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Название книги: Juggernaut
Автор(ы): Desmond Bagley
Жанр: Приключения
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Juggernaut-192702.html
JUGGERNAUT
It is longer than a football pitch, weighs 550 tons, and moves at an average of five miles per hour. Its job-and that of company troubleshooter Neil Mannix – is to move a giant transformer across Nyala, an oil-rich African state. Outwardly politically stable, Nyala erupts in civil war. And Mannix finds himself, and the juggernaut, at the centre of the conflict – with no way to run and nowhere to hide.Desmond BagleyJuggernaut (1985)
CHAPTER 1
The telephone call came when I was down by the big circular pool chatting up the two frauleins I had cut out of the herd. I didn't rate my chances too highly. They were of an age which regards any man of over thirty-five as falling apart at the seams; but what the hell, it was improving my German.I looked up at the brown face of the waiter and said incredulously, 'A phone call for me?''Yes, sir. From London.' He seemed impressed.I sighed and grabbed my beach robe. 'I'll be back,' I promised, and followed the waiter up the steps towards the hotel. At the top I paused.
Название книги: Juggernaut
Автор(ы): Desmond Bagley
Жанр: Приключения
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Juggernaut-192702.html
JUGGERNAUT
It is longer than a football pitch, weighs 550 tons, and moves at an average of five miles per hour. Its job-and that of company troubleshooter Neil Mannix – is to move a giant transformer across Nyala, an oil-rich African state. Outwardly politically stable, Nyala erupts in civil war. And Mannix finds himself, and the juggernaut, at the centre of the conflict – with no way to run and nowhere to hide.Desmond BagleyJuggernaut (1985)
CHAPTER 1
The telephone call came when I was down by the big circular pool chatting up the two frauleins I had cut out of the herd. I didn't rate my chances too highly. They were of an age which regards any man of over thirty-five as falling apart at the seams; but what the hell, it was improving my German.I looked up at the brown face of the waiter and said incredulously, 'A phone call for me?''Yes, sir. From London.' He seemed impressed.I sighed and grabbed my beach robe. 'I'll be back,' I promised, and followed the waiter up the steps towards the hotel. At the top I paused.
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