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Название книги: Heirs of Empire
Автор(ы): David Weber
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Heirs-of-Empire-226979.html
Chapter One
Sean MacIntyre skittered out of the transit shaft and adjusted his hearing as he dashed down the passage. He shouldn’t need to listen until he was on the other side of the hatch, but he still had more trouble with his ears’ bio-enhancement than with his eyes for some reason, and he preferred to get set early. He covered the last hundred meters, slid to a halt, and pressed his back against the bulkhead. The wide, silent passage vanished into a gleaming dot in either direction, and he raked a hand through sweaty black hair as his enhanced ears picked the pulsing sounds of environmental equipment and the soft hum of the now-distant transit shaft from the slowing thunder of his pulse. He’d been chasing them for over an hour, and he’d half-expected to be ambushed by now. He certainly would have tried it, he thought, and sniffed disdainfully. He drew his holstered pistol and turned to the hatch. It slid open—quietly to unenhanced ears, but thunderous to his—and bright sunlight spilled out. He sli
Название книги: Heirs of Empire
Автор(ы): David Weber
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Heirs-of-Empire-226979.html
Chapter One
Sean MacIntyre skittered out of the transit shaft and adjusted his hearing as he dashed down the passage. He shouldn’t need to listen until he was on the other side of the hatch, but he still had more trouble with his ears’ bio-enhancement than with his eyes for some reason, and he preferred to get set early. He covered the last hundred meters, slid to a halt, and pressed his back against the bulkhead. The wide, silent passage vanished into a gleaming dot in either direction, and he raked a hand through sweaty black hair as his enhanced ears picked the pulsing sounds of environmental equipment and the soft hum of the now-distant transit shaft from the slowing thunder of his pulse. He’d been chasing them for over an hour, and he’d half-expected to be ambushed by now. He certainly would have tried it, he thought, and sniffed disdainfully. He drew his holstered pistol and turned to the hatch. It slid open—quietly to unenhanced ears, but thunderous to his—and bright sunlight spilled out. He sli
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