"A. R. Yngve - Parry's Protocol" - читать интересную книгу автора (Yngve A. R)

"Not the first time that happens, sir. If we'd had any trees or flags around here,
people would be prepared for those squalls."

He pulled his hand into the booth and studied the papers.

"I'm Abram Lemercier, psychologist from Virginia," Abram said a little
awkwardly. "Here to study a patient."

The guard looked up from the clearance papers and examined Abram's face with
measured eyes, compared it with something on his table, and talked into the
intercom next to him -- still with his eyes on Abram.

Then he said, in a more formal tone: "Dr. Oregon is awaiting you, sir. You may
walk in now."

Abram frowned in mild amazement. Walk? The guard shrugged.

"Those are the rules, sir. All vehicles, including bicycles, must be left outside the
fence. If you have a lot of baggage, I could ask a warden to help you carry..."

"No, that won't be necessary," Abram said quickly. "Thank you."

He backed the car into an empty VISITOR space, put on his coat and hat, grabbed
his briefcase and stepped out, locking the car. Holding his hat with one hand on
his head, Abram walked toward the gates. The guard gave the go-ahead and the
gates rolled apart with a whirring sound.

Abram hesitated for a moment, turned in the wind and called out at the guard:
"Tell me, why haven't you got a flag here?"

The guard shouted back: "We had to take it away, because the sight of it made our
patients restless!"

Abram stared in disbelief at the guard for a second, then spun around and walked
briskly through the gates. They immediately clanged shut behind him.




(To Chapter 2)
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Chapter 2


When Lemercier was about ten meters from the entrance, it opened: a steel door,
fitted into the portal.

A short black woman in a doctor's white coat, dark blue trousers, and soft shoes
stepped outside. The door shut heavily behind her. At once she saw Abram and