Pripyat. Abandoned laboratory of the Jupiter factory. Elena Grossman
the opposite wall. Max had to squeeze into the opening again, Lex hissed in pain. They could not make out the words, it was some kind of incomprehensible language, Max could hardly even guess what it looked like. One of the figures entered the workshop, walked along the wall and… disappeared, but then reappeared. Max barely restrained himself from curiosity to turn on the flashlight and shine on the figure. It became painfully interesting to him who was this? Five more figures have already appeared in the workshop. Now Max was really scared, the figures crowded around the monitors. The head was accustomed to the dark, and now he could see them better. These were not people, they were some creatures, about two meters tall and had long limbs. Sometimes Max saw red flashes where their faces should be. He suggested that it was most likely the eyes, but why were they like flashes? Maybe it was their language of communication, these outbreaks were the receipt and sending of an answer among themselves. Lex could not see what was happening there, and he asked Max:
– What is happening there?
At this moment, all the figures turned in their direction.
– Yura, what the hell!
The pieces came together and headed for the closets where Max and Lex were hiding. Panic swept over Max, and he had no choice but to turn on the flashlight. A ray of light hit one of the figures, and Max saw a black dense substance that vibrated. Then, as if frightened, she vanished and disappeared. Max wildly looked around, but more than this substance, he did not see.
– What the hell?
– What happened? You almost hit me on the wall, “Lex answered indignantly, rubbing his hand.
– Because of you, they went to us.
– Who?
“I don’t know, any creatures or ghosts,” Max answered.
“And where are they now?” – Asked Lex and lit the shop. “There is no one here.”
“They disappeared when a ray of light hit one of them,” Max answered and added, “I saw one of them at the other end of the workshop.”
– You need to see what’s there. – And Lex directed the beam of the lamp first along the wall, and then into the corner, and saw a metal box. “There’s some kind of box, let’s go, look at it.” And he went first to the box, and Max followed him. Going closer, they saw that there was a folder in a drawer.
“Oh, something already,” said Max delightedly and opened the door wider and read the inscription on the “Case No. 1” folder. He carefully opened the cover and saw pieces of paper yellowed from time to time, he turned over a couple of sheets and saw that these were documents. Reports, analyzes, reports, tests, studies, a couple of photographs and film.
Lex pulled the film from the documents and directed a flashlight beam at it.
“Look at the film, some roofing felts are people, roofing felts are creatures, they are very tall and have long limbs,” Lex said and looked through the entire tape. Max took a stack of papers and began to examine them. With difficulty sorting letters faded from time, he read the name of the flight recorder.
“OBJECT 36—48.” A flight recorder recorded a signal of unknown origin. The message recorded by the recorder has extraterrestrial information. We could not decrypt it. The photo we took is the creatures that hunt for the message. Further it was hard to make out the handwriting, the ink was washed out.
“What nonsense,” Max said, and took another film and put it on top of the lantern. – Is that a UFO? The film was a flat object hanging in the air over the destroyed 4th Chernobyl reactor.
Lex also glanced at the tape.
– I wonder what they needed from the destroyed reactor? – wondered Lex. “He soared with radiation.”
Max shone on the documents and saw the date: 7.08. 1989, and then by chance the light fell below and he saw a black box.
– And what is this box? – giggled, said Lex.
Lex put the paper back in place and was already leaning toward the box, and then he heard the crack of the dosimeter. He took it out of his pants pocket and saw that the dosimeter showed a strong level of radiation.
– Damn, 5.88 micro-x-ray, this is a high level of radiation, and here we look at this fucking folder and are irradiated.
– Cracks like crazy! This is a black box phonite, “Max answered. He became curious about what was inside, and he lit the floor around him in search of some object, and found it. I broke off the wooden rail a little, so that I could pry off the lid of the box with a broken end.
“Come on, let’s see what’s inside,” Max said, and tampering the lid with the broken end of the rail. Inside was black sand.
– What is this? Some kind of black sand, “Lex said, and took Max’s rail, and stuck it in the sand.
– You’re out of your mind? It’s dangerous, “said Max and watched Lex dripping in the sand. Dripping deeper, he stumbled upon an object.
“I found something,” Lex said, and forged a piece of sand. When an object appeared on the surface, and they stared at it.
“What the hell is she doing in the sand with a strong radioactive background,” Max said.
The cassette of the flight recorder was in that black sand.
– Is this from the recorder? – Lex asked a question, without specifically addressing anyone.
“This is the message he wrote down,” Lex said.
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