"Linda Evans - Time Scout 1 - Time Scout" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Linda)

boots were too bulky to pack in her case and she'd wanted to use every
possible
advantage she possessed when she finally came face to face with Kit Carson
....
Well, you made this bed. Lie in it. Margo picked up her case and followed him
back toward a corridor she was certain led in the wrong direction, only to
emerge in a cross corridor she recognized as the one she'd taken off the
Commons. Margo sighed and relegated herself to having to overcome yet another
handicap on her quest: a reputation for stupidity. Maybe Mr. Moore wouldn't
say
anything about having to lead her out by the hand; but she wouldn't bet on it.
And she certainly didn't have enough money to bribe him.
They regained the Commons in silence, for which she was grateful. As they
approached an enormous area caged to prevent tourist access, Margo frowned.
She'd noticed it before, but only peripherally. Inside the cage was an
irregular-shaped hole in the concrete.
"What's that?" she asked hesitantly, afraid she knew the answer already.
Unstable gate ...
Malcolm Moore glanced around. "What's what? Oh, the unstable gate."
"I know about those."
"Yes. Well, the floor collapsed when this one opened under it. A coffee
stand
fell through."
She edged closer for a better look and paled The sight was unnerving. Air
at
the bottom seemed to ripple oddly. Every few seconds, she heard the splash of
water. The bones behind her ears buzzed uncomfortably. "Fell through into
where?"
"We think it's the Bermuda Triangle." His voice was flat, completely
deadpan.
"The Bermuda Triangle? Don't jerk me around!"
"Hey," he held out both hands; "who declared war? Honest, we think it's the
Bermuda Triangle. Katie and Jack Sherman almost drowned when the gate opened
up
the first time. Their coffee shop went straight to the bottom. I was on the
rescue team that went through for them. Not only is it an unstable gate, the
darned thing leads to a whole nexus of other gates popping open and closed.
Picking the right one back to La-La Land was murder. Took us five wrong tries.
We almost didn't get back."
"Oh." Great. Unstable nexus gates, yet. "I know about unstable nexus
gates,"
Margo muttered, wondering why none of her research had turned up that little
tidbit. Maybe the government didn't want to scare people? "I've been on time
terminals before."
He appeared to accept the lie. She'd sooner have died than admit she'd sold
almost everything she owned-and very nearly a good bit more-to raise the price
of a downtime ticket onto TT-86. Margo eyed the hole in the floor with a
slight
chill of misgiving. Well, adventure was what she was here for, wasn't it?
"So where's this bar?" she demanded, turning her back on the watery chasm.