Location : Soap factories.Location : Surroundings of the former Alien Chemicals plant.Time : Wednesday, 14-10.According to the activity map, the soap factories are practically extinct. However, the reality was somewhat different from the beautiful hologram. As always. Ernest first of all appreciated the real picture of the world. And the world, through an omnipotent and all-pervading web of control, gave him what he needed. After the standard clearance procedure, of course.The "extinct" soap factories were such only in the preliminary counterintelligence reports. In reality, on Pylnik (the passport name is Pervaya Zavodskaya Street), trade was going on briskly. People and non-humans sauntered along the broken asphalt, and in the dilapidated workshops something pounded, squealed and boiled. Creating the illusion, albeit utterly archaic, but still - of the existing industrial activity.However, Ernest was not the first and not even the twenty-fifth time he went on patrol through Dus

Location : Soap factories.Location : Three Corners Square.Time : Wednesday, 16-30."We'll start 'grinding straw' from here," François continued in a businesslike manner. “Let’s break up into half-squads along parallel streets. Let's start cleaning right away, with the move. If you worked, then you know - there is another cesspool here. There is someone to catch, and there is someone to react to the three lawyers. It won't be long before the locals start rioting.— At the meeting, I was told that the Allies would provide a point of withdrawal. It's not in my data.— But it is, comrade. Stronghold of the bankrupt security service. Concrete, shutters, everything is as it should be. Area nine, stronghold thirteen. Right after the end of the Bellows. The building was mothballed by our specialists as soon as the area of ​​responsibility was transferred.- Usually they say this about boxes from which everything was taken out, except for the stone.- They looked after it. Our lured engineer

Show with a gesture about the light noise and one and a half seconds of exposure. Prepare mentally for noise and light - their glasses and dampers will be extinguished, but not completely. Wait for the grenade to be thrown. Hear screams, stand up so that you can barely look over the top step. Quickly, according to the positions fixed by the "worm", work out with a laser. To see how the machine gunner characteristically clenched his hands, to fall on the steps. Hear a booming pop and feel a piece of something sticky. Skin to understand that Soga did not have time, but the machine gunner still fired the trigger. Get up, finish off the remnants, enter the waiting room along with the rest of the fighters who have run in. Fifteen seconds of time.A furious scream that the dampeners cannot contain. This is Marv. Slowly reloading ancient lasrifles hit the assault cuirass, do not pierce. And phlogiston didn't even think of turning off. Plasma walks along the walls, the dilapidated armor of th

Location : Old City.Location: Stanton Furnished Rooms.Time : Wednesday, 22-25The locker room greeted Ernest with the stench of stale sweat and tobacco smoke. The department met him as if he had returned from the other world. And when A.N. showed the audience a “small bead”, and they began to swing it at all. They threw me on my back and began throwing me into the air, accompanying the action with hoots and approving interjections. Mostly unprintable.- Kill me, damn it! - All that remained was for Ernest to yell, flying up to the ceiling and listening to the laughter and disapproving whispers of Agni Corp bureaucrats.“Not today, boss, not today!” someone answered. There was nothing to be said against this argument.When, finally, someone was lowered under the click of opening cans of warm (refrigerator was not included in the equipment of the locker room) beer, it took some time to return to the sinful earth. And jubilant, and flying.A.N. reminded me of Jimmy Two Steps head. Lenn

Location : Old City.Location: Stantor's tenement house.Time : Tuesday, 07-25. Four months from the arrival of the candidate. Spring season.The alarm clock sounded like hellish bells after a stormy night. Ernest desperately did not want to get up, get dressed and go somewhere. But the hidden discipline made itself felt. So he got up. Cursed. He leaned against the wall, for a moment admiring the long female leg hiding under the covers. I sighed. Agnett will not be offended by the lack of attention. But the work, even though the work is unloved, is still offended. And the redhead will not leave the apartment until she kicks the owner of the apartment out of the door.Although the degree of management of Ernest, like everything else in this city, was very conditional.- What's on the street? the sitting redhead muttered sleepily. With a chaotic gesture, she tries to make her hair at least combed away from the eyes.“Rain,” Ernest said softly, spreading the two slats of the blinds with