The Doomsday Conspiracy [antikvár]

Chapter One %DAY ONE Monday, October i$thHe was back in the crowded hospitál ward at Cu Chi Base in Vietnam, and Susan was leaning over his bed, lovely in her crisp, white nurse's uniform, whispering, 'Wake up, sailor. You don't want to die.'And when he heard the magic of her voice, he could almost forget his pain. She was murmuring something else in his ear, but a loud bell was ringing and he could not hear her clearly. He reached up to puli her closer and his hands clutched empty air.It was the sound of the telephone that brought Róbert Bellamy fully awake. He opened his eyes reluctantly, not wanting to let go of the dream. The telephone at his bedside was insistent. He looked at the clock. Four a.m. He snatched up the telephone, angry at having his dream interrupted. 'Do you know what the hell time it is?''Commander Bellamy?' A deep, male voice.'Yes . . .''I ha ve a message for you, Commander. You are ordered to report to General Hilliard at National Security Agency Headquarters at Fort Meade at 0600