THE OUTLAND

64

- Froze, gas to the ring!

- Accepted.

— Antaeus, did you change weapons?

- Yes, I found some fart. Antaeus lightly waved the rifle complex.

- Cover Faye. Fey, to the elevator.

- There is! - The fighters barked and, half-bending behind the armored boxes, they ran to the far wall of the hall.

Bad restrictions, invented by who knows who and why, finally fell - all other things being equal, my motley, diverse company was still much better equipped and learned. In any case, it never occurred to anyone to stand at full height or lean out from behind cover without first securing a grenade or distracting fire from the flanks. The fighters of the Conquista outnumbered us, but under such conditions, the victory of the national team became only a matter of time.

So in the end it happened - the barking shots of antediluvian gunpowder weapons fell silent, the oppressive impression of someone else's presence disappeared ... The elevator doors slammed shut, and Fey ascended fifty meters up - to th