Vampire's Day (Book 2): Zero Model Read Online Free Page A
Author: Yuri Hamaganov
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Vampires
couldn’t get the cargo through the roof on the helicopter.
“We have to wait until the buildings around the hangar burn down, and then go!”
Bronson would have liked to go with this tempting plan, but he remembered the order, and knew who had given it, knew that these people would not forgive the loss of cargo due to his delay. He couldn’t wait until the fire extinguished by itself, they would have to break through.
The fire truck, with lights flashing and siren sounding, entered the port, an old tent truck moving behind it, followed by a luxury SUV.
“Chief, reinforcements have arrived!”
A bandit who was already familiar to Bronson got out of the jeep. He had arrived here as a representative of the local authorities, and was meant to provide all possible assistance to Gringo.
“Who is with him?”
Thugs open the tailgate and the old truck started to discharge excited people, men and women, with fire extinguishers, and some with axes or shovels.
“They will help you!”
“They aren’t firefighters and will not go into the fire.”
“They all owe me a lot of money and will go anywhere I order. Working hands aren’t redundant!”
These debtors, hired as firefighters against their will, could be usefu l for removing the debris, so Chief decided to accept the proposal. Less risk to his men. The pump would soon start bringing in sea water, and meanwhile the firefighters tried to chase the flames from the entrance, ready to go inside. The "voluntary" helpers poured water over their clothes with the hoses and handed out helmets, gloves and fire extinguishers.
The senior firefighter charged a couple of hoses with sea water, and then indicated that he was ready. The wind increased, fanning the flames, the situation complicated by the fact that no one had a precise plan of the hangars. It was not clear where the entrance to the sarcophagus was located; they only knew the approximate direction. They would have to take the risk, playing with fire in a deadly Russian roulette.
Bronson sent four of his fighters with the civilians, they would retrieve the cargo. Each of them had a kit with a protective mask, fire extinguisher and machine gun, just in case the civilians tried to retreat.
“GO!”
12. Lines
He dreamed about lines all night long. During the day Walt tried not to think much about it, but at night, when his brain was absolutely calm, he couldn’t help returning to the lines. It was starting to annoy him, Walt didn’t enjoy insoluble problems.
Up until this point, he has had no insoluble problems in his life. He has successfully coped with everything, overcoming thousands of obstacles and barriers on his way to success. That way was very long.
For a start he hadn’t been lucky with his parents. He didn’t know his father at all; there were a lot of options, taking into account the fact that his mother was a whore who actively worked on a giant parking lot for truckers. She used to spend the money she earned on crack and methamphetamine, so it was a miracle that the chemicals had no devastating effect on his brain.
With the rest of his life he was even less lucky. His mother’s roommates changed one after another, and most of them hated Walt. The last one, when attempting to rape him, broke a couple of ribs and almost broke his neck, but Walt managed to escape and get to the phone. The roommate was sent to jail and his mother too. Since he had never seen her, and never regretted the fact.
His foster family was much better than his real parents, but they had a bad habit of trying to convince him about religion. It was a big mistake, since his previous life had fostered in Walt an aversion to the gods and their followers – he considered that belief in a good and merciful creator was complete idiocy after what he had seen as a child. So, as soon as possible, he ran for an independent life. Although when he escaped, Walt didn’t go wandering, or start stealing or selling drugs; he went to
“We have to wait until the buildings around the hangar burn down, and then go!”
Bronson would have liked to go with this tempting plan, but he remembered the order, and knew who had given it, knew that these people would not forgive the loss of cargo due to his delay. He couldn’t wait until the fire extinguished by itself, they would have to break through.
The fire truck, with lights flashing and siren sounding, entered the port, an old tent truck moving behind it, followed by a luxury SUV.
“Chief, reinforcements have arrived!”
A bandit who was already familiar to Bronson got out of the jeep. He had arrived here as a representative of the local authorities, and was meant to provide all possible assistance to Gringo.
“Who is with him?”
Thugs open the tailgate and the old truck started to discharge excited people, men and women, with fire extinguishers, and some with axes or shovels.
“They will help you!”
“They aren’t firefighters and will not go into the fire.”
“They all owe me a lot of money and will go anywhere I order. Working hands aren’t redundant!”
These debtors, hired as firefighters against their will, could be usefu l for removing the debris, so Chief decided to accept the proposal. Less risk to his men. The pump would soon start bringing in sea water, and meanwhile the firefighters tried to chase the flames from the entrance, ready to go inside. The "voluntary" helpers poured water over their clothes with the hoses and handed out helmets, gloves and fire extinguishers.
The senior firefighter charged a couple of hoses with sea water, and then indicated that he was ready. The wind increased, fanning the flames, the situation complicated by the fact that no one had a precise plan of the hangars. It was not clear where the entrance to the sarcophagus was located; they only knew the approximate direction. They would have to take the risk, playing with fire in a deadly Russian roulette.
Bronson sent four of his fighters with the civilians, they would retrieve the cargo. Each of them had a kit with a protective mask, fire extinguisher and machine gun, just in case the civilians tried to retreat.
“GO!”
12. Lines
He dreamed about lines all night long. During the day Walt tried not to think much about it, but at night, when his brain was absolutely calm, he couldn’t help returning to the lines. It was starting to annoy him, Walt didn’t enjoy insoluble problems.
Up until this point, he has had no insoluble problems in his life. He has successfully coped with everything, overcoming thousands of obstacles and barriers on his way to success. That way was very long.
For a start he hadn’t been lucky with his parents. He didn’t know his father at all; there were a lot of options, taking into account the fact that his mother was a whore who actively worked on a giant parking lot for truckers. She used to spend the money she earned on crack and methamphetamine, so it was a miracle that the chemicals had no devastating effect on his brain.
With the rest of his life he was even less lucky. His mother’s roommates changed one after another, and most of them hated Walt. The last one, when attempting to rape him, broke a couple of ribs and almost broke his neck, but Walt managed to escape and get to the phone. The roommate was sent to jail and his mother too. Since he had never seen her, and never regretted the fact.
His foster family was much better than his real parents, but they had a bad habit of trying to convince him about religion. It was a big mistake, since his previous life had fostered in Walt an aversion to the gods and their followers – he considered that belief in a good and merciful creator was complete idiocy after what he had seen as a child. So, as soon as possible, he ran for an independent life. Although when he escaped, Walt didn’t go wandering, or start stealing or selling drugs; he went to
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