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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
Organization 65
Location : Old CityLocation: Bratford CenterTime : Friday, 12-10. Three months since the murder of G.-O. Nakhta. Spring season.Landing page: City in a few clicksTitle: If you were stopped by securityHost Approved: yesEven if you are in the City for a study tour, you may be stopped for an identity check. This is fine! Sometimes I don't get stopped for years, and sometimes ten times a week. There is no system in this, and if you are a respectable person, then do not lose heart!So, you have heard the order to stop and be ready for the inspection or verification of documents. You can hear it live, read it in the eye, or hear it through the snail. In this case, you will probably see a mobile stopped nearby or hovering in the air.Remember - in no case do not try to escape from the zone outlined by the holoprojector. Leaving the area without direct in
Organization 66
Location : New CityLocation: Prospect Pervaya Rasa, 122Time : Friday, 2:34 pmFor a little over two months, “candidate agent Ernest” met with a couple of dozen people (and not only people) who held certain posts that were close in function to officers. Read massive analyst reports, with forecasts on the internal situation in the City, the economy, crime, politics ... accompanied each by no less than five forecasts of developments.For all the same almost three long months, Ernest visited almost all sectors of urban society. He cleaned up crime scenes for who knows who, flooding all possible forms of life with a fermenter. He sold insurance and weapons to "guests". Protected famous and not so personalities. For some, he would give his life not without satisfaction. Others would be fried on a slow fire.The last one was a total mess. He was instructed to just get drunk with security officers close to the "owners". An officer's meeting, a couple of bribes and spoken words for entry. Fi