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HTML: When Leroy "Chinese" Gordon breaks into a professor's lab at the University of Los Angeles, he's after some pharmaceutical cocaine, worth plenty of money. Instead, he finds the papers the professor has compiled for the CIA, which include a blueprint for throwing a large city into chaos. But how is the CIA to be persuaded to pay a suitable ransom, unless of course someone actually uses the plan to throw a large city into chaos---Los Angeles, for instance? Assigned to cope with the crisis and restore the peace, veteran agent Ben Porterfield steps onto the scene to remind us that the CIA's middle name is, after all, Intelligence. Enlivening the mix are Gordon's beautiful girlfriend, Margaret, his temperamental cat, Dr. Henry Metzger, and Metzger's friend, an enormous half-wild dog with huge teeth. . … (mehr) |
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Die Informationen stammen von der englischen "Wissenswertes"-Seite. Ändern, um den Eintrag der eigenen Sprache anzupassen. "That's right," said Chinese Gordon. "You're better at this guerrilla shit than I am, because you're an animal. But that's also your flaw, Doctor Henry Metzger. You don't even know it's Saturday, you shithead. I don't wear overalls on Saturday. If it had been me, I'd have pissed on your blue jeans and shirts." He laughed as he walked into his bedroom to dress.  "You're a clever man, Chinese," said Kepler.
"Devious," said Immelmann, squinting his eyes and pondering. "Odd that you should be such a jackass in other ways."
"It's one of the mysteries," Kepler agreed. "Being with you two has been something of a religious experience for me."
"Oh?" said Kepler.
"It proved that God, in His bounty and generosity, always creates more horses' asses than there are horses to attach them to."
"Amen," said Kepler, popping open a beer can. If Morrison was here, it was a disaster. Morrison wasn't someone who'd be called in to discuss strategies or solve problems. His only value was that he was someone who could be placed in positions that required the right family, a certain kind of influence. The fact that he appeared to be a fool was part of his protection as an operative; the fact that he was a genuine fool meant the disguise was impenetrable. "Just tell me this much: Are you in danger? I mean, this time have you and your merry men signed up to go to some country that smells like cow dung and teach little brown people how to murder each other, or did you just swindle somebody?" "Money talks, but only if you pay off with talking money." "I'm not ready to declare war, destroy a major city, or take over a country, even if the CIA provides a foolproof recipe. I don't need the additional responsibility of owning a country at this time." A man in a Mercedes leaned on his horn and yelled, "Get the hell back to your car! What if it starts moving again?"
One of the girls stopped beside the man's window. Her face was calm and expressionless and sincere. "It can't, see? I have the keys." The young man seemed pleased to be able to say something that sounded like information. "Look, I don't think this is any of my business, but I love you very much, and someday I hope to marry you if I ever can find a shred of evidence that you're not criminally insane. Then this would be my business, because I'd like to cook for you."
"Feel free to plumb the depths." "Hell, no. The food in some of those places is terrific. The secret history of the world is that the French concentrated on placing chefs in all of the major cities, and the British concentrated on taking over those places so that they could get something decent to eat. If you spend time in England you begin to wonder if all animals are made up entirely of innards." Chinese Gordon nodded. "Okay, if that's true, what does it mean?"
"A man whose animals outsmart him should not pretend he's Socrates. Stop asking me questions you think you know the answers to." "The airplane has a radio, and I'm sure you also have a little card that says you can use everyone's radio."
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