"FWLS15" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)A Future We'd Like to See 1.15 - Excitement, Danger and Intrigue By Twoflower (Copyright 1993) "John Smith, is it?" the secretary asked. She didn't look real happy about my arrival. In fact, she looked downright annoyed. After all, here was someone who actually wanted her to work. In a place of work, nevertheless. "Yes. I'm with the Spinner Broadcast System? You know, syndicated family entertainment, holomovie of the week, action, sports that sort of thing?" "Yeah. That's the channel which keeps showing those annoying breath mint commercials over and over again, right?" "Umm. Yeah. I have a three o'clock with Mr. McGuffin?" "Head right in, he's waiting for you." "Thanks," I said, tipping my press hat and grabbing my notepad. The doors looked a little on the ratty side, not quite what you'd expect on the office of Billy Bob McGuffin, head of the Not-So-Secret-Agent Corporation. I found out why as stepped through the door. "DIE, YOU COMMIE PINKO!" McGuffin shouted, as I was on my way down to the floor, with full intention of covering my head and screaming. The screaming didn't help much, as the blasterfire which took out the doorframe drowned out the noise. After a fifteen seconds of electric death being hurled in my direction, which added to the burn marks and holes I was wondering about in the foyer, it ran out of power. Not one to lose the moment, McGuffin had a knife to my throat and cigar smoke in my face less than a second later. "You're not subverting me, you--" "AHEM," the secretary said, tapping her foot on the burnt wreckage of the door. "Mr. McGuffin, this is your three o'clock, John Smith from the Spinner Broadcast System. NOT the red menace." "Hmm? Oh, sorry," he said, dropping me nonchalantly on the floor. "It's the eyes, see. Had 'em replaced after the Murflan revolution of '13. Work better than my old ones, 'cept for the red-colored filters. Whatddya need, Mr. Stick?" |
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