"Foster, Alan Dean - Flinx - Bloodhype" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)persons were taken. The best evidence we have is that every planet where
new addicts have appeared was visited shortly before by a vessel that stopped to change or exchange cargo on Repler. There ate a few suspects here, whom we're being very careful not to warn?off. And this is not the only planet that's being carefully checked cut. But at this stage it seems like Repler is the best of several thin possibilities?Everything about the operation suggests professional planning with plenty of brains behind it. There's a lot of experience behind this setup." "I don't wish to minimize out abilities, sir" interrupted Kitten, "but if all this is true, wiry send for two fairly inexperienced agent?students instead of a hundred pros?" "One, your very inexperience is your best asset. You will be equally unknown to the runners. The one thing we fear more than anything else is that they might become aware that we suspect their operations here. And with something of this magnitude running smoothly, it's a likely bet that the pros handling things would stay quiet and shut down until they could shift their base elsewhere. We don't want to start over again somewhere a hundred parsecs down the Arm. We might not be fortunate enough to intercept another shipment. Arid the traffic hasn't assumed the proportions ... yet ... where an investment of that kind would justify the risk. A large sweep would be likely to catch up a lot of the small fry. The moguls usually manage to slip away and start raising hell somewhere else. You two stand a chance of cutting through a lot of opaque membrane and latching onto them If you're caught, the worst that can happen is we lose two agents." "You frame things so delicately," murmured Porsupah. "The covers we've prepared for you don't require a lot of effort to maintain. Barring," he said, staring hard at Kitten, "unforseen complications! Lieutenant Porsupah is listed as a wealthy tree?farmer's nephew from Tolus Prime. Your covers provide you with a number of common interests. A shared interest in mildly dangerous sports, for one thing. It means you have reasons for wanting to jet all over the place? and incidentally, for carrying sidearms. Sport pistols. Licenses will be issued to the both of you on your way out. Your `sporting weapons' each pack a much greater wallop than their appearance will suggest. So for Hive's sake, be circumspect with them? Look around, take your time, and honestly try to have fun. I don't believe is miracles, but `erecting the proper superstructure facilitates acquiring interior trappings.' " "Mathewson, twenty?third edict, section four," said Kitten. "`Accidents and miracles will happen if you can find the proper place in space'; yes, you're right, my door," replied Orvenalix. "I never knew theology interested you." "Only the juicy parts. For example ..." |
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