"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 7 - The Indwelling" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

“You're aware of the awful news, David?” Leon said.
“I heard, yes, sir,” David said. “How is the potentate?”
“He's dead, David ...”
“Oh.”
“... but this is top secret by order of Chief Moon until further notice.”
“I understand.”
“Oh, David, what will we do?”
“We'll look to you, sir.”
“Well, thank you for those kind words at such a time, but I need something from
you.”
“Yes, sir.”
"Scramble the satellites to make it impossible for those who did this to
communicate with each other by phone. Can you do that?”
A long pause. “Scrambling the satellites” was not the exact terminology, but David
could produce Fortunato's desired result. “Yes,” he said slowly. “It's possible, of
course. You realize the ramifications ...”
Mac whispered to Abdullah. “Call Buck, call Rayford, call the safe house. Leon's
going to shut down communications. If they need to talk to each other, it has to be
now.”
“Tell me,” Leon said.
“We're all served by the same system,” David said.
“It's the reason we've never been able to shut down the Judah-ites' Internet
transmissions.”
“So if they're shut down, we're shut down?”
“Exactly.”
“Do it anyway. The landlines in New Babylon would still be operable, would they
not?”
“They would, and this would not affect television transmission, but your long
distance is all satellite dependent.”
“So those of us in New Babylon would be able to communicate only with each
other.”
“Right.”
“We'll get by. I'll let you know when to unscramble.”
Two minutes later Leon called David again. “How long does this take?” he said. “I
should not be able to reach you!”


“Three minutes,” David said.
“I'll check back in four.”
“You'll not reach me, sir.”
“I should hope not!”
But four minutes later Leon was preoccupied with the doctor. “I want an autopsy,”
he said, “but zero leaks about cause of death.” Through the reverse intercom bug,
Mac heard Leon's voice catch. “And I want this man prepared for viewing and for
burial by the finest mortuary technician in the world. Is that understood?”
“Of course, Commander. As you wish.”
“I don't want the staff butcher in the palace, so whom would you suggest?”
“One who could use the business, frankly.”
“How crass! This would be a service to the Global Community!”