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

paced down the steps toward him. They met at the foot of the steps. He stretched
out his hand, and the woman shook it formally. Lemercier, who was of medium
height, would have stood one head higher than her, unless she had been standing
on the first step. She had a small, round face, and her hair was drawn back into a
neck bun. Her age appeared to be about thirty-five.

"Dr. Lemercier?" The woman gave him a cool smile. "I'm Dr. Joyce Oregon,
medical superintendent and director of the Westmoreham Institute. Did you enjoy
your travel?"

Lemercier smiled, clasping her hand an instant longer than usual, then released it.
"Just fine, thank you. Are these sudden fogs common around here?"

Joyce looked briefly confused, then brightened up and gave out a laugh.

"Oh, that!" she said. "No, they don't come very often. It's the proximity to the
Rockies that's causing them, I've been told. Come in, and I'll see that you get a
pass-card."

They walked up the steps to the steel door. Dr. Oregon stuck a plastic card into a
slot next to the door, and several bolts clicked as it opened. They came into a
clearly lit hall, with yet another steel door a few feet away. Oregon looked up at
what appeared to be a tiny surveillance camera, and spoke toward its microphone
tube.
"It's all clear, Mark... check with the entrance guard for confirmation."

The inner steel door clicked open, and Abram and Joyce continued into the main
building.

"This guard, Mark," Abram said searchingly, "is he a suspicious fellow?"

Joyce answered calmly, without turning his way: "No, I urged him to make a
security check."

Joyce briskly marched on, Abram following with a tinge of worry in his eyes.
They entered a wide, tall old whitewashed corridor, and arrived at a small glass
booth at one side of the corridor's end. Joyce made a slight wave of her hand at the
guard, who was sitting in there studying a number of flat-screen monitors hanging
on the wall. The guard caught her eyes, spun around on his old swivel-chair of
pale wood, and pushed open a window.

"Mark," Joyce said, "this is Dr. Abram Lemercier, a psychologist come from
Virginia to carry out a special study of Parry."

The guard nodded and smiled briefly at Abram. Joyce looked at Abram with a
serious face.

"Dr. Lemercier, this is Mark Fosse, he's working the day shift at the doors all
week, in normal cases. Should you happen to see someone else in his place at
daytime... well, I'll bring you a copy of the guard list. Mark, would you please