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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.
Organization 37
Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Men's club "Igni", lane 15b, house 35. Third floor.Time : Tuesday, 19-02.The tokala came together very quickly. Ernest gave credit for not dressing so quickly while on patrol. Even on alarm. A short kiss, blocking the room, the elevator. Office "three hundred and twelve", conditional knock. Slightly open gap. Unshaven and wrinkled face.Johnny, it's me. There is... a person who wants to see you.“He wants and wants, I don’t care, I have a business meeting,” the dealer snapped and tried to close the door. However, Ernest's boot was already in the gap.- Buddy, I have a pass to the world of business meetings, - he said heartily and pulled the "bead" into the light of day. Johnny Bennet thought for a moment, then opened the door.- Come in. Isabella will stay outside.“As you say,” A.N. shrugged his shoulders.The office on the third floor looked much more modest. But only at first glance. Furniture - less noisy colors, there is a table and seve
Organization 38
Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Lane 16b, neighborhood of houses 45,47 and 49.Time : Tuesday, 19-02.The patrol biobot flew in and flew out after Francois' short lights-out. The arrival of the corpse truck was also delayed, so for now the “sons” wandered around the alley and finished off seriously wounded opponents who were unable to answer any questions. A.N. calmly listened to the dry pops, but the sight of the giants finishing off the arachnid with axes made him speak out. At least Hansu-Ove.“And it was you who told me something about intemperance,” Ernest grumbled, turning the wholesaler onto his back.“You,” Nacht grumbled, placing the disabled pusher against the wall. - Because we are lucky that you have a “bulldog” and not a “liverpool”, otherwise you would have blown his brain. Do you have a first aid kit?— No, where from?Hans-Ove sighed and pulled a syringe tube with a trunk out of his pocket.“Better take my set,” Guillaume grunted as he approached. - I have a c
Organization 39
Location : an opening between the Soap Factory and the Insectarium.Location: The area of the bar "Last Dust".Time : Tuesday, 22-34The hover-platform landed far away from Last Dust, shielded from it by the descending darkness and idiotically standing by a separate wall. Probably left over from the first attempt to populate the opening and the carnage that followed. Ernest finally gave a blow with a shocker to the wholesaler, said a short goodbye. And he moved towards the buildings, almost dragging the emne wholesaler on his back. After some agreed time, the security guards took off without turning on the identification beacon. One could only hope that not a single prying eye would be found in this network of bushy ruins.On the other hand, the “Sons” were not idiots. It is unlikely that they protruded from the doors, and outwardly the truck is an ordinary carrier of goods, of which there are thousands in the City. And who will wander along the opening between the Soap factories an