"Tom Purdom-Moonchild" - читать интересную книгу автора (Purdom Tom)

"He's doing something illegal again?"
"He's trying to make the council change its policies. He thinks he can scare them into giving more kids
the Duvalis treatment."
The peaceman frowned. "He thinks he can scare them?"
"He's trying to damage the garden. He can't do it if you're watching him."
The peaceman's eyes narrowed. He stepped back and looked Harvey over.
 "You're trying to tell me a man like your father would damage a life support system?"
"He thinks it's the only way we can get any justice. He's so angry he doesn't care what he does."
"That's a pretty big accusation, young man. You're certain you aren't trying to have a little fun with a
poor stupid cop?"
"He's doing it right now. He'll be all done in another fifteen or twenty minutes if you don't help me stop
him."
"One man can't destroy a life support system all by himself. What's he going to do? Set it on fire?"
"He's hiding a container that contains a chemical he developed himself. It's like a poison. He knows
exactly what to use. He's already planted two but he has to plant four more. He'll have to stop if he sees
you watching him."
The peaceman unhooked the radio on his belt. He pressed a button on its control panel and raised it to
his mouth.
"This is Johnson," the peaceman said. "I've got a situation here we'd better look into. Look out for Dr.
William Oliver and his oldest son-- a thin man in his mid-forties, about 188 centimeters tall, type twelve
face, bald, white tunic, black turtleneck shirt, accompanied by a teenager, about eighteen, type six face,
in a blue robe with yellow embroidery. They may be planting containers with some kind of poison in
them. Don't let them dump anything they're carrying. Hold them right where they are if you catch one of
them climbing out of the shrubbery."
Harvey stepped back. The peaceman lowered the walkie-talkie and looked down at him.
"He's breaking the law, son. I can't help him break the law."
"He can't do it if you're watching him."
"That's not my job. He's breaking the law and you and I both know it."
"He doesn't know what he's doing. He's only doing it because he's worried about your children."
"We can't have any kind of law here if I decide I'm going to enforce the law some of the time. You
knew I might send out the alarm when you told me about this. You did everything you could to protect
him. You know we can't let people do things like this. He couldn't do anything worse than this."
The walkie-talkie buzzed. The peaceman raised it to his ear and nodded. "I'll be right there," he said.
He lowered the intercom. "They caught him coming out of the bushes. They're waiting for me now."
His father and Ted were standing by a bench with three peacemen standing around them. A dozen
curiosity seekers were standing near them. More people were coming down the path.
Harvey stopped twenty steps away and rested his hand on a bush. Johnson barked an order as he
moved in and a young peaceman started searching Ted's robe.
The peaceman pulled out the belt with the containers. He handed it to Johnson and Johnson looked
over the two prisoners.
Dr. Oliver's face was scarlet. He had drawn himself up to his full height and he was looking down on
the peacemen as if he were standing on top of a mountain. He turned toward Harvey and their eyes met
across the heads of the peacemen.
Harvey's eyes blurred. He turned his head away from his father and two middle-aged women stepped
between them.
A huge moth landed on his bare hand. The touch of its feelers sent a shiver up his arm. He brushed it
off without hurting it and it flew across the bushes and landed on a flower.
A life support system was a sacred object. Nobody should damage a life support system. Not for any
reason.
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