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

From the radio on Wyatt's makeshift desk in the middle of the hangar: “Officer 423,
do you copy? Initiate code red screening effective immediately.”
“This is Wyatt. You mean those thorough checks on everybody, even small craft?”
“Where are you, 423?”
“Small-craft Hangar 3, sir.”
“Then that is what I mean, yes!”
Rayford quickly closed the door, but before he could settle into the cockpit, Wyatt
came running. “Mr. Berry, sir! I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the craft!”
Rayford initiated the starting sequence, which only caused Wyatt to rush in front of
the Gulf stream, waving, rifle dangling. He didn't appear alarmed or even
suspicious. It was clear he simply thought Rayford couldn't hear him.
He motioned for Rayford to open the door. Rayford considered simply starting up
as soon as Wyatt was clear of the front, hoping the GC was thin staffed enough and
busy enough that they would ignore him. But he couldn't risk an air pursuit or gung
ho Wyatt from Fort Collins shooting at him on the runway.
He moved to the door and opened it three inches.
“What is it, Wyatt?”
“I've been instructed, sir, to do a thorough check and search of even small craft
before departure tonight, due to what happened in Jerusalem.”
“Even me, Wyatt? A small-town guy like you? An American?”
“Got to, sir. Sorry.”
“Wyatt, you know the Gulfstream, don't you?”
“The Gulfstream, sir?”
“This aircraft.”
“No sir, I don't. I'm not an aviation man. I'm a soldier.”
Rayford peeked through the slivered opening. “If you knew this plane, Wyatt, you'd
know that if the door opens all the way, I have to start the whole ignition sequence
over.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, some kind of a safety mechanism that keeps the engines from starting until
the door is closed.”
“Well, I'm sorry, but I have to—”
“I'm sorry, too, Wyatt, because the tower guys were complaining about you, and I
was trying to keep you out of trouble, make you look good, by getting away
quickly.”
“But my commanding officer just told me—”
“Wyatt! Listen to me! You think I shot Carpathia?”
“'Course not. I—”
“I'd need you to teach me about weapons, for one thing.”
“I could sure teach you, but—”
“I'll bet you could. And I could teach you to fly—”
“I have to—”
“Wyatt, I just heard on the radio that two wide-bodies are in landing sequence right
now, with another waiting to take off. Now my perimeter flange is going to overheat
if I don't get going, and you don't want a fire in here. Tell your boss I was already
on my way out when you got the order, then we're both covered. You look quick,
you avoid a fire, and you're still following orders.”
Rayford kept a careful eye on Wyatt's hands and flinched when the young man
moved his right. If he leveled that rifle at him, Rayford would have to comply.
But Wyatt saluted and pointed at Rayford. “Good thinkin', sir. Carry on.”