"Энди Макнаб. Последний свет (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автора

commute.
Before the shutter had come down, the Yes Man was striding into the
room.
Throwing a glance at Sundance, he walked towards me, screwing up his
nose at the smell of roll-ups, chips and early-morning farts.
He was dressed today in a light grey suit, and still in enraged-teacher
mode. He stopped a couple of paces short of me, put his hands on his hips,
and looked down at me in disgust.
"You, Stone, are going to be given one chance, just one, to rectify
matters. You don't know how very lucky you are." He checked his watch. The
target has just left the UK. You will follow him tonight, to Panama, and you
will kill this target by last light Friday."
I kept my head down and let my legs flop out straight, just inches from
his highly polished black brogues, and raised my eyes to him.
Sundance made a move towards me. Should I be saying something? The Yes
Man held up a hand to stop him, without taking his eyes off me.
"PARC are waiting for the delivery of a missile launch control system a
computer guidance console to you."
I looked down again, concentrating on the pattern of his shoes.
"Are you listening?"
Nodding slowly, I rubbed my sore eyes.
"One anti-aircraft missile is already in their possession. It will be
the first of many. The launch system has to be stopped if PARC have a
complete weapons system in their hands the implications for Plan Colombia
will be catastrophic.
There are six hundred million dollars' worth of US helicopters in
Colombia, along with their crews and support. PARC must not get the
capability to shoot them down. They must not get that launch control system.
You don't need to know why, but the young man's death will stop that
happening. Period."
He hunched down and thrust his face so close to mine I could smell
menthol aftershave, probably for sensitive skin. There was a whiff of
halitosis, too, as we had eye-to-eye just inches apart. He breathed in
slowly, to help me understand that what he was about to say was more in
sorrow than in anger.
"You will carry out this task in the time specified, with due
diligence. If not? No matter when next week, next month, or even next year
when the time is right, we will kill her. You know who I'm talking about,
that Little Orphan Annie of yours. She will simply cease to exist and it
will be your doing. Only you can stop that happening."
He burned with the kind of evangelical zeal I supposed he'd copied from
whoever he'd heard in the pulpit last week, while Sundance smirked and moved
back towards the settee.
The Yes Man hadn't finished with me yet. His tone shifted.
"She must be about eleven now, eh? I've been told that she's settled in
very well back in the States. It seems that Joshua is doing an absolutely
sterling job. It must be hard for you now she lives there, eh? Missing her
growing up, turning into a fine young woman..."
I kept my eyes down, concentrating on a minute crack in one of the
tiles as he carried on with his sermon.