"Chalker, Jack L - G.O.D. Inc 3 - The Maze in the Mirror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)

"Yeah, but that can't be what had these guys on the hook. If it's cheap and easy
to produce then they got a way out."
"Perhaps. If they know there's a way out, or alternate and more benign sources
of supply. At least I hope that's the case. It means we might be able to get
these people away from these criminals and turn them into our allies. But-"
At that moment a young security officer wearing a thick parka and snow boots
entered the room. "Pardon, Excellency, but the Ginzu Master is here. He does not
appear in a very pleasant mood."
"Well, neither am I!" Prang snapped. "Show him in!"
The man who entered was small, almost tiny, and very frail-looking, with an
almost cartoon sinister Oriental face complete with snow-white Fu Manchu
moustache. His head was shaved, and he wore a simple black tunic with a gold
sash at the waist and sandals. It was little wonder he was less than pleased.
This guy was dressed for summer in a tea garden. Still, he didn't look cold, or
frostbitten, or anything else but just plain mad.
"What is the meaning of this?" the Ginzu master demanded to know in a low, gruff
voice.
"I'm going to play you a recording," Prang told him, unimpressed with his anger.
"At the end of it you may remain indignant only at your peril. Then we will
discuss a young lady currently paralyzed in bed upstairs-and far deeper matters
as well."
The little man was indeed angry, but he listened, and what he heard he liked
even less. Finally he said, "Enough!"
"You recognize the voices?"
"The quality is too poor for that. The only one close enough to get a real
identity on is the one speaking bad English, and he could be a dozen people at
least. I assume you will supply me with voice prints when you make them. I will
then be able to tell you for certain."
"I do not merely want to know who they are," Prang told him firmly. "And I do
not want them flayed in classic Ginzu fashion. Not yet. When we are through with
them, then you can do what you wish, but first we must know who that other voice
belongs to and how they were recruited for this treasonous work."
"I will give you all that when I find them," the Master responded. "They can and
will will themselves to death before your machines and probes can even be turned
on, but they can not do so with me. You see, I can control which Hell they go to
when they die, and they know this. To die under your questioning would be a
release. To die in my presence would avail them nothing."
It was said so matter of factly that Sam was certain that at least the Master
believed it-and if he believed it, then the warriors would believe it, too. If
the Master wasn't in on it, if he wasn't putting them on, he'd find the answers.
"Very well," Prang sighed. "All that you require will be provided and I will
postpone a vote until we have information. But we can tolerate nothing less than
the full truth in this. Otherwise we must assume that there are no loyal friends
of the Company left in your domain."
It was a simple, understated, and rather elegant threat, Sam thought.
"Now-Brandy?"
"Oh, yes. You heard what was done. Can you bring her out of it?"
"Depends," the Master responded curtly. "Let me take a look at her." And, with
that, he proceeded up the stairs and turned correctly towards the master
bedroom.