"James P. Hogan - Giants 3 - Giant's Star" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hogan James P)

"The one in Africa that you visited a few weeks ago?"
"Uh huh."
"So how are they doing?"
"He looks~fine. Jenny's got herself fixed up at the new nuplex I told you about, and
brother George is in trouble again."
"Uh-oh. What flow?"
"Doing his pub lawyer act by the sound of it. Somebody didn't agree that the government
ought to guarantee paychecks to anybody on strike."
"What is he-some kind of nut?"
"Runs in the family."
"You said it, not me."
Hunt grinned. "So never say you weren't warned."
"I'll remember that...Food's ready."
Hunt flipped off the terminal and walked into the kitchen. Lyn, perched on a stool at the
breakfast bar that divided the room in two, had already started eating. Hunt sat down opposite
her, drank some coffee, then picked up his fork. "Why the rush?" he asked. "It's still early.
We're not pushed for time."
"I'm not coming straight in. I ought to go home first and change."
"You look okay to me-in fact, not a bad piece of womanry at all."
"Flattery will get you anywhere you like. No...Gregg's got some special visitors coming
down from Washington today. I don't want to look 'groped' and spoil the Navcomms image." She
smiled and mimicked an English accent. "One must maintain standards, you know."
Hunt snorted derisively. "It needs more practice. Who are the visitors?"
"All I know is they're from the State Department. Some hush-hush stuff that Gregg's been
mixed up with lately...lots of calls coming in on secure channels, and couriers showing up with
for-your-eyes-only things in sealed bags. Don't ask me what it's about."
"He hasn't let you in on it?" Hunt sounded surprised.
She shook her head and shrugged. "Maybe it's because I associate with crazy, unreliable
foreigners."
"But you're his personal assistant," Hunt said. "I thought you knew about everything that
happens around Navcomms."
Lyn shrugged again. "Not this time...at least, not so far. I've got a feeling I might find
out today, though. Gregg's been dropping hints."
"Mmm...odd..." Hunt returned his attention to his plate and thought about the situation.
Gregg Caldwell, Executive Director of the Navigation and Communications Division of the UN Space
Arm, was Hunt's immediate chief. Through a combination of circumstances, under Caldwell's
direction Navcomms had played a leading role in piecing together the story of Minerva and the
Ganymeans, and Hunt had been intimately involved in the saga both before and during the Ganymeans'
stay on Earth. Since their departure, Hunt's main task at Navcomms had been to head up a group
that was coordinating the researches being conducted in various places into the volume of
scientific information bequeathed by the aliens to Earth. Although not all the findings and
speculations had been made public, the working atmosphere inside Navcomms was generally pretty
frank and open, so security precautions taken to the extreme that Lyn had described were virtually
unheard of. Something odd was going on, all right.
He leaned against the backrest of the bar chair to light a cigarette, and watched Lyn as
she poured two more coffees. There was something about the way her gray-green eyes never quite


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