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

Elizabeth standing alone in front of the door.

Airport security was admirably tight, but she ought to be in line-of-
sight contact with her subject. She knocked on the burgundy wood door.

Her quiet conversation at the desk inside the club did nothing except
to create a feeling of smugness among the staff. They weren't about to
let a lowly Economy passenger into the sacred confines even to
forestall a death threat. If Elizabeth had official credentials to back
up her claim, they might consider allowing her to remain in the
corridor. Because of the security order keeping information concerning
the mission to "need to know," Elizabeth knew she wasn't permitted to
show her MI-5 badge, so she was forced to retreat out into the Duty-
Free area, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She found a point
where she got a decent signal on her telephone yet could still see the
door, and made her third call to HQ.

"Sorry, Mayfield," Ringwall said, ruefully. "Economy measures all
round, you know. I'll try to get Accounting to alter that for you
before you board, but you know what they're like. They absolutely
choked at the thought of four thousand pounds for one agent's
transportation. Do your best. Don't let the woman out of your sight."

"She's already out of my sight, sir," Elizabeth said, desperately.
"She's inside the first-class lounge, and they won't let me in with an
economy-fare ticket."

"Dammit, do what you can," Ringwall said. "You're an Intelligence
agent. Be resourceful."

"Yes, sir," Elizabeth said, with deep resignation. "I still haven't
seen the courier yet, sir."

"He'll be there. Probably meet you at the gate. Best of British luck,
and keep us posted."

Elizabeth hung up the phone. Well, if she couldn't get in, she must
monitor all those coming and going from the club, and hope the courier
would arrive with her credentials so she could go inside before things
went bad. She took up a position across the pedway in a bookshop with a
good view of the door of the lounge. At all costs she must look like an
ordinary tourist, interested in ordinary tourist things.

The magazine racks were protected by a dense wall of fellow passengers,
all intent on the rows of glossy color covers. She located the fan
magazines, and started to look for Fionna Kenmare's name, deciding that
she would read up on her charge, and steal a march on the tardy
courier. Evidently, the woman was more famous than Elizabeth realized.
Articles about her appeared in every single one of the magazines.
Elizabeth chose five magazines with the highest ratio of words to