Tales from the Crypt # 3
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| CAPTURE lunar base |
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| The story based on the game Laser Squad |
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| (C) 1997 Demon '& Flyer (ZX-LEGION) |
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Short dashes, hiding behind boulders scattered around the
barrels with fuel and gas cylinders, Corporal Dzhonlan got to
the crater and flopped down on the moon ground. After lying for
some time without moving, he sighed: "I do not notice!".
Noticing standing next cylinder Dzhonlan rolled to one side,
and on their bellies slumped to a huge boulder. Then he turned
vzgyad on windows at home. They were lifeless. "You are ready"
- thought Dzhonlan. He focused, closed left eyes, held my
breath and took careful aim ...
Slightly tilting his trembling hand with two-liter bottle
of diluted rubbing alcohol, stolen from hospital (The last
stocks of liquor were only in general), Corporal filled with
unwashed faceted glass cloudy liquid. In a flash knocking it
into his mouth, poured more Dzhonlan one and sent in dogonku
first. "Well gone "- he thought, and poured it all
one, both for this case found him from nowhere appeared two men
in uniform suits with the label staff agents
shoulders.
- Cpl Dzhonlan, you immediately raise
headquarters! - Roared over the ear Cpl one
them. Dzhonlan by surprise all winced and dropped the cup,
which immediately raskvasilsya smithereens. But the corporal
did not could quit the job.
- You're lying - he mumbled and
clung to the bottle. Warning shots from the pistol into the air
forced Dzhonlana fall to the ground, crushing their weight
bottle. Realizing after a while that he is not in danger,
Corporal stood up, brushing debris from his suit.
- Well, - he sighed, trying to focus the mind on the
agents - but you tell me to the bottle.
of o on
The headquarters has all come together. Heavy corporal was
a pitiful sight: with sour face, he stood beside the general,
that something was trying to explain to him in
one of the many cards, tacking
finger between the traces of the bulls and abusive graffiti. A
huge Negro Anderson propped up the wall, and kept yawning and
rubbing their sleepy eyes. O'Hara and Dixon blue with their
foreheads on the fingers played in the leech, profits and Stone
with Smailes. Somewhat to the side with a dull expression on
his face Barker was an android.
- Cpl Dzhonlan on your order
has arrived! - Rapped Dzhonlan, frozen on
at attention five meters from the general,
that he felt something did not smell fume.
- At ease! - Has ordered the general. -
Late, Dzhonlan! I guess you already know that you are all
selected volunteers for the liberation of our bases?
Dzhonlan unexpectedly hiccupped.
- What? - Nerasslyshal general.
Suddenly there was a roar, and the walls of the building
slightly vibrated. Dzhonlan guessed
it finally exploded rockets staffs agents.
- Looks like an insidious enemy tries to attack the
headquarters - once bustled general. - Do not procrastinate.
Our base captured by the guys from the corporation OMNI -
"Combining hardened drug addicts and perverts." You should
promptly dislodge the enemy from their locations. And now all
run march to the warehouse for weapons!
of o on
Private Stone spun the mirror
bronizhelet trying on the third level of protection and
tinting the eyes and cheeks protective paint.
Personal Gun General was impressive size. On all the walls hung
a variety of weapons. Under the ceiling hung a garland of ears
of killed enemies and traitors among agents.
- Yes-ah! When a general was a beast, not what is now the
old bastard - Smailes said. - I'll have to take a few stuff the
dumplings.
At this time the team worked hard
weapons (for the first time had the opportunity
State-owned ammunition does not shoot):
Dixon Raked from an already half-empty box
grenades, Dzhonlan tried to remove from the wall
heavy laser, but this he could not, O'Hara tested sight rifle,
aiming at a portrait of the general. Heavy corporal already
fastened on his vest fourth degree. Suddenly he remembered
something, and, looking around, shouted loudly:
- Anderson! Where is the nigger moron? - And has already
addressed all of us. - Anderson pistol not to give!
- Late, Corporal - heard Heavy bass
behind her. - Has already received and signed.
Heavy cursed.
- Okay! Come on, Dzhonlan - he threw
Corporal, still Kolupaev a wall with
laser. Dzhonlan, muttering something to himself
nose, gave up and with the help of Barker
pulled out of the box gun system "Marsec",
Heavy and took his place and playfully took a dangerous weapon.
of o on
- Smear-p-but! - Gen. strictly inspected before it lined
up a platoon. Not finding what carp, he cleared his throat and
barked. - Crewe y-d!
All swagger and clicked his heels
completed the team, except for Barker. He froze
in an unnatural posture with wide-open
eyes, and uttered strange sounds. General
approached carefully to Barker and kicked him
leg. Make sure that this tool does not work, the general ogrel
Barker fist head. Android spun.
- Quick march! - Has ordered the general.
The platoon moved. General watched the
soldiers, led by Havey and constantly stumbling Dzhonlanom, and
painfully reflected that he forgot to say.
- Yes, and do not touch my stock of wine! -
shouted always keep general. Pryti in gait
Friends markedly diminished.
- I have an idea! - Said O'Hara. -
All have a drink themselves, but blame blame OMNIkorpovtsev!
- Correctly - supported Dzhonlan and
all over again smiled.
of o on
Corporal Havey, puffing on a cigarette, sat on the wing
rust rover, stuffy they have a couple dozen Russian years ago.
Behind the acrid smoke from the writhing in the throes of
Smailes. O'Hara and Dixon continued to play in the leech,
Anderson tried to cheer Barker, sitting behind the wheel, and
Dzhonlan Stone told a regular bike
of his life. All this was accompanied by
nasty rattle and hum of an old man-rover, almost dragged eight
well-fed soldiers. Suddenly jerked and moonwalker stalled. From
the sudden stop Havey, scream, rolled right under the tracks.
- Kuzia are you Presov, tin nedopayannaya! Stones that, if
you do not notice? - Heard below the angry voice of Corporal. -
Yes I am because of You dropped a cigarette! Two outfits out of
turn!
The latter was already superfluous, since
Barker therefore always peeling potatoes.
- Good sun - tried
Dzhonlan joke. - Get up and go
further.
- Idiot, I can not stand up - spewing
curse prokryahtel Heavy under the weight of
equipment. - Stop your teeth grin.
It is better to help me get up.
Dzhonlan, intending to say something,
bent over a side, but under the weight of
Marsec'a kuvyrknulsya down. Heavy tripled stream of curses when
Dzhonlan dived akkurat at him.
- Guys, help me and me! - Plaintively
Dzhonlan handed, making the futility
their attempts to get off the Heavy. Dickson and Anderson had
to jump down and start loading commanders. For reliability and
Heavy Dzhonlana fastened safety belts.
- Let's go, - has ordered Stone instead
corporals employed more important things -
Heavy feeling the broken lip, and Dzhonlan trying to clear from
dirt trophy plug jaw. Barker in response to a desperate peak
pereschelkivaya toggle switches, levers and pressing pedals.
But the lunar rover was not moving.
- Stop the car! - Commented
Stone. - And anyway, it's time to Barker instead of beeper
Covox supply, or at least the AY-Chip.
A further journey was continued in the deathly silence -
just groaned Barker and Anderson, pushing the lunar rover back.
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Around the base were scattered empty bottles
disposable syringes, used condoms and Libresse invisible, and
the other rubbish thrown away kids from OMNI. Everywhere, from
drums and gas cylinders were covered with obscene inscriptions.
- Damn it - sadly murmured Dixon. - Surely the general
gave us Saturday!
- And here I am the beds weeded - gloomily
said O'Hara.
The whole squad at once whined. On all sides it went:
- Guys, the walls do not mow them to me
Again plaster have to ...
- Only the floor is not scratch ...
- Ceiling ...
- Ma-ah-ah-ah-alcha-a-at! - Discontinued
Heavy concert, but then closed his hand
mouth.
Squad quietly crept to the gateway.
- Smailes, forward, - a whisper ordered
Heavy.
- Why always me? - Zakapriznichal
was Smailes, but directed at him muzzle
gun Dzhonlana interrupted his lamentations.
"Okay, but it's the last time - for the umpteenth time, he
thought.
Smailes cautiously crept to the door and
gently pushed her, but to no avail. He tried to shoulder. Same
result. Smailes scored the run ... At this point, Dixon
discovered a rough surface of the wall next to the gateway a
button, and long thinking poked into it. Sash lock with a hiss
dispersed vstorony and Smailes, not having time to stop and
rushed inside. Tripping over a formidable barrier in the form
of a stool, he knocked tupera Zarqa (the letter "P" on his
overalls wiped) for several minutes listening to the sounds
drifting from the outside. Seeing that tumble into a few enemy
soldiers, Zarqa instantly jumped up and with enviable speed
raced down the corridor. Faster than anyone realized Stone. He
threw M-4000 and let all vosled Zarqa. Bullets
ricocheted off a few meters from escaping, and ended up in
standing a little further along corridor barrel. The explosion
shook the walls of the hall. When the smoke cleared, Zarka was
nowhere to be seen. Just lay on the floor melted
L-50.
- Well, then, - said Dzhonlan, otfutbolivaya L-50. -
Divided into two group.
- OK, - said Havey. - Anderson
Smailes, Stone - for me!
Dzhonlan, Dixon, O'Hara, and Barker
went straight down the corridor, and Heavy with
his team turned to the right.
To be continued ...
