Dollores: переводы

→We follow the Russian, we'll find Eddie.

→first guy: (laughs) second guy: Are you almost done? first guy: Yeah. Here. You need to set the timers. second guy: What do you think? Ten minutes? first guy: Five. No, make it eight. Just in case our cars don't start, (laughs) second guy: (laughs)

→(laughs)

→first guy: They've been moved out. Some will go back to Hong Kong. The scientists that defected will be placed in new positions somewhere else. second guy:… some dumb town in Arkansas…

→second guy: Where did everyone…?

→first guy:… Eddie… in big trouble… second guy: I wouldn't want to be in his shoes. first guy: And he has the… second guy: Ming will find him. first guy:… can't hide forever. second guy: I still don't understand why… to destroy… the place. first guy: Orders from Hong Kong.

→second guy:… get rid of the trail?

→I take the snapshot off the board and stuff it in one of my pockets, then turn back to the hallway.

→first guy: Exactly.

→I wait a minute and then go to the door. I punch in the code and hear the lock disengage. I peer inside and see an empty corridor illuminated by overhead fluorescent lighting. Slipping inside, I'm aware of voices at the end of the hall. The two men are speaking in Chinese and it's difficult for me to understand them at this distance. I move farther down the corridor and slide into what appears to be a break room. There are vending machines, a couple of tables and chairs, a microwave and kitchen fixtures, and an employee bulletin board. Tacked onto the board are a couple of dozen color snapshots depicting a company picnic. A handprinted banner reads, in English, holiday picnic, marina del rey harbor. I take a moment to scan the photos. They're the usual silly poses you see at company-sponsored events—people making goofy faces with beers in hand, a guy grilling burgers and hot dogs, a group playing volleyball. Someone has labeled each photo with a small piece of paper written in Chinese: Ken making dinner, Joe and Tom getting drunk, Kim and Chang score a point. All the subjects in the photos are Chinese and are of varying ages, mostly men. I'm about to turn my attention back to the two guys in the building when I notice a shot of Eddie Wu staring at me. I'm sure it's him. He's standing on the deck of a motor yacht docked at one of the marinas. The boat is named Lady Lotus and from the proud expression on Eddie's face it appears as if he's the skipper. Sure enough, the label proclaims, Captain Eddie and his boat.

→Brother.

→"Oh. You're welcome."

→"I said I have it. Thanks."

→"It's 9-9-7-2-2-0 star."

→"Never mind. I have it," I say.

→He punches the correct numbers and the door opens. Once he's inside, I hear Grimsdottir in my ear. "Sam? We have that code for you now."

→outside guy: So sue me. What is it? inside guy: Nine-nine-seven-two-two-zero and star. outside guy: Thanks.

→The new guy can't remember the code. I quickly draw the Five-seveN and activate the T.A.K. Aiming it at the door, I hear the following conversation in Chinese: inside guy: What do you mean, you don't remember the code?

→Before I take the risk, another pair of headlights swings toward the building from the gravel road. Damn! Once again I move around the corner of the structure, where I figure it's safe to wait. The new car, a Porsche, parks next to the Corvette. Again, the driver is alone. He extinguishes the lights, gets out, and goes to the door. I watch as he punches in the access code but the door doesn't open. He knocks. After a moment, a voice on the intercom answers.

→I take the chance and press the combination I think might be the one. It's like playing roulette in Vegas—the odds are outrageously against me. Of course, nothing happens. I try a slightly different combination and again come up with zilch. Sometimes these keypads are rigged to set off an alarm if someone tries incorrect codes more than three times. Should I risk it? As far I know, there's only one guy in the joint. I imagine I can take him, but it's possible the alarm could bring others.