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OUTCAST 60
For almost a day, all the media in every galaxy broadcast a video of the sexual adventures of Lawrence Donnach, co-chairman of the Judicial Intergalactic Commission. From time to time they stopped the frame in order to zoom in to show the incoming strap-on, to demonstrate the politician's face disfigured by orgasm, the cheerful laughter of two girls - Tanya and Natasha in high leather boots with shiny long heels. Bright brunette and blonde, blushing and shouting, flashing in the frame with their juicy asses, drove their devices - one, clasping his head, into his mouth, the other from behind.The groans, laughter and phrases from this vidos instantly became ringtones and went to music in bloggers' videos. And the monitors, flickering and making noise with screensavers, continued to show how Tanya breaks Donnach, distraught with lust, trampling his back with his knee, a respected name, a political future, and to a heap, all moral principles, the authority of the Court and all intergalac
OUTCAST 61
The northern Carthians concentrated a whole brigade and all their artillery and helicopters on a mere 5 kilometers of front, bringing down this power on one single pass and two mountain slopes. In the morning, at first light, literally all types of weapons available to the attackers hit these two ill-fated mountains. It seemed that they would raze these mountains to the ground. The roar had been standing for several hours, the gorge, which was the gateway to the mountain range, was drowned in dust, smoke and incessant flashes from explosions of bombs, mines, and shells. The brigade stood, as in the Middle Ages, in close formation, accumulated in a solid mass of iron on a small patch and rumbled, puffed with fire. Anti-aircraft guns were drilled into impenetrable smoke, as if pants were being torn, machine guns chirped. The tanks stood in rows, shrouded in clouds of dust, loudly gasped with quick frequent volleys, the infantry flooded all the thickets of bushes and low forest plantatio
OUTCAST 62
Powell did not have his own deputy for security, but informally these duties were performed by Daniel Fogg. He was incredibly pleased, now sitting in front of the boss and reporting that he had dug up something about Volos, Lilith and their friends. In one of the conversations with Powell, they mentioned that they participated in some kind of archaeological excavations and called their professor, the head of the expedition, Fish, and the teachers Hare and Squirrel. Fogg unearthed that a professor with that nickname worked on the 4th planet In the Swans, and there all the teachers had urges from the natural world. And, indeed, students worked there and dug the dead city.Powell smiled, he knew this Fish, more precisely, Professor Belorybin from a young age, this is one of his students and, in a sense, followers. He left medicine for excavations. I found him on Skype and called:- Great, Ryba, have you had such people in the excavations in the last five years? “Powell tossed him picture
OUTCAST 63
President Trom not only agreed with the idea of camps for migrants in a cross-border zone under the auspices of intergalactic commissions, but also stated that he was ready to consider Bounty's specific proposals on the rights of LGBTQ people. The liberals, having lost their humanistic trumps, reduced the intensity of criticism of the current administration of the SGC, withdrew the impeachment and the shutdown. The protest rallies dispersed, no big blood was shed, Trom took the troops to the barracks, and the cops, having removed their shields and helmets, returned to patrolling the streets.The media rejoiced, praising the Bounty in every way - the expressions “Bounty Camps”, “Bounty Merciful” and “Bounty is the savior of migrants” were used. By itself, there was a general opinion that it was he who should now head the Judicial Intergalactic Commission instead of Donnach. There were no objections from anyone. Bounty soon appeared on the air from his 3rd D Cepheus, where from the of
OUTCAST 64
Hoth and his twelve thugs, all in black local police uniforms, briskly burst through the green doors and hurried down the gray carpet of the windowless corridor, lit by the dull light from the long lamps in the ceiling. Hot, shaved and trimmed, holding his hands on his belt, famously pulling his cap over his eyebrows, with an impudent smile loudly, laughing, addressed the dumbfounded three girls at the reception:- So, girls, get up, go out, line up at the wall - we prepare passports, medical books, - and looking down the stairs, he shouted to the guys in loincloths, - the boys are also going out to build, here, to the wall. Citizenship, registration, work permit?Former Antinarkom fighters stood up, some at the front door, some at the reception desk, the rest scattered - rummaging through tables, cabinets, refrigerators, tapping walls, looking under carpets, behind cabinets. The three of them went down the stairs with Hot to the black guys who were standing at the door to the basemen
OUTCAST 65
The glass doors rattled and fell down - the hooded boy accurately threw a heavy stone, the size of his head, a stone, the second one in the mask, with a crowbar, began to clean up the fragments sticking out of the door frames with a crowbar and a nasty rattle. Three men at that time were breaking through the window with a garbage container. Ringing and grinding, screeching and screaming were everywhere, the darkness was illuminated by the light of flashlights and mobile phones. The pogrom of the shopping center looked like a fun game, a team of rioters - about three hundred young people, mostly guys - broke doors and windows, breaking through the road. Behind them, a crowd of several thousand citizens raged and hooted, waiting for the passage to be broken, rooting for them, like at football.Behind the broken doors was a barricade hastily built by guards from cabinets and refrigerators. The guys with pieces of rebar in their hands rushed into the darkness, climbing over piles of boxes
OUTCAST 66
The strikes of the strategic complexes spread like fireballs, covering the western region of Balmant, where a power plant, a processing plant, communications centers, a cosmodrome and an airfield were concentrated. The strategic bombers of the enemy swam like red swallows on the monitor to the west and the center of the city. The air defense systems exploded with salutes, blue sparks flew up, several bombers were shot down, but most of them got where they wanted. Bomb boxes rained down on industrial areas, residential areas and the City. The boxes burst at a height of about a kilometer, throwing hundreds of heavy bombs into an area up to a square kilometer. The entire center of the metropolis dazzlingly flashed, became like an incandescent lamp, then wrapped in a crimson scarf, then a black bag.Air defense did not sleep, red swallows sometimes exploded and disappeared, but the deed was done. The city and the most important industrial complex lay in ruins. Tens of thousands of people
OUTCAST 67
“Come tonight, after 8. So far, without a camera and operators - one. First, I would like to discuss in general what we can do, what to talk about,” Bounty told Wagner by phone. Wagner went to his house in a taxi, leafing through the tape of the Florence Pulse group on the social network. Users posted dozens of posts with terrible videos of a crush on the outskirts of the square, where yesterday the "messiah" met with the people and distributed food.The poor and the sick were bursting along the avenues and alleys to the temple, in the frame there were trampled children and old people. The police worked hard, guarding everyone with sticks. At the ambulances, doctors dealt with hundreds of crippled people. There was blood on the pavement, on the hoods of cars, stretchers with several bodies lay in a row, their heads covered with sheets. None of the media did not let "it" on the air. Wagner cursed himself with the last words that he spent the entire time of the event next to the Bounty