"Heinlein, Robert A - Waldo (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)'It's just the shape of my face,' his assistant apologized.
'Try laughing at this one: there's been another crash.' 'Oh, cripes! Don't tell me, let me guess. Passenger or freight?' 'A Climax duo-freighter on the Chicago-Salt Lake shuttle, just west of North Platte. And, chief-' 'Yes?' 'The Big Boy wants to see you.' 'That's interesting. That's very, very interesting. Mac-' 'Yeah, chief.' 'How would you like to be Chief Traffic Engineer of North American Power-Air? I hear there's going to be a vacancy.' Mac scratched his nose. 'Funny that you should mention that, chief. I was just going to ask you what kind of a recommendation you could give me in case I went back into civil engineering. Ought to be worth something to you to get rid of me.' 'I'll get rid of you - right now. You bust out to Nebraska, find that heap before the souvenir hunters tear it apart, and bring back its deKalbs and its control board.' 'Trouble with cops, maybe?' 'You figure it out. Just be sure you come back.' "With my slipstick, or on it." Stevens's office was located immediately adjacent to the zone power plant; the business offices of North American were located in a hill, a good three connecting tunnel; Stevens entered it and deliberately chose the low-speed slide in order to have more time to think before facing the boss. By the time he arrived he had made up his mind, but he did not like the answer. The Big Boy, Stanley F. Gleason, Chairman of the Board greeted him quietly. 'Come in, Jim. Sit down. Have a cigar.' Stevens slid into a chair, declined the cigar and pulled out a cigarette, which he lit while looking around. Besides the chief and himself, there were present Harkness, head of the legal staff, Dr Rambeau, Stevens's opposite number for research, and Striebel, the chief engineer for city power. Us five and no more, he thought grimly- All the heavy- weights and none of the middleweights. Heads will roll!- Starting with mine. 'Well,' he said, almost belligerently, 'we're all here. Who's got the cards? Do we cut for deal?' Harkness looked faintly distressed by the impropriety; Rambeau seemed too sunk in some personal gloom to pay any attention to wisecracks in bad taste. Gleason ignored it. 'We've been trying to figure a way out of our troubles, James. I left word for you on the chance that you might not have left.' 'I stopped by simply to see if I had any personal mail,' |
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