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Название книги: Electric Church
Автор(ы): Jeff Somers
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Electric-Church-192212.html
PROLOGUETHE CIRCLE OF LIFE IN THE SYSTEM OF FEDERATED NATIONS
01001“You screwed up, Mr. Cates.”I was on the East Side of Old New York, the original island. A dive, no roof, the worst gin I’d ever had too much of and no familiar faces around me. It was cold, and I felt feverish, sweaty-I felt like shit and I was getting worse with every cup of the dirty liquor I bought with my dwindling yen. I wasn’t sure what they made it from-paint thinner was my best guess-but it was terrible.Immediately, the man on my right and the grizzled, one-eyed woman on my left stood up with their cups and walked away. No one else at the table even looked at me. If I got murdered sitting here they’d just roll me onto the floor and forget about me. I had no people here. It wasn’t my part of the city.I knew the voice, though. I tightened my grip on my own cup and quickly scanned the place without turning my head. The place was packed, just like every other illegal gin joint in New York. It was just the ground floor of a ruined bu
Название книги: Electric Church
Автор(ы): Jeff Somers
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Electric-Church-192212.html
PROLOGUETHE CIRCLE OF LIFE IN THE SYSTEM OF FEDERATED NATIONS
01001“You screwed up, Mr. Cates.”I was on the East Side of Old New York, the original island. A dive, no roof, the worst gin I’d ever had too much of and no familiar faces around me. It was cold, and I felt feverish, sweaty-I felt like shit and I was getting worse with every cup of the dirty liquor I bought with my dwindling yen. I wasn’t sure what they made it from-paint thinner was my best guess-but it was terrible.Immediately, the man on my right and the grizzled, one-eyed woman on my left stood up with their cups and walked away. No one else at the table even looked at me. If I got murdered sitting here they’d just roll me onto the floor and forget about me. I had no people here. It wasn’t my part of the city.I knew the voice, though. I tightened my grip on my own cup and quickly scanned the place without turning my head. The place was packed, just like every other illegal gin joint in New York. It was just the ground floor of a ruined bu
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