Alpha Wave. James Axler
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Название: Alpha Wave
Автор: James Axler
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Морские приключения
Серия: Gold Eagle Deathlands
isbn: 9781472084613
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But Mildred butted in. “He’s right, Doc. None of us will be any use to her if we’re chilled,” she stated. “Let’s get to a campsite, a cave, a ville. I’ll examine her when there’s time.
“She’ll be fine,” Mildred added, turning to their companion. “Won’t you, girl?”
Krysty nodded heavily, the hair falling over her face.
J.B. called back to them, keeping his voice low. “Jak’s here,” he said.
They all looked in the direction J.B. pointed and saw the little trail of sand kicking up in the wind as Jak approached.
The albino stopped in front of J.B., his breath ragged for a moment until he got it under control. Ryan and the others joined them, as Jak began to enthusiastically tell of his findings, gesturing repeatedly toward the northeast.
“Tall. Big tall,” Jak began, the words stringing together into his own version of speech. “Towers into sky, like old Libberlady.”
“What is it?” Ryan asked. “What did you see?”
“A tower, like skeleton, the air. Near it a ville.”
Mildred sucked in her breath suddenly, so loud that the other companions turned to look at her. “A ville, Ryan,” she said. “It is just what we need. I can examine Krysty there, it’s ideal.” No one spoke, and Mildred saw the doubt on Ryan’s features. “We can all bed down there, maybe get more supplies,” she added, a gambler trying to sweeten the pot.
“Could be trouble, Ryan,” J.B. stated flatly.
Ryan looked in the direction that Jak had been pointing, weighing the options in his mind. Doc wondered if he should say something, like some old-time counsel for the defense, pleading with Ryan for the lenience of the court. Krysty needed to stop; in fact, all of them would benefit from it. But the Armorer was right, too—sometimes a new ville was nothing but chilling waiting to happen, and most villes didn’t take kindly to outlanders, especially a bunch of well-armed nomads with nothing much to offer.
Ryan started to march to the northeast, the direction that Jak had come from. “Let’s go look at this tower,” he stated.
The others followed, with Doc and Mildred taking a position on either side of the sick Krysty.
I T TOOK FORTY MINUTES to reach Jak’s tower with Ryan setting a brisk pace. As they got closer, they could see it resting on the horizon, its thin struts seeming to waver in the heat haze.
When they were fifty paces away, Doc stated his opinion. “It is just a pylon,” he asserted.
J.B. didn’t bother to turn back as he addressed the older man. “Then where are the lines?”
Shifting his grip around Krysty’s back, Doc leaned his cane against his leg and held his free hand up to shield his eyes, staring at the towering structure. J.B. was right—there were no power lines, not even the trace of where they might have once attached.
Mildred’s voice, urgent and quiet, broke into his thoughts. “Doc.”
The old man turned to look at her across their suffering colleague. “What is—?” He stopped as the shiny red droplet twinkled in the sunlight, catching his eye. Krysty’s nose was bleeding, a trickle of blood running from her left nostril, working its way to her deathly pale lips.
Doc started to call for Ryan and the others, but Mildred suddenly stumbled and Krysty lurched out of their grip, falling to the ground, making a muffled thump as her body compacted the sand.
Doc knelt, gently turning Krysty’s head, pulling up her face. She spluttered, choking on a mouthful of sand. Mildred regained her balance and crouched beside them. “How is she?” she asked.
“She’s breathing. Are you okay?” he asked Mildred.
Mildred brushed sand from her fatigue pants, little heaps of it sailing from the covers on the bulbous pockets. “I’m fine, I’m good. She just suddenly…I don’t know, did you feel it?”
“She became deadweight,” Doc responded, and immediately wished he had used a less resonant term.
Pulling an otoscope from her bag of meager possessions, Mildred held it to Krysty’s eyes. Doc unfolded his kerchief, with its blue-swallow-eye pattern, and offered it to Krysty.
“I think I’m okay,” Krysty told them both after a moment. “Just went weak for a second. Can you hear that? The noise?”
Mildred looked around her, then back to her patient. “There’s no noise, sweetie. Just the wind.”
Krysty looked confused, as though she would burst into tears at any second. “But it’s so loud.” She whimpered.
Doc looked at Krysty, a woman he had known for more adventures than any man should have in a single lifetime, and his heart broke. Krysty Wroth: capable and beautiful. No, not beautiful—stunning. The stunning, utterly capable woman he had trusted his life to on more occasions than he could count on the fingers of both hands, was sitting in front of him, confused and helpless. He never thought he would see her like this. Slowly, being as gentle as they could, Doc and Mildred helped Krysty off the ground. They didn’t bother to brush her down, as there didn’t seem to be any point. They just needed to get her moving, before she stopped moving for good. Together, they half carried, half dragged her toward the tower where the others waited.
“B IG, ISN’T IT ?” Ryan said to no one in particular as the six companions stood at the base of the tower.
“Yeah, sure is,” J.B. agreed, using the hem of his shirt to clean the lenses of his spectacles before perching them back on his nose. He took a step forward and stretched a hand toward the metal structure. He held it there, beside the tower, for a few seconds before announcing that there was no power emanating from it that he could feel. It was a quick test, hardly scientific, but it sufficed in the situation.
The tower rose forty feet into the sky. Built from struts of metal, like scaffolding, it looked somewhat like a power pylon, just as Doc had guessed. It was not a pylon, though. Up close, that was evident. There were no attachments, nothing feeding to it or from it. It was a free-standing, skeletal tower, roughly pyramidal in shape, albeit very thin. The base was only twelve feet square, and it closed to its tip very gradually.
A large metal canister, something like a prenukecaust oil drum, rested in the center of its base, half-buried in the sand.
The structure was utterly silent and displayed no moving parts, a surrealist statue on the plain.
Finally, Mildred spoke up, asking the question on everyone’s lips. “Well, what is it?”
“Nuked if I know,” Ryan replied.
Chapter Two
The companions watched as Jak clambered up the side of the structure, his hands clutching at the metal struts.
“Our Jak’s quite the climber,” Doc said in admiration when the youth reached the peak СКАЧАТЬ