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el.the miko-第154章

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 Nangi now saw the precarious spot his adversary was in。 Lo Whan need not spell out in so many words to which faction he belonged。 His masters were not yet fully in power in the north。
 His heart beat fast。 Did the munist know about Tenchi? 〃It seems to me;〃 he said; 〃that there was little good that came out of Mao's reign。〃
 〃I will not debate ideology with you;〃 Lo Whan said。 〃Your keiretsu may hold the key to the future of our country。 The Oriental Alliance was not a lie。 It was simply not the whole of it。〃
 Nangi felt the triumph surging through his veins。 I have won! he told himself。 There are no more cards for him to play; he is truly defeated now。 He may know Tenchi exists but he does not know its secret。 And now he never will。
 〃There is nothing more to do;〃 Nangi said; 〃but to amend the documents。〃
 Lo Whan's back bowed。 He felt one hundred years old。 〃Then you have doomed us and yourselves to a pact that must have diabolical consequences。 I dare not contemplate what the oute of a full alliance between my country and Russia might be。〃
 He spoke; but it was as if Nangi had not heard him。 Nangi's own personal triumph had made him drunk; the ancient enmity between these two people impossible to overe。
 It took them almost forty minutes to make all the require changes in the two contracts; to initial the changes and to resign the documents。 Lo Whan drew out a pad and menced to draw up the final clause; which he had verbally outlined to Nangi。 At that point Nangi excused himself and went picking his way over the black rocks; to make his call to Fortuitous Chiu。 When he returned; both signed the two copies Lo Whan had made。 Nangi was now enjoined from interfering with Liu or Succulent Pien。
 Both men put their documents away。 They stood on the rock promontory; in neat silk suits despite the hour; solemn despite the joyous yelps of people on the other side of the cliff。
 Applause came ringing from the ocean theater; where killer whales were jumping through hoops and seals were spinning striped balls on their upraised noses。
 With care; Nangi extracted the red envelope that Liu had given him。 He presented it to Lo Whan。
 〃And now;〃 came the electronically amplified voice of the master of ceremonies; ringing through the rocks' faces; 〃ladies and gentlemen; the thrilling finale!〃
 Tony Theerson; C。 Gordon Minck's Boy Wonder; had one of those beehive minds so sought after in the highest levels of puter technology。 Perhaps it was because; when you came right down to it; his mind was tuned more to the binary byways of machines than it was to the ephemeralia of human thought。
 It was a rare day; indeed; when the Boy Wonder felt any more plex emotion than hunger; thirst; tiredness; or the mild disfort of a full bladder。 Elation came with the final dissolution of a difficult code…he had ranked them in his mind; giving them names he had made up…into orderly rows of words; sentences; paragraphs; which he then turned over to Tanya Vladimova and Minck himself。
 In fact; orderliness to a degree a normal human being would find intolerable was Tony's way of life。 The clutter of his office was evidence enough of that。 His idea of orderliness resided in his puters' memory banks and in his own genius mind。
 For Theerson was aptly nicknamed。 No one else on this side of the Atlantic had any chance of deciphering the Soviet Alpha…three ciphers except the Boy Wonder。 They were absolute ball…breakers which; not coincidentally; was Tony's designation for the highest difficulty codes he was given to crack。
 And like other geniuses of his ilk; Theerson was thrown by factors either unknown to him or inexplicable。 His whole life was a crusade to make the unknowable knowable。 Logic rulesl said a brass plaque in his office。
 Thus when he finally cracked the most recent of the Alpha…threes; when the English words swam upward onto his terminal screen from the belly of his own private farm of beasts; he assumed that a glitch had sprung up。 He cleared the screen and called up the program from scratch。
 And got precisely the same message。
 That meant no glitch; but he rechecked his functions back down the line until he reached each and every input。 The result was still the same: no glitch。
 For a long time he sat staring at the message。 It was like reading Martian。 It made no sense; it had no logic。 Just like; he thought; the lyrics to a rock and roll song。
 〃It's bad;〃 he said after the melody had faded off his lips。 〃It's very; very bad。〃 He was abruptly aware of how shaken he felt。
 With that; he punched for a hard copy。 When it clattered out he folded it up and wiped the screen of words。 It was time; he thought; to see Minck。
 When Theerson found him; Minck was contemplating the end phase of his vendetta against Viktor Protorov。 In fact he was enormously pleased with himself。 Sending Tanya Vladimova in against his archenemy was a step he had longed to take years ago but could never bring himself to do。 The entrance of Nicholas Linnear into his life had changed all that。
 In the innermost sanctum of his mind; Minck tended to think of himself much like the god Wotan that Richard Wagner had depicted in the Ring cycle…one…eyed and full of pride; and thus flawed; a loving god; and a vengeful one。
 It would never have occurred to him to go after Protorov in any direct fashion。 It would have been unthinkable; for instance; for him to board a plane for Japan himself; a Webley pistol in hand to hold to his enemy's head and pull the trigger。
 That was not at all because Minck was a coward; he was far from that。 Battle did not faze him; hardship; both emotional and physical; had been a way of life for him for many years。 Rather he saw this kind of personal revenge as being overshadowed by his duty to Red Section; to the people who worked for him and thus depended on his skills to guide them and keep them whole in a world that wished to blow them apart; duty to his country。
 Much of this was indeed true; however; it was to Minck's benefit not to dwell too deeply on the other…baser…motivation。 He suspected now that he was perhaps closer to feeling like a god of Wotan's stature than he had realized。 The Valhalla syndrome afflicted many of his kind throughout the world; for it was Minck's firm conviction that he possessed a power fully as great as the spear Wotan had fashioned out of the World Ash Tree; the spear by which he controlled all creatures; even the giant Fafnir; the spear by which he need only touch someone to end their life。 The agents of Red Section were Minck's spear; they were his power。
 Tanya Vladimova was part of that; to be sure; but he loved her too much to be able to mit her to entering the den of a lion of Protorov's cunning。 Oddly; he loved her in just the way Wotan loved his daughter; Brunnhilde; she was closer to him than any other human being in the world。 With her; he played out his plans; he spun his variegated web。 He could not bear the thought that he might send her to her death at the hands of his enemy。 He had held back; waiting as patiently as any Japanese for the right moment。 Which was now。 Already she must be landing in Tokyo; his weapon against the fall of night。
 Abruptly; he loo
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