"S. Andrew Swann - Zimmerman's Algorithm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swann S Andrew)

"I understand your frustration. Their capture wasn't anticipated."
"You, of all people, should have anticipated it."
"You know bringing any more of your people into the country would bring unwelcome attention to our
operation, and the Doctor."
"Have you seen the news lately? I think there's more than enough unwelcome attention to go around."
"It's a screwup, but because it was the Colonel and not your people, your organization has remained out
of the spotlight."
"If my people were involved, they wouldn't have been captured, and this travesty with your Secret
Service never would have happened." Volynskji thought for a moment about the man on the other end of
the phone. Volynskji knew he was a twisted and dangerous individual with many reasons to want the IUF
to stay out of the spotlight in this country. "This was by your design, was it, friend?"
"No."
The flat denial only made Volynskji more suspicious, but he didn't press the point. "What about our
equipment? The Doctor can't proceed without it, and we cannot go out and acquire another one now that
everyone in this country is aware that we want one. Security on the existing items will become
impenetrable."
"I know. The equipment is my problem now. I have a better chance the way the situation has
developed."
"Okay. Should I return to the project now?"
"No, there're still a few things that need doing down here. First, you need to find the leak that led those
two cops there. It didn't come from my end, so it must have been from yours."
"Thanks for your confidence."
"Word of the pickup got out somehow, before you were called off. The cops didn't know it was a setup,
so the leak didn't come from inside the government."
"I've got you. What do you want me to do with any leaks I find?"
"Plug them, permanently."
"The cop?"
"Forget him for now. He's not a problem."
 "What about the Colonel and his people?"
"Nothing. They aren't a threat to us and we need a distraction right now. Take care of the leaks."
"I'll do that."
"I'll be in contact." The phone hung up and Volynskji lay for a moment listening to dead air. He didn't
like that man. He didn't like working with an official of the U.S. Government, even if this man had brought
his people Doctor Zimmerman and the potential of her work. The fact that his people were beholden galled
Volynskji. Now they would be beholden for the Daedalus as well.
On the TV, the show had changed to a program called The McLaughlin Group.
"Issue one," said the TV. "Gunfight at the D.C. Corral."
Volynskji watched as the host gave a synopsis of the shooting incident over the Daedalus. It was
unnerving to think that it could have been him and his people in there, rather than a D.C. cop and an FBI
agent. Volynskji had been warned off shortly after Colonel Ramon had been captured, but he could still
picture himself walking into that trap. If it was his call, he would have called off the whole project by now.
"What is the political fallout from this shoot-out? I ask you, Pat."
"John, this is another Waco. We have another federal law enforcement agency going where it shouldn't
go, doing things it is not qualified to doтАФand this time it isn't even the alleged 'bad guys' who are the
victims. This just gives more ammunition to people who believe that the federal government has no business
in criminal law enfтАФ"
"Are you saying that Attorney General Lloyd should resignтАФ"
The one woman on the panel interrupted. "From all accounts he's already abdicated. The Secret
Service was out of control here. They should stick to guarding the President."
Volynskji tossed aside the remote and walked over to the bar. Digging around in the little refrigerator,