"Энди Макнаб. Удаленный контроль (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автора

"I'm going to lock the door, and you're not to answer it for anybody.
Nobody at all, OK? I'll use the key to get back in again. You sit there and
enjoy yourself and I'll just be about five minutes, OK?"
Still there was no reaction. I hung the do not disturb sign on the door
handle, made sure I had the key card, and left.
I was heading for a phone booth I'd seen in the street because I didn't
want her to hear the telephone conversation I was about to have. I didn't
know much about kids, but I knew that when I was seven nothing had gone
unnoticed in my house. On the off chance that it wasn't PIN-protected, I
took Kev's mobile from his jacket pocket. I pressed the Power button and it
demanded a PIN number. I tried two basic ones the usual factory default,
four zeros, and then 1234.
Nothing. I couldn't try anymore; with some phones you can try me wrong
PIN only three times and then it automatically cuts out and you need to go
back to the dealer to get it rectified. I turned off the power and put it
back in my pocket. I'd ask Kelly about it later.
I turned left through the parking lot and headed for the phone booths
out on the street. I spent a few moments sorting out in my mind what I
wanted to say, and then I dialed London.
In veiled speech I said, "I've just finished work and I'm in Washington
to visit an old friend. I used to work with him ten years ago. He's now
working here for the US government." I outlined the problem and said that
Kelly and I both needed help.
Veiled speech is not some magical code; all you're trying to do is
intimate what is going on, yet at the same time throw off a casual listener.
You're not going to fool any professional eavesdroppers that's what codes
and onetime pads and all the rest of it are for. But all London needed to
know was that I was in deep shit; I had Kev's child, and needed sorting out.
ASAP.
"Fine, I'll pass that message on. Have you a contact number?"
"No. I'll call back in an hour."
"OK, goodbye."
These women never ceased to amaze me. They never ever got worked up
about anything. It must be hard work being their husbands on a Saturday
night.
I put down the phone and felt a bit better as I strolled over to a gas
station. I knew the Firm would work everything out.
They might have to call in some big-time favors in the US to detach me
from this shit, but what are friends for? They'd pull out all the stops, not
so much to get me off the hook, as to make sure their operation was covered
up.
I was trying to look on the bright side, which was more than the
weather was doing. It had started to drizzle when I left the hotel, and that
had now turned to light rain. With luck the Firm would pick up both of us
tonight. Kelly would be taken care of, and I would be whisked back to the UK
for another interview without coffee and cookies.
I bought some food and drink at the gas station to keep us out of the
public eye in restaurants, and a few goodies to pass the time, then crossed
the road and went back to the hotel. At the Coke machine I went up the
stairs, turned left, and knocked on our door.