"FWLS32" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

boys on ours, we tumble, someone gets revenge and that's the
end."

"It doesn't HAVE to be that way. Selling the Port's absurd,
everybody knows that. Let's just see how the vote turns out,
okay?"

"I already know," Max said, putting out the cigar. "Doc
riles up the locals. Heck, he's already started. Tells 'em that
odds are the Port'll go under soon. Why not leap at a check and
run instead of leaving without a dime?"

"What's a dime?"

"Old saying. Point is that if we don't cap this off, it'll
burst and both of us'll be out of a job. You don't wanna lose
your Saloon, do you?"

"NO! No. But still..."

"These're A-Zoners. You're one too, even if you have some
sort of duty code. They follow the breadline. If the breadline
leads somewhere else, well, you know the rest."

I paused. Not really for effect, just for time to think.

"What do I need to do?" I replied, in a sort of small voice.

"You've got connections, 'cording to those blasted wall
holos. I need a data cutter to poke around Doc's systems and
plant some things we'll prep."

"I can call him tonight," I said, looking away.

"Primo. Gimmie a buzz when you've got him online, my
boys'll wire him the stuff to plant. Should take 'em a quickie
time, just enough 'till the vote. There is one other thing."

"What?"

"Well, nobody'll believe it comin' from me. Claim it's
doctored, you know. But you, you've got a rep. They respect
you. All you gotta to is play along, pretend that you were
poking around some night and bumped into a disk we'll give you.
It's all downhill from there."

I nodded, trying to keep my neck from doing so.

"Great. That's all I need, sister. Drop a line when you
get your buddy on the link, okay? Oh, and green suits you," he