"Clancy, Tom - Net Force 02 - Hidden Agendas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clancy Tom) "Too much entcom, too many vids, too much
VR slaughter-rooming." Toni said, "And the formula?" "Just like the little bastard said," Jay said. "Right in the middle of a public net room. We pulled it as soon as we found it, but it was posted anonymously. We're trying to back walk it, but it looks like it came from a re caster somewhere." "Who would do such a thing? Why?" Toni said. "And how did they get the formula to do it?" Michaels added. Jay shrugged. He tapped at the portable and the image of the destroyed building shimmered and came up on the holoproj. It basically looked like a pile of concrete and metal rubble, beams sticking out, shards of glass glittering under the searchlights, and smoke still coming from sections of it. "Jesus," Toni said. "Yeah," Michaels said. "Only this one is in our lap and not His. We've got to find whoever is responsible for putting this formula onto the net where our sociopathic teener could find it." "According to the counter, there were more than nine hundred said. "We better hope nobody else who downloaded that formula has a grudge against somebody." Michaels shook his head. Nine hundred hits. Nine hundred chances for someone to try to concoct this stuff. Nine hundred chances for someone to succeed, and take out a building like that Worsham kid or--and this was maybe even worse--blow themselves and a whole school full of kids up in the process. What kind of scum would do some thing like this? The Worsham boy was obviously bent, missing a few key neurons in his brain, but whoever posted the formula for the explosive was really sick. They needed to find him fast. And Christmas was also fast approaching. The holidays would slow things around here to a craw), and he had to go back to Idaho to see his daughter, Susie. And his ex-wife, Megan, too. A prospect that brought forth mixed emotions in Michaels, to be sure. At eight, Susie was the brightest spot in his life, but it was a long way from Washington. D.c." to Boise, and he didn't see her nearly as much as he wanted to. |
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