"Frank Herbert - The Dragon In The Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

ROOM -- Sec. I. Security One. Above the clatter of office sounds, he could hear the tooth-tingling hum
of a detection scrambler.



Through his mind passed the self-questionings he could never avoid, the doubts that had made him a
psychologist: If they have a rough job for me, can I do it? What would happen if I turned it down?



"You can rest that here on the desk," said the receptionist. She pointed to a black wooden box, about a
foot on a side, which Ramsey carried under his left arm.



"It's not heavy," he said. "Maybe the admiral didn't hear you the first time. Could you try again?"



"He heard me," she said. "He's busy with a haggle of braid." She nodded toward the box. "Is that what
they're waiting for?"



Ramsey grinned. "Why couldn't they be waiting for me?"



She sniffed. "Enough braid in there to founder a subtug. They should be waiting for an ensign. There's a
war on, mister. You're just the errand boy."



A wave of resentment swept over Ramsey. You insolent bitch, he thought. I'll bet you don't date
anything less than a full commander. He wanted to say something biting, but the words wouldn't come.



The receptionist returned the sono-typer cup to her mouth, went back to her typing.



I've been an ensign so long I'll even take lip from a WAVE yeoman, he thought. He turned his back on
her, fell to musing. What do they want with me? Could it be that trick on the Dolphin? No. Obe would
have said. This might be important, though. It could be my big chance.



He heard the receptionist behind him take a sheet of paper from her machine, replace it.
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