"Reeves, James R & Taylor, James Carl - Vietnam 02 - Covert Actions" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reeves James R)I looked at his hand and saw it slipping on the knob
as he tried to turn it. I looked at his eyes again. His forehead was furrowed, and big beads of sweat trickled from wrinkle to wrinkle. He shook his head, indicating he couldn't open the door. I glanced back at it as he released his grip. There was a keyhole. It was possible the colonel had a habit of locking his door. But I had to try it myself. I couldn't believe we'd come all this way just to find the damned door locked. Then I noticed that the crack along the doorjamb was wider at the bottom than at the knob, or above it. In fact, the door appeared to have a slight curve to it, as if it had to bend slightly in order to latch. Of course! The bulkhead was warped. There was prob- ably a change of stress in the hull because the ship was virtually empty of fuel. The door might be jammed closed instead of locked. I grasped the knob with both hands, and pulled as I turned it. My palms were sweaty and supped, so I auto- matically rubbed them on my chest. The wetsuit hadn't dried out, though, and it did no good. Bob grinned and reached inside his wetsuit for the olive drab scarf he'd brought along in case we needed a blindfold. I wiped and turned very slowly, so it wouldn't click loudly when the latchbolt cleared the facing. The click was very faint. I held the door closed with the knob turned fully, so that the latchbolt re- mained completely retracted, and looked over at Bob. There were fewer worry-wrinkles around his eyes now. He nodded slightly to signal that he was ready 4 James R. Reeves and James C. Taylor to go. I took the plunger end of my syringe between two fingers of my left hand, so that it would be ready if I needed it. I looked at my watch. About fifteen minutes had elapsed since we'd first come aboard. We hadn't been seen yet, but a sentry might step into the corridor at any moment. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. My heart was pounding so hard it was almost shaking my body with each beat, but not from fear. It was adrenaline pumping. When I opened that door, I would go into the state- |
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