"Mack Reynolds - Day After Tomorrow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)

"I fail to see what all this has got to do with my going to Greater
Washington."

The minister poured himself still another vodka and bolted it back as he
had the others.

He squinted at his field man and said, "There seems to be some sort of
underground among the Americans who seek to change this, Ilya. We do
not want it changed. Your task is to find out more about the group and to
come up with some plan to frustrate them."

"You mean that I, a Party member from youth, am to attempt to
undermine a revolutionary organization?"

"That is correct, Ilya."

"I'll have that drink," Ilya Simonov said grimly.




III


Larry Woolford's office wasn't much bigger than a cubicle. He sat down
at the desk and banged a drawer or two open and closed. He liked to work,
liked the department, but theoretically he still had several days of vacation
and hated to get back into routine.

He flicked on the phone finally and asked for an outline. He punched
three different numbers before getting his subject. The phone screen
remained blank, although Larry knew the other could see him.

"Hans?" he said. "Lawrence Woolford here."

The Teutonic accent was heavy, the voice bluff. "Ah, Larry! You need
some assistance to make your vacation? Perhaps a sinister, exotic young
lady, complete with a long cigarette holder and a knowledge of some of the
most fantastic positions recently discovered in China?"

Larry Woolford growled, "How'd you know I was on vacation?"

The other laughed. "You know better than to ask that, my friend. I am
in the business of knowing things."

Larry said, "The vacation is over, Hans. I need some information."

The voice was more guarded now. "I owe you a favor or two."