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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
Organization 30
They don't bloom on the surface. - the "dark" grumbled and discharged the laser into the floor. It was the girl, who opened her eyes and looked at the light with fascination, gasped and hid again. The crawling conspirators froze. - Knit the captives, otherwise they have already begun to crawl away. I'm more concerned not with the presence of a tree in the dungeon, but with how much it grew.— And how much? It doesn't seem big.- For such a height, twenty years, no less. And my people checked the exit a year ago. When they started to prepare for the operation.“That means they were actively watering,” A.N. muttered, jerking the prisoner muttering curses to his feet. Extremely familiar. If you put a touchingly mournful expression on this bald head...“Here’s the thing,” Anton drawled doubtfully, “they should have been watered with something like blood.— Are you kidding?- Not. But I'm not exactly sure. The mechanism of tree growth is not very clear to human biologists.“It's just that
Organization 31
Location : Old townLocation : Agni Corp Security B-8 StrongholdTime : Tuesday, 21-42Nobody stopped him. And the laughs faded away. It was from what. The sight of the detective, covered in blood and carrying the corpse of a giant centipede on his shoulder, will knock anyone out of a playful mood. Ernest jabbed his middle fingers several times, could not restrain himself. But for the rest he remained calm until the captain's office. It was there that he tossed the cordula onto the table. Directly on the data-slates, without much understanding of their importance.Wazaf's face took on a delicate shade of purple, half in rage, half in disgust. He could only squeeze out:- It...— Cordul. The one we've been looking for for so long. On his conscience six contract killings and at least one accidental. As well as a double attempt on the life of a security officer and at least one double attempt on the life of a Charter member."Evidence," the captain said hoarsely, trying his hardest to pu
Organization 32
Location : WastelandsLocation: Lair, exact location unknown.Time : Tuesday, 24:12The creak of a pen, the rustle of archaic paper. Deaf strokes of the press. Ordinary bureaucratic sounds, almost forgotten by this world. Even now they were almost drowned out by the rustling of the artificial waterfall behind them. The Third Master did not like the departure of life into Digital. Enjoyed the benefits of progress, but still created an "air gap" between documents. Just in case.But real-time tracking Radim could not afford such a whim. Coffee, some holoscreens. Virtual keyboard, real keyboard, augmented reality glasses. A stack of highly secure data-slates. A pack of coffee, a few protein snacks. And a spare in case of emergency - an almost untouched pack of cigarettes. Radim smoked only five cigarettes in his seven years at the Organization. And everything is right at the workplace.The current situation did not belong to those that need to be seasoned with the bitterness of tobacco. J
Organization 33
"Kael Zerbe," the master's richly ornamented mask turned slightly to one side.I didn't expect you to show up so early.“I was attracted by the rumors about the newfound Tree. You didn't mean to cut it down, did you?“No way,” Anton answered sincerely, remembering the first time the radiance had fascinated him.“Right,” said the stranger. He stepped closer, pulled out a lean limb from a shapeless dark cloak. - The person who raised this tree. He found the rare position of the stars. One of hundreds of thousands. He got lucky."I... at your service, sir," Allen murmured, crouching closer. But he stopped when he felt Zerbe's burning gaze. And even crawled back a little.- We need to expand this room. Restrict access to the uninitiated. Small shrine. Yes. sincere.The security guards didn't interfere. Skane received a short text order from the officer on the snail. Silently advanced to the opening and froze like a statue. No one was supposed to interfere with the conversation. Even if it