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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 took on dangerous. One stood motionless, it seemed that his life he deeply spit, the other rushed to the limit of squeezing speed. When the distance was reduced by an amount not bode well for the police and for the rider closer to the world otherworldly, Motorcycles suddenly stood up on the back wheel came off the highway and soared into the air, showering the superheated steam head sentry. The number one position remained far below, drifting along with the small trees on the side of the highway farther and farther back. Out of the blue haze in front of white toy houses grew resort town. Far away, in the direction of the town, seemed to flock black dots. Point increased, in front of purchasing extended final shape of giant birds. Hilt, sensing trouble, changed the direction of flight, having turned away in the direction of the bay. Over the sea his whole swarm of police officers surrounded the on ant gravitational motorcycles. One of the riders was shouting into a megaphone: – You are surrounded! Give it up!
– Ha-ha-ha! – Hilt laughed, pressing personal protective equipment. Moment – and the pursuers were silent motors. With wild cries they all hail fell into the bay.
– Good-bye, gentlemen! – Called after them Hilt, directing car to the highway. None of the post no longer stopped him. “It is strange,” – thought Hilt. And, just rolling in the hotel garage “Goldfish” your motorcycles, he pointed to the room where the gaping black scratch, separated the “E” on the number of one hundred and one black feature. The result was a new issue of “E fraction of one hundred and one.” Hotel Hilt did not rest. Hastily, leaving his Motorcycles, he got a taxi to the rental of tourist aircraft.
Chapter 2
– You want, Lord, take a plane? – Asked the owner of Hilt, a fat, red face big man.
– No, I want to inquire about one person.
– Yes, but in front of my eyes every day a lot of passes, evasively replied the man! – And with whom I have the honor to speak?
– Hilt my name.
– I have your name does not say anything.
– I think you love good beer! – Hilt and said, reaching into his pocket for money.
Giving the owner two green notes, added: – There will be enough on the barrel.
– O! – Plump, smiling, boss! – My name is Griffes, and held out his hand. Hilt felt in my hand greasy hot hand.
– You seem to be interested in someone.
– Yes, Griffes, I need some sort of Raul (the name of Azo), it the owner of a site like yours.
– A thousand devils. – Swearing Griffes! – He has never known such. How many can remember, I had one on the coast of the item.
– And do not you know, by chance, his colleagues at other resorts? – Hoping asked Hilt.
– No, I have nothing to say. Hilt had lost hope to find a friend, but suddenly remembered the stork. Above the entrance to the office to sign the item image of an owl caught the attention of Hilt.
– Wait, cannot remember which of your colleagues has a brand name with a picture of a stork?
– Of course, but, you know, because of poor memory recall is very difficult. Hilt has given another green bill. When she disappeared into the thick paw Griffes and beatific smile lit up the face of slits formed by the thick-lipped mouth came a voice: – That, Sir, about a hundred kilometers from here will be.
– So, what the hell, why we procrastinate, immediately get me there!
– Sir, I do not have free cars! – Shrugged Griffes.
– And 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 under the runway. The place turned out excellent. Beautiful scenery opened the prying eyes of tourists even in the height of my site. I am encouraged by well-chosen spot, continued with renewed energy construction. Finally, everything was ready. Preliminary calculations of my company promised me a considerable income. The matter was left to a few, is the purchase of the aircraft, with which I went to Mondale. You know, there’s the world’s best fair aircraft. There purchased by installments whit this lightweight high-class aircraft that could at the same time to roll six passengers. Its transparent pod gave an excellent overview. Since then, my business went perfectly. I Advance payment of the installment and bought another plane, you see him. Starting to believe in his lucky star and good luck, I thought up a family. Not difficult to guess the location of our first encounter. She then became ill, and I invited her to him.
It so happened that she stayed with me, well, then we will allocate more and more, and finally, when I began to talk about the wedding, she brought to the house of his brother. – Speaking, Azon shaking pictures, one of them Hilt learned swarthy stranger. Meanwhile Azon continued:
– He asked me to deliver some goods from the jungle on the coast. I, without hesitation, agreed. Then the events unfolding on the breakneck pace. It turned out that my fiancée – aided by a gang of drug dealers, and this, Azon pointed to the picture! – No not a brother. They warned me that if I do not work for them, then I will hand over to the authorities. So I ended up here.
– Damn it! – Cried the hilt! – They will pay for their insolence. Come on, dear Azon, I have prepared a surprise for you. With these words, Hilt drew another to the hangar. Unlocking the lock, he exclaimed: – Take the sheep in his barn.
– You yourself marsh heron. – Slyly said the stranger.
– Oh, the hell are you still even think scoff! – Cried the hilt! – Azon, the bastard police are looking for in the airport because of him, I had trouble. Do you have a room more reliable?
– Of course. – Posted by Azon. And they dragged the prisoners in the basement, built by the same
criminals for drug possession. Reinforced door with five locks securely locked.
– And now, Azon, in a way, it is necessary to rescue your constriction, I’m sure she was a victim of blackmail. On the way! The aircraft took to the air. Along the way, Azon told about plantation
opium. In the remote jungle undergrowth at gunpoint work Thousands of slaves. They cultivate the soil, removing several harvests cultivation in the year. Barracks at night, protected by sentries who stand on towers with machine guns, and the camp is surrounded by two rows of barbed
wire. These poor creatures fell for recruiting and advertising in the hope of earning found themselves trapped, poisoned with opium, they never return back.
– We have them to overfishing as mice! – Exclaimed impatiently Hilt. Azon, recalling the adventures of his youth, he felt the confidence that helped win more than once in a difficult situation.
– No, Hilt! – Cool head Azon prompted that they do not do it alone! – We will do so…
And he outlined a plan that would have to do Hilt the service of the boss, the owner of the plantation, and prepare escape Ani was the name of the bride Azon. Meanwhile plane sat on the field marked off the same wire as the camp, and is adjacent to it.
