Книга только для ознакомления
."
"It's all in the computer files, )(ils," Rowan added. "Well, not all of it. We were only able to download a small segment before they made the jump. There are a lot of holes. But it adds up."
"Maybe. But to what?"
"To regicide," Rowan said. "Like I told you."
Xris shook his head.
Within an hour of their escape from Canis Major Research I, the team had been picked up by the freighter. The captain listened to their story--how they'd heard the distress call, stopped to help what they thought was a disabled vessel, boarded the ship, were then set upon by thugs, and barely escaped with their lives.
The captain had been dubious: not surprising, considering Tycho standing there holding a specialized iridium sniper rifle; Raoul, blushing in shame, in his hospital gown; Xris with half his left arm sizzling and popping; and Rowan bleeding from a scalp wound. To say nothing of the Little One.
There was the possibility, of course, that the captain watched the nightly news, would recognize them. But Xris wasn't overly concerned about that. Even if the captain had seen the news, freighter captains were notorious for minding their own business. They had their own problems, including delivery dates to meet.
The vessel that had sent the distress signal had disappeared; the crew wasn't around to speak for themselves. The captain asked a few questions--just enough to make his report look good then was only too happy to transfer Xris and his team back to their spaceplane and be rid of them
|
