"000039-parryspr" - читать интересную книгу автора (Yngve A R - Parry's Protocol)_______________________ A.R.Yngve PARRY'S PROTOCOL _______________________ Chapter 39 OCTOBER 12 Abram and Annie were sleeping, locked in embrace, in the wide motel bed. Their clothes were scattered across the floor. A sudden loud beeping from his jacket made Abram raise his head from the pillow, his hair spreading in all directions. Squinting hard, he crawled out from between Annies limbs, and found his glasses on the bedside table. He put them on, reached down from the edge of the bed, and groped clumsily for the jacket. Annie mumbled sleepily, peering with screwed-up eyes at the window: the light of dawn was just entering through the blinds. Ignoring her, Abram dug up the phone and held it to his ear, still halfway out of bed. "Hello?" he said hoarsely. The computer chimed: "Incoming call from Langley. Use de-scrambling code number four, four, three, four." Abram punched in the right buttons. A slow, toneless voice came on. "Hi, Abram. Am I calling too early?" "'Jorge'? No. Did you do the cross-check?" "Yeah! The list ended up pretty short, once I had deleted all the names of people who were already dead. Got a pen?" "Hold on for a moment." Abram darted up from bed and sat down, naked, in the chair by the desk. Holding the phone by the ear, he found pen and paper. Frenetically, he wrote down a handful of lines, humming into the receiver. Annie sat up in bed, watching Abram as he wrote. He was soon finished, and thanked the man called "Jorge" in an excited tone. "I promise I'll repay you for this favor!" Abram put down the phone and stood up. "Who was it?" Annie asked in a clear voice. "A colleague," he said as he gathered clothes from the suitcase by the short end of the bed, and quickly started dressing himself. "Don't tell me," she sighed, scratching her ruffled head, "You gotta rush to work." "I'm sorry, Annie. But it's really important." With his pants drawn up to his knees he hopped over to her, leaned over, and kissed her on the mouth -- for a second. And so Annie watched Abram dress. He finished, went over to his tossed-away shoes, and stepped into them. "You forgot your socks," she noted dryly. "And besides, you're a bit early." Abram glanced at his wristwatch: "Damn! I hope the guard'll let me in even if it's only seven o'clock." He halted, turning to look at her with nervous eyes. "Did I get your number?" She smiled then, her features softening. "I'll write it down for you." She went up from bed, naked, and walked to the desk while Abram got into his jacket and coat; his eyes followed the swaying of her wide hips. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. She gave him a little mischievous smile with her thin lips, rubbing her small nose against his; but his expression went from bliss to muteness in two seconds. He folded his arms around her naked back, and she clung to his neck. "Believe me," he said softly, "I wish to see you again." They kissed each other deeply, Abram caressing Annie. Then he pulled himself away from her embrace, snatched the laptop and the dictation device, and hurried outside. The draft from the door made Annie shudder. _______________________ A.R.Yngve PARRY'S PROTOCOL _______________________ Chapter 39 OCTOBER 12 Abram and Annie were sleeping, locked in embrace, in the wide motel bed. Their clothes were scattered across the floor. A sudden loud beeping from his jacket made Abram raise his head from the pillow, his hair spreading in all directions. Squinting hard, he crawled out from between Annies limbs, and found his glasses on the bedside table. He put them on, reached down from the edge of the bed, and groped clumsily for the jacket. Annie mumbled sleepily, peering with screwed-up eyes at the window: the light of dawn was just entering through the blinds. Ignoring her, Abram dug up the phone and held it to his ear, still halfway out of bed. "Hello?" he said hoarsely. The computer chimed: "Incoming call from Langley. Use de-scrambling code number four, four, three, four." Abram punched in the right buttons. A slow, toneless voice came on. "Hi, Abram. Am I calling too early?" "'Jorge'? No. Did you do the cross-check?" "Yeah! The list ended up pretty short, once I had deleted all the names of people who were already dead. Got a pen?" "Hold on for a moment." Abram darted up from bed and sat down, naked, in the chair by the desk. Holding the phone by the ear, he found pen and paper. Frenetically, he wrote down a handful of lines, humming into the receiver. Annie sat up in bed, watching Abram as he wrote. He was soon finished, and thanked the man called "Jorge" in an excited tone. "I promise I'll repay you for this favor!" Abram put down the phone and stood up. "Who was it?" Annie asked in a clear voice. "A colleague," he said as he gathered clothes from the suitcase by the short end of the bed, and quickly started dressing himself. "Don't tell me," she sighed, scratching her ruffled head, "You gotta rush to work." "I'm sorry, Annie. But it's really important." With his pants drawn up to his knees he hopped over to her, leaned over, and kissed her on the mouth -- for a second. And so Annie watched Abram dress. He finished, went over to his tossed-away shoes, and stepped into them. "You forgot your socks," she noted dryly. "And besides, you're a bit early." Abram glanced at his wristwatch: "Damn! I hope the guard'll let me in even if it's only seven o'clock." He halted, turning to look at her with nervous eyes. "Did I get your number?" She smiled then, her features softening. "I'll write it down for you." She went up from bed, naked, and walked to the desk while Abram got into his jacket and coat; his eyes followed the swaying of her wide hips. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. She gave him a little mischievous smile with her thin lips, rubbing her small nose against his; but his expression went from bliss to muteness in two seconds. He folded his arms around her naked back, and she clung to his neck. "Believe me," he said softly, "I wish to see you again." They kissed each other deeply, Abram caressing Annie. Then he pulled himself away from her embrace, snatched the laptop and the dictation device, and hurried outside. The draft from the door made Annie shudder. |
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