Book-2. Hilt novella. V. Speys
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 excitement, he stood up, walked to the window. From the height of the thirtieth floor cars on the streets seemed toy. Outside the window was rain, lightning flashing lights advertising in his gray jets, intricately reflected in the puddles and wet the walls of the houses. After standing for a moment at the window. Hilt returned to his chair and pressed the button display. The screen flashed the letter again, tin, offers: “Society Chaumont, a secret organization. Coordinate not. Number of members is unknown. Threats government is not.”
– Not a lot! – He sighed. The failure angered. Came to mind the most incredible projects, until I remembered an article written in the “Bulletin” on the hypothesis of the existence of a state of
high in the inaccessible mountains, and representatives of the State are de Chaumont.
“The Curious State finds no signs of habitation in that place, as space vehicles and aircraft are not
registered their radars is no object in the specified Mountains area … "– read Hilt.
– Damn it! – Furiously crumpling paper hands, cried Hilt.
– That cannot be anyone, I can! And a crumpled paper ball flew into the remote corner of the room. He dressed in a blink of an eye. Neutral field dress allowed to do it quickly, ask a few things in a bag and slamming door, stepped out of the room. Street met Hilt fresh breeze, showering dampness cheeks. The rain had stopped. However, air saturated with moisture, dust still contained rainwater. Motorcycles rolled out of the garage, he jumped into the saddle, then put helmet and started the engine. The road to the airport ran endless belt in the surrounding fields, verdant fresh shoots. Motorcycles raced on it, carrying his rider in the direction of the airport. Transcontinental airliner could accommodate his insides six passengers who were located in the passenger compartment. The first floor housed the things they could also accommodate several cars. “Hilt wheeled Motorcycles on its landing platform. Shortly declared fit in the liner. Resorts Nayami located near the picturesque bay. Lush tropical vegetation and the blue-green waters of the attached it a special charm and beauty. The port, which landed liner, buoyant. Among the many scurrying to and fro passengers Hilt police tracked down his helmet and was moved in his direction, as when someone shoved and back. Lieutenant violently jerked ago, but only managed to see the mucin fleeing in a black shirt and blue, sport coat, pants. Regretting that was in the hands of Motorcycles, it quickly cooled down and headed for the exit. Suddenly, he was surrounded by a dense barrier of police. Their stern faces do not bode well, and the black eyes machines, firing rubber bullets, stare in it, ready at any moment to entertain fair portion of peas of gun filling.
– Raise your hands! – Ordered the senior voice cracking. The muzzle of his machine for a moment, moved up by pointing to follow the hands of Hilt. One of the officers approached slowly, clinking handcuffs. Hilt suddenly seized with a passionate desire to teach the insolent.
– Very well! – Coolly he said, jumping to Motorcycles. Police did not have time to blink as Motorcycles, after breaking shop-window glass, made his rider on the highway and raced toward
resort town. Following came the indiscriminate machine gun shooting.
– Post number one! – Trembling with rage, shouted into the microphone transmitter senior police officer! – To immediately apprehend the offender with the license plate “E” one hundred and one!
Hilt was flying down the highway, listening senior team, what boldly replied: – Ha-ha, you’re a big joker, a citizen of the head! However the hell, I’m sick of you! – He turned the radio off.
Not slowing down, his Motorcycles raced to the number one position. Even from a distance of Hilt keen eye discerned police set a trap. Two of its disk opposite to each other, red poppies stood out against the green overgrown fields. Hilt knew that a strong field of defense, arising between the discs, able to block the path train. Objects stuck therein, as in the test, and no power is able to snatch them. The number one position in front of a police officer standing in the stowed black jumpsuit with a raised stop sign. Motorcycles Hilt raced straight to the sentry. The distance separating Hilt and police, declined at an incredible pace. With every second of this duel