Аэропорт / Аirport
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“I know, Mister.” The lieutenant appeared fleetingly embarrassed by Patroni’s words. “But the TV guys wanted a better shot.”
“You just blocked this road an extra twenty minutes. It took ten minutes to locate those trucks where they should be; it’ll take another ten to get them back.”
“Now listen, mister. We’re glad to have help, including yours. But I’m the one who’s making decisions.”
“No!—you listen to me.” Joe Patroni stood glaring. “There’s an emergency at the airport. I already explained it; and why I’m needed there. There’s a phone in my car. I can call my top brass, who’ll call your brass, and before you know it, somebody’ll be on that radio of yours asking why you’re polishing your TV image instead of doing the job you’re here for. So, do I call in, or do we move?”
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