"Clancy, Tom - Op-Center 03 - Games of State" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clancy Tom)

the U.s. government because trade
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diplomats liked flying in style. He predicted
that the day twenty-four-hour flights earned
officials a first-class seat, Australia would
become the next trade or political
battleground.
But cramped as Hood had been, at least he
felt rested.
Bob Herbert was right. The secret to sleeping on
airplanes had nothing to do with whether one reclined.
He hadn't, yet he'd slept
wonderfully. The key was silence, and the earplugs had
worked perfectly..
Hood frowned as he sat up straight.
We've come to Gertnany at the invitation of
Deputy Foreign Minister Hausen to look at
tnillions of dollars of hi-tech equipment, and
fifty cents" worth of Brooklyn-made
silicone makes me a happy man.
There had to be a moral in that.
Hood removed the plugs. As he poked them
into their plastic container, he tried to capture at
least the contentment he'd felt in his dream. But even
that was gone. Hood raised the window shade and
squinted into the hazy sunlight.
Dreams, youth, and passion,
he thought. The most desirable things always fade. Could
be, that was why they were so desirable. In any case,
he told himself, what the hell did he have to moan
about? His wife and kids were happy and healthy and he
loved them and his work. That was More than many people had.
Annoyed with himself, he leaned toward Matt
Stoll. OpxCenter's portly Operations
Support Officer was sitting in the aisle seat
to Hood's right. He was just removing his headphones.
""Good morning," Hood said.
"Good morning," Stoll said as he stuffed the
headphones in the seat back. He looked at his
watch, then turned his big, Kewpie-doll face
toward Hood. "We're twenty-five minutes
early," he said in his precise,
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