got on tape the orders you drove for and I-' There was an
explosion of pain as Trainers put all his force behind his elbow and rammed
it into my thigh, dead legging me.
Sundance turned in his seat.
"Don't wind me up, boy."
I took a deep, deep breath and kept going for it.
"I've got proof of everything that's happened. Everything."
He didn't even bother to look round this time.
"Shut it."
Trainers' hand chopped down on the spacer bar between the cuffs. The
metal jarred agonizingly on my wrists, but I knew it was nothing compared
with what would happen if I didn't buy myself some time.
"Look!" I gasped, 'it's me stitched today, it could be you lot next. No
one gives a fuck about people like us. That's why I keep records. For my own
security."
We were approaching the Elephant and Castle roundabout, passing the
pink shopping centre. I nodded to give Trainers the message that I was going
to shut up. I wasn't a fool, I knew when to shut up or talk. I wanted to
make the little I knew go a long way. I wanted them to feel I was confident
and secure, and that they would be making a big mistake if they didn't pay
attention. I just hoped it wasn't me making the mistake.
I looked in the mirror again. It was impossible to tell whether this
was having any effect on Sundance. I was just feeling that maybe I should
get in another instalment when he sparked up.
"What do you know, then, boy?"
I shrugged.
"Everything, including those three hits just now." Fuck it, I might as
well go right to the top of the bullshit stakes.
Trainers' brown, bloodshot eyes and broken nose faced me without
emotion. It was impossible to tell whether he was going to hurt me or not. I
decided to try to save my skin big-time before he made up his mind.
"I taped the briefing that you drove for." Which was a lie.
"I've got pictures of the locations." Which was true.
"And pictures and serial numbers of the weapons. I've got all the