Extinction Crisis. Don Pendleton

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      K URTZMAN PICKED UP THE secure, direct connection from the field. Schwarz had activated an encryption protocol that turned the line his computer was on into a shielded transmission conduit. Hackers attempting to penetrate the electronic security locks and creating interference with the direct connection would alert Stony Man Farm to the intrusion and render themselves open to a salvo of countersurveillance programs guaranteed to crash even the most powerful processors set to the task.

      “Gadgets,” Kurtzman greeted over the tight-band video chat. “Nice design extrapolation on the robot snake.”

      “Thanks,” Schwarz replied. “You should have seen the picture of Carl as Captain Caveman that he destroyed.”

      “I bet it would have been a hoot,” Kurtzman admitted.

      Schwarz grinned. “Since I drew it on a tablet computer, I’ll upload it to you for a screen saver.”

      Kurtzman chuckled. “Lyons would take my head off if he found that.”

      “You told him how to understand the magic box?” Schwarz asked.

      There was a grunt on the other end, and Lyons appeared on camera as Schwarz winced and rubbed his shoulder.

      “There’ll be time for jokes later,” Lyons grunted. “You have access to Morrison’s hard drives?”

      “Yeah,” Kurtzman said. “We’ve located the account which paid for the delivery truck, but we’re looking at an offshore bank with some paranoid security.”

      “Paranoid is a walk in the park for you guys, isn’t it?” Lyons asked.

      “Not these banks,” Kurtzman replied. “They’ve been upgrading their black ice, and I’m not afraid to say that they’re making us work for our paycheck, even if it is just a false front.”

      “So, the conspirators dumped cash into an account for their dead buddies to pull out,” Lyons said. “How’ll you be able to track the money trail?”

      “By diligent, meticulous observation once Akira breaks a hole for us into the bank’s security,” Kurtzman stated.

      “What about the robots?” Lyons asked. “I hear that Cal and Rafe transmitted digital photographs of what was left of their encounter with two of them.”

      “Same design. Two sets of parallel bow-coiled legs off of a central, flexible spine. The legs are fat little plates, and the body ends in a large head that fits an interesting firearm design,” Kurtzman told them.

      “How so?” Lyons asked.

      Kurtzman looked at the picture. “You know how the FN P-90 has that pivoting magazine that turns bullets at 90 degrees to keep the gun flat?”

      Lyons nodded. “It’s been used on other designs, as well.”

      “This one was hooked up to a Glock 26 barrel. The end result is that the head of the snake is about six inches long, and only four inches in diameter, but holds 17 shots,” Kurtzman said. “It has no means to reload itself, but stuck in there, parallel to the Glock barrel are two small cameras, and two Taser modules, whose capacitor batteries are further down the spine, tucked between the legs.”

      Lyons blinked. “I saw the picture that Gadgets made. The batteries look like oversize watch batteries, right?”

      “Yes. More than capable of producing enough voltage to paralyze a grown man,” Kurtzman said. “You’re lucky that you’re as strong and prepared for Taser shocks as you are.”

      “I’m also lucky I was too stupid to keep my finger off the trigger. If my muscles hadn’t seized up and applied enough pressure to drop the striker, I’d have been carved up by that weed-whacker in its tail,” Lyons snarled.

      “The cutting monofilament,” Kurtzman noted.

      Akira Tokaido waved at Kurtzman to get his attention. “Hunt’s inside running the finances on the account,” Tokaido said.

      “Good news,” Kurtzman answered. “You heard?” he said to Lyons.

      “Yeah,” Lyons replied. “Is anyone watching Hunt and Akira’s six inside the bank?”

      “Carmen’s way ahead of you on that,” Kurtzman told him. “After the DoE was penetrated, we’re on extra-high alert about any impropriety.”

      “Good,” Lyons said. “You done with Morrison’s records?”

      “Yes. You can shut down the computer,” Kurtzman answered. “He tries anything in the future, we’ve got a tap on his СКАЧАТЬ