"Clancy, Tom - Net Force 02 - Hidden Agendas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clancy Tom)

thing-Her comm buzzed. She grinned again and pulled the
tiny unit from her belt. She knew who it was.
Nobody else would be calling at this hour.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey, Kat," her husband said.
"How come you're still awake?" Kat asked.
"You'll never make Lard Ass's class."
"Piss on him. I miss you. All alone here
in this big, old bed. Naked under the covers. Full
of lust for my new wife."
Kat laughed.
"You all talk, goat-boy. If I came
home right now, you'd whine about how you had to get some
sleep."
"No, ma'am. You come home and I'll show you.
I have a big surprise for you."
"Not so big as all that, honey chile. I'd say
it was just an... average surprise."
"How would you know? Come on home and see. I've
been lifting weights."
She laughed.
"I am tempted--" she began.
She never finished the sentence. The compression shock
wave blasted her so hard that if the investigators
hadn't known who she was, they would never have been able
to identify her, not even using dental records.
When the various agencies finished combing the rubble--
city and state police, fire department, ATF,
FBI--THEY found in the bloody mush that had been
Kat Brant only eight of her teeth still intact,
none of which had ever been touched by a dentist's laser.
The only blessing was that she did not suffer. She
never knew what hit her.
1 Friday, December 17th, 12:05 p.m.
Quantico, Virginia
Alexander Michaels, Commander of the FBI'S
elite Net Force unit, fell on the floor,
smack onto his butt. He hit harder than he
expected; it knocked the wind out of him.
Fortunately, the cheek that took most of the impact
was the left one, and not the right where, two
months ago, a bullet had exited after he'd been
shot in the thigh. The wound was pretty much healed; it
only twinged now and then.
The woman who had just slammed him to the floor was
his chief deputy. Assistant Commander
Antonella
"Toni" Piorella--all five feet five
inches, one hundred and maybe ten pounds of her.
Before he could even try to recover his breath,