บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Protocol: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 158

The narrow corridor turned into a slaughterhouse of light and fragmented Metal. The drones of the Aegis zero system were not programmed for warnings; they fired bundled kinetic projectiles, the hand-sized holes in the massive Steel concrete crack. Vesper shot a wild, defensive scream. She used her massive titanium arm as provisional shield. The projectiles bounced in a hail of blue and orange spark off from the black alloy, but the balancing of the stops drove them Centimeters back. “They scan my DNA signature!” Vesper cried about the ear-fed noise of the Weapons. “As long as I stand here, they don’t stop firing!” Raven fell on a knee and took advantage of the narrow cover angle, Vesper's body offered him. His hand was completely calm when he was the heavy projectile weapon raised. Each shot was a calculated masterpiece. He did not target the armoured housing of drones, but on the tiny rotating lenses of their Target detection. Three drones plunged sparkling to the groun

Raven's hand floated over the flowing, star-clear obsidian of the glove. The quiet sum of antimatter containment was almost like a song, a deceitful promise of absolute power and immediate salvation. A button, a mental command, and the alpha queen would not be more than a dark spot in the History of Novus Aetheria. But he looked at Vesper. He saw the scratches on her armor, the flickering red in their eyes, which fought against their own nature, and the involuntary courage of Woman who was willing to die for a world that she always like an outcast had been treated. Raven lowered his hand. He balled her to the fist. “I didn’t disassemble half of the city and died in sector Seven risked to choose the simple way down here,” he said, and his Voice was as cold and hard as the ice of the death zone outside. Vesper opened his eyes. “Are you crazy? Carter, this is our only chance! When the queen reaches the energy nodes of the valley, it becomes unstoppable. Do it!” “I am a see

Vesper hit the front line of hybrids like a comet strike. She braked their course, but threw themselves with the entire kinetic mass of their Body and its titanium arm in the densely crowded mass of meat and red light. Bones cracked, bare armored. The first three beasts were formally hurled through the air and further of their fellows rushed to the ground. But the shock effect lasted only briefly. The hybrids, driven by inexorable The alpha queen's will, quickly formed herself. A dozen creatures at the same time jumped on them, the jaw wide open, the claws faded. Vesper danced. It was a bloody, brutal dance born in the shadow of the Unterstadt and perfected by the unconditional will to survive. Your blade flashed in gray morning light, cut throats and pierced hydraulic Joints. Her titanium arm acted as an impenetrable shield and as a deadly hammer at the same time. She allowed the carmesine red light to flare in her own eyes, not to to subjugate, but to read the frequency

Three weeks later, the underground town no longer smelled like old copper and Despair. There was a new note in the damp air: the smell of fresh wood and hot sweat. The survivors from sector Seven and the outcasts of the Deep had begun to work together. Where once mistrust prevailed, now jointly repaired barricades and water treatment plants of the old Consortium technique put into operation. Raven Carter sat at a scratched iron table in the rear corner of the tavern Zum Rusty anchors. His right arm was in a dense, protective loop. The skin under it was covered by fine, star-shaped scars – a lasting souvenir the azilla glove, which trembles quietly during each change of weather. He felt the usual dissonance of the valley had disappeared. The song of the world, Elora's golden Consciousness, hummed again in a quiet, undisturbed cycle. The door of the tavern swung and Vesper entered. She wasn't wearing a heavy More fighting armours, but a simple leather jacket under which the