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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
Organization 67
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
Organization 68
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
Organization 69
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
Organization 70
Location : Old CityLocation: Smiling BuddhaTime : Saturday, 17:21.Ernest relaxed and reached for his glass. He knew perfectly well that nervous bandits (even if they were packaged in the "guise" of the security service) could do stupid things. Perhaps Daniel Lemay will tug at his old-wheat curl, twist his mouth (admitting a couple of wrinkles on his smooth face) and scold them for screwing up the deal. But the candidate will lie in the middle of a tasteless interior and spoil the carpet with his liquids. From such a distance and with such a number of trunks, the carapace is unlikely to save.Therefore, take a small sip of wine. Refrain from blowing out the entire glass at once. Still, it is quite possible that the twitching, dumb-headed bighead with a plasma pistol is just an element of the entourage. Still, Lemay loves to bring his guests to a nervous tick. Quietly put the glass on the tablecloth. Smile into cold eyes.“Mrs. Lemay,” A.N. began softly, “some
Organization 71
Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Lane 13a, building 35Time : Saturday, 20:20.Ernest found this bar by accident. Once, almost in a past life, he went to Igni after a case. The denouement there had a frankly brown aftertaste (not chocolate), and the detective wanted to unwind. Dry cleaning, as damned Lemay rightly pointed out, could remove external dirt. For the rest, wise people came up with something else. Snooker, alcohol and corrupt women. A palliative who has repeatedly removed burnout syndromes. It was to him that A.N. decided to apply while watching a smart automaton clean the traces of blood from an innocent victim from a random gunfight from his trench coat. Marlin gang, racketeering case. Old city, spring season.However, that evening he was still really lucky. First, he calculated his meager savings and decided to spend some crowns on a beer at a random bar. Anything is better than a few tokens - at Igni. The brothels were as good as the spaceports at making money o
Organization 72
Location : Besilnia, Old Town.Location: Lane 13a, building 35Time : Saturday, 20:41“No,” Ernest muttered in disgust.- Well, he could become another victim if he drank poisoned beer.“That’s why I don’t drink with strangers,” A.N. lied. and vowed to stop. Speaking of strangers. Recently I was in Malaya Besilna. And imagine, they began to read predictions to me there."Oh," asked Hildur. - Do you remember the name? Some prophets are popular on the net, I can tell you about the accuracy of their forecasts.- Surname Kenard, and the name of some ... meat.- Meat?- Well, Kebabus, or Roll, or Sausages ...Jonsdottir laughed again.— Ruland? - Ernest shook his head positively and waved to the bartender - pour another one. And when he returned his head, he realized: the girl suddenly raised her blue eyes and stuck her unblinking gaze at the candidate. If so, then you should take his words more seriously. Sometimes, for general development, the "masters" give him the insides of impaled cr