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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
Organization 61
Location : Old CityLocation: lane 15b, building 22, apartment 812Time : Saturday, 00:20A.N. blinked. The redhead hasn't disappeared. The neighbors kept making noise. The odors did not take on the burnt aroma. Well, the candidate is still alive. And, judging by the testimony of the "snail", what was happening was not a residual hallucination. Some stick insect preparations gave a similar effect, but not this time. It is unlikely that they would be able to materialize a graceful and flexible female figure, frozen on the old sofa of the former detective.The silence dragged on. In the silence, you could clearly hear the drops of water dripping from the candidate's trench coat.- Are you completely crazy with your work? Agnett asked softly, raising her dark copper eyebrow. She didn't even notice the gun. It's like he sees this every day. In fairness, while they lived together, I always saw. However, if memory serves the former detective, she never showed the horror and awe that is so c
Organization 62
Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory.Time : Saturday, 01:13The "hosts" were delicate, but adamant. No "guests" and no charters with advanced implants. No SB biobots. Even if the security service is Knox. Zerbe was not very surprised by the outcome of the negotiations. He only gave the go-ahead to the eggheads who had long since taken up a hunting stance. It was not the first time that its specialists worked in the "blue" territory and quickly deployed the instruments.Lord Zerba didn't particularly care about the mess in the reception hall. During his very long life, he flew even worse than the ever-memorable Ernest A.N. Nor did he care about the untimely death of an important member of the human community. Timon Shostak was a rare pain in the ass of anyone he passed by. Was not tied with an azure ribbon - and that's fine. You don't have to put down the riots.But now the head of the Knox was very worried about the sniper. Whoever he (or she) work