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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
Organization 52
Location : New CityLocation: Prospect Pervaya Rasa, 122Time : Thursday, 13:34The alarm clock worked like clockwork. I woke up for the first time, dutifully reacted to the postponement. He woke him up a second time, ten minutes later, and resolutely refused to turn off, infuriating the candidate with a different frequency sound. And when the adrenaline in the blood exceeded the norm for sleep, it abruptly turned off.A.N. with quiet curses somehow got out of bed. I trudged to the combine, started cooking chicken broth, pulled out a ready-made sandwich with smoked meats. He activated the coffee maker and dragged himself into the shower.Jacques Gaspard didn't get Ernest drunk. It's just that with each misunderstood item of the educational program he knocked over a glass. And there were too many of them, despite the fact that the lawyer bypassed the subtleties of etiquette and focused only on what should not be done categorically. As a result, A.N. pretty drunk. Although he upset alco
Organization 53
Place : Soap factoriesLocation: dusterTime : Thursday, 13:01A broker in a small bar in Novy Gorod, deeply bogged down in actions on the verge of fraud, spoke about Shostak's aggressive actions. He actively bought up small firms if he suspected they were a danger to his activities. He unleashed several stock market panics, including the last one, which followed the crisis at the Soap Factory. Many have lost a mountain of money, and two large funds are kept afloat solely by the only occasionally interrupted sale of assets.The broker saved an important nuance for last. The purpose was mainly involved in finance and investment in the field of interracial trade. However, not so long ago, the funds controlled by Shostak began to very actively climb into the security sphere, mainly by buying up shares of the security services. There were rumors about the purchase of the entire "Gagana" in its entirety, with debts, an affiliated brothel and a recreation center.As another informant of Erne
Organization 54
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 12. Hotel "Winding"Time : Friday, 02:14From the Igni, Ernest went straight to a hotel not far from the occulatory. Small family hotel, silent porter, "green" segregation. Cleanliness, hot water and no calls with the offer of "fairies". Great place to unwind before business. Although it was forbidden to smoke in the rooms, the room opened onto a private balcony, which offered a great view of the rusty roofs and the azure ribbon of the river.In principle, everything needed for the task was already in the room. His calculations A.N. didn't even trust the papers. Only to himself, carefully structuring the information received from informants in the brain. The suit was delivered in the evening, a set of pocket weapons (for one evening, just something) and technical accessories - already in the middle of the night. By that time, Ernest had been studying the plan of the building for several hours. They were provided at the first r
Organization 55
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory, first floor.Time : Friday, 18:50Marie's joke helped - Ernest smiled against his will. And he began to study reception. The location of the snack tables and the material of the countertops (they could be potential hiding places). Chairs, cabinets and other furniture that can be brought down on the enemy's head. Lancet windows and areas shot through from the outside. Finally, those present themselves - first of all, the human genostatus."Don't look too closely at faces, sun," Marie purred in the snail.“I know,” A.N. answered shortly. “But I still hope to see familiar faces and glances.Why?- It will be easier to understand the situation.Ernest did not like noisy receptions and big companies. In them, he tried to be as inconspicuous and sober as possible, despite any atmosphere of solemnity and unobtrusive general interest. And the current technique was complicated by several factors a
Organization 56
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory, second floor.Time : Friday, 19:16Shostak did not shake the hand extended by Ernest. He only grimaced, grunted, and finally slowly began to speak.“I want to say,” a hoarse baritone with pauses for some smacking, “that you were very persistent.- And there is a reason for this, - A.N. answered quietly, not taking his calm gaze off. Well, buddy, take it easy. Show your gut.“I know, I know…” a sluggish movement of the paw, “more than one order of yours has warned me of a possible attack. My assistant,” a nod to the departed girl, “even advised me to ignore the ceremony. Although I poured a bunch of Monero into it. You know, compensation to the victim's family, legal delays, the buffet table, biased media articles...- And why did you refuse? Did you pour in that much?“A lot,” grunted the philanthropist. — But in dealings with the "owners" it is better not to be stingy. Especially when it's fucking politics at s
Organization 57
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory, first floor.Time : Friday, 19:42The candidate decided to look after Stantor first - he was too calm when talking about defeat, but emotions broke out at the invasion of personal space. Maybe there is something personal? Jealousy for a modest wife, a dishonored daughter (obviously a dark-eyed curvy brunette with a black soul), or something darker? Never mind. There is a first suspect. Ernest felt something like pride. And, realizing that the thread is most likely imaginary, I decided to clarify the issue.- Marie?- I'm here.“Let me guess, each of them has as much dirt behind him as there is behind Shostak?”“A little less,” the curator replied evasively. “Even Varaak cannot be compared with Kuste, and Steph’s father cannot be compared with Timon.“Can you hand over the dossier on Stantor?”"Like you didn't read it in the hotel."- Short and diagonal. But I need to know how we worked w
Organization 58
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory.Time : Friday, 22:14Ernest stood on the balcony and stuffed tobacco into his pipe. And in parallel, he asked precise questions to the curator and received vague answers from her."So I can't find out who Emil is?" - once again the candidate clarified.“You can find out, but I don’t recommend speaking out loud.A.N. swore.- And what about my task? How many more hidden subtasks does it have?“It is exactly what it is. You must stop the assassination attempt on Mr. Shostak, carried out with a plasma pistol at point-blank range during a ceremony in the occultation.— Not laser, not cold and not kinetic?- Has anything been said about them?“So we delete them. What if the weapons change? Put your hands in your pockets and leave? And if the ceremony is over, let him at least turn into plasma?Marie sighed.- Well done, earned a clarification. You must prevent an assassination attempt on Mr. Shostak with a point-blan