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

If I got a big assignment and came back a hero, she'd be the kind who'd try to beat Janet's time with me.
The world's full of 'em.



Why do they want me in Sec. I?



Obe had just said to bring the telemetering equipment for the remote-control vampire gauge and show
up on the Sec. I doorstep at 1400. Nothing more. Ramsey glanced at his wrist watch. A minute to go.



"Ensign Ramsey?" A masculine voice sounded behind him. Ramsey whirled. The conference-room door
stood open. A gray-haired line captain leaned out, hand on door. Beyond the captain, Ramsey glimpsed
a long table strewn with papers, maps, pencils, overflowing ash trays. Around the table sat uniformed
men in heavy chairs, almost like fixtures. A cloud of blue tobacco smoke hung over the scene.



"I'm Ensign Ramsey."



The captain glanced at the box under Ramsey's arm, stepped aside. "Will you come in, please?"



Ramsey skirted the reception desk, entered the room. The captain closed the door, indicated a chair at
the foot of the table. "Sit there, please."



Where's the boss? Ramsey wondered. His gaze darted over the room; then he saw Obe: a
hollow-cheeked little civilian, straggly goatee, thin bird features, seated between two burly commodores
like a prisoner under guard. The little civilian's radiation-blinded eyes stared straight ahead. The mound of
a radar bat-eye box atop one shoulder gave him a curiously unbalanced appearance.



Ramsey sat down in the chair indicated, allowed himself an inward chuckle at the thought of the two
commodores guarding Dr. Richmond Oberhausen, director of BuPsych. Obe could reduce them to
quivering jelly with ten words.