Spectrofon #05 30 апреля 1994

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Fantasy - short story on a computer game "Night Run".

           FANTASY



   We offer
computer novella on the game
"NIGHT RUN" ("CEASE FIRE-2")
which released the company DIVIDE
BY ZERO in 1991, followed by
the first part of this game Novels.


   In the first part of the game fearless agent John Ladd 
releases employee security,

who had been kidnapped by some
intruders. The villains were trying to hide with a girl
information on the so-called
"Double" the agents who worked in British intelligence. In
those traitors and he was
General Thomas, who sent
John Ladd on the job ...



   This game - a typical representative of the genre of arcade 
and adventyur amateur programs like

"VENDETTA", we hope, will
some fun when
try to test himself in the role of
secret agent secret service.



   Control in the game completely
based on icons and
think you will not be difficult to deal with them.



(C), Anatoly Khorobrikh


          RUNNING IN THE NIGHT


     (On the game "NIGHT RUN")


   The thunder of helicopter blades
drowned out the voice of the pilot, who
struggled over the noise of the engine. Silver dragonfly hangs
only a meter away from Betonka
landing site.


   - What? - John, being covered by
air flow close to
helicopter cockpit.


   - You have only two and a half hours! It is necessary to
catch ... Good luck! - Pilot
raised his thumb and
reassuring smile.



   The blades turned into a glowing terms, the helicopter is 
slowly soared into the night sky. 


   "At the Center mad! Few
named one of the successful
operations, there is the same - to understand
now with General Thomas himself. "Thoughts agent John Ladd
were quite gloomy. His colleague - a girl from the British
Secret Service, which was able to obtain not only a list of 
double agents of the firm but also plunge into captivity to the 
terrorists, stood at the fence helicopter

site.



   "Lord, Who would have thought that this girl will be able to
reach the most cunning of the fox
"Turncoats." Gen. Thomas!
The man who gave many years
security of the country, was
traitor! Incredible! "John
tried to suppress the emotions and
turned to an Englishwoman:


   - We are very close to my house. I think it makes sense to 
some relax and decide what to do

further.


   - Good idea. Come, - she went to the gate.


   Somehow, John caught the scent
danger before burst
the first shot.



   - Drop! - Managed to cry out
he immediately pulled out his
"Python." Muzzle flashes exploded at the gates of darkness. 
"Ambush!" - Rolling on the concrete, John

opened fire.


   Silhouettes in black as night,
suits flashed behind a fence. The girl, hiding behind
ledge door, sending a bullet for
bullet along with shots of "Python" Ladd. Second, the second - 
incomprehensible cries, stamping of feet - and enemy 
disappeared into the night. 


   - How are you? - John shook
empty the clip and put a new one.


   - Yeah. It seems that one
We put - her voice slightly
trembling with nervous tension.



"It seems that so" - thought Ladd
and short dashes across the
border gates. On earth was dark
someone's body. Discarding the foot "U.S.", fell from the hands 
of the deceased, John turned over the corpse. Terrorist!

Black mask concealing his face, but
Ladd's already understood this, that
the attackers were not just hired guns, and professionals
his case.

   "General Thomas gave us
carpet. Hurry
to get home "- flashed
thought.


   - Come on. Looks like we are cool
framed.


   - My name is Linda, sir. And you
right. My service has
information about the treachery of General Thomas ...


   - What the hell? Do you
could not warn me
before?


   - I had no such authority - Linda guiltily lowered
eyes.



   - However, it is now clear who
we need to remove - John shrugged trunk "Python" .- Come on! 
Time does not tolerate ...




             *


   Sense of danger did not leave Ladd all the way to short
home. The city seemed to lay low ...
No cars, no people. Even the lighting was disabled for some 
reason. Clinging to the walls of houses and keep in the 
shadows, Ladd, and Linda quietly crept to the door of the 
apartment. 


   John held up
hand. Because of the loosely veiled
door onto the sidewalk incident beam of light. Linda touched 
the shoulder of John and silently showed three fingers.


Ladd nodded. "On the count of three, with a deep sigh, he 
abruptly kicked open the door of his Apartment ...



   Man in his cap with a visor
clearly did not expect the appearance of the host. The machine 
was lying next to the keyboard while your computer. AND as he 
stretched to arms, John without hesitation he drove a bullet

between the eyes. The shot dropped
stranger to the wall. Jerking,
He collapsed to the floor and lay still.


   - Why, sir? He could us
tell a lot - Linda did not
her eyes with a pool of blood flowing from under the corpses.



   - Do not think so. All appearances
this man was sent to
deprive us of the most important - information .- John went to
computer. Fingers ran along
keyboard. - He did not. Give
list of agents. I request our
data bank.


   Ladd turned to Linda. The girl handed him a package. "She
obviously tired, just on the verge. "



Suppressing a pity, John returned to
computer. Dialed access code
and, convinced, though in the interim, but the security 
requested dossiers on all four agents and

their photos.

T. TIRIP - professional work
since 1963. A great lover
beer is always in the pub
"Solomon's Stables" ...



   Bezhli line quickly across the screen, but John managed to 
learn is not complete information on all agents. Linda, looking 
him over his shoulder, carefully studied the text message.



   - Very few ... The only
What can I help you,
John ... tell you about one of the
them. Fletcher L. Simpson - a
former staff member of my "office".

   I personally know him. And I
always struck him one unique quality: it is perfectly
included in any of ragtag
on the streets of my city. He was just there to its ...


   - Sorry, Linda, but the time
too expensive to reminisce .- John
got up, opened the cupboard. "Perhaps
'll take a grenade and a couple of
dressing packets. "He
gather, trying not to pay
attention to Linda.


   - Ladd, and unless you're going to look for them alone? - 
Linda watched in amazement over the collection

John. Not that ooborachivayas
continued to throw in a bag boxes of ammunition:



   - Yes. I'm getting too
dangerous for you.


   - But ...


   - No, it's an order. Stay
here and wait for my vzvrascheniya.Dzhon tried to speak firmly, 
but in my heart that it trembled. "Well done, girl!" I will try

keep at least your life. "


   Linda Ladd spent in silence
to the door. Already closing lock
She leaned against the doorpost, and whispered:


   - Good luck, John!



             *



   John did not recognize the city.
Went to meet him what a drunk girl, apparently easy virtue. 
Nightmare! Garden and Gomorrah! Anarchy and confusion. Ladd 
vainly tried to find a "Moths" at least that is useful. Drunk 
smile and obscene, vulgar expressions were his answer. When he 
reached the bus stop "shopping center," he

plunged into the twilight of the alley.
"It's too dangerous now to wander in
alone, "- John thought, and stopped. In the shadow of the porch 
at home there was a drunken beggar. At his feet

lay an old, tattered hat.


   - It is no longer here,
...- no more mumbling old alcoholic, trying in vain to muffle 
in tatters .- Simpson no more ... Ha ha ... His

no ...



   His eyes were staring at a drunken
Ladd. Splash John stale,
Pauper giggling and dancing, zakanyuchil:

   - Big Brother, Bring melochishki!
Look how I break? Huh? ..

   - About what Simpson did you say? - John was ready to pull 
out his "Python", feeling that now vyshibet this drunk

nerd information at any cost.

   - Ha, Simpson is more
no, no ... It is not. But if
You, my friend, could give me some whiskey, I would have 
something that you said .- drunken swayed, and

found himself on the asphalt.


   John pulled out of a bag full
a bottle of Scotch. " Hearing
gurgle, a beggar instantly
raised his head.


   - Oh, you want to save me,
Friend .. Praise be to all the saints, - he
already stretched to the treasured bottle.
John handed him a whiskey, trying not to touch the drunk.


   - But you'll tell me where the Simpson?



   - Yes, yes, just a sip
life .- drunk with a trembling hand
held the bottle to the toothless mouth and
made a powerful mouthful. For a couple of
seconds, he emptied all the old tub
and happily threw his head back on
porch steps. His eyes
closed ...


   - Well, you bastard, tell me where
he? - John shoved his foot zakemarivshego wino. He is not 
opening eyes, but grinned drunkenly and

mumbled something unintelligible.
Suppressing disgust, Ladd nklonilsya closer to him, overcoming 
a terrible smell. 


   - Go straight to hell ... Go to hell!
He was buried ...



   Drunk shook his head, the body slipped to the ground and he 
loudly snoring. John angrily hit

fist of a fist. "This monster did not tell me the specific!
- .- Although he thought, stop! To descend into hell, into the 
ground? "Thoughts rapidly swept to the head. A moment later, 
Ladd confident step moved in the direction of subway station.


window opens.



   "Five hundred dollars!" It is
You can buy a decent suit. "
He walked away from the road agency
Britain, where the ATM is located, and zashal confidently in 
the direction of the famous store "Clothes of Solomon. "The 
road was familiar to a few minutes and charming girl, cute 
Smiling, she asked: 


   - How can I help you, sir?

   John turned to a specially
It so was not visible
prostrelyannuyu hand and said,
looking girl in the eye:


   - I need a good suit and
necessarily with a fashionable tie.


   - I think that's right for you
This, sir, - she withdrew from the shelf a dark gray suit, - 
you will be pay in cash?



   - Yes, - said Ladd and went to the dressing room. After a 
couple of minutes, he came dressed in everything new.



   The girl looked admiringly
it:


   - Very good, sir. Your clothes
You wrap up with you?


   - Put in my bag. AND
Thanks. Tie you chose me
very successfully.


   Out on the street from the store,
John looked at his watch. Until
meeting in a nightclub remained twelve minutes ...


            *



   The club lived its cheerful carefree life. Loud music
struggled out of the door. Scurry
girls. A huge bouncer carefully examined Ladd, said:


   - Good evening, sir! What can I do ...


   - I need a Mr. Brent. He
do you have?

   - Yes, come in - the bouncer
open the door.


   John immediately recognized him from a photograph. "But 
there are so many people! - Thoughts raced vskach.Nuzhno to 
take it out on the street." Tall blond walked up and down in

depth of the club. Ladd went to the
him up close and touched his sleeve.


   - Frank ... Pointless to stiffen, I know who you really are 
- Ladd's voice was cold. 


   Blond, not losing composure, grinned:


   - Oh! What do you want
boyfriend? - The irony and mockery sounded in his every word.



   John gritted his teeth:


   - All your mates have already gone to hell. Now it's your 
turn, - murmured John. However, Brent, thought it not 
particularly alarmed. 


   - You freak! A minute later I
waiting for a call from General Thomas. AND
necessarily convey greetings from
you, - he bent down to the very
face John .- Only this time you too will be in hell, right? - 
He raised his hand and a club Terrorists flew. Sending

weapons at all present,
"Black team" Muddle Plowshares:


   - Everybody lie down! On the floor!
Fast! ..



   - Well, looks like you lost? - Brent grinned a grin. His arm 
was pulled from his pocket a pistol. 


   - I do not think ...- John answered and
swift movement he threw his
Brent knife that was hidden
behind him. The blade entered the
chest and a traitor stared at him. How then, he deftly
grabbed the handle, but to pull out
is not strong enough. John, using the universal astonishment, 
fearlessly ran to the door. Black tried to figure block his 
way. Powerful stroke arm "Python" Ladd

struck down the enemy and ran
away. The nearest telephone booth was seven meters from the 
entrance club. Popped into it, John sat down, shooting from the 
bandits, running out of "Hot Torture."


Seconds flew. Call it barely
I heard the noise of music and
shots. Without getting up, Ladd reached for the tube and attach 
it to the ear. The familiar voice of General

Thomas is clearly said:


   - You can not answer, Brent.
We have big trouble. Waiting
you in a few minutes
stock number two .- Toots rebound.
Bullet crumbled glass cockpit.
John hung up the phone and crawled
out onto the street.


   "A warehouse near the river. But there may be a general!" 
Cartridges ended. The barrel became red from the frequent 
shots, but Ladd everything clicked and clicked the trigger. He 
managed away from the presledovadteley,

winding through the streets.



   Slipped Arch, John, choking with fast running, flying on the
alley leading to the small bridge. On the other side of the 
darkened warehouse building.



   Having invested in the last spurt all
forces, he managed to slip through the bridge,
shot dead on the road a couple of
terrorists. Feverishly translating
breathing, Ladd pulled a metal warehouse door. Closed.



   His eyes darkened, a bandage on
wound, swollen with blood, but John
held. Taking out the pick of the bag, he was only busy with a 
second lock. Kick raspahnuv

warehouse door, ran through the Ladd
hallway, cluttered large
drawers.



   "Box number two ... I'm here."
The door slid aside and he
found in an empty room with
lift. "Nobody really ...
I was late? "- the blood hit the
face. He looked helplessly
around.


   - Do not worry, my
boy! - A voice from above chained
Ladd to the floor. Slowly raised
head, John saw in the hatch lift pupil gun aimed directly at 
his face. 


   - Put your arms on the lift
and raise your hands - General Thomas
shrugged bolt gun .- If done correctly, I think, how much is 
your life. 


   John Ladd opened his fingers and
pistol banged on the metal
platform.



   - Careful! After all, he is charged - a mockery in his voice 
was so blatant that John winced .- And a handbag with a belt too

positive, okay?


   Ladd unhooked rifle bags and
bent over to put it on
platform lift. His fingers
groped through the fabric ribbed
surface of the grenade. Quiet click plucked checks had not been 
heard through the clatter of chain hoist, which blew up last 
gift to General Thomas ...