"Daniel Keys Moran - A Tale of the Continuing Time 02 - The Long Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)

"Actually, Booker Jamethon gave me your name."
"Booker's a great guy," said Trent.
"He said I shouldn't hire you, that you're not dependable."
 "Of course," said Trent instantly, "all those years on the juice, they
weren't good for him."
Jerry Jackson smiled for the first time. " 'Sieur Jamethon wanted the
job himself. He only gave me your nameтАФfor a feeтАФafter I turned him
down."
"Tell me about the job."
"You know CalleyTronics?"
Trent's pause was very brief. "It's located on the eighth floor of the
Down Plaza. They sell inskins and image coprocessors, MPU hardware,
like that. Half the webdancers I know buy from them."
"Frank Galley," said Jerry Jackson with a very convincing display of
anger, "is a thief. He lifted fifteen terabytes of hot RAM, a hundred and
five thousand Credit Units worth of room-temperature superconductor
memory, from mah warehouse in Georgia." Under the stress of anger, the
accent became more audible.
A single drop of rain touched down on the transparent tabletop in front
of Trent.
"Let me guess," Trent said.
"Guess?"
"You want me to get your RTS back."
"Yes."
"What do you think you know about me?"
A touch of the anger was back in his voice. "You're supposed to be a
thief yourself." The word thief was, laced with an astonishing amount of
disdain. "You hire out to steal things for people. You . . ."
A second drop of rain joined the first. Jerry Jackson cut himself off as a
waiter, after an anxious glance at the sky, hurried out to where they were
seated.
"Monsieur," said the waiter hurriedly, with a French accent which
might have been real, "you wished to order a cup of coffee?"
"A pot," Trent corrected him. "A whole big pot of coffee."
"Monsieur, we do not sell coffee by the pot, only by the cup."
"May I speak to your manager?"
The waiter's features stiffened visibly. "Oui. One moment, monsieur."
Trent waited until the waiter had gone back inside. "So you want me to
boost fifteen terabytes of RTS from CalleyTronics?"
"Yes."
Trent counted five drops of rain on the cut-crystal surface of the table.
Six. "It probably can't be doneтАФa straight boost, I mean. Galley's real tight
with the power structure in the Patrol Sectors, and his security's pretty
good. You'd be better off with a con, something that would leave him
wondering if he'd been hitтАФnot sureтАФand feeling so stupid he wouldn't
dare go to the Peaceforcers with it for fear of being laughed at."
Jerry Jackson leaned forward with what seemed to Trent to be honest
curiosity. "What do you have in mind?"
"I don't know. What's good here?"
"Regarding Galley," Jerry Jackson said with great control, "what do you