"Linda Evans - Time Scout 5 - License Invoked" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Linda)

boys don't make a fuss.

Elizabeth groaned. One couldn't be well-mannered all the time, not with
a schedule to keep. The push-push-push of greater London, as unlike the
surrounding country as an ambitious nephew was from a staid great-aunt,
lay behind her to the east. She appealed to it for assistance. All she
wanted to do was get where she was going without inciting road rage or
using up her carefully hoarded store of power.

Whether England relented or London succeeded, traffic began to break
up. The taxi joined the lane of cars rolling towards Terminal One.

To her dismay, no messenger was waiting for her there. She whipped out
her small cell telephone and punched in the office number, all the
while looking for a chartreuse tabard.
"This is Agent Mayfield," she said, turning her back on a young
businessman in a very expensive suit who kept giving her interested
glances, and raised his eyebrows when he overheard her identify
herself. "The courier didn't meet me at my flat, and I still don't see
him anywhere."

"Sorry, love," the receptionist said, her voice tinny on the line. "His
bike broke down, so he's on the Tube. We just heard from him. He's
stuck at Acton Park. He'll meet you in time to brief you at the ticket
desk for the American flight. Mr. Ringwall says you're to meet the
subject from flight 334 from Dublin. You'll be able to board the U.S.
flight at the same time as her party, and you'll sit beside the subject
until you arrive in New Orleans. You're not to let her out of your
sight under any circs. Read me back, love?"

"Not in a secure location," Mayfield muttered back tersely, peering
back over her shoulder at the businessman, who was leaning as close as
he could but trying to look as if he wasn't.

"I'll take it as read, dear," the receptionist's voice quacked in her
ear. "Good luck."

***

Don't let her out of your sight, the big boys said. Well, they hadn't
taken luxury travel perquisites into account. Elizabeth ran along the
endless corridors, and into the satellite gates in Terminal One just in
time to see the famous green suede-cut, surrounded by a dense shell of
fans and reporters, emerge from the jetway at gate 87, and sweep down
the narrow corridor. The rest of her group, Green Fire, emerged one by
one, and the crowd erupted into a frenzy. Elizabeth tagged helplessly
along all the way to Terminal Three, determined to stay as close as she
could. She couldn't draw nearer without actually using some of the
unarmed combat training that she had been required to learn for her
job, and she wasn't perfectly convinced some of the fans didn't know