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Название книги: Captain Anger Adventure #1 The Microbotic Menace
Автор(ы): Victor Koman
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Captain-Anger-Adventure-_1-The-Microbotic-Menace-192490.html
Chapter One The Silver Angel of Death
Nobody in the diner paid any attention to the little man in the corner. The leggy blonde waitress had given him the once over when he entered. She judged the short, grey-haired man in the drab business suit to be some mid-level manager at one of the computer companies nearby, or maybe a traveling salesman come in to beat the heat. The customers gave him no notice, absorbed in their own concerns. If the little man played an important role in their lives, they showed absolutely no awareness of the fact.He sat at the far end of the counter, took several deep breaths, and leaned against the wall to which the counter was firmly attached. In a hoarse, rasping voice, he asked the waitress for coffee. He weakly stroked a goatee surrounded by days-old stubble. The skin on his plump hands displayed an odd sheen. In the bright fluorescent lights, it palpitated to motions half-hidden beneath the flesh.The waitr
Название книги: Captain Anger Adventure #1 The Microbotic Menace
Автор(ы): Victor Koman
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Captain-Anger-Adventure-_1-The-Microbotic-Menace-192490.html
Chapter One The Silver Angel of Death
Nobody in the diner paid any attention to the little man in the corner. The leggy blonde waitress had given him the once over when he entered. She judged the short, grey-haired man in the drab business suit to be some mid-level manager at one of the computer companies nearby, or maybe a traveling salesman come in to beat the heat. The customers gave him no notice, absorbed in their own concerns. If the little man played an important role in their lives, they showed absolutely no awareness of the fact.He sat at the far end of the counter, took several deep breaths, and leaned against the wall to which the counter was firmly attached. In a hoarse, rasping voice, he asked the waitress for coffee. He weakly stroked a goatee surrounded by days-old stubble. The skin on his plump hands displayed an odd sheen. In the bright fluorescent lights, it palpitated to motions half-hidden beneath the flesh.The waitr
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