"FWLS57" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

security beams throughout your little trek tonight," the camera
said. "Now do as I say. Right, right, pause."

The red light on the camera clicked off. I felt along the
walls, turning the corner twice.

"Now what?" I asked aloud.

Another camera clicked on. "Shush. Not so loud. I don't
have TOTAL access to these things; the recorders are still going
in your hallway. Now, touch the wall there... up a little...
there."

"I just felt something move!"

"Access panel. It'll light up in a second. Type in the
following numbers in sequence."

The camera recited fifty numbers as I tapped them in one by
one. The wall faded to transparency, revealing the empty
workshop beneath me.

Empty save two figures. One of them waved. "Hi," the
camera said. "Now get down here, we don't have all night."

I nodded to both the camera and the man, and found the glass
door. The window darkened again as I descended the stairs.

The man was thirty something, by the looks of it, with a
sloppy hairdo and a pair of glasses that were taped in the
center. He had a t-shirt on that read SNORT FISH and faded work
pants. He also had a sharp object in his hand, which he was
pushing into the back of Help's neck.

I had him disarmed before he could blink. Then he blinked.

"What was that for?" he asked, bending over to pick up the
sharp. "I'm only trying to help. It's not a knife, it's a dip-
switch thrower. One sec."

He made more movements behind Help's head. After a grin of
triumph, he put Help's glasses back on and slapped an access
panel on her neck shut. Help woke up, looking around through
properly focused eyes.

"Argh... my head... where a-- SHIT!" she exclaimed, jumping
up onto her chair. "How'd I get back at MACROWARE?!?"

"Calm down," the man said. "You'll be leaving shortly. I
trust Ms. Tatewaki here can sneak you out?"