Book-2. Hilt novella. V. Speys

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СКАЧАТЬ for whom? – Hilt have to stand on the sidelines sporting two-seater.

      – This waits for his master.

      Griffes words were enough to spur Hilt. Combustible look, he rushed to the plane. Griffes blocked the road. Enraged at Hilt, barely restraining himself from anger, on ant gravitational motorcycles strained through his teeth: – How much do you want?

      The owner called the sum. Hilt gave twice as much. Griffes himself sat at the helm. The plane, gingerly, hung in the air, leaving a before starting construction. Soon the city is left behind. Hence,

      from a height, the blue veil stretched the sea, and on the left coast line stretched to the horizon endless belt. The plane was flying, sand sticking to tape the surf, in the North-West.

      After about an hour of flight turned toward the coast. Below stretched the endless prairie, with here and there the interlaced brushwood. Then came the flat squares of fields high plateau, we get down to the very rainforest. Finally at the bottom of the band seemed hard-packed. By standing

      there is a light airplane hangar so lonely with a glass booth one could guess about the existence of a small airfield.

      – Here, Sir! – Trying to shout over the noise motor Griffes said loudly! – The one your stork. Plane in a rapid peak of losing altitude. With the excitement of Hilt looking forward to seeing.

      Machine, taxied to the hangar, stop. Hilt got out of the car, stepped on the wing, then jumped to the ground, but alas, nearby there was no one. Hilt looked around and saw just now in wide gate

      Hangar man leaning against the jamb of the opening. Hilt quickly approached him.

      – Good day! – He said hello to a stranger. He reluctantly replied slowly and deliberately continued to inspect the guest.

      – Can you tell me who owns the site?

      – Who you are and why you needed the owner? – Squint evil

      black eyes stared up Hilt is not very friendly expression. Unexpected question alerted lieutenant seemed suspicious and what clothes a foreigner he had seen somewhere. He was wearing a black shirt with a wide collar, opens hairy chest and gold medallion dangling on a massive gold chain. Swarthy, sunburned face, black mustache, straight nose and, like smoldering embers, his eyes did a beautiful face and jet-black hair gave him a nice background. The man was dressed in a blue sport coat trousers. A moment’s silence seemed like an eternity.

      – Oh, yes, I’m sorry, I did not introduce myself, my name is Hilt, I need a boss.

      – I do absolutely nothing to say! – Cold-bloodedly said the stranger, and, folding her lips into a special grimace sharply whistle. At the whistle came from the depths of the hangar three men. One of them, playing with his muscles athletic figure, went behind his back to Hilt, two others are on both sides. At this moment, the engine roared aircraft on which Hilt arrived and sped up.

      “That bastard!” – Lieutenant thought. “Scared. To hell with it, let the rolls.”

      – I repeat! – Losing patience, said Hilt! – I need you host.

      – Lou! – Said the stranger in blue trousers.

      At Hilt moved shadow behind. Instantly assess the situation, Hilt waited. And only when the thick, like a log, hand slipped from his back, trying to grab his neck. Hilt lunged to the left and met the athlete side of his hand, that a lightning speed crashed into his collarbone. Thick hand opponent whip hanging at your sides. The other two immediately flew off. Writhing in the dust of the pain and moaning loudly.

      – So where’s the owner? – Calmly repeated the question Hilt.

      – That’s it! – A sharp throw a stranger hands forward, and ominously flashed a knife blade. Hilt immediately leaned forward and took tip his hand, absorb the blow, like a magician, put the knife

      vertically on the palm of your hand. The enemy, opening his eyes and opened his mouth surprise.

      – I repeat! – Icily started Hilt! – Where the owner?

      – I, I d-don’t know! – Suddenly began to shake, like a fever, a frightened stranger.

      – Answer the questions! – Ordered Hilt.

      – Who owns the site?

      – Raul. – Swallowing saliva and licking his lips, the man said hesitantly.

      – Well!

      – Raul. – Squeeze out one.

      – So, where is he now?

      – I swear to God, I do not know.

      – Well, now in the hangar.

      The man jumped into the hangar.

      – Not you! – Hilt stopped him! – These, to clean!

      Together they dragged moaning people in the hangar. Hilt carefully tied all, he knew how to do it the best way possible. Then locked the door, looked at the site. Outside the hangar stood a small wooden house. Hilt did not pay any attention to the altitude, rather, because the tile roof almost did not stand out against the background of brown soil around. Hilt approached. In the windows curtained lace curtains, windows were covered with a protective film of copper color. Through such glasses sun loses its intensity, and the room reigns soft light. For these curtains Hilt guessed that Azon is a house. Over the entrance hung a sign” Airline Azon and Stork” with a picture of a stork floating among the clouds. Hilt tried to enter, the door was locked. Losing time is not included in the habit of Hilt, and he resolutely strode back to the hangar, thinking to himself: “I’ll rip off the bastard truth.” But he had to stop half-way, as the roar of denunciation aircraft clearly testified that the aircraft it flies here. She looked at the sky. Hilt found there a silver car that already comes in to land. Hiding behind a wall of the hangar, he began to observe. The plane,

      rocking, running down the runway, approaching, and finally stopped nearby. The door opened. Jumped onto the grass slender man in a leather jacket and dark blue trousers. Then extracted from the cabin bag and, putting it on her shoulder, walked with burden to the house. Hilt immediately recognized him as Azon. Poor biting excitement, he jumped out of his hiding place and rushed to meet a friend. He saw a man running towards him, stopped, his face etched bewilderment grew into grimace of astonishment and joy.

      – My dear friend! – Shouted Hilt.

      – Is it you, Hilt?

      Friends rushed into his arms. Forgotten bag was left on the field.

      – Tell everyone how you live and what are you doing? – Asked Hilt. Sighing heavily, and sipping from a glass of hefty sip strong cocktail Azon began his dismal story.

      – Upon his retirement, with little capital, I went to south, full of high hopes and most of my future projects. Oh dear, Hilt, about them you know well. Buy ready-made rental of tourist planes I could not. Then I he decided to create one. On the shore of the bay strange I bought land from local ъ authorities. Hired workers and cleared it СКАЧАТЬ