Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 16
ThenextTuesdaynight,you’llbelookingaroundtheAssaultCommittee meetingundertheonelightintheblackfightclubbasement,andyou’restillwonderingwhoforcedthejagintothefountain.
Whowenttotheroofoftheartmuseumandsniperedpaintballsintothesculpturecourtreception?
WhopaintedtheblazingdemonmaskontheHeinTower?
ThenightoftheHeinTowerassignment,youcanpictureateamoflawclerksandbookkeepers ormessengerssneakingintoofficeswheretheysat,everyday. Maybetheywerealittledrunkevenifit’sagainsttherulesinProjectMayhem, andtheyusedpasskeyswheretheycouldandusedspraycanistersofFreon toshatterlockcylindersw>theycoulddangle,rappellingagainstthetower’sbrickfacade, dropping,trustingeachothertoholdropes,swinging,riskingquickdeathinoffices whereeverydaytheyfelttheirlivesendonehouratatime.
Thenextmorning,thesesame,clerks andassistantaccountrepswouldbeinthecrowdwiththeirneatlycombedheadsthrownback,rummywithoutsleepbutsober andwearingtiesandlisteningtothecrowdaroundthemwonder,whowoulddothis,andthepoliceshoutIforeveryonetopleasegetback, now,aswaterrandownfromthebrokensmokycenterofeachhugeeye.
