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

So far, everything I had done was just textbook. But it made the rest easier.
"There is a platen," I said. "It is about so big." And I made a motion with my hands. "It is
just a sheet with slots in it. Do you know what one is?"
"A platen code sheet," said Raht.
"You put it over a piece of paper and write the real message in the slots," said Terb. "And
then you fill in the rest of the letter."
"Your target has one. We must get it!" I said. "Even if it costs you your lives." Also
textbook. "It is somewhere in his baggage and that baggage is in the old Secretary General's suite
on the top floor of the Gracious Palms. Do I make myself clear?"
They both nodded.
"You are to disguise yourselves as diplomats. You are to pretend to buy services. You are to
go to that suite. The door is never locked. He is never there during the day. You are to ransack
the place and find that platen! Understood?"
They nodded.
"One more thing. Another agent tried to plant a bug there. But there is some sort of
interference, some carbon disturbance. You are to find that and disable it."
They nodded.
"And one more thing," I said. "You, Raht, must shave off your mustache."
Horror went over him. "But it hides a knife scar that is very plain and identifies me!"
"All right," I said. "Then just trim it."
"My beautiful mustache!"
One must be firm. "It's better than trimming your throat," I said.
He got the point.
"Now, there are no taxis," I said.


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"We just came in one."
"There are no taxis," I said. "So walk to the airport, spend the night in the waiting room
and get a plane tomorrow morning."
They nodded glumly.
I swirled my glass and made the ice in it rattle and tinkle. "Any questions?"
"Those two devices you gave us with orders to keep them within two hundred miles of him are
hidden on the television antenna of the Empire State Building," said Terb. "Is that all right?"
Hey, that was very all right. The units to relay the signals from Heller's bugs were right
above him. "It will serve at the moment," I said, coldly. "Is that all?"
They nodded.
I gave the ice in the glass another tinkle. "Then get out. I'm busy."
They walked away in the boiling sun.
I rejoiced. I had them under control now. I would soon have the platen so that I could forge
Heller's reports back to Voltar. And then BLOWIE! Dead Heller.
Life was sweet!

Chapter 4

The following morning, suddenly, abruptly and deliciously, life became much sweeter.
The taxi driver came rushing in. "Quick! Quick! Utanc will be here in two hours!"
My new Turkish dancing girl!