"08 - The SSR Sings the Blues" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harrison Harry)The well-built and handsome stranger pulled on my discarded robe. Stepped aside when Narcoses took a key from his pocket, bent and unlocked the restraining cuff on my ankle. f landed it to the other who emotionlessly bent and snapped it t(> Isis own ankle. "Why-why are you doing this?" I asked him. He said nothing, just leaned over to retrieve the gun. "I'll need another bullet," he said. With my voice. "The Colonel will supply it," Narcoses said. Then remembered something else he had said just moments ago, "You called me diGriz. You know my name?" "I know a lot more than that," he said pressing the beard and mustache into position on my face. "Carry these papers. Follow me out of here. Keep your mouth shut." All of which I was very happy to do. With one last look at my imprisoned self I trotted forth to freedom. CHAPTER 3 I trotted behind Narcoses, clutching the papers and trying to think bearded and fat. The guards were ignoring us, watching instead with sadistic fascination as one of their number started to close the watertight door. "Wait," the Colonel said, opening a small box and taking out a cartridge. He looked up as I passed, stared me straight in the face. I felt perspiration bursting from my pores. The momentary glance must have lasted about a subjective hour. Then he kept on turning and called out to the guard. "Open that again you idiot? I load the gun then you close the door. When that has been done this business will be over with once and for all." We turned a corner and the noxious group vanished from sight behind us. Silently, as ordered, I followed the lawyer through many a guarded portal, into an elevator, out of it and then through one final door, escaping the Mint at last. Letting out a great sigh of relief as we went past the armed guards and headed for the waiting ground car. "Silence? Into the car. Speak to me in the office about a salary raise-not before." Narcoses must know things that I didn't. Detector bugs in the ornamental trees we were passing? Acoustic microphones aimed our way? I realized now |
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