"Mary Janice Davidson - Delightful Deception" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

He stared at them through his gold wire rims and waited patiently for the computer to stop serenading
him.

"тАж toooooooтАж youuuuuuuuuuuu. M-wah!"

"Did the computer just blow me an air kiss?" the man asked pleasantly.

"UhтАФ" was as far as Thea got. As God was her witness, she had no idea what to say.

Marshall sidled up to her. "I don't think that's the new boss," he whispered to her. "Unless he's aged ten
years in two days."

"After the nonsense here, I may well have," whoever-it-was said dryly. "As it happens, my name is Don
DePalma. James isтАФ" He was interrupted by a blare of music, and sighed. "On his way."

It took Thea a moment to place the music. It was the theme fromSuperman .

James Edward Scrye II burst into the room. He was bizarrely arrayed in khaki shortsтАФin January!тАФa
red button-down shirt, no socks, and red tennis shoes with yellow laces. She had a blurred impression of
dark red hair and freckles, and then he was clambering atop one of the lab tables.

Oh, and the cape. She hadn't noticed the cape right away. It, too, was red, and Mr. DePalma stepped
behind Scrye, grasped the hem of the cape, and flapped it gently as if Scrye were flying.

Meanwhile, the music blared on: "Daaaah dah dih duh dah,daaaaah, daaaaah, daaaaah . Daaaah dah
dih duh dahтАжdah duhdaah !"

"People of Anodyne, hear me!" Scrye boomed. He had a surprisingly deep voice for a bio-nerd. "The
forces of evil have been utterly defeated. I, Jimmy Scrye, have taken over this nest of evil-doers and from
here on out, y'all are firmly on the side of good. Hear that? Repeat after me, pleaseтАФ"

"тАФdah dih duh dah,daaaaah, daaaaah, daaaaah . Daaaah dah dih duh dahтАФ"

"тАФI will use my powers for good."

Stunned silence from Thea and her team.

"Say it," he threatened, "or I'll turn the music up."

"I will use my powers for good," they parroted.

"All righty then," he said, and leaped nimbly from the table. "Uh, Don, you can shut that off."
Mr. DePalma leaned over and pressed a button on the small boom box no one had seen him bring in.

"Okey-dokey then," Scrye said. He was bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. His eyes were
very green, the color of spring grass. He looked like he'd be carded to buy cigarettes. Heck, drain
cleaner. But his quickness only exaggerated his feline grace, and she noticed his legs were ropy with
muscle. "Which one of y'all is Dr. Foster?"

"I am," Thea said. She was trying very hard not to stare, and failing. "This is my primary team: Jessica,