"Kristine Smith - Kilian 1 - Code Of Conduct" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Kristine)

"'Blew' doesn't begin to describe it. The Merchants' Association blames me for your
traffic slowdown. They think I'm a verifier. I'm probably being watched. If I returned
to NorthPort after being seen with you, I'd be dead by nightfall."

"So, you need to get out of here." Evan's voice sounded stronger, surer. That made
sense. He was negotiating now. "Ok, I'll get you out of here. Where do you want to
go?"

"I don't know."

"Then what's wrong with Earth?" He counted on his fingers. "Look, we pass
through four Gate Ways
on the way. Amsun, Padishah, Felix, and Mars. If you change your mind on the way,
I'll give you whatever you need and let you go." He leaned toward her, his voice
coldly eager.

"But if you had a chance to work at a job that utilized your training, realized you
could live a different life, wouldn't it make sense to stick with me? Look around you,
Jan." He gestured toward the storm-whipped scenery. "You don't belong here. You
deserve a second chance. Officially, sure, the Service is still looking for you, but
unofficially?" He shook his head. "They think you're dead. You
can reinvent yourself any way you want, and I'm offering you the opportunity to do
just that."

"If I work for you?"
"If you find out what happened to Lyssa. Call it working for me if you want. Call it
anything."

"You could be the bait in a Service trap. Why should I trust you?"

"Well, if what you told me about your popularity in NorthPort is true, you'd better
trust me at least as
far as Am-sun." He raised his cup to her in a toast. "What choice do you have?"

What choice, indeed? Jani stared into her cup. Then she drained it and handed it
back to him. "You know, some old Service officer once said that if you fall back far
enough, you'll just wind up at the front again." She pulled the second Naxin bomb
from her duffel and punched a fingernail through the sealant coating. Popping up her
door, she darted into the rain, pulled open the door of the single-seater, tossed
the bomb inside, slammed the door, and closed herself back in the sedan before the
first wisps of Naxin appeared in her old skimmer's windows.

Evan stared at her. "That was quick."

"The Service taught me things like that, remember?"

"Remind me never to pull up next to you." He glanced down at the floor near her
feet. His smile
flickered back to life. "Still carrying your bag of tricks, I see." He punched the
sedan's charge-through. The vehicle activated with a low hum. "I'll send some