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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
Organization 23
Location : Saburbia number 2.Location : The neighborhood of the public center "Valdor".Time : Tuesday, 11-10Ernest spent fifteen long minutes justifying to the dispatchers the need to call an expert team. I did not wait for understanding or superiors and with a clear conscience got in touch with the central base. There, the phrase “the case interested the owners” reacted much faster. The arrival of the specialists was expected in fifteen minutes. The first of which passed in silence, so that Ernest calmly filled his pipe. Lighted up. And he heard the question of Nakht:- What are you going to do next, if not a secret?"It's rude to use your help." Interview as many witnesses as possible.“Oh no, my friend,” Hans-Ove laughed softly, “I’m here for the next three hours, nothing more. I still need to rush to the Soap Factory to make a rustle.A.N. shrugged.- Then find the girlfriends of the untimely deceased. And pick up the rumors. If it works out, of course.- Will it work? Even so.