Мгла
The Storage Area. Problems with the Generators. What Happened to the Bag-Boy.
"Iwouldn’tgooverthere,"Isaid.
"No,Iknowyouwouldn’t."
"Tryitnow,Ollie,"oneofthemensaid.Thegeneratorwheezed,thenroared.
"Jesus!Shutherdown!Holycrow,don’tthatstink!"
Thegeneratordiedagain.
Thebag-boywalkedbackfromtheloadingdoorjustastheycameout."Something’spluggedthatexhaust,allright,"oneofthemensaid.
"I’lltellyouwhat,"thebag-boysaid.Hiseyeswereshiningintheglowoftheflashlights,andtherewasadevil-may-careexpressiononhisfacethatIhadsketchedtoomanytimesaspartofthefrontispiecesformyboys’adventureseries."Getitrunninglongenoughformetoraisetheloadingdoorbackthere.I’llgoaroundandclearawaywhateveritis."
"Norm,Idon’tthinkthat’saverygoodidea,"Olliesaiddoubtfully:
"Isitanelectricdoor?"theonecalledJimasked.
"Sure,"Olliesaid."ButIjustdon’tthinkitwouldbewisefor-"
"That’sokay,"theotherguysaid.Hetippedhisbaseballcapbackonhishead."I’lldoit."
"No,youdon’tunderstand,"Olliebeganagain."Ireallydon’tthinkanyoneshould-"
"Don’tworry,"hesaidindulgentlytoOllie,dismissinghim.
Norm,thebag-boy,wasindignant."Listen,itwasmyidea,"hesaid.
Allatonce,bysomemagic,theyhadgottenaroundtoarguingaboutwhowasgoingtodoitinsteadofwhetherornotitshouldbedoneatall.Butofcourse,noneofthemhadheardthatnastyslitheringsound."Stopit!"Isaidloudly.
Theylookedaroundatme.
"Youdon’tseemtounderstand,oryou’retryingashardasyoucannottounderstand.
