"Eric Nylund - Paladin Blake and The Secret City" - читать интересную книгу автора (Nylund Eric) Paladin Blake
And the Secret City -From the files of Blake Aviation Security- By Eric Nylund Chapter One: Thicker than Water... Paladin Blake had never had it so good-and had never felt so lousy about it, either. Gray light diffused through his office window; outside was the Santa Monica pier and the roiling Pacific. In another hour the sun would be up, and the citizens of Hollywood would start their day, take the trolleys to work, build planes, and pretend the world had a happy ending like every motion picture churned out by the studios. He flipped on the intercom. "Tennyson, you there?" "Yes," replied a voice with a British accent, "working up a bit of a surprise on one of our Devastators." "Surprise? Is there a problem?" "Everything is under control, my boy. Business as usual, smooth sailing and all that." "Good." Paladin snapped off the intercom. Smooth sailing and success were dreams easily bought into. Blake Aviation Security had been out of the red ink for a solid year. Barely. There had been a string of headline- smashing cases-The Phantom Prototype, the Klondike Caper, and the Destruction Island Incident-but good business was the problem. He picked up a handful of telegrams from his in-box. There were urgent requests from Empire State bureaucrats and Dixie dignitaries, mission requests from Boeing and Hughes, and three checks wired as payment for his services. Paladin glanced at the map of North America covering the west wall of his office. Pushpins and lines of string traced the air lanes protected by Blake Aviation; they crossed and crisscrossed from Seattle to Baja, Cuba to the Maritime Provinces. His business was making sure passengers and airfreight got delivered safely along those lines...and making sure that every pirate got what was coming to them. Each line on the map was there because the state militias looked the other way when pirates attacked their competitors, and because there were behind-the-scenes cold wars raging between the tiny empires. Blake Aviation Security prospered because of it. Paladin would have felt a lot better if there was no need for his protection-indeed, if there was no need for Blake Aviation, at all. The world was falling apart and he was profiting from it. That made him sick to his stomach. |
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