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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
Organization 28
Location : Underbelly.Location : Unknown.Time : Tuesday, 18-42Consciousness returned very slowly. Someone was rummaging through Ernest's pockets, cursing. Pulled off the coat entirely. A fleeting thought came to him about the fine pipe left in his inner pocket. Finally, swearing at the detective's weight, weak hands stuffed him into some kind of ladle covered with frozen concrete splashes."I'm not sure if that's a great idea," said a familiar voice that lacked any sympathy. And even more so - cloying and fawning, which A.N. he fed along with the female a few hours earlier. Mr Allen. Himself. Grieving father.Tim, this is a great idea. The web is flooded with rain forecasts. The corpses of this couple will be carried into the River. When the bosses miss them, they will already swim to the reservoir.Or the landings. You don't know exactly where the spillway is, do you?- Not. But the Light One knows, and he informed.Well, if it's light...“Damn sweet couple,” Ernest tried to moan.
Organization 29
Location : Underbelly.Location : Unknown.Time : Tuesday, 19-20The group walked for ten minutes. The passage did not turn anywhere, although sometimes Ernest noticed not very noticeable doors to some rooms. Finally, Anton stopped in front of one of them and grinned noticeably. Approached A.N. noticed the black trim on the door.- This is it?- Yes. - said the security guard, opened a hatch. Calmly met the access panel, put his hand. I wasn't surprised when the door opened automatically.Ernest expected to see a secret room inside, equipped for rest and rearmament. But I was disappointed to see only a niche filled with equipment, albeit a deep one. Anton silently pulled out five light bulletproof vests, two first-aid kits, the same number of box-shaped shotguns, bandoliers and laspistols.— Silencer? For a shotgun?"Otherwise you'll go deaf." I'm glad you don't have to explain your lack of lasrifles.“Not an idiot,” A.N. grinned.- What about us? the girl said