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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
Organization 26
Location : Saburbia number 2.Location : Hart's Motel.Time : Tuesday, 16-10Drones recording the crime scene clicked too often, capturing the image in all possible spectra. Ernest rebuked one expert. He made me scan his skin and foreign biomaterial. He bowed and went out to smoke in the yard. There he was patiently awaited by Hans-Ove Nacht.- And what about your business? AN inquired mockingly, filling his pipe.“Small drug dealers can wait. Given what is happening, I will also be asked for my opinion on the case.- You do not believe me?“About the white cordula?” I will put it this way ... there are biomodifications that implant organic armor. Any color and any strength - if only the body could withstand and Monero were carried in your pocket.— Have you seen the "alphabet" under the window?She doesn't mean anything yet. Ernest, the results of the forensic examination will come in two and a half hours. Then we will talk about the presence or absence of a cordula.— Hans. Hans-Ove
Organization 27
Ernest cursed. He brought out a map of the city with a communicator. I realized that the "Kitten" is only a kilometer northwest. I asked the driver:“Look to see if there were hidden episodes on the same principle before.“Stop-stop-stop-stop,” the guy said. - I'm not your all-powerful curator from the old flat dramas. I don't have the capacity to comb through the entire homicide and economy database at the same time.- Then look for more details on those that are! Ernest barked and added a couple of strong expressions. Perr sighed and passed out.Ernest first switched to a trot. But not for long - the day turned out to be very long and full of running. Having somehow convinced himself that the coffee shop in its entirety would not run away, he, by an effort of will, switched to a slow walk. Others stopped at a store and bought a can of Troki. I drank it in a series of very small sips, crushed it. He carried it to the trash can and only then moved on. With all his might, he resisted t
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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
