"MacLean, Alistar - Seawitch" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maclean Alistair)

"Is it now?" Larsen seemed quite unmoved. "I don't know if I like the sound of that."

"We could do without them." Lord Worth was back on balance again. He flipped out a notebook and consulted it. "I think I'll have a talk with Washington." His hand was just reaching out for the phone when it rang. He lifted the instrument, at the same time turning the switch that cut the incoming call into the bulkhead speaker.

"Worth."

A vaguely disembodied voice came through the speaker. "You know who I am?" Disembodied or not, the voice was known to Worth. Corral.

"Yes."

I've checked my contact, sir. "I'm afraid our guesses were only too accurate. Both X and Y are willing to commit themselves to naval support."

"I know. One of them has just moved out and appears to be heading in our general direction."

"Which one?"

"The one to the south. Any talk of air commitment?"

"None that I've heard, sir. But I don't have to tell you that that doesn't rule out its use."

"Let me know if there is any more good news."

"Naturally. Goodbye, sir."

Lord Worth replaced the instrument, then lifted it again.

"I want a number in Washington."

"Can you hold a moment, sir?"

"Why?"

"There's another code message coming through. Looks like the same code as the last one, sir."

"I shouldn't be surprised." Lord Worth's tone was somber. "Bring it across as soon as possible."

He replaced the phone, pressed a button on the small console before him, lifting the phone again as he did.

"Chambers?" Chambers was his senior pilot

"Sir?"

"Your chopper refueled?"

"Ready to go when you are, sir."

"May be any second now. Stand by your phone." He replaced the receiver.

Larsen said: "Washington beckons, sir?"