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Место работы: Roger looked at the woman and held his hands in front of her. 'These are deadly weapons too,' he joked. 'Where should I leave them?' In one swift, irresistible movement, the woman grabbed Mr Auxiliary's knife, took hold of Roger's right hand, dragged his arm over the table and held the blade over his wrist threatening to sever his hand from his arm. Roger's arm was pinned. He couldn't move it. 'Want to leave it here, darling?' she asked, in a high South London accent. Her breath smelled of stale coffee. Mr Auxiliary smiled. Roger looked at him. Some onlookers chuckled. 'So you do have a sense of humour after all,' said Roger, trying to appear unconcerned. The woman let Roger go then stabbed the knife hard into the table top millimetres from his hand. She took the metal loop and ran it quickly around their bodies. Satisfied, she said, 'Follow me.' A door at the far side of the room opened into a passageway which was the start of a whole warren of tunnels. 'Tunnels seem to be a big thing in my life, these days,' said Roger. 'But I suppose The KOPALDA is an underground organisation, hey?' For God's sake shut up, thought Roger B. It's the nerves. I'm not funny. Why am I trying to be funny? With these two, of all people. They stopped at an unmarked white door. It opened with no visible effort from anyone. The woman stood back to let Roger and Mr Auxiliary through into a large white walled room. Chairs lined sections of the GARY BAKER 106 walls and a dark wooden oval table, big enough to seat fifty, stood at the room's centre. Meadhill and The Captain sat at the far end. The Captain's grey hair and beard looked almost white next to Meadhill's black hair and black clothing. Mr Auxiliary took a seat by the door. The Captain stood, buttoned his jacket around his plump waist. 'Join us, please Mr Peerson,' he said. 'Quite a place you have here,' said Roger, taking a seat next to Meadhill. Meadhill nodded silently and made his mouth smile showing Roger his gold tooth again. 'The experiment,' said The Captain, ignoring Roger's pleasantry, 'was, and still is, a success.' Roger felt his shoulders relax. He breathed more easily. 'We now feel confident we can move onto the next phase,' said The Captain. Roger sat forward attentively. 'You will stay here from now on,' said The Captain, 'From now until the exercise is complete.' 'You mean here?' asked Roger, open palms indicating the room around them, 'In this underground ...' Roger did not know what to call it. Bunker? 'Complex,' said The Captain. 'Yes.' 'How long will that ...' began Roger, but The Captain cut him off. 'Until the exercise is complete,' repeated The Captain curtly. 'Completed to my satisfaction.' 'And then what?' asked Roger, starting to feel nervous again. NURSE BECKY GETS SHOT 107 'And then we shall see,' said The Captain. 'In the meantime -' The Captain stopped and stiffened, listening to something. Meadhill frowned. The Captain stood, 'Mr Peerson,' he said, 'The Major would like to meet you.' An almost invisible door in the wall to Roger's left slid open. 'How very James Bond,' said Roger, immediately wishing he hadn't. He stood and moved towards the door. Watch out for Donald Pleasance stroking a white cat, thought Roger B. Shut up. The door opened into an office which wouldn't have looked out of place in an old London Solicitors. Aged wood and leather furniture, bookcases filled with encyclopaedic tomes. A computer screen sat on the edge of the green topped desk behind which sat a Humpty Dumpty of a man wearing a pin-striped suit and talking into a telephone. 'Quite,' he said. The single word spoke of Eton or Harrow or some other public school that spat out boys who over pronounced their P's and rolled their R's. He motioned Roger to sit in the leather chair facing the desk. 'I don't foresee any problems there either, sir.' A tinny voice on the other end of the phone said something Roger could not understand and The Major replaced the receiver in its cradle. 'Mr Peerson,' he said, 'good to meet you.' His jowls wobbled as he spoke. Roger leaned forward to stand and shake the Major's hand but The Major sat motionless studying an open file on his desk. Roger settled back down.
Место проживания: Москва
В авторах с: 02.2001
Сайт автора: http://dom-kulinarov.com
Место работы: Roger looked at the woman and held his hands in front of her. 'These are deadly weapons too,' he joked. 'Where should I leave them?' In one swift, irresistible movement, the woman grabbed Mr Auxiliary's knife, took hold of Roger's right hand, dragged his arm over the table and held the blade over his wrist threatening to sever his hand from his arm. Roger's arm was pinned. He couldn't move it. 'Want to leave it here, darling?' she asked, in a high South London accent. Her breath smelled of stale coffee. Mr Auxiliary smiled. Roger looked at him. Some onlookers chuckled. 'So you do have a sense of humour after all,' said Roger, trying to appear unconcerned. The woman let Roger go then stabbed the knife hard into the table top millimetres from his hand. She took the metal loop and ran it quickly around their bodies. Satisfied, she said, 'Follow me.' A door at the far side of the room opened into a passageway which was the start of a whole warren of tunnels. 'Tunnels seem to be a big thing in my life, these days,' said Roger. 'But I suppose The KOPALDA is an underground organisation, hey?' For God's sake shut up, thought Roger B. It's the nerves. I'm not funny. Why am I trying to be funny? With these two, of all people. They stopped at an unmarked white door. It opened with no visible effort from anyone. The woman stood back to let Roger and Mr Auxiliary through into a large white walled room. Chairs lined sections of the GARY BAKER 106 walls and a dark wooden oval table, big enough to seat fifty, stood at the room's centre. Meadhill and The Captain sat at the far end. The Captain's grey hair and beard looked almost white next to Meadhill's black hair and black clothing. Mr Auxiliary took a seat by the door. The Captain stood, buttoned his jacket around his plump waist. 'Join us, please Mr Peerson,' he said. 'Quite a place you have here,' said Roger, taking a seat next to Meadhill. Meadhill nodded silently and made his mouth smile showing Roger his gold tooth again. 'The experiment,' said The Captain, ignoring Roger's pleasantry, 'was, and still is, a success.' Roger felt his shoulders relax. He breathed more easily. 'We now feel confident we can move onto the next phase,' said The Captain. Roger sat forward attentively. 'You will stay here from now on,' said The Captain, 'From now until the exercise is complete.' 'You mean here?' asked Roger, open palms indicating the room around them, 'In this underground ...' Roger did not know what to call it. Bunker? 'Complex,' said The Captain. 'Yes.' 'How long will that ...' began Roger, but The Captain cut him off. 'Until the exercise is complete,' repeated The Captain curtly. 'Completed to my satisfaction.' 'And then what?' asked Roger, starting to feel nervous again. NURSE BECKY GETS SHOT 107 'And then we shall see,' said The Captain. 'In the meantime -' The Captain stopped and stiffened, listening to something. Meadhill frowned. The Captain stood, 'Mr Peerson,' he said, 'The Major would like to meet you.' An almost invisible door in the wall to Roger's left slid open. 'How very James Bond,' said Roger, immediately wishing he hadn't. He stood and moved towards the door. Watch out for Donald Pleasance stroking a white cat, thought Roger B. Shut up. The door opened into an office which wouldn't have looked out of place in an old London Solicitors. Aged wood and leather furniture, bookcases filled with encyclopaedic tomes. A computer screen sat on the edge of the green topped desk behind which sat a Humpty Dumpty of a man wearing a pin-striped suit and talking into a telephone. 'Quite,' he said. The single word spoke of Eton or Harrow or some other public school that spat out boys who over pronounced their P's and rolled their R's. He motioned Roger to sit in the leather chair facing the desk. 'I don't foresee any problems there either, sir.' A tinny voice on the other end of the phone said something Roger could not understand and The Major replaced the receiver in its cradle. 'Mr Peerson,' he said, 'good to meet you.' His jowls wobbled as he spoke. Roger leaned forward to stand and shake the Major's hand but The Major sat motionless studying an open file on his desk. Roger settled back down.
Место проживания: Москва
В авторах с: 02.2001
Сайт автора: http://dom-kulinarov.com
