[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
."You know that he represents a liabilityto begin with.The presence of the neutrino bomb makes the situation even moredire.If he knew what was at stake, the President would agree with me.""I am not killing a United States President, Smith, and that's that.""Of course he is not," Chiun called.He was nearer now, listening in on everyword of their conversation."That honor must go to the Reigning Master, nothis apprentice.Sinanju has not assassinated an American President for twocenturies.We cannot allow Mr.Bent Elbow to taint such a momentous event.""Will you calm down?" Remo said hotly to Chiun.To Smith, he said, "I'll callwhen this is all over, Smitty.""People love a good disemboweling! Always give the people what they want!" thePage 73 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlMaster of Sinanju could be heard shouting as Remo hung up the phone.Smith's face didn't even register a single twitch as he leaned across theblack surface of his desk.His features could have been carved from solidgranite.The blue phone made a plasticky clatter in its cradle.The crisis was huge.On several different levels and on multiple fronts.Allout of his hands.All he could do now was wait.Shifting his feet from beneath his desk well, Smith spun his creaking chair toface the big picture window at the rear of his office.Breathing deeply, hestared at the gently lapping waves of Long Island Sound.Besieged by the soothing image, the CURE director was overcome by exhaustionbefore he even realized it.Within minutes, Harold Smith was sound asleep.Chapter 25"Khaddafi wouldn't treat me like this."Bryce Babcock jutted his chin defiantly.His jowls flapped back against hisneck like empty saddlebags."That is true.He would have cut out your tongueby this time," Nossur Aruch replied blandly.He was inspecting the exterior ofthe neutrino bomb.Babcock and Dr.Ree Hop Doe had been brought to the PIO leader's Lebanonsatellite office.As a sign of disdain, their captors hadn't even bothered tobind their hands.A pair of PIO soldiers stood sentry by the door.The interior secretary stood to one side, helpless, as the PIO leader tappedat the stainless-steel shell of the bomb.A hollow sound greeted Nossur'sfinger."Hussein," Babcock challenged."What about him? I'll bet he would have knownwhat to do with me.""Yes.He would have shot you.""Khatami, then.Iran would have helped me.""An American cabinet member? They would have tortured you on videotape andmailed it to your State Department.""Mujahideen.""Bullets are at a premium in Afghanistan.They would probably have simply slityour throat.And you are going far afield with them, are you not?""The Middle East is the best place to set off the neutrino bomb," Babcocksaid, pouting."A bunch of warring countries bunched closely together.I wouldhave set it off in the United States, but the damage would have been toolocalized.The whole country wouldn't have been within range.I neededsomeplace that would feel the effects.Someplace that would beattention-getting."From his half crouch, Aruch looked up."Oh, it will draw attention," he assured Babcock.The interior secretaryglanced angrily at Dr.Doe as if this turn of events were all his fault."Don't rook at me," Doe whispered."I onry in it fora cash."Babcock turned away in disgust.His eyes-now those of a prisoner-dragged across the unconscious form of theformer President.Soldiers had dumped him on the floor behind Aruch's desk.The old man's chest rose and fell rhythmically.The fact that he was stillbreathing made Bryce Babcock sick.He was to blame for all this.Him and hishomespun warmongering.Of course, there hadn't actually been any wars,technically, for the eight years he'd been in office.But he had beenresponsible for building the bomb Doe had stolen.When it came right down toit, none of this was Bryce Babcock's fault.It was the former President whohad delivered Babcock into the deceitful, violent hands of the PIO.Angry, hetore his baggy eyes away from the hated old man.The dirty windows through which the desert sunlight spilled were built of aheavy Plexiglas.Even so, they seemed to have suffered damage fitting to a warzone.Chips and holes from bullets and ricochets riddled the thick panes.Babcock noted that the walls opposite the windows were speckled with holes, aswell.Some were so deep he could see straight through to the next room.As he was peering through one of the larger holes, a sudden squeal of tiresPage 74 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfrom the street out front caught his attention.Inside, Nossur Aruch and hismen reacted instinctively to the sound.Eyes angry, they flung themselves tothe floor, plastering hands over heads.When Babcock glanced at Doe, the confused scientist was joining them.Withperplexed reluctance, Babcock started to get down, too.He had just knelt toone knee when the first hail of bullets exploded through the wall.Babcock and Doe collapsed to their bellies.The attack was fast and furious.In a single, terrifying instant, a swarm ofbullets ripped the office air.Screaming lead pocked walls and desk.Concretedust and paperwork rained down upon them.On the floor, a terrified Bryce Babcock felt a small puddle of warmth pool athis crotch.When the shooting stopped as abruptly as it had started, Babcock didn't evennotice.The furious shriek of gunfire still echoed in his ears.Outside, more tires squealed, then faded in the distance.Nossur Aruch scampered to his feet."Lousy teenagers!" he yelled.Bounding across the floor, he stuck his head outthe window."Why are you not in school!" he shouted after the rapidly speedingcar.He had to duck back inside to avoid another spray of automatic-weapons fire.Muttering Arab curses, he stepped over the prone secretary of the interior andreturned to the neutrino bomb.Climbing unsteadily to his knees, Babcock blinked dust from his eyes."Whatwas that?" he panted.Concrete powder formed a clumpy paste near his dampzipper."That?" the terrorist said dismissively, as if nothing had happened."My poorbuilding suffers for the peace I have made with Israel.Or perhaps it is theInternet or music lyrics that causes them to act out.With kids, who knows?"Expression dull, Babcock looked at the front wall.Many more holes now marredits surfaces.One of the windows had nearly been blown from its casing.Itseemed ready to topple into the room.He turned woodenly back to Aruch."May I go now?" Babcock asked numbly."Quiet," the terrorist snapped.He looked to the Los Alamos scientist."You.Explain to me how this device works.Is it nuclear?"Ree Hop Doe glanced quickly at Bryce Babcock.Gulping audibly, he turned backto Nossur Aruch."You pay, we talk," he said, licking his lips."Money orderor cash.No personar check, prease." Very nearby, he heard the click of abolt.Out of the corner of his eye, Doe saw the hollow end of a rifle barrel aimedat his temple.Far down at the other end of the weapon was Fatang's eageryoung face.The hope that he'd be able to hire even halfway decent legal representationfor his espionage trial evaporated for the treasonous Dr.Ree Hop Doe."Yes, it nucrear," he admitted, shoulders slumping."This one said that it could blow up a city," Aruch said, nodding to Babcock."Could it destroy Tel Aviv?"Doe shook his head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl centka.pev.pl
."You know that he represents a liabilityto begin with.The presence of the neutrino bomb makes the situation even moredire.If he knew what was at stake, the President would agree with me.""I am not killing a United States President, Smith, and that's that.""Of course he is not," Chiun called.He was nearer now, listening in on everyword of their conversation."That honor must go to the Reigning Master, nothis apprentice.Sinanju has not assassinated an American President for twocenturies.We cannot allow Mr.Bent Elbow to taint such a momentous event.""Will you calm down?" Remo said hotly to Chiun.To Smith, he said, "I'll callwhen this is all over, Smitty.""People love a good disemboweling! Always give the people what they want!" thePage 73 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlMaster of Sinanju could be heard shouting as Remo hung up the phone.Smith's face didn't even register a single twitch as he leaned across theblack surface of his desk.His features could have been carved from solidgranite.The blue phone made a plasticky clatter in its cradle.The crisis was huge.On several different levels and on multiple fronts.Allout of his hands.All he could do now was wait.Shifting his feet from beneath his desk well, Smith spun his creaking chair toface the big picture window at the rear of his office.Breathing deeply, hestared at the gently lapping waves of Long Island Sound.Besieged by the soothing image, the CURE director was overcome by exhaustionbefore he even realized it.Within minutes, Harold Smith was sound asleep.Chapter 25"Khaddafi wouldn't treat me like this."Bryce Babcock jutted his chin defiantly.His jowls flapped back against hisneck like empty saddlebags."That is true.He would have cut out your tongueby this time," Nossur Aruch replied blandly.He was inspecting the exterior ofthe neutrino bomb.Babcock and Dr.Ree Hop Doe had been brought to the PIO leader's Lebanonsatellite office.As a sign of disdain, their captors hadn't even bothered tobind their hands.A pair of PIO soldiers stood sentry by the door.The interior secretary stood to one side, helpless, as the PIO leader tappedat the stainless-steel shell of the bomb.A hollow sound greeted Nossur'sfinger."Hussein," Babcock challenged."What about him? I'll bet he would have knownwhat to do with me.""Yes.He would have shot you.""Khatami, then.Iran would have helped me.""An American cabinet member? They would have tortured you on videotape andmailed it to your State Department.""Mujahideen.""Bullets are at a premium in Afghanistan.They would probably have simply slityour throat.And you are going far afield with them, are you not?""The Middle East is the best place to set off the neutrino bomb," Babcocksaid, pouting."A bunch of warring countries bunched closely together.I wouldhave set it off in the United States, but the damage would have been toolocalized.The whole country wouldn't have been within range.I neededsomeplace that would feel the effects.Someplace that would beattention-getting."From his half crouch, Aruch looked up."Oh, it will draw attention," he assured Babcock.The interior secretaryglanced angrily at Dr.Doe as if this turn of events were all his fault."Don't rook at me," Doe whispered."I onry in it fora cash."Babcock turned away in disgust.His eyes-now those of a prisoner-dragged across the unconscious form of theformer President.Soldiers had dumped him on the floor behind Aruch's desk.The old man's chest rose and fell rhythmically.The fact that he was stillbreathing made Bryce Babcock sick.He was to blame for all this.Him and hishomespun warmongering.Of course, there hadn't actually been any wars,technically, for the eight years he'd been in office.But he had beenresponsible for building the bomb Doe had stolen.When it came right down toit, none of this was Bryce Babcock's fault.It was the former President whohad delivered Babcock into the deceitful, violent hands of the PIO.Angry, hetore his baggy eyes away from the hated old man.The dirty windows through which the desert sunlight spilled were built of aheavy Plexiglas.Even so, they seemed to have suffered damage fitting to a warzone.Chips and holes from bullets and ricochets riddled the thick panes.Babcock noted that the walls opposite the windows were speckled with holes, aswell.Some were so deep he could see straight through to the next room.As he was peering through one of the larger holes, a sudden squeal of tiresPage 74 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfrom the street out front caught his attention.Inside, Nossur Aruch and hismen reacted instinctively to the sound.Eyes angry, they flung themselves tothe floor, plastering hands over heads.When Babcock glanced at Doe, the confused scientist was joining them.Withperplexed reluctance, Babcock started to get down, too.He had just knelt toone knee when the first hail of bullets exploded through the wall.Babcock and Doe collapsed to their bellies.The attack was fast and furious.In a single, terrifying instant, a swarm ofbullets ripped the office air.Screaming lead pocked walls and desk.Concretedust and paperwork rained down upon them.On the floor, a terrified Bryce Babcock felt a small puddle of warmth pool athis crotch.When the shooting stopped as abruptly as it had started, Babcock didn't evennotice.The furious shriek of gunfire still echoed in his ears.Outside, more tires squealed, then faded in the distance.Nossur Aruch scampered to his feet."Lousy teenagers!" he yelled.Bounding across the floor, he stuck his head outthe window."Why are you not in school!" he shouted after the rapidly speedingcar.He had to duck back inside to avoid another spray of automatic-weapons fire.Muttering Arab curses, he stepped over the prone secretary of the interior andreturned to the neutrino bomb.Climbing unsteadily to his knees, Babcock blinked dust from his eyes."Whatwas that?" he panted.Concrete powder formed a clumpy paste near his dampzipper."That?" the terrorist said dismissively, as if nothing had happened."My poorbuilding suffers for the peace I have made with Israel.Or perhaps it is theInternet or music lyrics that causes them to act out.With kids, who knows?"Expression dull, Babcock looked at the front wall.Many more holes now marredits surfaces.One of the windows had nearly been blown from its casing.Itseemed ready to topple into the room.He turned woodenly back to Aruch."May I go now?" Babcock asked numbly."Quiet," the terrorist snapped.He looked to the Los Alamos scientist."You.Explain to me how this device works.Is it nuclear?"Ree Hop Doe glanced quickly at Bryce Babcock.Gulping audibly, he turned backto Nossur Aruch."You pay, we talk," he said, licking his lips."Money orderor cash.No personar check, prease." Very nearby, he heard the click of abolt.Out of the corner of his eye, Doe saw the hollow end of a rifle barrel aimedat his temple.Far down at the other end of the weapon was Fatang's eageryoung face.The hope that he'd be able to hire even halfway decent legal representationfor his espionage trial evaporated for the treasonous Dr.Ree Hop Doe."Yes, it nucrear," he admitted, shoulders slumping."This one said that it could blow up a city," Aruch said, nodding to Babcock."Could it destroy Tel Aviv?"Doe shook his head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]