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.And a first-rate staff.I’ve brought you Gunnerson and Holmes, for chrissakes! What’re they going to do here, in this goddamned barn?”“Welcome to the Abramson Laboratory,” Luke said sardonically.“Typical goddamned government shit,” Fisk grumbled as he yanked out his smartphone.“I’ll have that Rossov’s hide pinned to the wall for this.”“He’s right here,” said Luke.“You can talk to him in person.”But Fisk wasn’t listening.He pecked at his cell phone, glared at it, shook it, and jabbed it with his index finger again.“Goddamned phone’s dead,” he grumbled.“Maybe its battery is—”“The damned battery’s fine,” Fisk snapped.“Charged it on the flight here.”As if on cue, a jeep squealed to a stop outside.Through the window by the front door, Luke saw Rossov and Colonel Dennis climb out.Novack was also in it, sitting beside the driver.He stayed in the jeep while the colonel and Rossov came up the front steps.Fisk saw them, too.He went to the door and yanked it open as the colonel raised his chubby fist to knock.“Rossov?” he barked.“What kind of a godforsaken dump have you stuck Abramson into? You’ve got some explaining to do.”Luke thought he could see steam spurting from Fisk’s ears.Waving an arm at the empty room, Fisk demanded, “Is this the first-rate facility the professor’s supposed to work in?”Dennis looked cowed, almost frightened, but Rossov said calmly, “The equipment is on its way.In a day or two everything—and everybody—will be humming smoothly.”“In a day or two?” Fisk barked.“Why isn’t everything in place now?”Almost whining, Colonel Dennis replied, “We only had two days’ notice that Professor Abramson would be coming here.These things take time.They can’t be done overnight.”“You can’t get them done overnight,” Fisk snarled.“I can.”Smiling thinly, Rossov said, “I’m sure you could, Mr.Fisk.But the colonel here has to go through official channels.”“Procurement,” said the colonel, as if that explained everything.“We’ve pushed the paperwork through, but you can’t expect miracles.”Still fuming, Fisk said, “I agreed to let you set up Professor Abramson in a first-rate research facility.I’ll be back here next week, and if his laboratory isn’t fully equipped and fully manned, I’ll take the professor away with me.”“No you won’t.” Rossov said it softly, flatly.It was neither a threat nor a boast.Merely a statement of fact.Fisk glared at him.Rossov didn’t flinch.“You’ve been allowed to visit this top-security installation because of your interest in Professor Abramson’s work.If you attempt to interfere in that work, you will not be allowed back on this base.”“Says you,” Fisk snapped.“Says the President of the United States, whom I represent.”Fisk glowered at Rossov for a long moment, obviously straining to find a retort.At last he turned to Colonel Dennis.“I want you to phone me the instant this laboratory is up and running.The very instant!”“I’d be happy to,” said the colonel.Luke saw beads of perspiration above his upper lip.Then Fisk turned to Luke.“And I expect you, Professor, to let me know if there are any delays in getting your lab running.”Before Luke could reply, the colonel said, “But Professor Abramson’s cell phone won’t be able to get through the shielding.”“Shielding?”Looking suddenly self-conscious, the colonel mumbled, “Electromagnetic shielding.Every building in the base is shielded.No cell phones or digital devices can communicate with the outside world.” He finished lamely, “It’s, uh, one of our security measures.”“I can’t call outside the base?” Luke asked.“Oh, sure you can,” said Colonel Dennis.“But you’ll have to use one of our landlines.”“Which are guarded, I presume,” said Rossov.“They’re monitored, yes.”Fisk nodded.“I see.But you won’t prevent the professor from calling me, will you?”“Oh, no, of course not,” the colonel said.Luke wondered if he was telling the truth.State of SiegeFISK STEPPED OUT of the so-called Abramson Lab into the nippy late-afternoon sunshine, leaving Luke, Rossov, and the sweating Colonel Dennis in the bare and empty room.Novack was still sitting in the jeep, chatting amiably with the driver, a young corporal.Fisk summoned his security chief with a crook of his finger.Novack sprang out of the jeep and walked swiftly to his boss, eyeing Fisk with a scornful grin on his bony, stubbled face.“Like what you see?” he asked [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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