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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
Organization 63
Location : New CityLocation: Agni Corp security base.Time : Saturday, 02:13Kuste had a hard time making this decision. Thugs, like those that he had released by order half an hour earlier, the operational director released packs. For a modest donation to security needs. For promising the director of certain preferences. Of their own free will, comparing their crimes with their own ancient transgressions. In a word, in series.Therefore, he sent Sverige to the selected scumbag, left alone with the selected brandy from the metropolis. Cursing Elma Sverige, to be exact.The Agni Corp field commander walked past the fighters and spat frantically at the first opportunity. Cleaning robots worked perfectly, washing away blood, ashes, and spitting commanders. They will work this time too. Moreover, the reason for spitting corresponded to the gloomy mood of the Sergeant.He did not like Kuste's order. Not for the first time. But he didn't like Timmerman's explanations even more. The counter
Organization 64
Location : Old CityLocation: Bratford CenterTime : Friday, 10-51. Three months since the murder of G.-O. Nakhta. Spring season.In truth, Ernest didn't need another hole. However, on the last contact, Battle dropped that a detective license sometimes needs to be maintained. And after a while - sent a summary of the cases disclosed by private detectives. And a summary of the deals they've secured with their presence. And a short list of Organization cipher numbers. Connection between them? Oh, she was.In a word, the candidate understood the hint. But he frankly did not like looking at offices. Especially did not like the preliminary study of landlords. And - with verbal lace, with which these same landlords filled him up.The time-worn little man, who tried to hide his belly behind a voluminous shirt, in a mentor tone went on and on broadcasting to the candidate the merits of this particular converted apartment with yellowed wallpaper and extremely creaky parquet. It was as if it wa