"000055-parryspr" - читать интересную книгу автора (Yngve A R - Parry's Protocol)_______________________ A.R.Yngve PARRY'S PROTOCOL _______________________ Chapter 55 Police sirens were approaching. With a firm grip of Joyce's arm, Parry rushed to the exit alongside Abram. Abram slowed down next to a food cart, grabbing a coffee thermos and a few food packs. The three hurried out on the parking space, to the helicopter which stood apart from the few cars there. Joyce climbed into the cockpit, shouting desperately: "It's hopeless, I say! There is nowhere you can escape, and the fuel won't last to Canada!" She strapped herself to the pilot seat, Parry holding on to it behind her. "Do as I said anyway. If we stay here too long, we're dead," he replied hoarsely. Parry supported himself against the wall as the engines started, then moved down to the cargo cabin. Abram sat on a fold-out metal bench, hungrily eating of the stolen sandwiches. He looked up on Parry and offered him a food pack, but Parry declined: "Gimme the one you've started on instead. And for God's sake turn that thing off!" The mobile phone in Abram's clothes was still beeping incessantly, as in the radio station. Abram gave Parry his sandwich, pulled down the zipper of his flak jacket and coveralls, and got out his phone. He held one hand over his other ear -- the noise from the rotorblades was high -- cranked the phone volume up to the max, and pressed the receiving button. Parry sat down next to him. "Hello?" Abram shouted. "INCOMING CALL FROM CLASSIFIED SOURCE. USE DE-SCRAMBLING CODE THREE, SEVEN, ONE, ONE." The loud computer-voice crackled in the earpiece; Abram winced, but obeyed. An amplified, but human male voice came on: "MR. LEMERCIER, THIS IS NEVILLE ANDERSON OF THE NSA. YOUR SUPERIORS IN THE CIA HAVE ASKED ME TO TRY TALKING SENSE INTO YOU." Abram wavered on his seat, as the chopper suddenly made a lurching lift-off. He turned red with anger: "Are you trying to lecture me about being SENSIBLE?!" "COME NOW, ABRAM. YOU DO REALIZE THAT WHAT HAPPENED, WAS FOR THE SAFETY OF OUR NATION'S CHILDREN?" "What else have you been doing to preserve national security?! Creating a decoy organization called the CIA, perhaps?!" "LISTEN, ABRAM. IF YOU JUST REVEAL WHO GAVE YOU THE INFORMATION, WE LET YOU GO FREE. THAT'S ALL WE'RE ASKING FOR." "If only you knew... ha ha ha!" "WHO? IS IT ONE OF US?" "First I want a few answers in return!" "SPEAK." "What kind of muscle does your group have?!" "I THINK YOU JUST SURVIVED A FRACTION OF IT. QUITE IMPRESSIVE, ACTUALLY. BUT WE'VE GOT YOU PINNED LIKE A FLY ON THE WALL." "Can you control parts of the national defense too?" "ONLY THE PARTS THAT REALLY MATTER." "How did you manage to make such long careers?" "BY STICKING TOGETHER AND ELIMINATING THE COMPETITION. THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS." "But what'll you do when you grow too old?" "WE'VE ALREADY BOUGHT DECADES TO OUR LIFE SPANS. SENILITY, HEART DISEASE, IMMUNE DEFIENCIES, IMPOTENCE... THERE'S A CURE FOR EVERYTHING NOWADAYS, IF YOU CAN PAY. DID YOU KNOW SOME DOCTORS USE ABORTION WASTE AND STOLEN GLANDS FROM THE THIRD WORLD, AS RAW MATERIALS FOR SOME TREATMENTS? AMAZING." "So you're not giving up what you've started?" "WE REMAIN LOYAL TO OUR NATION'S BEST INTERESTS... UNLIKE TRAITORS SUCH AS YOU. DO YOU REALIZE THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE?" Abram covered the phone receiver and said into Parry's ear: "You were right. There may be a Mecca Doctrine or a secret organization, in some form or another! I'll try to bluff them that I know." "THAT DOESN'T MATTER NOW, THE POINT IS THAT THESE PLANS SHOULDN'T NORMALLY LEAK FROM OUR NETWORK. AND DON'T BELIEVE WE CAN INFLUENCE EVERYTHING THE GOVERNMENT OR THE PENTAGON DOES. PRESIDENT NIXON, FOR INSTANCE, CAUSED US MANY PROBLEMS." "Does the current President know about the existence of your network?" "YOU'RE FISHING TOO DEEP, ABRAM. YOU DON'T REALLY WANT TO KNOW THAT." "Goodbye then!" "WAIT! WE PLEDGED LOYALTY TO PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT... AND NO ONE AFTER HIM. WE HAVE, WITH MORE OR LESS SUCCESS, TRIED TO ADMINISTER HIS TESTAMENT." "What testament?!" "THE NUCLEAR BOMB, AND THE STRUGGLE AGAINST AMERICA'S ENEMIES. EVEN A TRAITOR LIKE YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THAT." "Roosevelt's dead! Communism is dead! You already have won the struggle, can't you see? If the Russians get to know this..." "YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG. IT'S THE RUSSIANS WHO KNOW OF OUR EXISTENCE, NOT THE PRESIDENT -- NOR ANY PRESIDENT AFTER ROOSEVELT." "What?!" "AMERICA'S ENEMIES WERE AND ARE EVIL. THEY ONLY UNDERSTAND THE ULTIMATE THREAT. WE CALL OUR STRATEGY 'REXICIDE'. IF AMERICA IS REALLY THREATENED, WE KILL THE PRESIDENT AND PUT THE BLAME ON THE ENEMY. WITH SUCH A POSSIBILITY, NO ENEMY ON EARTH GOES SAFE FOR NUCLEAR RETALIATION. ONLY OUR MOST POWERFUL ENEMIES KNOW ABOUT IT, AND THEY KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF THEY TRY TO EXPOSE US." "I don't believe y--!" Abram's voice faltered. Parry handed him the thermos; he took a gulp of the hot beverage, grimaced and turned red, dropping the hot thermos on the floor at his feet. "HELLO! ARE YOU STILL THERE?" Abram's eyes started to water as he spoke: "Yes, I'm here! Prove to me that you're telling the truth!" The enhanced voice made a pause for about five seconds, then returned: "THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT NOW. BUT I CAN SAY THIS MUCH: AFTER THE BAY OF PIGS FIASCO WHICH WE DIDN'T SUPPORT, AND THE CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS, WE HAD TO SHOW THE RUSSIANS WE WEREN'T BLUFFING. THEY STARTED TO BELIEVE WE WERE GETTING WEAK. AFTER OUR DEMONSTRATION OF POWER IN 1963, THEY NEVER DARED TO CHALLENGE US AGAIN." Abram's eyes didn't water anymore -- he was weeping. "You're lying, you bastard! Not him -- you couldn't have killed him!" "QUICKLY NOW, BEFORE I HAVE TO CUT YOU OFF. WHO IS YOUR SOURCE? IS IT WADE?" The voice was very upset now. Abram grinned joylessly, and exchanged an -- insane? -- glance with Parry. He nodded silently. Abram said loudly: "There's an inner circle, Anderson! I didn't get to know their names, but I know they're gonna try a coup, very soon! Perhaps in connection with this affair they paid me to create with my report! There's two or three of you, against the others! Will you let me go now?" The voice in the phone was dead silent for a long moment, then snapped: "DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, LEMERCIER. GOODBYE." Disconnection. Parry, who had been eavesdropping, backed away. Abram dropped the phone on the bench, burying his head in his hands. His body made a slight shudder of exhaustion as he sighed deeply, and exhaled. Parry moved over to the right side-door window; from that point he could see the curving fields stretch out to the south. Dark plow-furroughs and yellow grass formed a patchwork, interspersed with orange rows of trees. Beyond that, hills and forests. He stood there watching for a minute, then moved towards the cockpit. "Let's check out the skies," he said, and there was worry in his face. _______________________ A.R.Yngve PARRY'S PROTOCOL _______________________ Chapter 55 Police sirens were approaching. With a firm grip of Joyce's arm, Parry rushed to the exit alongside Abram. Abram slowed down next to a food cart, grabbing a coffee thermos and a few food packs. The three hurried out on the parking space, to the helicopter which stood apart from the few cars there. Joyce climbed into the cockpit, shouting desperately: "It's hopeless, I say! There is nowhere you can escape, and the fuel won't last to Canada!" She strapped herself to the pilot seat, Parry holding on to it behind her. "Do as I said anyway. If we stay here too long, we're dead," he replied hoarsely. Parry supported himself against the wall as the engines started, then moved down to the cargo cabin. Abram sat on a fold-out metal bench, hungrily eating of the stolen sandwiches. He looked up on Parry and offered him a food pack, but Parry declined: "Gimme the one you've started on instead. And for God's sake turn that thing off!" The mobile phone in Abram's clothes was still beeping incessantly, as in the radio station. Abram gave Parry his sandwich, pulled down the zipper of his flak jacket and coveralls, and got out his phone. He held one hand over his other ear -- the noise from the rotorblades was high -- cranked the phone volume up to the max, and pressed the receiving button. Parry sat down next to him. "Hello?" Abram shouted. "INCOMING CALL FROM CLASSIFIED SOURCE. USE DE-SCRAMBLING CODE THREE, SEVEN, ONE, ONE." The loud computer-voice crackled in the earpiece; Abram winced, but obeyed. An amplified, but human male voice came on: "MR. LEMERCIER, THIS IS NEVILLE ANDERSON OF THE NSA. YOUR SUPERIORS IN THE CIA HAVE ASKED ME TO TRY TALKING SENSE INTO YOU." Abram wavered on his seat, as the chopper suddenly made a lurching lift-off. He turned red with anger: "Are you trying to lecture me about being SENSIBLE?!" "COME NOW, ABRAM. YOU DO REALIZE THAT WHAT HAPPENED, WAS FOR THE SAFETY OF OUR NATION'S CHILDREN?" "What else have you been doing to preserve national security?! Creating a decoy organization called the CIA, perhaps?!" "LISTEN, ABRAM. IF YOU JUST REVEAL WHO GAVE YOU THE INFORMATION, WE LET YOU GO FREE. THAT'S ALL WE'RE ASKING FOR." "If only you knew... ha ha ha!" "WHO? IS IT ONE OF US?" "First I want a few answers in return!" "SPEAK." "What kind of muscle does your group have?!" "I THINK YOU JUST SURVIVED A FRACTION OF IT. QUITE IMPRESSIVE, ACTUALLY. BUT WE'VE GOT YOU PINNED LIKE A FLY ON THE WALL." "Can you control parts of the national defense too?" "ONLY THE PARTS THAT REALLY MATTER." "How did you manage to make such long careers?" "BY STICKING TOGETHER AND ELIMINATING THE COMPETITION. THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS." "But what'll you do when you grow too old?" "WE'VE ALREADY BOUGHT DECADES TO OUR LIFE SPANS. SENILITY, HEART DISEASE, IMMUNE DEFIENCIES, IMPOTENCE... THERE'S A CURE FOR EVERYTHING NOWADAYS, IF YOU CAN PAY. DID YOU KNOW SOME DOCTORS USE ABORTION WASTE AND STOLEN GLANDS FROM THE THIRD WORLD, AS RAW MATERIALS FOR SOME TREATMENTS? AMAZING." "So you're not giving up what you've started?" "WE REMAIN LOYAL TO OUR NATION'S BEST INTERESTS... UNLIKE TRAITORS SUCH AS YOU. DO YOU REALIZE THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE?" Abram covered the phone receiver and said into Parry's ear: "You were right. There may be a Mecca Doctrine or a secret organization, in some form or another! I'll try to bluff them that I know." He spoke into the receiver again: "Whose idea was this 'Nuke Mecca' plan?" "THAT DOESN'T MATTER NOW, THE POINT IS THAT THESE PLANS SHOULDN'T NORMALLY LEAK FROM OUR NETWORK. AND DON'T BELIEVE WE CAN INFLUENCE EVERYTHING THE GOVERNMENT OR THE PENTAGON DOES. PRESIDENT NIXON, FOR INSTANCE, CAUSED US MANY PROBLEMS." "Does the current President know about the existence of your network?" "YOU'RE FISHING TOO DEEP, ABRAM. YOU DON'T REALLY WANT TO KNOW THAT." "Goodbye then!" "WAIT! WE PLEDGED LOYALTY TO PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT... AND NO ONE AFTER HIM. WE HAVE, WITH MORE OR LESS SUCCESS, TRIED TO ADMINISTER HIS TESTAMENT." "What testament?!" "THE NUCLEAR BOMB, AND THE STRUGGLE AGAINST AMERICA'S ENEMIES. EVEN A TRAITOR LIKE YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THAT." "Roosevelt's dead! Communism is dead! You already have won the struggle, can't you see? If the Russians get to know this..." "YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG. IT'S THE RUSSIANS WHO KNOW OF OUR EXISTENCE, NOT THE PRESIDENT -- NOR ANY PRESIDENT AFTER ROOSEVELT." "What?!" "AMERICA'S ENEMIES WERE AND ARE EVIL. THEY ONLY UNDERSTAND THE ULTIMATE THREAT. WE CALL OUR STRATEGY 'REXICIDE'. IF AMERICA IS REALLY THREATENED, WE KILL THE PRESIDENT AND PUT THE BLAME ON THE ENEMY. WITH SUCH A POSSIBILITY, NO ENEMY ON EARTH GOES SAFE FOR NUCLEAR RETALIATION. ONLY OUR MOST POWERFUL ENEMIES KNOW ABOUT IT, AND THEY KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF THEY TRY TO EXPOSE US." "I don't believe y--!" Abram's voice faltered. Parry handed him the thermos; he took a gulp of the hot beverage, grimaced and turned red, dropping the hot thermos on the floor at his feet. "HELLO! ARE YOU STILL THERE?" Abram's eyes started to water as he spoke: "Yes, I'm here! Prove to me that you're telling the truth!" The enhanced voice made a pause for about five seconds, then returned: "THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT NOW. BUT I CAN SAY THIS MUCH: AFTER THE BAY OF PIGS FIASCO WHICH WE DIDN'T SUPPORT, AND THE CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS, WE HAD TO SHOW THE RUSSIANS WE WEREN'T BLUFFING. THEY STARTED TO BELIEVE WE WERE GETTING WEAK. AFTER OUR DEMONSTRATION OF POWER IN 1963, THEY NEVER DARED TO CHALLENGE US AGAIN." Abram's eyes didn't water anymore -- he was weeping. "You're lying, you bastard! Not him -- you couldn't have killed him!" "QUICKLY NOW, BEFORE I HAVE TO CUT YOU OFF. WHO IS YOUR SOURCE? IS IT WADE?" The voice was very upset now. Abram grinned joylessly, and exchanged an -- insane? -- glance with Parry. He nodded silently. Abram said loudly: "There's an inner circle, Anderson! I didn't get to know their names, but I know they're gonna try a coup, very soon! Perhaps in connection with this affair they paid me to create with my report! There's two or three of you, against the others! Will you let me go now?" The voice in the phone was dead silent for a long moment, then snapped: "DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, LEMERCIER. GOODBYE." Disconnection. Parry, who had been eavesdropping, backed away. Abram dropped the phone on the bench, burying his head in his hands. His body made a slight shudder of exhaustion as he sighed deeply, and exhaled. Parry moved over to the right side-door window; from that point he could see the curving fields stretch out to the south. Dark plow-furroughs and yellow grass formed a patchwork, interspersed with orange rows of trees. Beyond that, hills and forests. He stood there watching for a minute, then moved towards the cockpit. "Let's check out the skies," he said, and there was worry in his face. |
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