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A.R.Yngve
PARRY'S PROTOCOL
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Chapter 22
Abram returned to the special room, locked the door, and shut the air vent. Parry was still standing with the kitten in his arms, impatiently staring with tired, squinting eyes.
"Right," Abram said, "we'll continue according to the plan."
He sat on the stool and put the notepad in his lap again.
"Okay," Parry said immediately, "this is the information I'll need to help you with the report. "I want weekly publications covering the whole world. They could be in Russian, Spanish, and Portuguese too. Have no time for daily newspapers. Radio, of course, and TV -- to follow the official world view. Make that battery-powered ones -- Oregon would never allow me an electric cable."
Abram made quick notes, nodding.
"Good, good... any particular books? I can get hold of a lot of special literature at the CIA library in Langley, and also individual articles through the database."
"Get me something on the history of the CIA... but not the official crap! Pick the most critical writer you'll find, even if he's KGB. And also bring books on the history of world religions; astronomy; archaeology; geology with emphasis on oil and natural gas sites; plate tectonics; genetic engineering; computer development; Artificial Intelligence; biographies of famous tyrants from antiquity to the present..."
Parry stopped, stroked the purring cat, grinned and added in a lower voice: "And a short guide to the care of cats and birds."
Abram jotted down the last item, sat up and ran a hand over his moustaches. Parry demonstratively waved goodbye at him with his free arm.
"I get the message," Abram muttered. "I'll bring you the first part of my report to read, too." He took his briefcase, opened the air vent, nodded at Parry, and silently walked out of the echo-free room.