Book-2. Hilt novella. V. Speys

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СКАЧАТЬ Counsel reached for the remote on the table and the flash drive into the slot videophone. The familiar image hologram alien worlds floated before the astonished gaze of Hilt, his thoughts returning to the days of violent youth.

      – Yes, there were three! – Confidentially began Hilt! – Two of the We left the service. – Hilt dropped his gaze. – We have not seen so long time.

      – Who are these people?

      – They are able to decorate any president of his bearing, skill and bravery.

      – Yes, yes, but I’m interested in names.

      – This is the captain and lieutenant Azon Dumar.

      – Yes, I’ve heard of them. The President regretted that they had left service, citing the refusal of Tir to have bodyguards.

      – Times change, Mr. Counselor?

      – Yes, yes. He asked me to find good dedicated people to personal protection. You might not find them?

      – But, Mr. Counsel, will they return to service?

      – What service as a bodyguard of President no better and no any honorable occupation?

      – If you are well paid for it.

      Misar pretended not to hear. Hilt repeated: – If you paid for it, well paid.

      – Yes, yes … – Muttered under his breath Adviser.

      – For the good pay and the content, I can give them.

      – Well, then go ahead.

      – What guarantees do I get?

      Misar winced. After some negotiations Adviser appointed captain of a solid salary, almost exceeding twice the salary of the palace guards and a whole range of benefits, However, Lieutenant Azon to get his title. Hilt is Misar signed and vacation, providing a fair amount of money ordered to go in search of: – Such people need to serve the Mirage and the President. – Said he took leave of Hilt… In Cathedral Square trodden people scattered scraps of newspapers

      and magazines, listening to the voice of the speaker. He stood out from the hill, standing out above the heads of the crowd with a megaphone in his hand and shouted out long sentences. The amplified voice echoing in the Gothic structure Cathedral, drowned in shouts of encouragement listeners. Approaching, Hilt began to distinguish female figures with children, dressed in colorful costumes with inscriptions on the back and chest. A group of policemen stood by, watching the gathering, allowing the speaker to speak and listen to the crowd. Hilt asked them:

      – What is the Sabbath?

      – Yes, and it looks like not going to give up. – Answered one.

      – And the union?

      – Do not prostitutes union. But there seems to be created.

      – And it will be: “The trade union sex workers.” – Grinning, he said Hilt.

      – Likely. – Seriously, police confirmed.

      – For two months did not think to give up.

      But Hilt was not listening. He hurried to the hotel, “Ray.” Exotic structure of the hotel looked like an ancient barn. This listed building served as the main entrance to thirty floors ultra-modern skyscraper that capture the imagination of light soaring structure. Transparent leaf lobby door quietly departed, letting in Hilt. The spacious room was not crowded. The left Bright corner sat an old man in a chair. He is dressed in gray wool suit with a newspaper in his hands. The second is younger, dressed in jeans, standing at the bar and drank a cocktail. The third came after him. It was a middle-aged man w cloak dark blue with a black leather suitcase in his right hand. An administrator at the counter, long, lean, with a curly beard and a hooked nose, from a distance, seeing Hilt, nodded to him, Friendly smiling. Nodding in response, Hilt up to my three-room “luxury.” In a small whims on the wall hung a large mirror in the digs person. Hilt immediately reflected in it. And look, meticulously thrown on the face and body, said mesh of wrinkles around the eyes, but slightly drooping shoulders – compelling signs of fatigue. Sighing, he sat down on a chair and took off his shoes, uniforms, and then coveralls. The second room was a living room, where he entered after a shower slippers and bathrobes. At the coffee table with a stack of newspapers and fashion magazines standing floor lamp and two chairs. Middle of the room spread a soft wool rug with a pattern bizarre decorated in old green and yellow colors. On the walls hang

      two paintings depicting picturesque resort with sea and palm trees, clouds and seagulls and white ships on the horizon. Paintings complement each other, leading a tired look into the world of the warm sunlight and caressing waves. Living room furniture mahogany consists of glazed bookcase with books but the sideboard. Just a few unexpected trinkets in the form of ugly masks on the walls so the windowsill complement everyday comfort. Whenever crossing the threshold of the living room. Hilt felt the bliss of the fact that he now belongs to no one and can be like this down in a chair at the coffee table and calmly rest. Once in the chair. Hilt reached for the phone, taking his

      on his lap, he dialed the number.

      – Hello, is that you, Veer? – Waiting for an answer, he continued: I have some fries, a salad and a bottle of wine. A pleasant female voice on the phone said,

      – A coffee?

      Hilt pursed his lips, then said: – No, do not. – And hung up. The waitress did not have to wait long, dinner was served in a matter of minutes. Hilt ate with gusto, washed down with strong wine, then

      went to bed. In the morning, jumping out of bed, he began to think: “My friends not such suckers to keep their original names and coordinates in a file cabinet intelligence community, so someone, and they … "– smile flitted across his face. remembered the silly expression to the official, who saw on the screen instead of photos, names and fingerprints, pictures of animals. Lees Dumar match the image stork – Azon. That’s why Hilt received mission to track down friends, that’s what infuriated President and elevate their credibility in the eyes of the Adviser Misar. Hilt lost in memories. Azon wanted to earn money on the service and buy a small airport, tourists wanted to roll over the sea and the mountains. Dumar – yes, Dumar dreamed about a secret society, a secretive and sly, not in vain, he portrayed himself fox. Thoughts swirled around Hilt unwittingly letters. He took out a whole pile of dusty suitcase, rummaged through them, took one. Read.

      The letter was from Azon, but no addresses. Not losing hope, Hilt put the letter in the receiver a home computer. The screen flashed the letters add up to the words and sentences; “Resorts Nayami, Yaryk…” – There are fewer than twenty seven names waved his hand in frustration and turned off the display.

      – Yeah! – Said Hilt.

      However, he plopped down in a chair, his legs casually perched right on the letters scattered on the coffee table. Glance involuntarily slid television screen. Broadcast news. Hilt remembered the holiday, it was a festival of society Chaumont in the crowd flashed then face Dumar. Hilt rushed into the crowd, but the excitement of protesters stopped Hilt: “The devil!” – He thought! “Prevented my form.” Distinctly remembered the celebration of youth, gathered in the Mirage around the world. In his СКАЧАТЬ