ssheldon.doomsdayconspiracy-第30部分

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　〃I　bet　she　enjoyed　it。〃　　He　grinned。
　
　He　reached　down　for　Olga's　neck　and　broke　it。
　
　The　following　day　there　was　an　item　in　the　local　paper　about　a　librarian　who　had　been　raped　and　strangled　in　the　park。　　There　was　a　stern　warning　from　the　authorities　that　it　was　dangerous　for　young　women　to　go　to　the　park　alone　at　night。
　
　FLASH　MESSAGE　TOP　SECRET　ULTRA
　
　DEPUTY　DIRECTOR　GRU　TO　DEPUTY　DIRECTOR　NSA
　
　EYES　ONLY
　
　COPY　ONE　OF　（ONE）　COPIES
　
　SUBJECT：　OPERATION　DOOMSDAY
　
　8。　　OLGA　ROMANCHANKOKIEvTERMINATED
　
　END　OF　MESSAGE
　
　Willard　Stone　and　Monte　Banks　were　natural　enemies。　　They　were　both　ruthless　predators；　and　the　jungle　they　prowled　was　the　stone　canyons　of　Wall　Street；　with　its　high…powered　takeovers；　leveraged　buyouts；　and　stock　deals。
　
　The　first　time　the　two　men　clashed　was　during　the　attempted　takeover　of　a　huge　utility　pany。　　Willard　Stone　made　the　first　bid　and　anticipated　no　problem。　　He　was　so　powerful　and　his　reputation　so　fearsome　that　very　few　people　dared　challenge　him。　　It　was　a　great　surprise　then　when　he　learned　that　a　young　upstart　named　Monte　Banks　was　contesting　his　bid。　　Stone　was　forced　to　raise　his　own　bid；　and　the　ante　kept　going　up。　　Willard　Stone　finally　acquired　control　of　the　pany；　but　at　a　much　higher　price　than　he　had　anticipated　paying。
　
　Six　months　later；　in　a　takeover　bid　for　a　large　electronics　firm；　Stone　was　confronted　again　by　Monte　Banks。　　The　bidding　kept　escalating；　and　this　time　Banks　won。　　When　Willard　Stone　learned　that　Monte　Banks　intended　to　pete　with　him　for　control　of　a　puter　pany；　he　decided　it　was　time　to　meet　with　his　petitor。　　The　two　men　met　on　neutral　ground　in　Paradise　Island；　in　the　Bahamas。　　Willard　Stone　had　made　a　thorough　investigation　into　the　background　of　his　petitor；　learning　that　Monte　Banks　came　from　a　wealthy　oil　family　and　had　brilliantly　managed　to　parlay　his　inheritance　into　an　international　conglomerate。
　
　The　two　men　sat　down　to　lunch。　　Willard　Stone；　old　and　wise；　Monte　Banks；　young　and　eager。　　Willard　Stone　opened　the　conversation。
　〃You're　being　a　pain　in　the　ass。〃
　
　Monte　Banks　grinned。
　〃ing　from　you；　that's　a　big　pliment。〃
　〃What　is　it　you　want？〃
　
　Stone　asked。
　〃The　same　as　you。　　I　want　to　own　the　world。〃　　Willard　Stone　said　thoughtfully；　〃Well；　it's　a　big　enough　world。〃
　〃Meaning？〃
　〃There's　room　enough　for　both　of　us。〃　　That　was　the　day　they　became　partners。　　Each　ran　his　own　business　separately；　but　when　it　came　to　new　projects…timber　and　oil　and　real　estate…they　went　into　deals　together；　instead　of　peting　with　each　other。　　Several　times　the　Antitrust　Division　of　the　Justice　Department　tried　to　stop　their　deals；　but　Willard　Stone's　connections　always　prevailed。　　Monte　Banks　owned　chemical　panies　responsible　for　massive　pollution　of　lakes　and　rivers；　but　when　he　was　indicted；　the　indictment　was　mysteriously　dropped。
　
　The　two　men　had　a　perfect　symbiotic　relationship。　　Operation　Doomsday　was　a　natural　for　them；　and　they　were　heavily　involved　in　it。
　
　They　were　on　the　verge　of　closing　a　deal　to　purchase　ten　million　acres　of　lush；　tree…rich　land　in　the　Amazon　rain　forest。　　It　was　going　to　be　one　of　the　most　profitable　deals　they　had　ever　gone　into。
　
　They　could　not　afford　to　let　anything　stand　in　their　way。
　
　Day　Thirteen　Washington；　D。C。
　
　The　Senate　of　the　United　States　was　in　plenary　session。　　The　junior　senator　from　Utah　had　the　floor。
　
　。。。。。　　and　what　is　happening　to　our　ecology　is　a　national　disgrace。
　
　It　is　time　that　this　great　body　realized　that　it　is　its　sworn　duty　to　preserve　the　precious　heritage　that　our　forefathers　entrusted　to　us。　it　is　not　only　our　sworn　duty　but　our　privilege　to　protect　the　land；　the　air；　and　the　seas　from　those　vested　interests　that　are　selfishly　destroying　it。　　And　are　we　doing　this？　　Are　we　in　all　conscience　doing　our　best？　　Or　are　we　allowing　the　voice　of　mammon　to　influence　us。。。？〃
　
　Kevin　Parker；　seated　in　the　visitors'　gallery；　glanced　at　his　watch　for　the　third　time　in　five　minutes。　　He　wondered　how　much　longer　the　speech　was　going　to　last。　　He　was　sitting　through　this　only　because　he　was　having　lunch　with　the　senator　and　he　needed　a　favor　from　him。　　Kevin　Parker　enjoyed　walking　through　the　corridors　of　power；　hobnobbing　with　congressmen　and　senators；　dispensing　largess　in　return　for　political　favors。
　
　He　had　grown　up　poor　in　Eugene；　Oregon。　　His　father　was　an　alcoholic　who　had　owned　a　small　lumberyard。　　An　inept　businessman；　he　had　turned　what　should　have　been　a　thriving　business　into　a　disaster。
　
　The　young　boy　had　to　work　from　the　age　of　fourteen；　and　because　his　mother　had　run　away　with　another　man　years　earlier；　he　had　no　home　life　at　all。　　He　could　easily　have　bee　a　drifter　and　ended　up　like　his　father；　but　his　saving　grace　was　that　he　was　extraordinarily　handsome　and　personable。　　He　had　wavy　blond　hair　and　fine　aristocratic　features　that　he　must　have　inherited　from　some　long…forgotten　ancestor。　　A　few　affluent　townspeople　took　pity　on　the　boy；　giving　him　jobs　and　encouragement；　going　out　of　their　way　to　assist　him。　　The　wealthiest　man　in　town；　Jeb　Goodspell；　was　particularly　eager　to　help　Kevin　and　gave　him　a　part…time　job　with　one　of　his　panies。　　A　bachelor；　Goodspell　often　invited　young　Parker　to　join　him　for　dinner　at　his　home。
　〃You　can　be　somebody　in　this　life；〃　Goodspell　told　him；　〃but　you　can't　make　it　without　friends。〃
　〃I　know　that；　sir。　　And　I　certainly　appreciate　your　friendship。
　
　Working　for　you　is　a　real　lifesaver。〃
　〃I　could　do　a　lot　more　for　you；〃　Goodspell　said。　　They　were　seated　on　the　couch　in　the　living　room；　after　dinner。　　He　put　his　arm　around　the　young　boy。
　〃A　lot　more。〃　　He　squeezed　the　boy's　shoulder。
　〃You　have　a　good　body；　do　you　know　that？〃
　〃Thank　you；　sir。〃
　〃Do　you　ever　get　lonely？〃
　
　He　was　lonely　all　the　time。
　〃Yes；　sir。〃
　〃Well；　you　don't　have　to　be　lonely　anymore。〃　　He　stroked　the　boy's　arm。
　〃I　get　lonely；　too；　you　know。　　You　need　someone　to　hold　you　close　and　fort　you。〃
　〃Yes；　sir。〃
　〃Have　you　ever　had　any　girls？〃
　〃Well；　I　went　with　Sue　Ellen　for　a　while。〃
　〃Did　you　sleep　with　her？〃
　
　The　boy　blushed。
　〃No；　sir。〃
　〃How　old　are　you；　Kevin？〃
　〃Sixteen；　sir。〃
　〃It's　a　great　age。　　It's　an　age　when　you　should　be　beginning　to　start　a　career。〃　　He　studied　the　boy　a　moment。
　〃I'll　bet　you'd　be　darn　good　in　politics。〃
　〃Politics？　　I　don't　know　anything　about　that；　sir。〃
　〃That's　why　you're　going　to　school；　to　learn　things。
　
　And　I'm　going　to　help　you。〃
　〃Thank　you。〃
　〃There　are　plenty　of　ways　of　thanking　people；〃　Goodspell　said。　　He　rubbed　his　hand　along　the　boy's　thigh。
　〃Many　ways。〃　　He　looked　into　Parker's　eyes。
　〃You　know　what　I　mean？〃
　〃Yes；　Jeb。〃
　
　That　was　the　beginning。
　
　When　Kevin　Parker　was　graduated　from　Churchill　High　School；　Goodspell　sent　him　to　the　University　of　Oregon。　　The　boy　studied　political　science；　and　Goodspell　saw　to　it　that　his　protege　met　everybody。　　They　were　all　impressed　with　the　attractive　young　man。　　With　his　connections；　Parker　found　that　he　was　able　to　do　favors　for　important　people　and　to　bring　people　together。　　Being　a　lobbyist　in　Washington　was　a　natural　step；　and　Parker　was　good　at　the　job。
　
　Goodspell　had　died　two　years　earlier；　but　Parker　had　by　then　acquired　a　talent　and　a　taste　for　what　his　mentor　had　taught　him。　　He　liked　to　pick　up　young　boys　and　take　them　to　out…of…the…way　hotels　where　he　would　not　be　recognized。
　
　The　senator　from　Utah　was　finally　finishing。　　。。。。。　　and　I　say　to　you　now　that　we　must　pass　this　bill　if　we　want　to　save　what　is　left　of　our　ecology。　　At　this　time；　I　would　like　to　ask　for　a　roll…call　vote。〃
　
　Thank　God；　the　endless　session　was　almost　over。　　Kevin　Parker　thought　about　the　evening　that　lay　ahead　of　him；　and　he　began　to　get　an　erection。　　The　night　before；　he　had　met　a　young　man　at　Danny's　P　Street　Station；　a　well…known　gay　bar。　　Unfortunately；　the　young　man　had　been　with　a　panion。　　But　they　had　eyed　each　other　during　the　evening；　and　before　he　left；　Parker　had　written　a　note　and　slipped　it　into　the　young　man's　hand。　　It　said　simply；　〃Tomorrow　night。〃　　The　young　man　had　smiled　and　nodded。
　
　Kevin　Parker　was　hurriedly　getting　dressed　to　go　out。
　
　He　wanted　to　be　at　the　bar　when　the　boy　arrived。　　The　young　man　was　much　too　attractive；　and　Parker　did　not　want　him　picked　up　by　someone　else。　The　front　doorbell　rang。　　Damn。　　Parker　opened　the　door。
　
　A　stranger　stood　there。
　〃Kevin　Parker？〃
　〃Yes…〃
　〃My　name　is　Bellamy。　　I'd　like　to　talk　to　you　for　a　minute。〃
　
　Parker　said　impatiently；　〃You'll　have　to　make　an　appointment　with　my　secretary。　　I　don't　discuss　business　after　office　hours。〃
　〃This　isn't　exactly　business；　Mr。　Parker。　　It　concerns　your　trip　to　Switzerland　a　couple　of　weeks　ago。〃
　〃My　trip　to　Switzerland？　　What　about　it？〃
　〃My　agency　is　interested　in　some　of　the　people　you　might　have　met　over　there。〃　　Robert　flashed　his　false　CIA　identification。
　
　Kevin　Parker　studied　the　man　more　carefully。　　What　could　the　CIA　want　with　him？　　They　were　so　goddamned　nosy。　　Have　I　covered　my　ass？
　
　There　was　no　point　in　antagonizing　the　man。　　He　smiled。
　〃e　in。
　
　I'm　late　for　an　appointment；　but　you　said　this　won't　take　more　than　a　minute？〃
　〃No；　sir。　　I　believe　you　took　a　bus　tour　out　of　Zurich？〃
　
　So　that's　what　this　is　all　about。　　That　flying　saucer　business。　　It　had　been　the　goddamndest　thing　he　had　ever　seen。
　〃You　want　to　know　about　the　UFO；　don't　you？　　Well；　I　want　to　tell　you；　it　was　a　weird　experience。〃
　〃It　must　have　been；　but　frankly；　we　at　the　agency　don't　believe　in　flying　saucers。　　I'm　here　to　find　out　what　you　can　tell　me　about　your　fellow　passengers　on　the　bus。〃　　Parker　was　taken　aback。
　〃Oh。　Well；　I'm　afraid　I　can't　help　you　there。　　They　were　all　strangers。〃
　〃I　understand　that；　Mr。　Parker；〃　Robert　said　patiently；　〃but　you　must　remember　something　about　them。〃
　
　Parker　shrugged。
　〃Well；　a　few　things。　　。。。　　I　remember　exchanging　a　few　words　with　an　Englishman　who　took　our　pictures。〃
　
　Leslie　Mothershed。
　〃Who　else？〃
　〃Oh；　yes。　　I　talked　a　little　to　a　Russian　girl。　　She　seemed　very　pleasant。　　I　think　she　s