1997 PLAYGEAR COMPANY
Author: Alexander Bazhenov (The Pagan)
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The war continues.
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Let in the light of day coming years
Sadness and pain will not last.
And the wind of new changes
Let vomit musty pages ...
Author.
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I
Maj. Randy chief of police
town of Nantes, in the morning was in a very nasty mood.
Nervously pacing in a small, yet cozy office, he longingly
gazing out the window, where it begins a new day, suffocating,
he is personally not promising anything good. Glancing at his
watch, Randy slumped in a chair and lit a cigarette,
began to view the paper lying on the
table. Glumly going through reports and the reports, the major
thought: "Why the hell it happened here and it is with
me? . For two weeks he asked himself
this matter and found no answer. Painful grimace, the Major
reached for the switch: - Lieutenant Brauns me. - Muttered
he said.
A few minutes later there was a knock at
door and appeared Browns. Rend not looking up from his papers
pointed to the chair: - Sit down, Brown. What do you think i can
say good, Lieutenant?
Brown sat on a chair and stared at his chief ponimasche:
- Sir, - "he began, but then stopped short, catching
Major angry look.
- Sir, uh-uh ... I-I ...- Browns handed.
- Yes, you! - Exploded Major .- you, Browns,
what can you tell me consolation,
the devil take you! - quite hysterically yelled the Major.
Jumping up from his chair, he again began to measure the steps
in front of cabinet slight drop to attention lieutenant. - For
two weeks we are fighting with these chertyvymi drugs. Know
where the lab - Major jabbed his finger in the direction of
maps of the city - and all bestolku, Browns! - There were two
operations to eliminate the laboratory, and both were thwarted!
A the outcome, Browns, the results of the most deplorable.
Rend approached the table and leaned on him
hands:
- Ten dead, sir, ten! - Major spread his fingers. Wearily sat
in a chair, He lit a cigarette and deep stretching,
asked the timid lieutenant:
- Here I am asking you, Browns, why
it happened and what you intend to take? You were appointed to
lead this operation ... - Major leaned wearily, - listen, sir,
I call every morning Mayor and asks the results, what would you
he report? Soon he comes to me
throat and will pull out without anesthesia mustache!
Rend winced and held his hand over his whiskers,
as if they have already begun to pull out. Browns
finally swallowed the lump stuck in my throat:
- Mr. Major, situation
very hard!
- Really, - smiled dryly Rend.
- We combed the entire area near the catacombs
but nothing significant found
Look, sir, - Browns got up and went to
map.
- In the depths of the catacombs are three tunnels: one
here in the northeast and another in the north
and third in the south - goes straight into the bay. I
ordered to send a scout, sir;
five people in the first and second tunnels
and in the morning ... - Browns stopped.
- And in the morning - went for it Rend-all
were dead?
- Yes, sir, - squeezed Browns.
Major thoughtfully for a moment silent, looking
straight ahead.
- What do you think take, Lieutenant? -
asked Rend.
- Sir, we have no right to take more risks
people. Here and not experienced eye can see
that are specialists ... Our people are not
have sufficient training, are needed
professionals.
- So Narkopol? - Asked Rend.
- Yes, sir, - nodded Browns - I know there
have a team of Delta, which has for years specialized in cases
of this kind. I think we can handle this problem, and with much
smaller losses. Rend looked at the phone number:
- Well, Browns, go. I will call
Mayor.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
