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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
Organization 34
Location : New City.Location: Bar "Two hundred and twenty"Time : Monday, 05-22. Five months from the arrival of the Candidate. Summer season.Ernest "turned on" at the most inopportune moment. Marv was already actively punching some dude in the face, and Lenny was trying to pull him away. He got hit on the head and got into a fight himself. Gasper and his casual companion, no matter how hard they tried, could not hide the shock. However, like Hans-Ove Nacht, Ernest's colleague in the operations department. Yes, this part of the group could rarely get involved in a banal tavern fight.How did this supremely strange company end up in this establishment? Very simple. Tavern in the Old City, bad news, random calls to contacts. Join Jacques Gaspard, who is resting nearby, to drop Nakhta about a promising business. And now the company is diluted. Two stormtroopers, two detectives and a lawyer. Sounds like the name of a stupidly primitive anecdote, but what can you do.When two stormtroope
Organization 35
Mr. Marv very rarely got into fights. Few were ready to fight on equal terms with an almost two-meter attack aircraft. Especially - seeing traces of chewing cordula on the chin. But the fellows who entered the fray followed the call of the member, not the head. That is why they turned their attention to the near, and not distant drunkards. And that's why Hans now, with a snapping blow of the okapi neuroshocker, caused screams of the purest, bestial horror from the brute who came to the rescue, while Marv continued to swing his fists, reminiscent of ancient pneumatic hammers. And Ernest...Take advantage of the distraction of the opponent, take him by the breasts and smash his forehead on the head. Hear a crunch and something hot pouring down your forehead. Let go of a falling opponent, understand that help is not required. Uppercut on the slowly rising "bull", without waiting for the fall, finalize with the left. Lubricate the blow, lubricate another one. Turn over the fallen opponent
Organization 36
Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Men's club "Igni", lane 15b, house 35.Time : Tuesday, 19-12.Ernest was a bad smoker. He smoked his pipe in twenty minutes at the most, rarely forty. Experienced pipe lovers only snorted at A.N.'s frantic consumption of tobacco, and right now the detective understood them. He ended business conversations too quickly, quickly found the right address and reached. Not that there was too much time - but A.N. preferred to wait first, and only then dive into the thick of things. The classic precautions (loops around the neighborhood, "random" cuts, a special program checking for repeating faces) did not take long, so all that remained was to buy the only local street food - another "kabanos" in a bun - and smoke. And the pipe Ernest A.N. smoked too fast.Landing Page : Ordinary OldCaption : Preacher attacks brothelHost Approved : yesLast night, Joseph Conrad, a neo-Catholic missionary, attempted a religious procession around the Tiny Men's Club.