"Williamson,.Michael.Z.-.Freehold" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williamson Michael Z)

Three hours later, soddenly drunk, Kendra was helped out of the
pool by Andropolous and Romar. They assembled her clothes and
half carried her to an elevator. Kendra allowed herself to be led into
a small suite. The other two put her on the bed, then took seats
across the room.
* * *

Kendra woke bleary eyed and glanced at the clock. It gave both
Freehold and Earth time, claiming it was 0430. At twenty-five, she
was barely old enough to drink and had never had a hangover
before. She decided that everything she'd heard about them was
hype and propaganda designed to entice people. Her head hurt.
So did her stomach. Things were spinning very eerily.

Jelsie looked up from the screen she was reading, came over and
handed Kendra an effervescent glass of orange stuff. "Drink this,"
she said.

"Thank you, no," Kendra replied. "I just want to lie here and regret
it."

"It wasn't a request," Jelsie insisted, hoisting her upright with one
hand. The room spun again and Kendra decided to comply. It
tasted okay and did seem to settle her stomach.

"Didn't you sleep?" Kendra asked, her brain finally starting to track.

"No. I didn't want to lock you in and leave you alone, so I stayed.
That requires me to leave my hardware outside and cuff you to the
bed or stay awake. I prefer to stay awake."

"You didn't have to do that for me," Kendra said. These people
were strange. Compassionate and warmly friendly, but utterly
unforgiving in their security.

"I know." Jelsie sat back down and asked, "Feeling better?"

"A little," Kendra agreed. Her memory was starting to fill in some
gaps. Remembering some snippets of conversation, she asked,
"Was whatsisname interrogating me last night?"

Considering for a moment, Jelsie said, "I don't think it's a security
breach to say 'yes.' "

"And what did he find out?" Kendra prodded.

"I have no idea. Obviously he doesn't think you're a spy or you
wouldn't have woken up," Jelsie explained.