"L Ron Hubbard - Mission Earth 05 - Fortune of Fear" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hubbard L. Ron)

Got her!
She was going through shelves.
I watched intently.
The warehouse! She was going through the contents of the warehouse!
She would put down a collapsible, Zanco medical case she was carrying and then go over the
rows and rows of labels and choose one. She would take an item out of the rows of them in the
carton and put it in the carrying case.
Then I understood what she was doing. She was building herself a first-aid kit. She wasn't
taking much of any one item and she was being very selective. Things like instant-heal seals for
cuts and burns, rapid blood builders, heart-restart disposable syringes, that sort of thing. I
began to realize that she must have the idea Jettero Heller might get hurt as she muttered, from
time to time, things like, "He could put his hand on something hot," and "That would heal a
blastgun sear." In some goofy way, she must have the idea either that he was shot up or could get
shot up. Or maybe that Earth was a battlefield!
Now she was into little machines, each in their neat packages. "I'll bet his spinbrush is all
worn out.... Maybe his nerve ends have gotten dull.... Maybe he has grown a mustache and wants it
speeded up...."
She found cartons of powders and little vials of liquid and cooed. Little as I knew about the
subject, they seemed to be the building blocks of makeups and cosmetics.
She was making no disarray. She was putting everything back in its place after she had taken
a few of what she wanted.
The next section she found made me flinch. Surgical electric knives and probes. She seemed to
think several would come in handy. Was she going to repair a battlefield or make one?
My attention, which had wandered due to speculation, came back to her with a snap. She had
said "Ooooo" in a way I had learned to distrust.


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I couldn't make it out at once due to the dim light in the warehouse. And then I flinched as
if a cobra had struck at me!
She had found the "Eyes and Ears of Voltar" section! I knew it must be in there somewhere,
for I had emptied the whole vault of that now-defunct company and carried it away. But due to the
cargo jumble on arrival on Earth, I had never seen it. Some neat soul had stacked it all in order
on the shelves, a dozen of this and fifty of that. And the Countess Krak was really reading
labels!
A gadget that detected eye-pupillary shift when someone was lying; a mate to the telescope I
had ashcanned in New York that looked through walls; a device that detected the kind of weapon
someone would use, seconds before he employed it; a tiny radio speaker device that could be
planted on someone to make him seem to speak, complete with waterproof transmitter; an ear-relay
device to furnish a person with answers, recommended for lawyers whose clients are undergoing
torture: two-way radio connections, accessory extra; a dart that causes people to grow warm and
itchy so they will disrobe and you can get divorce evidence; a device that puts picture, sound and
emotion delusions in the brain so that the person believes he is crazy; a perfume that makes a
person say yes to anything: preantidote capsule for user, accessory extra; a dart that can be
fired into walls up to one mile away, thus planting an audio-visio bug: purse-size gun, accessory
extra; a search device which up to one mile reads through clothes and makes the person appear
naked: photographic attachment for lewd photographs, accessory extra; a headlight fitting which
installed in one's own headlights causes other drivers to act like they are drunk and can then be