"Michael Sweeney - Moving Day" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sweeney Michael)

Moving DayMoving Day by Michael Sweeney
The main entrance loomed ahead, large and forbidding. Kile clutch The
satchel tightly and wiped The sweat from his palm on his pant leg. The car
moved slowly down The small tunnel to The door into The facility.
Kile breathed deeply, trying to slow his speeding heart. As the car
came within range of the large metal doors the driver slowed to a crawl.
Kile stared straight ahead, paying no mind to the armed guard who approached
the vehicle.
The guard bent over and rapped on the glass window. Carefully, Kile
reached out and lowered the window.
"May I see your identification please, sir?" the guard requested. Kile
handed the man his pass. The guard took the pass and stood straight to
inspect it. The plastic card bore a picture of Kile and a series of fine
lines. The guard pulled a small black box from his belt and ran it over the
thin card. The box beeped and its monitor glowed green. The guard returned
to card and motioned to the other guards.
"Your cleared, sir. Go on through."
Kile took a deep breath. "Thank you, private."
The guard stepped away from the car as it pulled forward through the
parting doors. Kile had to control his breathing. He had not realized he
had been holding his breath. If he wasn't careful he'd hyper ventilate.
The car drove from the large doors to the building's entrance. When
the vehicle stopped Kile opened the door and stepped out. He held the
satchel firmly. A clink of metal rose from the satchel. Kile glanced down
at the shiny steel of the handcuff securing the satchel to his arm. He
grimaced nervously and started up the main steps. The large doors open
before him and he stepped in to the lobby.
The space before him was enormous. The ceiling rose fifty feet above
him. The far wall was twice that distance.
A scale model of the facility rose high into the air in the middle of it
all. The model was taller than Kile. While Kile had been informed of the
proportions of the place, he was still awed.
He reached into his pocket with his free hand. A handkerchief was
produced and he gingerly mopped his brow. This was not sitting well with
his stomach. He was not used to the whole deal and was beginning to show
The strain.
There was suddenly a man standing before him. Kile jumped slightly
when the man addressed him.
"Minister Kile, I presume?"
Speechless, Kile merely nodded.
"I am Doctor Franje, the administrator of this facility." the Doctor
followed Kile's gaze to The large model. "I see you like our little display..
Nice, eh?"
"Its fantastic. It gigantic. I never dreamed." the Minister gasped,
his tongue finally loosened. The Doctor smiled.
"And soon it will be a reality." The Doctor shifted to face the model.
"A dream of man will be brought to its culmination."
Kile noticed that he'd stopped breathing again and quickly gulped a
lungful of air. He sputtered slightly and coughed. The Doctor turned to
him and frowned slightly.