"John Ringo - Sister Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ringo John)Into the Looking Glass The Vorpal Bladewith Travis S. Taylor Manxome Foewith Travis S. Taylor (forthcoming) Von Neumann's Warwith Travis S. Taylor The Road to Damascuswith Linda Evans with David Weber: March Upcountry March to the Sea March to the Stars We Few Chapter One Tuesday 10/12/54 Chicago, USA, Sol III The dark figure dropping over the edge of the building could have given lessons in camouflage to a Himmit. Well, almost. Actually, the bodysuit and balaclava she was wearing owed rather more of their stealth abilitiesto the Himmit than the reverse. The rappelling rope was more conventional, as were the multivision goggles. A clever observer, had she been observed, would have noticed that the better gear was old, and the cheaper gear new, suggesting that the agent or her employer had seen better days. She stopped at the thirteenth floor, fourth window from the North end. The tool she pulled from a clip on her web gear was something like a monomolecular boxcutter. Working with a fluidity that belied the complexity of the task, she clipped a line to the rope above her, deftly secured the two suction cups of the complicated apparatus to the window, tightened them down, and excised a wide oval of the thick glass. She pulled the glass piece free and allowed it to dangle, swinging her feet through the hole and slipping inside. The room she entered was dusty from extreme disuse, and she wouldn't have braved it at all if the threadbare carpeting hadn't been thereтАФperfect for hiding footprints that otherwise would have been glaringly obvious. The carpeted cubicle walls, now a moth-eaten, mottled gray, had the occasional rusty bolt showing through the cracked plastic. The dusty, crumbling particle board contraptions that used to pass for "desks" for corporate underlings dated the room as being part of the post-war surplus office space. The phenomenon made the middle floors of skyscrapers in most major cities very convenient for |
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