A clang and a gnash the huge tank, last word terrestrial istrebitelnoj technicians moved on highway. This word has been told
three hundred years ago, but, fortunately, it was late and any more it was not required to people, and all three hundred years
the tank has staid in one of halls of the Museum of history of the weapon. There it have found Athos and Aramis, the good
master and the good scientist, have quickly accustomed with it, have debugged, have equipped and have deduced on the
first fighting business. Caterpillars, gradually rattled and powerfully engines roared, to the right and to the left the stocky
cannon tower and as if a bristle of a porcupine rocket installations stuck out extensively terribly turned. And on the highway
parties dark tightened by a bluish morning fog left back, and kilometre columns crept away back: 161...
The tank was conducted by Athos, and Aramis sat at the tool and turned together with a tower, and at a fodder partition
Porthos's wrapped in a grey canvas the body lay. Friends from the first sight have understood that has occurred at the
hundred twentieth kilometre and nevertheless Athos has asked a constrained voice: "Taran?" - "Taran", - has silently
answered Aramis. The boat has pleased with a nose in a working compartment of the mean mechanism and has completely
destroyed it, but criminals have escaped and have disappeared, and it was necessary to overtake them and to punish, and
even not so much to punish, how many to neutralise, pull out at bastards a teeth once and for all! "Perhaps, it will not be
possible to us, - Athos, maybe, thought will slam our tank as a fly, but it is necessary to try. We conduct developing attack,
and behind our back such forces about which even we have no representation and as worse it is necessary to them, these
space thieves, gangsters, murderers already rise..." - "Galja, probably, still sleeps, - Aramis thought. - Before an exit we have
run to say goodbye (at this time Porthos was still live), but she slept as a marmot, having thrust a head under a pillow and
having exposed naked feet from under a bed-sheet. The poor little girl, will be a lot of a grief, it is a lot of tears, she so loved
the sportsman, and we too loved it, but to us it is easier, we will fight..." - Look in both! - Athos has barked and with a clang
has slammed the viewing hatch.
Wood around has at once flashed. In a flash the tank has appeared in a raging sea of a bagrovo-orange flame. Trees on the
highway parties have turned to columns of roaring fire. But the tank at all has not slowed down a course. Being shrouded in
clouds of the black smoke, showered with fountains of orange sparks, sweeping roads falling across flaring trunks, it
continued to move unperturbably forward.
Has arisen in a smoke and the enameled plate with figure 164 has disappeared. Forward, forward! - Bite, a reptile! - Athos
growled. - Bite, while there is teeth! But position with each minute worsened. To friends has not come to mind to take care of
an oxygen stock, and in the car it became stuffy. Intolerable heat slowly but surely got through thermoisolation. From dancing
of fiery languages lomilo eyes, and optical filters were not... And here steps to twenty ahead with a tearing apart crash the
earth has burst. The highway has broken up. The crack promptly spread, burning trees and stones have departed to
revealed precipice. Athos hardly has had time to brake.