[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.She had no chronograph to tell her the time remaining to her.There was a sixty-minute one on the front of the belt that could be activated, but she didn't bother.She was moving as fast as she could; if shedidn't make it, all the chronometers in the world would make no difference.She deplored the time spent on the survey mission the night before.But, on reflection, she decided ithadn't been a waste after all.She was able to see what Trelig did to human beings, she retrieved thepistol, and, she felt certain, her success at her initial foray had been what made Obie pick her.She made the guard quarters without incident, but here was where things would get rough.Two guardswould be on duty here, and perhaps four more, relaxing, on call.They had all been processed by Obie,unbeknown to them, and so she recognized them all, knew their looks, strengths, and weaknesses.They were all sponge ODs, kept that way carefully.There were three males two with physicalcharacteristics of overdeveloped females but with their genitals intact, one that the sponge had made intoa gorilla-like muscleman, hairy and with muscles like rock.The others were females three with totallymale characteristics except in the important place, the rest with totally exaggerated female characteristics.Those like Nikki, who reacted to the overdose differently, were not considered for guard duty.As guards they accepted their lot; they hated Trelig, yes, but they knew the hopelessness of their positionand they had plenty of models around them of what would happen if they incurred their master'sdispleasure and their dosages were dropped to a fraction or none at all.They were loyal to the man whocontrolled the sponge, and they lived fairly well because of it.They would be dangerous.At the guard building, Mavra's newly acute hearing told her that there was no one near the entrance.Shewent inside, descended to the ground-level laundry room, and slipped in.Although she now knew thecode for the elevator, she decided not to risk using it unless she had to.The building had threeunderground floors, each story ten meters high not enough distance to matter.There were pressure-sensitive treads on some of the stairs, though, and she carefully gripped the rail andlifted herself past them.She had always been a good gymnast, and the lighter gravity and Obie's toningmade doing so as easy as taking a step forward.The sensors would be the main line of defense for the building; cameras were positioned only inside thesecured weapons locker and in the prison rooms themselves.That last was what worried her.There would be no way to fool the camera that watched Nikki Zinder, forthe girl had no devices to deceive it as Mavra did.It might not notice the intruder, but it would certainlynotice Nikki walking out.Mavra took time to check out the rest of the building.Two guards whom she didn't recognize wereinside the weapons locker with the camera monitors.Armed to the teeth, they would respond quickly.Twoothers, it appeared, were sleeping on the second level.They were unarmed, but formidable enough, and,once the alarm sounded, she would have no way of knowing where they would be.She decided to takethe risk.Flexing her new poison apparatus, she saw the conscious muscle movement necessary to allow a tinydrop of the fluid to reach the point of the nails.Satisfied, she crept into the room where the two guards,both females like the one she had hypnoed the night before, were sprawled on bunks, sound asleep.Onewas snoring loudly.Mavra acted quickly, almost without thinking, releasing venom concealed in the fingers of her right handin the one that was quiet first, then turning and puncturing the arm of the snoring guard.Incredibly, neitherwoke up, even though there was a tiny spot of blood where the sharp nail had penetrated.Professionals they weren't, she decided with some relief.That ought to teach Trelig not to be so cheapand so confident with his security [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl przylepto3.keep.pl
.She had no chronograph to tell her the time remaining to her.There was a sixty-minute one on the front of the belt that could be activated, but she didn't bother.She was moving as fast as she could; if shedidn't make it, all the chronometers in the world would make no difference.She deplored the time spent on the survey mission the night before.But, on reflection, she decided ithadn't been a waste after all.She was able to see what Trelig did to human beings, she retrieved thepistol, and, she felt certain, her success at her initial foray had been what made Obie pick her.She made the guard quarters without incident, but here was where things would get rough.Two guardswould be on duty here, and perhaps four more, relaxing, on call.They had all been processed by Obie,unbeknown to them, and so she recognized them all, knew their looks, strengths, and weaknesses.They were all sponge ODs, kept that way carefully.There were three males two with physicalcharacteristics of overdeveloped females but with their genitals intact, one that the sponge had made intoa gorilla-like muscleman, hairy and with muscles like rock.The others were females three with totallymale characteristics except in the important place, the rest with totally exaggerated female characteristics.Those like Nikki, who reacted to the overdose differently, were not considered for guard duty.As guards they accepted their lot; they hated Trelig, yes, but they knew the hopelessness of their positionand they had plenty of models around them of what would happen if they incurred their master'sdispleasure and their dosages were dropped to a fraction or none at all.They were loyal to the man whocontrolled the sponge, and they lived fairly well because of it.They would be dangerous.At the guard building, Mavra's newly acute hearing told her that there was no one near the entrance.Shewent inside, descended to the ground-level laundry room, and slipped in.Although she now knew thecode for the elevator, she decided not to risk using it unless she had to.The building had threeunderground floors, each story ten meters high not enough distance to matter.There were pressure-sensitive treads on some of the stairs, though, and she carefully gripped the rail andlifted herself past them.She had always been a good gymnast, and the lighter gravity and Obie's toningmade doing so as easy as taking a step forward.The sensors would be the main line of defense for the building; cameras were positioned only inside thesecured weapons locker and in the prison rooms themselves.That last was what worried her.There would be no way to fool the camera that watched Nikki Zinder, forthe girl had no devices to deceive it as Mavra did.It might not notice the intruder, but it would certainlynotice Nikki walking out.Mavra took time to check out the rest of the building.Two guards whom she didn't recognize wereinside the weapons locker with the camera monitors.Armed to the teeth, they would respond quickly.Twoothers, it appeared, were sleeping on the second level.They were unarmed, but formidable enough, and,once the alarm sounded, she would have no way of knowing where they would be.She decided to takethe risk.Flexing her new poison apparatus, she saw the conscious muscle movement necessary to allow a tinydrop of the fluid to reach the point of the nails.Satisfied, she crept into the room where the two guards,both females like the one she had hypnoed the night before, were sprawled on bunks, sound asleep.Onewas snoring loudly.Mavra acted quickly, almost without thinking, releasing venom concealed in the fingers of her right handin the one that was quiet first, then turning and puncturing the arm of the snoring guard.Incredibly, neitherwoke up, even though there was a tiny spot of blood where the sharp nail had penetrated.Professionals they weren't, she decided with some relief.That ought to teach Trelig not to be so cheapand so confident with his security [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]