"Sharon Green - Diana Santee 3 -Tanderon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Sharon)

Tanderon as a cadet, a punishment none of them would have thought of if it hadn't
been for my new, young look. I'd also be traveling as a minor for as long as they got
a kick out of it, supposedly waiting patiently to get back into their good graces, and
that was one of the things that bothered me most. If they'd really thought I was guilty
of what they were charging me with, they would have been within their rights to do
anything they pleased, even if I was, in truth, innocent.
What put a bad taste in my mouth was the fact that they knew I was innocent, but
were jumping on me anyway. I'd worked for the Council a long time, and although
I'd never asked for or expected their thanks, I should have been entitled to more than
a fast shuffle.
I crouched down beside the bed in an effort to get some of the stiffness out of my
leg muscles, at the same time thinking about the second point that bothered me in
that mess. Val, my brand-new partner, the one I'd had such high hopes for, was
more than not working out in a simple way. It was bad enough that he refused to
take my orders and spent most of his time trying to protect me. What was infinitely
worse was the conviction I had that he was after something, a something that
amounted to more than the casual bed-sharing we'd been engaged in for the past
couple of months.
At first, I'd been sure that he understood there couldn't be more with a Special
Agent, not with the string of question marks my life expectancy was composed of.
The problem was, that stubborn streak in him tended to ignore what it didn't want to
see. Somehow, during the two months traveling time we'd spent alone together
coming back to Federation space, he'd gotten to me. I was тАж used to being held in
his arms, his lips warm and alive on mine, his body giving me more than I'd ever
before had from a manтАж
To me, of course, it was nothing beyond that, nothing but pleasant, casual sex, but
Val seemed to be trying to read something more into it. I had to show him he was
wrong as fast as I could, and one way of doing that was separating myself from his
company. By the time I got back again from the Confederacy outpost where I would
be changed back to normal, both he and the Council should have forgotten all about
the axes they'd been grinding.
I stood straight again and pulled off the hospital gown, tossed it onto the bed, then
lifted the mattress and retrieved the nurse's uniform I'd liberated during the last
"night" shift. If Ringer had signed me out I wouldn't have needed the uniform, but it
never hurts to be prepared.
The uniform was slightly too big on me, but as far as potential witnesses are
concerned, that's better than having it be too small. After the uniform was closed and
belted, I got my makeup kit, carried it over to the table and chairs arrangement
across from the bed, then got down to the important part of the disguise.
Knowing Ringer, the Station's computer was already alerted to be on the lookout for
me, and a Station's computer has too many eyes for someone to be able to avoid
them completely. If I'd just tried to walk out of my room, even in a nurse's uniform, I
wouldn't have gotten very far. It would have taken all of three steps beyond the
hospital area before alarms went off and Station security men were sent running from
their various posts. Security is usually tight with a computer on watch, but having
just a little basic information on a subject sometimes gives you what you need to
circumvent even the tightest of security systems.
I had a friend whose specialty is computers, and that friend had once told me a bit
about how Station computers see. The one point that had stuck in my mind was an
odd fact that only a few people know. Ordinary tritium foil tends to disrupt a