"Steve Perry - Matador 6 - The Albino Knife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

The viral/molecular electronic brain thought its security thoughts, scanned her for the proper EEC pattern
and the truth of her reply,then opened the sliding panel door.

Juete stepped inside and the door slid soundlessly shut on its cushion of magnetic flux behind her.

"Don't make any sudden moves,"came a deep male voice.

She was startled but she tried not to show it. The Exotic woman turned slowly.Two men. One stood in
the doorway of her fresher, the other sat on the leather and spidersilk form-chair, enjoying the massage
machinery built into the unit.

The one standing was tall, but not overly so, average-looking, medium skin color, pale brown
buzzed-and-dubbed hair, the kind of face you'd forget a minute after you saw it, a zero.

The one in the chair was darker, almost swarthy, black hair spun into a conservative halo cut, harder
features, with a long nose, big chin, and large muscles, to judge from the thickness of his neck and
forearms where they protruded from his three-quarter sleeve, loose-weave tunic. Genuine cotton, if she
was any judge of these things, stained with organic dyes in bright blue and green.A man of taste and
money—or one who could fake it.

Muscles produced a small blue plastic airpistol from under his tunic, held it up so Juete could see it,
raised his thick eyebrows for emphasis,then tucked the gun back out of sight. A threat, but more subtle
than many she'd received. I have a gun, he said. See? No need to point it at you, is there?

How was it possible they had gotten in here? What did they want? What were they going to do to her?

The man in the chair interrupted her thoughts, as if he could read them, answering broadly the first of her
unspoken questions. "The galaxy is full of miracles, isn't it?"

She blinked but did not speak.

"Shall we go?"

"Go? Go where?"

Hesmiled, a lazy, genuinely happy expression. "I could hardly say that in front of the room's recorder,
now could I?"

"If you know that, you know I'll be missed."

"To be sure.Eventually."It didn't seem to worry him. He stood, moving smoothly, effortlessly, and
nodded toward the door.
 Juete sighed. These two were expert and dangerous and if they wanted to kill her, likely she would
already be dead. To resist would be foolish. She had not lived as long as she had by being foolish.

Juete turned and walked to the door.

Prologue Three