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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.
Organization 24
Few parents will calmly let their daughter of the age of consent go to such a place.After the eighth story in the same way, Ernest expressed displeasure and clarified the task: it was necessary to tell something that the ordinary Allen neighbors did not really know. The first few times he received only stupid stories about unrequited love. Stupid - and all the more truthful, I had to write down the names in a notebook. And then there were rumors of varying degrees of veracity.One guy approaching working age reported that the Allens were obsessed with success, and for this they lengthened the legs of Leslie, who stopped growing early. This was consistent with the traces of the operation and the model hobby, but more weakly with the rest. A few vague rumors spoke of a "daddy", a tall man dressed in black with long white (or blond) hair. He sometimes took the girl away, and always away from the saburbia.Some recounted third-hand gossip, to general laughter, that Leslie had gotten invo
Organization 25
Location : Saburbia number 2.Location : The neighborhood of the public center "Valdor".Time : Tuesday, 15-12Nakht departed five minutes later, quickly pressing down on his mug. Ernest - in fifteen. Only after the kebab has subsided in the stomach, and alcohol in the blood. Activate the communicator. Log in to the system of the local SB section. Check the list of detainees at night. To the deep surprise of the detective, the list was empty. Not a single whore. Not a single drunk. Not one damn pusher. Report on the trip to the scene of the murder, four reports on trifling calls. As if a large residential area turned out to be goodies.Funny.I had to spend a few minutes of time and call Officer Weeds. Remind him about the future purge. To hear a confusing explanation that the captain of the department, out of fright, began to clean up the database and stopped only at gunpoint from a representative of the internal security department. Cursing without hiding feelings. Get, finally, the