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The filmmakers, all five of them, were sitting not far from Kloss's tent. It was amazing to feel with your asses how quickly the sand cools in the evening. Just hot, frying, and after fifteen minutes it is pleasantly warm, and after another fifteen minutes - chilling, drawing heat from the body, like a pump. The sun in these parts was setting quickly and it was getting dark just as quickly around. Crimson reflections on the horizon were already in a completely black sky, and in the battalion camp, lighting lanterns burned with juicy balls, searchlights searched the surroundings from the towers with tight white beams.There was an unusual bustle in the camp for this hour. Dinner was crumpled, the soldiers quickly choked on porridge and bread from plastic bowls right on the street, without going inside the dining room. They quickly washed down with tea, lined up and fled, another platoon ran in their place, huddled at the delivery window. The weapons hung on everyone's shoulder, or stuc
OUTCAST 36
Heavy trucks of the Guards hooked several of our buses and jerked them away, tearing them out of the chain. Two hundred equipped soldiers of the city guard went into the resulting rather wide passage, covering themselves with shields, rhythmically rattling rubber sticks against these shields. Rushed!The political, together with the ardat drug addicts, showed themselves steadfastly, not moving under the onslaught of the armored detachment. Clasping hands, they held the chain, the back ones held the front ones, the whole crowd yelled “Down with!”. The guards used sticks, the first blood flashed on someone's face, the chain broke, the people retreated a little, leaving five meters of empty space between themselves and the shields. The ultras of the blue-whites ripened to the place of the breakthrough, a cloud of cobblestones and bricks rained down on the soldiers. Stones banged against helmets with a clatter of bones, clinking loudly against shields. The guards backed a little, fans, po
OUTCAST 37
"Keep the line!" the politicals roared at each other in the crowd. "Hold the chain," the officers of the city guard yelled at their men. The formation of the police and the crowd of opposition put pressure on each other. Those who were in the first ranks already had a fright in their eyes, which were crawling from the effort on their foreheads, the back ones crushed with all heroism. Smoky streams of tear gas sprayed from behind the shields, people in the crowd bent over, hiding their faces with their hands, receded. The crowd slowly backed away, the guards poured into the vacated patch, in contrast to the gray mass of the guards, these in black were awesomely equipped. It seems that they will have a breakthrough direction here - they will cut the crowd, then they will cut it into pieces. They need to be distracted. I chatted Muscle to attack.On the right, Zartak's ultras were hurriedly lining up in a column of eight people opposite a loose chain of police, apparently hastily assembl
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Three minivans turned from the night highway into the forest to a country road, shook a little on the bumps and, turning off the headlights, drove into a moonlit clearing, and then carefully rolled between the trees, hiding among the darkness between the trunks and branches. Dismounted.Hot, and with him 12 fighters from the capture group of the Central Directorate of the Anti-Drug Committee of Krum, clubfoot, so as not to make noise with brushwood on the grass, silently went through the forest to where the lights of the estate were barely guessed. We went out to the edge of the trees, seeing a cottage in front of us, more precisely, almost a castle - three-story, with towers, surrounded by utility yards, a bathhouse, a swimming pool, garages and a long one-story house for servants.They cut off a couple of coils of barbed wire, dashed across the treadmill and pressed against the wall of the warehouse. In a squat, in single file so as not to stick out in the light from the windows, we
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Ratmir looked at the thickets around him and was surprised. He remembered the swamps as trees, but he had never had a chance to lie down like this, without being distracted by anything with his muzzle in the ground. The captain was waiting for the appearance of lavenders on the road and was amazed that he did not know about the existence of a whole separate universe of life from nature on this floor. Dozens of different forms of small insects swarmed among the roots, busy with pressing matters. It suddenly seemed to him that he did not see the difference between the flies, which he had previously considered disgusting and charming butterflies. Everyone here had a legal residence permit, friends and enemies, a mission.All these little bits of life climbed through the mud and grass stalks - also colorful and varied. Some stems stuck out powerfully, like a power line pylon, or a pillar of stability, firmly and solidly. Others - thin, shaking in even a small wind, intricately making thei
OUTCAST 40
Messages and pictures about the columns of troops and armored vehicles entering Marchand were pouring into the chat from everywhere. The night streets of the capital trembled under the weight of tanks, hummed under the wheels of heavy armored personnel carriers and trucks with soldiers. Battalion after battalion surrounded the area of the Cathedral from all sides, the infantry scattered over the floors of nearby buildings, located at the windows overlooking the square. The surrounding neighborhoods were cut off from the power supply and drowned in darkness. The square and the Cathedral were snatched out of the darkness by a sparkling spot of fire, and above it in the sky, cutting circles, several helicopters rumbled.Last night it looked like we won. Guards and city guards were in a stupor. Hammer with his political supporters, in groups of several hundred, rushed to expand the bridgehead, seize administrative buildings in the city center, block the main avenues, overturning police
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Vastu News was reporting from a drone from Al-Aranb, a city on the central highway of the Choban Valley, where nomads had broken into in the morning. Several houses were on fire, robbery was going on in the city, residents fled in different directions. Black smoke billowed from the mall, and dust swirled through the streets, kicked up by a swarm of jeeps. The broadcast was silent, but social networks were full of videos taken by participants in the events. In horror, residents posted how SUVs with machine guns were moving through the streets. Bearded haired men drove in jeeps directly into adobe huts, which one they liked, and broke into cabinets, climbed into basements, grabbed computers, household appliances, took them out and put them in trunks. Behind them, trucks with women and children drove into the streets, who ran home, raking out everything else - dishes, food, clothes, toys. They scoured the cellars and roofs in search of residents who did not have time to escape - they had
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I looked into the forward view camera. Unlike the simulation program in the "windows", there was real space here, this is how it looked like where I was flying. Gray ripples, not disturbed by anything. No objects, nothing but gray flickering gloom. Only in the lower right corner of this void is a running stream of numbers - the distance traveled, speed, coordinates, course parameters.The ripples were not in the cell, but in my eyes. There was a lump in the throat, nausea, all the time disturbing with the urge to vomit. His forehead hurt, heartbeats were hard to feel in all veins. I just started to come to my senses, at least I began to roughly understand where I am, what day it is ... I flew away from Belolessia, consider it automatically. Set a course to the side "to hell away." Well, at least all the batteries were charged before "everything".The shower did not help, it immediately felt sick there. Sleep didn't help. Instead of sleep, I fell into a resounding failure and only saw