Weapon Of Olegov. Full version. Nikolay Lakutin
area of the city.
To help the client, of course, what we all day here talking? – resented Stas.
– We were faced with the task of preventing in closed session scoring unchecked, but actively prolongirovanne data, so there was a decision to eliminate the spices in the hot spot – just quietly continued Anatoly, gradually turning to shaking from anger Stas.
– What do you mean by that?
– Mission accomplished!
– Dina, do you understand anything? – turned to her Stas, whose phone started ringing
DIN kept quiet.
Yes, he changed his tone – we did everything we could, but… he paused. For ten seconds he listened, while expressing regret and bitterness on his face.
– What time are you ready to take us in for a report? – breaking voice said Stas.
– Right now – there came a thunderous voice from the air, after which appeared the outline of a dark silhouette, and through the fraction of a second in the room in addition to Stas, Dina and Anatoly was a man in black glasses and a hoodie.
Stas lowered the phone away from your ear.
Am I listening? – there was a voice from the hood directed at Anatoly.
– The mission was successful.
– The client was supposed to be in a hearse in the morgue right now, and he's relieving stress, with two Hotties, in the Suite of the best hotel in town. What is success?
– You are now talking about a gray-haired Armenian, and I am talking about a client who is currently reviewing the documents of the case in an ordinary apartment rented three months ago for the sake of a single day – today.
Dean Stas looked at each other, the man in dark glasses didn't move, fixing him with his eyes the space, resting in Anatolia.
– Yes, You quite rightly reminded of the filer. He faithfully led the client during these one and a half months. The trick is that this client is a fake. You after all, too, not with fools deal auctioning the, they until now has been going on step ahead.
What makes you think that? a man in black sunglasses with a hood asked.
– I've got the real negotiator. He came on the same flight. We talked with him "remotely", the case, presumably, took the right turn.
– How did you do that? the hooded man continued to attack.
– When I was devoted to the instruction, they gave me the right to improvisation and complete freedom of action, which does not affect the result in a disastrous way. As a result, we have one saved life – an Armenian. The driver doesn't go to jail for hitting. Protection is not dispersed, escaped with only a reprimand and a reduction in wages to the nearest quarter. I will not disclose my methods, it is my right, but the result you got the desired. Tomorrow, at the end of the meeting, You will be able to see this in the morning. In this success! – Anatoly answered.
Lips opponent flinch, and his face appeared satisfied smile. He turned to the guys and said,:
– Learn.
After these words he disappeared into thin air.
***
– I guess I should be thanking the owner of that voice in my head. I don't know where he came from or how he figured me out, but he seems to have prevented a big mistake. Indeed, in a new perspective, the picture is quite different. The final conclusions to do early, but food for thought, study and discussion did the noble thought of the ugly man flipped through the documents of the case, the results of which were ready to announce tomorrow at a closed Congress.
The Congress took the decision on the matter was not taken any action to sweep the fighters in the hot spot was not taken.
***
Four months of work in the "Anime" Anatoly showed the highest results, which are sometimes not expected. During this time, no murders were committed, but the tasks were carried out each time. Income for this period amounted to more than impressive amount. Never before had he received such money, but did not show his kind of special joy about it. In cases formed a window, some members of the "circle of trust" was given the week off with the condition of immediate return "in operation" if necessary.
– I think Dean suddenly spoke up, tanning in pink sunglasses and quite a revealing swimsuit on one of the Islands of Thailand – the driver in our first joint release he managed to press the brake?
Anatoly, lying next to me on his stomach in the sun, not immediately, but, nevertheless, replied:
– I was instructed to monitor his work, and I did it.
– When do you do everything? With subsequent tasks still somehow more or less I can explain to myself how you did it. But I'm still trying to find an explanation for how you knew then that he wasn't him and who he was? But still manage to hold a conversation. You a matter of minutes managed to get into the mind of every person who arrived by plane and to make a comparative analysis a few months ago? Maybe it's possible to do with one person, though I don't understand how, but not the same with two hundred passengers and for such terms?
Anatoly rolled onto his back, not a small smile, not just squinting in the sun.
Clearly, the quiet game we play – don't let up Dean.
My right.
– Well, then I guess I'll take my leave, and you get out of here on your own. First, a few kilometers swim to the main continent, then I don't know how you will explain to the customs officers its presence here, when you buy a return ticket and for what, where to take passport… Dina rose, lifted the towel, shook the sand directly into Anatolia, demonstrating his resentment.
– It's your right – just calmly replied Anatoly, not even flinching.
Dean stood for a moment in confusion, then threw the towel on the shoulder, he made her strong-willed:
– Okay!
And through several seconds on the island remained only he.
***
Anatoly was in no hurry to think about how he will be able here to go back to my country, teleportation he did not own. Several times after a swim, he went deep into the island, to see something of the fruit, still, do not say, and a beach holiday is quite well contributes to the appetite.
– So here we have… coconuts, bananas, it's kind of like longan. Behold. Dragon eye-the, that need to – not perhaps, ing in canard Anatoly, knowing that on the island no one except him there is no.
Is a good choice.
Anatoly turned around.
– I, too, love this fruit-were issued comfortable male voice.
A man of short stature stood with his back to Anatoly, clearing a few fruits.
– Where did it come from, I went a few seconds ago to the place where now is this lover of overseas fruit. Anyone in the area was not – spinning thoughts in my head.
The man gently turned, but then looked up.
Never before had Anatoly met this man, but he instantly felt in this look so dear soul, so touching notes played somewhere in the elusive internal and external.
– A little visit, Anatoly? – good, as if the old familiar asked he.
Business card Anatoly left in the city, hid in a rented apartment so that it was necessary to turn over all the apartments for a day, trying to find it, and not the fact that they would find it. Already two weeks as he did on the business card did not remember and then the million dollar question.
– I see what's happening. Read what it says-the man continued, biting the fruit.
Clothes, Anatoly now could boast only boxer briefs, t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops left on the beach. He automatically looked around and saw that a chunk of the bottoms looks the same card. Taking it and holding it before him, it reflected a familiar handwriting:
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