"L Ron Hubbard - Mission Earth 03 - The Enemy Within" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hubbard L. Ron)

"I'll make them go away!" I shouted. I grabbed a ten-gauge shotgun and sprang to the door.
"Sultan Bey!" shouted Karagoz. "You got no clothes on!"
I rushed out anyway. Nobody is going to tell me what to do!
Two men were sitting on a bench, sure enough. They were faced the other way. I leaped in
front of them, levelling the gun.
It was Raht and Terb!
Raht's mustache stuck out even further in surprise.
Terb's swarthy, plump face went a bit white.


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"What in the name of seventeen brindle Devils are you doing here?" I thundered at them.
Raht had the effrontery to put his finger to his lips to shush me.
Terb was trying to get back on the bench.
"Account for yourselves!" I thundered even louder.
Raht was making even more urgent finger motions and I abruptly realized I had been speaking
Voltarian. But no matter. When the staff sees me coming, they vanish.
"We... we obeyed your order," stammered Raht. That was more like it. I had him stammering.
"You s ... s ... said," quavered Terb, '"Find them and force them to report in.'"
"We... we were sending radio messages every day and... and so we thought you could only mean
to come here."
So the message was unclear. Leave it to subordinates to take advantage of you.
"You (bleeped) fools have been watching the bug that was sewn into his clothes. Somebody at
the store threw them in the garbage when he bought new clothes!" I levelled the gun barrels at
them. "He's not in the Atlantic! He's right in that UN whorehouse, the Gracious Palms, having the
time of his life!"
Raht gaped. "How do you know that?"
Anger had caused me to be incautious. They must never know I had had Heller bugged on Voltar
and was monitoring everything he saw or heard. "I have other sources of information. You think you
are the only spies in the world? I got spies all over the place. Even spies on you!"
They seemed cowed so I herded them into the patio of the house. I made them stand there.
Then I went and put away the gun and got a robe and buzzed the kitchen for some hot kahve,
served with lots of sugar, sekerli.
While I drank it, I got to thinking that maybe this wasn't too bad. I could brief them very
exactly. I could also force them to take, no matter how many Voltarian codes it violated, a
receiver and decoder.
I went back, drinking more kahve and keeping them standing. It gave me a certain satisfaction
to realize they must have just come off a long plane ride and had had no sleep. It was also nice
that it was a boiling hot Turkish September day and that they were probably dying for a cold
drink. You have to keep such people in placeтАФriffraff.
"You are not going to be executed," I said, to open the conversation and put them at ease.
"Unless, of course, you keep fouling up."
They shifted about uneasily.
"The agent I have trailing you is a complete madman," I said. "But I think I can hold him in
check."
Karagoz and a waiter came in with a silver pitcher of sira that was beaded with mist, and
three glasses. I sent two of the glasses and the servants away and sat there sipping the cold
drink.