Location : Wastelands.Location: Lair.Time : Thursday, 10-25The challenge came when Radim finally snatched a free hour and returned to his favorite analytics. A statistical bot, in principle, could autonomously process any uploaded information, could even highlight system anomalies. But non-system ones - only collect or write. For the rest, still, like three hundred, four hundred, five hundred and six hundred years ago, an analyst was needed.Here Radim was sitting and looking at the mosaic that was forming into the results. Who and where how much money spent. Electronic, physical. Human, urdaleb, and much more exotic. Even the "beads" fell into the field of view of the almighty program. Although they could not be tracked physically - but, falling into free circulation, they led to spasmodic activity, diverging like circles on water.And just now, someone in the Besilny area dropped a bead. The analyst reached for the holointerface to start calculating the probable portrait of the r

Location : Old City.Location: Beer "dead end".Time : Thursday, 14:22.First on the long list was Marv. The big man, even without armor and phlogiston, was a formidable combat unit. In addition, he had a rare sense of the crowd and place, thanks to which he was at home both in the Pits and in the most expensive institutions of the New City. Sometimes it seemed to Ernest that drag him into the occulatory - and Marv would calmly sip burning alcohol and carry on small talk.A child of the slums in the best sense of the phrase.A short code phrase - into the communicator. Minute of waiting. Dilution of coffee with cream. Five minutes of waiting. Muesli bar. Ten minutes. Opened can of mushroom soup concentrate. Fifteen minutes, encrypted response. Marv was ready for a meeting right now - and promised to bring one more person with him.Curious, Ernest caught on, who it could be. Lenny with his vehemence will ruin the case, and Alexander with his detachment will look suspicious. What can we

Location : Old City.Location: The vicinity of the Mirror Pond.Time : Thursday, 19:22.The three security guards attracted too much attention. We couldn't come up with a suitable disguise on the go, we had to improvise. Ernest and Heinrich bought backgammon at the first junk shop they came across. Heinrich had to learn to play on the go. Considering in the game that one die was missing. In addition, some chips have faded or darkened so much that their real color in the twilight was extremely difficult to make out.Marv, on the other hand, applied all the experience of living in the slums and pretended to be a sleeping tramp on a nearby bench. He lay down, hugged a backpack full of legal and not very legal weapons, covered himself with a cloak the size of a small tent. He closed his eyes, so that the black head merged with the cloak and the grayish wood of the bench. It came out pretty convincing. The passing patrol grimaced, but did nothing. The tariff plan of this microdistrict did

Location : Old City, embankment.Location: Profitable house "Tenth berth".Time : Friday, 03:50.The passage of the key-card along the groove did not cause an explosion, the release of poisoned darts, or other picture-deadly phenomena. The main lock clicked, after pressing the hidden recessed button, the auxiliary one also clicked. Upholstered in long-tarnished copper, she leaned slightly towards Ernest. He first walked with a crappy "monocle" through the space behind the door, did not see anything definite.At the far wall, a volume of biomaterial, close in composition to the human, was visible. But there was not enough of him, so the shit flowing through the pipes to the utilizer was more likely than a person. It could be a cordula, but a cordula recognizes even the most primitive scanner. Unless the drug cartel got its first langus killer.A.N. crossed the threshold. He listened, he looked, and most importantly, he sniffed. The smell always gave out better than disturbed dust, and

Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Eighth Highest, 45Time : Wednesday, 19:35. Six months two weeks from the date of arrival of the Candidate. Autumn season.The old city had long seemed dilapidated to Ernest, sometimes not very attractive, but on the whole a fairly decent and smoothed fragment of the past. Well, the one where there are not nine, but four races in the City, and people have just received the rights of charters. Inclusions like Besilny and Pierce only emphasized how much the Old City did not care about the flow of life in the universe. However, perhaps, A.N. has not been to such corners of the region yet.Although the outer building, covering the courtyard from the side of the street, looked relatively decent (not a single broken window is already an achievement), the state of the "inside" reminded Ernest of some plundered settlements. Moreover, they were plundered after a good bombardment. At the nearest to A.N. the end wall of the house collapsed (judging by