"Richard Morgan - Woken Furies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morgan Richard)

'Suffice it to say we have equipped you with the very best biotech available. I doubt I need to enumerate
the sleeve's capacities to someone of your background. Should you wish detail, there is a basic manual
accessible through the datadisplay in your left field of vision.' A faint smile, maybe the hint of weariness.
'Harkany were not culturing specifically for Envoy use, and there has not been time to arrange anything
customised.'

'You've got a crisis on your hands?'

'Very astute, Kovacssan. Yes, the situation might fairly be described as critical. We would like you to go
to work immediately.'

'Well, that's what they pay me for.'

'Yes.' Would she broach the matter of exactly who was paying at this point?

'Probably not. As you've no doubt already guessed this will be a covert deployment. Very different from
Sharya. Though you did have some experience of dealing with terrorists towards the end of that
campaign, I believe.'

'Yeah.' After we smashed their IP fleet, jammed their data transmission systems, blew apart their
economy and generally killed their capacity for global defiance, there were still a few diehards who didn't
get the Protectorate message. So we hunted them down. Infiltrate, befriend, subvert, betray. Murder in
back alleys. 'I did that for a while.'

'Good. This work is not dissimilar.'

'You've got terrorist problems? Are the Quellists acting up again?'

She makes a dismissive gesture. No one takes Quellism seriously any more. Not for a couple of
centuries now. The few genuine Quellists still around on the World have traded in their revolutionary
principles for high-yield crime. Same risks, better paid. They're no threat to this woman, or the oligarchy
she represents. It's the first hint that things are not as they seem.

'This is more in the nature of a manhunt, Kovacssan. An individual, not a political issue.'

'And you're calling in Envoy support.' Even through the mask of control, this has to rate a raised
eyebrow. My voice has probably gone up a little as well. 'Must be a remarkable individual.'

'Yes. He is. An ex-Envoy, in fact. Kovacssan, before we proceed any further, I think something needs
to be made clear to you, a matter that тАФ '

'Something certainly needs to be made clear to my commanding officer. Because to me this sounds
suspiciously like you're wasting Envoy Corps time. We don't do this kind of work.'

' тАФ may come as something of a shock to you. You, ah, no doubt believe that you have been re-sleeved
shortly after the Sharya campaign. Perhaps even only a few days after your needlecast out.'

A shrug. Envoy cool. 'Days or months тАФ it doesn't make much difference to m тАФ '
'Two centuries.'