"FWLS15" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Smith."

"What's in a name?" McGuffin shrugged, tossing the knife out
a window. "So, Smith, watcha need?" he continued, ignoring the
faint scream from the ground below.

"Well, I've been instructed by Mr. Spinner to follow one of
your recruits around on a typical mission, and take notes for use
in a made for HV movie."

"Again? Didn't you boys send someone by to do that last
week?"

"The representative from SBS that went with Agent 5684 died
in the line of duty," the secretary recited, tossing a file to
McGuffin. "In other words, the representative stood in the line
between a gun and Agent 5684. Fortunately, 5684 wasn't hurt."

"Good thing, too," McGuffin said. "Our funeral costs are
starting to reach the red. So, a typical mission?"

"Err. Yes. As typical as it gets. A safe one, if
possible," I added.

"Well, Mr. Smith, you're in luck!" McGuffin said, chomping
his cigar and pounding me on the back. I regained my balance and
dignity, although it was difficult. "Got a perfect one for you.
Yttian ambassador to some colony. 'is daughter was kidnapped by
some terrorist organization, Chaos Inc. We're sending in one of
our best men, Agent 7333 to get her out. Usual beat the baddies
and save the girl thing. Will that do?"

"Yes, very much. I do have one request, though."

*

"Geez, how can you MOVE in that thing?" the jeep driver
asked, peering at me in his rearview mirror as we drove out to
the shipyards.

"Very carefully," I replied. I wasn't taking any chances.
I had McGuffin issue me blaster-proof vests, sleeves, gauntlets,
pants, boots, helmets, and underwear. The reason for the plural
nouns is because I was wearing two layers of the material.

"Alright, here we are," the driver said, pulling up to one
of the hundreds of NSSAC shuttleships. "Everybody out. You'll
meet your contact agent inside, who'll... is there a problem?"