Аннотация
William King Green Troops
1. The Drop
Travis shivered as he watched the helicopter take off. The Black Hawk hovered low over the jungle canopy. The downwash from its rotors caused branches to sway. He upped the magnification of his eye and saw Kyle, the mercenary gunner, wave from the open door. He did not wave back.
It was early evening. The temperature was bearable. He clicked down the magnification and scanned the clearing wearily. The four Greens were picking up their equipment packs and checking their weapons. They all looked alike in their fatigues and kevlar body armour.
Bill-boy started at the sound of a screeching bird and wheeled, bringing up his captured AK-47. Travis caught the glitter of sunlight on his necklace of human teeth.
"Careful, boy, it's only a parakeet," he shouted. Bill-boy grinned back at him. It was a nasty grin, white teeth against green skin.
"Sure thing, sarge. it's good to be back."
Bill-boy was one of the bad...
Отзывы