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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
Organization 20
Location : Old City.Location: Stantor's tenement house.Time : Tuesday, 07-25. Four months from the arrival of the candidate. Spring season.The alarm clock sounded like hellish bells after a stormy night. Ernest desperately did not want to get up, get dressed and go somewhere. But the hidden discipline made itself felt. So he got up. Cursed. He leaned against the wall, for a moment admiring the long female leg hiding under the covers. I sighed. Agnett will not be offended by the lack of attention. But the work, even though the work is unloved, is still offended. And the redhead will not leave the apartment until she kicks the owner of the apartment out of the door.Although the degree of management of Ernest, like everything else in this city, was very conditional.- What's on the street? the sitting redhead muttered sleepily. With a chaotic gesture, she tries to make her hair at least combed away from the eyes.“Rain,” Ernest said softly, spreading the two slats of the blinds with
Organization 21
- How can I help? Ernest exploded from his workplace. The authorities waved their hand patronizingly. As always, regardless of the crappiness of the task.“Oh, Ernest, you have already done enough to cast you in gold,” A.N. thought gloomily, better than just pouring on me. “You see, we are faced with a certain problem.“Listen,” Ernest crossed his fingers, waiting for another story about a nammung running into the basement or a cat of elite varieties pierced by an asakku thorn.- You see ... - Vazaf trustingly leaned over the littered workplace of A.N. Ernie, we have a problem. Our residents from the "green" area are filing mass statements about a wandering killer.Ernest winced. But - only in thoughts. He extremely hated it when someone called him familiarly, but tried not to show it. Just in case."Is that really the killer?" he inquired as casually as possible. - Civilians tend to see at least a rabid joser in every shadow, and only then it turns out that we are talking about a doz
Organization 22
Location : Old City.Location: Agni Corp. Security Base B12. armored.Time : Tuesday, 10-25.Ignoring the quiet chuckles behind him, Ernest quickly walked to his corner. I made sure that the lock on the backpack was intact, but still checked. Indeed, on top is a rag covered with Nammung slime. They didn’t have time to shove it deeper, and it’s good - the second valve didn’t let blood through, didn’t let this one through either. With a stone face and a rag in his pocket A.N. left, and already at the exit he quietly threw a rag into the hood of one of the most annoying detectives.“Gods, childhood is in the ass,” grumbled Ernest, leaving the department. "Like there's nothing to do."Landing : Black sheet.Title : Another kill by a sniperHost Approved : yesSimple room. Foam concrete, two leather armchairs. The presenter in a leather jacket, unblinking, looks at the camera.— Good evening, dear viewers. First, let's welcome our regular sponsors - Olevka, Comrade
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Epilogue
Location: Landing Archipelago.Location: Giraffe Neck IslandTime : Friday, 01:50Barry made the most of his emna-infused combat body. Maneuvering between the few land-paying mobiles, he ran straight to the first pier. He held back the urge to jump into the water right there, turned left and ran all the way to a bend in the river. There, closer to the opposite shore, lay the northernmost, small island from the Landing group. Too narrow and too swampy for anything to be built on.But overgrown with small shrubs, with the ruins of a mansion. In which was the last unopened cache of the merry fellow Dimmy. He really wanted to retire. But I didn't, ha.The downpour caught Lean in the middle of the river. Chemistry in the blood seethed, making it difficult to get hypothermia. And, of course, get under the propellers of ships passing by. In every distant hum of Barry's clapping his arms wide, there were biobots flying over his soul. And in every dissatisfied snort of the urdaleb, who came ou
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Location : Old CityLocation: Stanton Furnished Rooms.Time : 14:44. Thursday.I haven't felt this bad in a long time.I've been in bed for five days now. Plast. I go out to the nearest shop for beer and soup concentrate. From any solid food - vomiting. Especially if it is with the aroma of the sea or seafood.I was also glad, idiot, that they didn’t put a bomb in my neck. It would be better to sew.How do you want to take a break sometimes? Well, you know it. Bitterness somewhere in the region of the cephalothorax. Coffee does not give strength. You lie in bed and think about everything that you lied to. Better to die than to live like this. White handkerchiefs, varnished coffin. Lamentations of the former.So, this is all complete nonsense. Parents, of course, if you have any, will not stint on a good house, in which their blood will lie. But believe me, an old visitor to the funeral of suicides - if the former appear on the mortal field, they behave more qui
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75
Location : WastelandsLocation: Lair.Time : 11-54. Monday.The guards stood at a respectful distance from the atrium. No one was to disturb the two men in their conversation. Especially when one is an ippie, and the second is a Master who burns him. Katerina, assistant to the all-powerful leader, frantically endured meetings and politely refused visitors. And she prayed that the Third would come out of the fenced corner with the waterfall in his usual icy calm.Because she knew perfectly well what a one-eyed leader in a bad mood is capable of. If anyone were in Nick's place, they would most likely go to a special block of the Lair. From which no one came out by himself.Outwardly, the ippie was impenetrably calm. No, of course, the dressing did not give him any pleasure. Yes, and he perfectly remembered the worst days of his career, one of which was not so long ago. Today is not even close to them. After all, no one from the Organization died. Still, Nick hadn't seen the Third in suc
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74
Location : New City.Location: Port area.Time : Sunday, 19:23.Ernest moved calmly. A twitchy person always raises questions. Calm and knowing what to do (even if it is filled with vomit and blood) - no. The candidate resolutely moved towards the snow-white "waffle iron", the first one he met on the way. He raised his hand, wondering who would dare to take it in this form. He was surprised at the sight of a cab diving right in front of him. The side window did not open (safety is paramount), but a friendly voice came from the speaker:- Buddy, give me a lift? I have all-weather seats, at least dry your ass!- Can you smoke inside? Ernest inquired lazily. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now.“Any whim for your glitters, mate. And if you pay with “beads”, then at least I’ll pick up a girl raging with boredom at the Token.“Then to Besilnya, street of the third Highest, house 24,” Ernest decided and climbed into a cab. In Besilna, he had a wretched apartment bought according to a
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73
Location : Old CityLocation: Smiling BuddhaTime : Sunday, 17:14Ernest pretended to think. The data from the sleuth biobot flooded his snail. So far, on the first floor, there are only eight “bulls” around it in a semicircle. And three more are on the way. There could not have been a better moment. He tipped the wine down his throat and set the glass down.“Then now,” he said calmly.“I hope you haven’t smoked for the last hour,” Lemai chuckled. - I don't like tobacco smoke. Physically nauseous.“Not at all,” the candidate smiled broadly.Approach the scary woman. Take a look from top to bottom. To see a slight triumph in the eyes of Lemay, who threw back her head. Gently touch your head with your fingers. Kiss, remembering a thousand kinds of poison, slightly surprised at Lemay's activity. Activate routertier. Insert a blade into the white throat of a "respected merchant". Jump back, noticing genuine surprise on the face of Danielle, who is clamping a wide wound. Hear hysterical:"
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72
Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Lane 13a, building 35Time : Saturday, 20:41“No,” Ernest muttered in disgust.- Well, he could become another victim if he drank poisoned beer.“That’s why I don’t drink with strangers,” A.N. lied. and vowed to stop. Speaking of strangers. Recently I was in Malaya Besilna. And imagine, they began to read predictions to me there."Oh," asked Hildur. - Do you remember the name? Some prophets are popular on the net, I can tell you about the accuracy of their forecasts.- Surname Kenard, and the name of some ... meat.- Meat?- Well, Kebabus, or Roll, or Sausages ...Jonsdottir laughed again.— Ruland? - Ernest shook his head positively and waved to the bartender - pour another one. And when he returned his head, he realized: the girl suddenly raised her blue eyes and stuck her unblinking gaze at the candidate. If so, then you should take his words more seriously. Sometimes, for general development, the "masters" give him the insides of impaled cr
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71
Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Lane 13a, building 35Time : Saturday, 20:20.Ernest found this bar by accident. Once, almost in a past life, he went to Igni after a case. The denouement there had a frankly brown aftertaste (not chocolate), and the detective wanted to unwind. Dry cleaning, as damned Lemay rightly pointed out, could remove external dirt. For the rest, wise people came up with something else. Snooker, alcohol and corrupt women. A palliative who has repeatedly removed burnout syndromes. It was to him that A.N. decided to apply while watching a smart automaton clean the traces of blood from an innocent victim from a random gunfight from his trench coat. Marlin gang, racketeering case. Old city, spring season.However, that evening he was still really lucky. First, he calculated his meager savings and decided to spend some crowns on a beer at a random bar. Anything is better than a few tokens - at Igni. The brothels were as good as the spaceports at making money o
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70
Location : Old CityLocation: Smiling BuddhaTime : Saturday, 17:21.Ernest relaxed and reached for his glass. He knew perfectly well that nervous bandits (even if they were packaged in the "guise" of the security service) could do stupid things. Perhaps Daniel Lemay will tug at his old-wheat curl, twist his mouth (admitting a couple of wrinkles on his smooth face) and scold them for screwing up the deal. But the candidate will lie in the middle of a tasteless interior and spoil the carpet with his liquids. From such a distance and with such a number of trunks, the carapace is unlikely to save.Therefore, take a small sip of wine. Refrain from blowing out the entire glass at once. Still, it is quite possible that the twitching, dumb-headed bighead with a plasma pistol is just an element of the entourage. Still, Lemay loves to bring his guests to a nervous tick. Quietly put the glass on the tablecloth. Smile into cold eyes.“Mrs. Lemay,” A.N. began softly, “some
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69
Location : New CityLocation: Newlow, level 3bTime : Friday, 20:24Krzysztof Boltzmann hesitated. The candidate noticed that the conversation had touched something unsettling in the fat man. An old humiliation pacified by complacency and a hefty security deposit. But, fortunately, the lover of watchmaking did not possess oratory.— What a stupid question, Sir Ernest...“Krzysztof,” the candidate interrupted softly, his eyes flashing. - Please reply.“Okay, okay…” The pawnshop scratched the back of his head. - After the first, yes, there were several unpleasant incidents. Ordinary punks and "bulls" who somehow learned about the "bead". I then reinforced the rear airlock and began to constantly carry a pistol. But after the second it was all very calm. Even the tax inspector, so that his Cordul devoured, did not visit more often than necessary.- I understood you. Well, Krzysztof. Your debt is closed.- Truth? the pawnbroker inquired incredulously.- Truth. How
