"duane,.dianne.-.spider.man.-.octopus.agenda" - читать интересную книгу автора (Duane Diane)

All over the world, gold and quartz are often found together-but no one
had ever expected to find it here. Consolidated's chief geologist flew
in from Nevada to look over the site for herself, and walked away
shaking her head and muttering, "Anomalous, very anomalous."

But she had been smiling. Everyone was smiling. There had been the
usual talk of how much fallout from this find nobody was calling it a
strike, at least not yet--would fall out onto the workers and the local
economy, and for a change the result was better than anyone expected.
To their credit, Consolidated took on as many more local employees to
run the extraction machinery as they could. It was mostly heavy boring
and digging equipment for which people had to be trained, and since
they were paid while they were being trained, no one particularly
minded. It was a skill that would be useful later.

In any case, by the time the quartz dust had settled, about a month
after the initial find, many more people were employed, and nearly
everyone was pleased. Except for the ones who had to stay up until
3:30 in the morning, or five or six, walking around a great big hole in
the ground and hoping that no more machinery would go missing.
Especially on their shift.

"I suppose I shouldn't complain," Pulaski said. "There's a lot of
worse things we could be doing."

Jim rubbed his eyes. The brief adrenaline rush of Pulaski's arrival
had worn off, and the night shift was beginning to weigh heavily again.
His eyes felt grainy. "Right now, I can't think what. I'm going crazy
just trying to stay awake." He knuckled his eyes again. " "Dockside
security," six letters, ends in e-r," he muttered.

"Hawser," said Pulaski at once.

"Won't fit. "Jim glanced at him. 'vVhat is a hawser, anyway?"
"Dunno. Some sort of small boat, I think." "Lot of help you are. I'm
falling asleep here."

"You want to stay awake? Just start your round early."

Jim shook his head. "It'd show on the time clocks. And you know how
they hate that. I could use a snack, though. Want a Three
Musketeers?"

"No. I'm trying to knock the sweet stuff. The wife says she likes how
I'm losing weight."

Jim laughed, barely more than an intake of breath. He had been walking
around this site just as long as Pulaski, and was be ginning to doubt
he would ever lose weight by any means short of industrial-level
liposuction. He gazed thoughtfully down to ward the center of the site