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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
Organization 40
Location : Old city.Location: Grenn's TavernTime : Tuesday, 24-28.When Ernest was a stormtrooper of the legendary 12th Guards Infantry Tercio, cuirassiers often hung around somewhere nearby. At the base or in hell, on a neighboring sector of the front or over the stretching lines of infantry on the march, but one way or another - nearby. A rather reckless character (apparently introduced along with a combat interface chip), coupled with a sudden appearance from somewhere in the sky and the same quick retreat, led to the appearance among the foot soldiers of the stable expression "cuirassier raid".The expression had several connotations. And now A.N., pouring large sips of hot beef (and, as a result, his stomach) with ice-cold beer, was raking the negative beer. Consequences, to be exact. Consequences of rage, light madness and damn strong passion.He did not return to his precinct. Ran immediately to the center. At the base, he immediately rushed to the head of the operations depa
Organization 41
Location : Wastelands.Location: Lair.Time : Thursday, 10-25The challenge came when Radim finally snatched a free hour and returned to his favorite analytics. A statistical bot, in principle, could autonomously process any uploaded information, could even highlight system anomalies. But non-system ones - only collect or write. For the rest, still, like three hundred, four hundred, five hundred and six hundred years ago, an analyst was needed.Here Radim was sitting and looking at the mosaic that was forming into the results. Who and where how much money spent. Electronic, physical. Human, urdaleb, and much more exotic. Even the "beads" fell into the field of view of the almighty program. Although they could not be tracked physically - but, falling into free circulation, they led to spasmodic activity, diverging like circles on water.And just now, someone in the Besilny area dropped a bead. The analyst reached for the holointerface to start calculating the probable portrait of the r
Organization 42
Location : New City.Location: Golsu office center.Time : Thursday, 11:22. Five months three weeks from the arrival of the Candidate. Autumn season.Ernest sat in the middle of the room. He was surrounded by a variety of construction debris covered with films, covered with a thick layer of yellowish dust. A last pathetic attempt by a bankrupt building owner to clean up the commercial space. He accepted regular cash from the operative without question. But with noticeable relief.Everyone wanted hot food. In any case, all of the people.Office nine hundred and thirteen was A.N.'s unloved hiding place. Two months ago, he sat in ambush in the dust for almost a week. A meeting of okapi smugglers and murky elements from the Pits was expected. A large batch of stick insect weapons passed from calm paws to extremely restless hands. Dangerous business for the City, in general. Against the background of the object of the transaction, such things as unhealthy eating, sleeping on rags and washi
Organization 43
Location : Old City.Location: Beer "dead end".Time : Thursday, 14:22.First on the long list was Marv. The big man, even without armor and phlogiston, was a formidable combat unit. In addition, he had a rare sense of the crowd and place, thanks to which he was at home both in the Pits and in the most expensive institutions of the New City. Sometimes it seemed to Ernest that drag him into the occulatory - and Marv would calmly sip burning alcohol and carry on small talk.A child of the slums in the best sense of the phrase.A short code phrase - into the communicator. Minute of waiting. Dilution of coffee with cream. Five minutes of waiting. Muesli bar. Ten minutes. Opened can of mushroom soup concentrate. Fifteen minutes, encrypted response. Marv was ready for a meeting right now - and promised to bring one more person with him.Curious, Ernest caught on, who it could be. Lenny with his vehemence will ruin the case, and Alexander with his detachment will look suspicious. What can we
Organization 44
Location : Old City.Location: Square "Vykva"Time : Thursday, 16:00.The next meeting was scheduled on the border of the Old and New City. Square near one of the few human monuments. It seems to be the founder of the New City, or a pioneer, or a diplomat, or a rare asshole. It is quite possible that the personality unknown to Ernest, imprinted in granite, was, so to speak, triune. All together and little by little. At all times, this happened all the time.Ernest sat down on the parapet that surrounded the monument. He mentally grimaced at the coldness of the stone, took out a notebook, and began awkwardly sketching the monument. Stupid conventional sign - with the skills of A.N. the sketch looked like the creation of a fashion artist, but certainly not a monument. However, he gave the result.“They say the monument emits radiation well. You shouldn't be sitting so close.“Any granite is phonite, don’t you know,” Ernest returned the password and looked up.The
Organization 45
Location : Old City.Location: The vicinity of the Mirror Pond.Time : Thursday, 19:22.The three security guards attracted too much attention. We couldn't come up with a suitable disguise on the go, we had to improvise. Ernest and Heinrich bought backgammon at the first junk shop they came across. Heinrich had to learn to play on the go. Considering in the game that one die was missing. In addition, some chips have faded or darkened so much that their real color in the twilight was extremely difficult to make out.Marv, on the other hand, applied all the experience of living in the slums and pretended to be a sleeping tramp on a nearby bench. He lay down, hugged a backpack full of legal and not very legal weapons, covered himself with a cloak the size of a small tent. He closed his eyes, so that the black head merged with the cloak and the grayish wood of the bench. It came out pretty convincing. The passing patrol grimaced, but did nothing. The tariff plan of this microdistrict did