"Nancy Kress - Wetlands Preserve" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

"No. You're rightтАФnon-violent confrontations accomplish nothing substantial. I am with EarthAction
now."

"Never heard of them."
"You will," he said, and that tone was there again. "Lissy, I don't have anyplace to stay."

"You're not staying here. See that sofa? That unfolds to create my bedroom, and in another few hours I'll
be using it. Bye, Danilo."

He didn't argue. Picking up the knapsack, he moved with his fluid gait toward the door. Watching him,
Lisa suddenly remembered that she still had dried mud in her hair from the boat survey, still smelled of
swamp and lab. Well, she'd shower later; the reports in her briefcase were too exciting too wait.

She'd already started to work by the time Danilo closed the apartment door.




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"Washington wants even tighter security," Paul said to the assembled Kenton staff, plus the visiting
scientists, Washington representatives, and whoever those others were that Lisa couldn't identify. "That's
why we have an increased guard. I know all the checkpoints are inconvenient, people, but consider the
benefits. We're getting another month of study before any announcement is made and we're overrun with
outsiders."

Hal said bluntly, "Could have fooled me. There are already far too many outsiders in the Preserve. It's
starting to look like O'Hare Airport out there. At this rate we're going to irreparably damage the
ecosystem."

Paul looked embarrassed. People shifted on their chairs, crowded uncomfortably into the too-small
break room. Nobody looked directly at the visiting scientists.

"Hal, we appreciate your concerns, but we have to be practical here as well. This is perhaps the single
most important event in the history of humankind. You can't really expect it to stay confined to a bunch of
academic swamp rats like us."

People laughed obligingly, but the tension wasn't broken.

Paul continued, "We have a full agenda this morning, and a very exciting one, so let'sтАФ"

"If you're really trying for tight security," Hal persisted doggedly, "then all these soldiers and checkpoints
and cars going in and out isn't exactly the best way to get it. Don't you think the locals, including the local
journalists, are going to notice?"

Lisa had to agree with him. Just last night she'd heard two women at the grocery store speculating about
what could be going on "down to the Preserve, with all them crazy tree-huggers." And the off-duty
soldiers went in and out of Flaherty's, the town's most popular bar. She'd seen them.