" Perry Rhodan 0108 - (100) Desert of Deaths Domain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

Division 3, which was in charge of the special agents, could appreciate that this generosity was fully
justified, considering the feats accomplished by them during their tours of duty. Any normal human being,
given the choice, would undoubtedly have given up their vacation time for the next 10 years rather than
undertake the dangerous missions of a special agent in order to obtain a sometimes quite extended
vacation.

Maj. Ron Landry knew full well he would have his hands full for the next few days, weeks or even
months when he received Col. Nike Quinto’s summons to appear in the colonel’s office.

Ron had made it his habit to get done with unpleasant business as fast as possible. Half an hour after he
had the summons he was standing in front of Nike Quinto’s door. He was still trying to steel himself to
face Quinto’s eternal bellyaching about his miserable state of health and the deplorable ineptitude of his
subalterns, when suddenly the door opened. Ron Landry saw a huge writing desk with the colonel’s
rosy, sweating face barely peeking over the top.

Ron entered and took a seat near the desk. Nike Quinto began to move with a lot of moaning and
groaning till finally part of his shoulders began to emerge from behind the tabletop.

"You are aware of my miserable state of health," he began without further ado. "So sit quiet and listen,
and above all don’t contradict me. My blood pressure is sky high; any aggravation might result in a
stroke."

The greeting was typical for Nike Quinto, complaining about his ill health in an unpleasantly high squeaky
voice. Ron Landry couldn’t be fooled, though. He knew that Quinto actually enjoyed perfect health.

"Yessir," Ron replied obediently.

"Don’t yessir me!" Quinto yelped. "I haven’t asked you any questions." But as quickly as his ire had
been aroused, he calmed down again and continued: "Tomorrow morning you’re starting out for Lepso.
We’ve received a very strange report from there."

While part of Ron’s thoughts mulled over the question where in the universe Lepso might be, he listened
at the same time to Nike Quinto’s tale of the peculiar TTT call Dick Kindsom had received on board the
Florida . Ron also learned that Lepso was identical with Fering 2 and this realization excited his
imagination. It was just that he couldn’t understand …"

"You are sure now what you have to do, Landry?" asked Quinto in his high voice.

"Yessir," Ron answered readily. "Zuglert must be found."

Nike Quinto sighed loudly and sank lower into his armchair.

"Oh, my poor heart, how can it stand all this strain," he whined. "I knew you wouldn’t understand. Why
do they insist on giving me such blonks! Don’t they have any more capable officers! Do you really think I
would send you off to Lepso just to End Zuglert? What a mess we would be in if we’d immediately
dispatch one of our special agents to any weeping and wailing sick man in the universe. You missed the
point, Landry!"

So what is the point?Ron wondered silently. Nike Quinto, however, took his time to supply the
answer. He wiped his sweaty brow and then inspected his wet hand. Finally he spoke. "Lately, it seems,