Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 1
WejusttotallyforgetaboutTyler’swholemurder-suicidethingwhilewewatchanotherfilecabinetslipoutthesideofthebuildingandthedrawersrollopenmidair,reamsofwhitepapercaughtintheupdraftandcarriedoffonthewind.
Eightminutes.
Thenthesmoke,smokestartsoutofthebrokenwindows. Thedemolitionteamwillhittheprimarychargeinmaybeeightminutes. Theprimarychargewillblowthebasecharge,thefoundationcolumnswillcrumble,andthephotoseriesoftheParker-MorrisBuildingwillgointoallthehistorybooks.
Thefive-picturetime-lapseseries. Here,thebuilding’sstanding. Secondpicture,thebuildingwillbeataneighty-degreeangle. Thenaseventy-degreeangle. Thebuilding’sataforty-five-degreeangleinthefourthpicturewhentheskeletonstartstogiveandthetowergetsaslightarchtoit. Thelastshot,thetower,allonehundredandninety-onefloors,willslamdownonthenationalmuseumwhichisTyler’srealtarget.
"Thisisourworld,now,ourworld,"Tylersays, "andthoseancientpeoplearedead."
IfIknewhowthiswouldallturnout,I’dbemorethanhappytobedeadandinHeavenrightnow.
Sevenminutes.
UpontopoftheParker-MorrisBuildingwithTyler’sguninmymouth. Whiledesksandfilingcabinetsandcomputersmeteordownonthecrowdaroundthebuildingandsmokefunnelsupfromthebrokenwindowsandthreeblocksdownthestreetthedemolitionteamwatchestheclock,Iknowallofthis:thegun,theanarchy,theexplosionisreallyaboutMarlaSinger.
