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Organization 12
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
Organization 13
Zhilodin Valkua, an auditor of thirty-three standard years, left the house last night for a business meeting in the central Soap Factory and still has not returned. Miss Valkua has been repeatedly noted by our highly respected Hosts, she has a child and an asakka dependent. If you have seen or heard anything about her, please let us know!!!The owner of the shop, an elde
Organization 14
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
Organization 15
Location : Soap factories.Location : Former stronghold "9-13".Time : Wednesday, 18-25It was Ernest's longest sideways flight. Not counting the explosion of a land mine under an infantry fighting vehicle a year ago and a match with a neighboring yard, where A.N. stood at the gate. Fifteen years ago. But this one, perhaps, took the details. The jump came out spectacular and long - it feels like all three meters. Yellow city dust got into all the cracks, mouth and eyes. Was it worth it? Undoubtedly.The explosion of plasma scattered a couple of "sons", and the rest of the fighters, with long-familiar movements, stole from the bisector, to the walls. Ernest dodged behind some debris that had landed close to him after the explosion. The idea was rather stupid - a piece of concrete hid only his head and shoulders, but the squad leader did not care.After all, the open area was openly poured with fire. The protective shutters on the windows on either side of the entrance were thrown back,
Organization 16
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
Organization 17
Location : New City.Location: AgniCorp Security Headquarters.Time : Wednesday, 19-48.Two hover platforms brought two full compartments. The commanders laconicly requested data on the clash and control over the reconnaissance biobot. Ernest didn't mind. He spent the time before the arrival of reinforcements piped and fussing over Sogi's body. It was A.N. took the liberty of sealing her body in plastic. Forever - after all, it was definitely necessary to bury her in a closed coffin.Francois waited for the armored personnel carrier, gathered his people, briefly said goodbye - and left. Ernest consulted colleagues for some time, and smoked again. I stuck to the moping squad, forced to collect trophies. Convinced that he himself began to mope, he joined. There were so many trunks that one room was littered with them almost to the waist. I had to ask for a favor from my colleagues.What was still in abundance at the former base of the “sour” was drugs. Phase bags. Boxes of pencils. Good
Organization 18
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
Organization 19
Location : New City.Location: The operational base of the Agni Corp security service.Time : Wednesday, 22-31Landing page : Business BulletinTitle : Drug Den ClosedHost Approved : yesAccording to our informed sources, last Thursday was marked by the closure of another place serving for the distribution and use of illegal drugs. Thanks to the vigilance of ordinary charters, the Ao_Ao Group security assault party was able to stop the death trade.Four individuals were arrested, three of which are human. The genostatus of the fourth, as well as gender, age and some other issues are not reported for reasons of investigative secrecy.Recall that the illegal sale of narcotic substances is punishable by disciplinary work of the first degree for up to twenty-six years.Sverige was the first to come and now he calmly flipped through the net. He smelled slightly of beer, but Kuste didn't see any problem in what was happening. Knowing the old wolf, he probably sipped a drink with the person