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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
Organization 46
Location : Old City.Location: Men's club "Igni"Time : Thursday, 22:34."If you're taking a suspect to a brothel, then I'm afraid for your wife," Laeras finally muttered. His first words since Ernest lifted him off the ground.They sat in a confidential office on the third floor. A.N. I just wanted to get off the street to a place that was not subject to quick searches - and found it in the form of a familiar establishment. The guards, of course, were not delighted with the mediator's bloody jacket. The biogel has already worked - only pink scars remained from abrasions and cuts. The clothes were cleaned by a familiar cleaning boy, receiving another fifty marks. A similar dachshund at Igni wouldn't work, but a stack of tokens did quite well for a pass.In Besilne so often - as long as there is money, all doors are open to you, regardless of presentability. Especially - for the Charterers without luggage that openly violates the laws. And the backpack with the most illegal part of the
Organization 47
Location : Old City, embankment.Location: Profitable house "Tenth berth".Time : Friday, 03:50.The passage of the key-card along the groove did not cause an explosion, the release of poisoned darts, or other picture-deadly phenomena. The main lock clicked, after pressing the hidden recessed button, the auxiliary one also clicked. Upholstered in long-tarnished copper, she leaned slightly towards Ernest. He first walked with a crappy "monocle" through the space behind the door, did not see anything definite.At the far wall, a volume of biomaterial, close in composition to the human, was visible. But there was not enough of him, so the shit flowing through the pipes to the utilizer was more likely than a person. It could be a cordula, but a cordula recognizes even the most primitive scanner. Unless the drug cartel got its first langus killer.A.N. crossed the threshold. He listened, he looked, and most importantly, he sniffed. The smell always gave out better than disturbed dust, and
Organization 48
Location: Landing Archipelago.Location: Giraffe Neck IslandTime : Friday, 01:50Barry made the most of his emna-infused combat body. Maneuvering between the few land-paying mobiles, he ran straight to the first pier. He held back the urge to jump into the water right there, turned left and ran all the way to a bend in the river. There, closer to the opposite shore, lay the northernmost, small island from the Landing group. Too narrow and too swampy for anything to be built on.But overgrown with small shrubs, with the ruins of a mansion. In which was the last unopened cache of the merry fellow Dimmy. He really wanted to retire. But I didn't, ha.The downpour caught Lean in the middle of the river. Chemistry in the blood seethed, making it difficult to get hypothermia. And, of course, get under the propellers of ships passing by. In every distant hum of Barry's clapping his arms wide, there were biobots flying over his soul. And in every dissatisfied snort of the urdaleb, who came ou
Organization 49
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Eighth Highest, 45Time : Wednesday, 19:35. Six months two weeks from the date of arrival of the Candidate. Autumn season.The old city had long seemed dilapidated to Ernest, sometimes not very attractive, but on the whole a fairly decent and smoothed fragment of the past. Well, the one where there are not nine, but four races in the City, and people have just received the rights of charters. Inclusions like Besilny and Pierce only emphasized how much the Old City did not care about the flow of life in the universe. However, perhaps, A.N. has not been to such corners of the region yet.Although the outer building, covering the courtyard from the side of the street, looked relatively decent (not a single broken window is already an achievement), the state of the "inside" reminded Ernest of some plundered settlements. Moreover, they were plundered after a good bombardment. At the nearest to A.N. the end wall of the house collapsed (judging by
Organization 50
Location : New CityLocation: Legionnaires Avenue 31aTime : Wednesday, 21:40.Finally, all icons changed color to green. Everything is ready for communication. It only remained to wait for the curator. Finally, after three small sips (there was a long conversation and one mug of beer ahead), a signal rang out. Ernest combed his hair, settled himself comfortably. However, the curator's head never appeared. But suddenly a cheerful voice appeared. Female. Young. But unfamiliar.- You can drag a bottle, I'm not a Battle and I'm calm about alcohol.- What about tobacco? - found A.N.“Put yourself all you want,” the girl sighed, as if rolling her eyes.- Have we met? Ernest raised an eyebrow. He went over in his memory all the scraps of voices and associations associated with the Lair, but he could not find an analogy.- Not at all. I'm Marie, your new curator. And you understand, I know all your ins and outs.“I hope you don’t have a list of my exes,” A.N. blurted