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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
Organization 59
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory. Second floor. Small smoking roomTime : Thursday, 23:25For some time the candidate and Ms. Ragnell smoked in silence, interrupted only by background sounds - the crackling of firewood, a quiet "pf" when another portion of tobacco smoke was exhaled. And, of course, wonderful music resounding from the large reception hall. For some time, Ernest simply leafed through the files of Shostak's workers in the "snail", as well as a map of the relations between the girls and the patron. Broken off in the middle by Marie's comment."Will you wait for the assassination here?"A.N sighed and began to establish, um, oral contact.“I understand that Mr. Shostak was not a very good employer,” he remarked casually.“I put it out in the cold without a boarding house, if that’s what you mean,” Vittoria Ragnell replied with a smile. - Thanks to my formal boss, I didn’t take the donated jewelry.For some tim
Organization 60
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory.Time : Thursday, 25:03Darkness, sometimes torn apart by heart-rending screams and a dull thud of something on the floor. Rib pain, back pain, knee pain. Bitterness in the mouth. Bad concomitant circumstances to switch off after a very long day.Fragmentary visions.A flash of red, turning into red long hair and a raspberry scent. No, it flashed through my head, the laser flash smelled like ozone or burnt plastic. Long laser needle. It's strange that Shostak, with his amount of shit, didn't explode. It can be said that this way the “owners” would receive the blood due to them. Dark. Old josers singing obscene songs are "enlightened" and not. Hive Arbethu. Exactly they are. Fog, darkness. The “owners” standing around, discussing something with clicking sounds, while Timon Shostak, a philanthropist and scum, is trying to shout to them. Scattering their own guts, reeking of burnt meat. And getting more and more hit