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
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
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
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
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
Location : New CityLocation: Newlow, level 1aTime : Friday, 17:42.“Sorry,” Ernest muttered habitually, sideways making his way through the crowd, smelling of expensive perfume, drugs and alcohol. A. More about that. Both human - sour and sharp, and alien - spicy, sometimes pleasant, and sometimes unbearably nauseating.- Get out of the way! the gigantic carcass almost knocked the candidate down, dragging the fragile human girl with it. Strict clothes, confused look. A smoke-drunk urdaleb and a corporate employee running after him.A slightly unusual sight. Especially - in the New City, a stronghold of financial, decriminalized and (sometimes) morally strong stability. True, the freaks in the New looked much more loyally than in any soap factories. And Newlow was rarely called part of the New City. "Small Powerless" - much more often.This area would organically look in the Old City - even with the presence of Besilnya. Could become a cultural, touristic option for Yam. And he becam
Location : New CityLocation: Newlow, level 1aTime : Friday, 19:11Ernest was still under the impression of the soothsayer in the pub. No, during his life in the City, he saw everything related to the concept of "devilry". Xenos technology. "Beads" and "master's" rituals around blue stones in the rain. Stone trees and Nammung buildings. People, after all. Some of them live in a world crammed with information, like maggots' favorite steak, but they are nowhere to be found. Ghosts in the world of the living. However, the question of the prophet who disappeared in the blink of an eye does not remove all this. In the end, archaism and technology for the uninitiated will be equally magical.The possibility of poisoning could not be ruled out. As well as the option of a very quick departure of the "prophet" from the bar. Well, thought A.N., let's exclude at least one. Get some detox pills out of your pocket. Prick your finger with a quick test. No common drugs were
Location : New CityLocation: Newlow, level 3bTime : Friday, 20:24Krzysztof Boltzmann hesitated. The candidate noticed that the conversation had touched something unsettling in the fat man. An old humiliation pacified by complacency and a hefty security deposit. But, fortunately, the lover of watchmaking did not possess oratory.— What a stupid question, Sir Ernest...“Krzysztof,” the candidate interrupted softly, his eyes flashing. - Please reply.“Okay, okay…” The pawnshop scratched the back of his head. - After the first, yes, there were several unpleasant incidents. Ordinary punks and "bulls" who somehow learned about the "bead". I then reinforced the rear airlock and began to constantly carry a pistol. But after the second it was all very calm. Even the tax inspector, so that his Cordul devoured, did not visit more often than necessary.- I understood you. Well, Krzysztof. Your debt is closed.- Truth? the pawnbroker inquired incredulously.- Truth. How