Location : Old townLocation : Agni Corp Security B-8 StrongholdTime : Tuesday, 21-42Nobody stopped him. And the laughs faded away. It was from what. The sight of the detective, covered in blood and carrying the corpse of a giant centipede on his shoulder, will knock anyone out of a playful mood. Ernest jabbed his middle fingers several times, could not restrain himself. But for the rest he remained calm until the captain's office. It was there that he tossed the cordula onto the table. Directly on the data-slates, without much understanding of their importance.Wazaf's face took on a delicate shade of purple, half in rage, half in disgust. He could only squeeze out:- It...— Cordul. The one we've been looking for for so long. On his conscience six contract killings and at least one accidental. As well as a double attempt on the life of a security officer and at least one double attempt on the life of a Charter member."Evidence," the captain said hoarsely, trying his hardest to pu

"Kael Zerbe," the master's richly ornamented mask turned slightly to one side.I didn't expect you to show up so early.“I was attracted by the rumors about the newfound Tree. You didn't mean to cut it down, did you?“No way,” Anton answered sincerely, remembering the first time the radiance had fascinated him.“Right,” said the stranger. He stepped closer, pulled out a lean limb from a shapeless dark cloak. - The person who raised this tree. He found the rare position of the stars. One of hundreds of thousands. He got lucky."I... at your service, sir," Allen murmured, crouching closer. But he stopped when he felt Zerbe's burning gaze. And even crawled back a little.- We need to expand this room. Restrict access to the uninitiated. Small shrine. Yes. sincere.The security guards didn't interfere. Skane received a short text order from the officer on the snail. Silently advanced to the opening and froze like a statue. No one was supposed to interfere with the conversation. Even if it

Mr. Marv very rarely got into fights. Few were ready to fight on equal terms with an almost two-meter attack aircraft. Especially - seeing traces of chewing cordula on the chin. But the fellows who entered the fray followed the call of the member, not the head. That is why they turned their attention to the near, and not distant drunkards. And that's why Hans now, with a snapping blow of the okapi neuroshocker, caused screams of the purest, bestial horror from the brute who came to the rescue, while Marv continued to swing his fists, reminiscent of ancient pneumatic hammers. And Ernest...Take advantage of the distraction of the opponent, take him by the breasts and smash his forehead on the head. Hear a crunch and something hot pouring down your forehead. Let go of a falling opponent, understand that help is not required. Uppercut on the slowly rising "bull", without waiting for the fall, finalize with the left. Lubricate the blow, lubricate another one. Turn over the fallen opponent

Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Men's club "Igni", lane 15b, house 35. Third floor.Time : Tuesday, 19-02.The tokala came together very quickly. Ernest gave credit for not dressing so quickly while on patrol. Even on alarm. A short kiss, blocking the room, the elevator. Office "three hundred and twelve", conditional knock. Slightly open gap. Unshaven and wrinkled face.Johnny, it's me. There is... a person who wants to see you.“He wants and wants, I don’t care, I have a business meeting,” the dealer snapped and tried to close the door. However, Ernest's boot was already in the gap.- Buddy, I have a pass to the world of business meetings, - he said heartily and pulled the "bead" into the light of day. Johnny Bennet thought for a moment, then opened the door.- Come in. Isabella will stay outside.“As you say,” A.N. shrugged his shoulders.The office on the third floor looked much more modest. But only at first glance. Furniture - less noisy colors, there is a table and seve

Location : an opening between the Soap Factory and the Insectarium.Location: The area of ​​the bar "Last Dust".Time : Tuesday, 22-34The hover-platform landed far away from Last Dust, shielded from it by the descending darkness and idiotically standing by a separate wall. Probably left over from the first attempt to populate the opening and the carnage that followed. Ernest finally gave a blow with a shocker to the wholesaler, said a short goodbye. And he moved towards the buildings, almost dragging the emne wholesaler on his back. After some agreed time, the security guards took off without turning on the identification beacon. One could only hope that not a single prying eye would be found in this network of bushy ruins.On the other hand, the “Sons” were not idiots. It is unlikely that they protruded from the doors, and outwardly the truck is an ordinary carrier of goods, of which there are thousands in the City. And who will wander along the opening between the Soap factories an