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Weapon Of Arehow

– We have discussed this option with all of You, colleagues – sounded calm voice, creeping soft wave for all areas and steps of a closed space, having neither Windows nor doors. All here was strange or more accurately say – other. Other forms of interaction, other forms of life, other matter, if you can even call it matter… Even the location of this room was difficult to determine, because – nearby hovered only emptiness – while we thought, reasoned, planned and expected, the situation on Earth has worsened significantly. It is not a secret for any of you that time has changed its course, given that a day some hundred years ago, now fits a little more than three days, and then this dynamics will grow rapidly-we have almost no time left. Now there is simply nowhere to retreat, it's time to act.

The room is clearly something began to happen. Voices were not heard, but the color scheme of the space has changed. In a closed room felt the excitement and tension began to appear countless images, mixing with each other, incredible colors and even muffled inaudible human ear sounds filled the space.

– We are launching the project on the Ground…

***

Artem was on the bus home and was thinking about what to do tomorrow. After all, tomorrow he had to go to two interviews in related areas in the field of it-technologies. Its advantages were there and there, but how will communication with the authorities, what a team, pitfalls. There were many questions. Imagination drew countless scenarios. Anything that plays in the head guy, but one of the most banal variant of the rejection of his candidacy. Artem knew that he would successfully pass the interview stage both there and there, because he was really a rare specialist and a Pro in the intricacies of software.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by sitting in front of the drunk young boy. He strangely smiled and tried to reach out a hand to her left cheek Artem.

The situation looked quite ridiculous and obscene, but curiosity about the further development of events took up. Tom, completely forgetting about work and related experiences, began to watch the silent boy, still oddly smiling at him, the word old friend. How difficult it was for this black-haired shaggy guy to catch the right focus in a shaking bus, and even in a state of not light intoxication in tandem with something Smoking potent, a state that has already passed into the next more aggravated stage. And finally, having gathered all the attention, skill and God knows what else, he finally managed to bury a few fingers in the cheek of Artem.

Curiosity and attention next to seated and standing passengers was entirely confined to this ridiculous situation. Artem was not less surprised, but still kept calm and did not interfere, watching what is happening, as if these strange machinations do not produce with him.

The black-haired boy squeezed the left cheek of Artem, then smiled more than before and suddenly said quietly:

– Almost.

Many questions now wandered in the head of Artem, but he did not have time to ask them, because a strange neighbor in the seat immediately provoked another dumb question, pointing now on the wrist of his right hand, saying at the same time:

– And I, you see, will not last, so live – he swept carelessly forefinger some area on his right wrist, clearly showing the oblong and quite wide scar from the canteen cutlet. However, the strange thing was that neither Artem on the cheek or on the wrist of this strange passenger, nothing happened.

And here's what happened. The guy riding in the bus under strong intoxication weakened the vigilance of the controlling brain structures, in turn, the Smoking mixture briefly activated the memory of the epiphysis of his past life, seeing in the bus Artem, or rather his essence, he instantly remembered how in the early 90's being forty-year-old Alexei Vorontsov was making his capital in one of the gangster groups.

Things didn't go according to plan that time. The firm that he ran into with his brothers, was not as harmless as expected. Guys pretty battered, their leader almost lost his hand, badly injured wrist. Needed backup. For a substantial percentage were invited to shreds of "Oskolkova". He was famous for the fact that instead of the usual at the time style of solving problems – waving his legs and gunshot, calmly conducted dialogues. I came to Strelka alone, but always came back and came back as a winner. No one knew why Tolik was not afraid to die, which gave him confidence and peace. But the rumor was not in vain. Thus, Anatoly arrived to the rebellious firm, by prior agreement. He waited a few armed ruffians on the threshold of the building and fifteen people scattered across the organization, ready at any moment to erase it into a powder, if it take not the desired turnover.

In the Director's office he was accompanied by two men. They closed the door behind them and stood ready at arm's length from the visitor.

– So here you are, Tolik. Of you legends go among the lads, and mind you're not really cool – sounded haughty voice of wide seats that belonged to a balding middle-aged man fad physique.

Indeed, the appearance of Anatoly, in contrast to the tall, broad-shouldered belly-interlocutor did not stand out from the gray mass of citizens. Average height, slim build, age a little over forty. Man and man. Only his eyes were different. It was difficult to say what, but they clearly attracted and even somehow beckoned. In short, to look away was difficult, if not impossible, at least as long as the Anatoly did not let the sight of the opponent. This view, despite its openness and rather pleasant light surroundings, made it clear at some subconscious level of any danger that a person can not cope with it. It is difficult to understand and explain. The feeling didn't explained what it is to be feared, look, or that particular someone or something, it just manifested the opponent's non-verbal level.

Can we talk about me, but actually I came here not for this, I propose to go straight to the point – raised his gaze Anatoly and rested them like a sniper scope in the eyes.

– What we have to be the case, face, you who is there? began "bykovat" one, but then faltered and changed slightly in the face. Sharply increasing aggression was suddenly replaced by repentance. The body went limp at the heavy man, the gift of speech somewhere was gone.

– Don't need to nervous, talk quietly, only not with you, and with… – barely managed to talk Anatoly, as sensed a resounding blow in the back of my head and lost consciousness.

***

Company "Anima" in that came visitor, was is by no means ordinary. Things have been dark around here. The company supplied to the territory of the country and exported – wood and black metal. Under the guise of wholesale deliveries of wood to the Central part of the car several hollow logs which space was stuffed with chemical weapons and drugs were placed. To reveal such a Scam could only under one condition – if someone learned about it outside a narrow circle of initiates. Scored top to bottom in the compositions with tons of metal, the same passing through the border undetected batch of firearms and bladed weapons. The scheme worked not the first year, at customs of questions couldn't be. Nobody will think to brake structure, to unload cars and small slices to chop off each log in search of something. Or pour tons of rusty metal structures collected in the most unenviable, often unsanitary areas.

Money in the" Anime " spun more than you could imagine, which is why it attracted attention from various structures. "Guest performers" made the attacks on average three-four times a year moreover local didn't sit "idly by". This forced the management of Anima to employ the best specialists in the field of security, surveillance, listening, specialists in the field of information technology. All these specialists know the staff and competitors, this is no secret. But there were also such experts about whom very few knew. Among the " shadows "was the liquidator of the highest level, a native of the" non – existent " unit, filer, sleeper and Stalker-not a beginner. This set is not every government intelligence could boast, "Anima" all this had. Of course, the head of the company was not a mere "mortal". He was a member of the Kremlin, had connections at the level of those that lead the top officials and knew the structure of the world's governance firsthand. It is these relationships and kinship gave access to true professionals.

But because of the presence of such professions, the majority of the hijackers were unaware, not to mention the fact to avoid the idea about their work on the "Anime" in the year absolutely without any problems suddenly lost 15-20 people who showed their appetite for this company.

***

Anatoly woke up in some dark shed. His hands were tied behind a hook sticking out of the ceiling beam. All talked about the fact that it is knit such knots repeatedly. The walls of the shed were scuffed, through the cracks of the walls was visible endless expanse. It was some remote place, not even a suburb, a completely different uninhabited area. Bad headache, eyelids felt like leaden, his eyes opened with difficulty, was very sleepy, rolled up the feeling of nausea.

– Woke up, poor guy – he heard the voice behind – hike today in your career misfire, brother. Exit the winner in this situation will not work. And yet the big question is, can you generally walk out of here the speaker moved on to sarcastic laughter, which picked up two more votes.

– What the back-it is hiding, scared of me even in this state? – restraining the pain in the head at every word, Anatoly said.

– Who's afraid of you, Scarecrow? the speaker's voice began to approach, but was immediately heard.:

– Where, a Grey, is a master said from this zone not exits.

Yes, I know – said the first and went back to the place.

Anatoly began to realize that he faced serious guys. Not the ones behind him in the barn, but the ones holding anima.»:

– If these guys were given the order to be out of my field of vision, then they know what my opinion is capable of, moreover, they knew it already when I came, and as soon as I began to influence – I was immediately knocked out-Anatoly reflected to himself.

The picture began to clear up. The guys themselves did not take any action and did not try to learn anything, but if he was not interested in the one who gave the order for his delivery here, the picture would at the moment have a more sad outcome. Obviously, everyone in this barn was waiting for someone higher up. Twenty minutes later he heard the growing hum of helicopter blades. He sat down somewhere near the barn. The propellers slowed down, the engine was switched off and the approaching voices began to differ in the decreasing noise. Several people entered the barn, but only one silhouette appeared in front of Anatoly. The man put the chair opposite, turned around, sat down. Ten seconds silently studying the prisoner. The person sitting opposite was of a strong Constitution, with wide black eyes and a large hood over his head, so that his appearance could not be defined and described, nor could his eyes be seen.

– I think you already understand, Anatoly, who is sitting in front of you and why.

The prisoner nodded, lowering his gaze.

– What do you say to that?

Anatoly was silent.

– Went all out and fifty feet away from the barn – ordered the man with glasses.

They remained together. For a minute both were silent.

– My sleeper took a lot of work to get inside your head.

Anatoly was silent, not raising her eyes.

– He found a lot of interesting things.

Anatoly didn't react.

But the most interesting was not out to get you, and I know you're not such a simple guy you know. You couldn't help but understand where you were going and what was waiting for you here. You didn't expect to have a peaceful conversation in the office. What are you doing with this bunch of degenerates? Shrapnel isn't your level. To resolve issues of who is competent to dissolve, the counter is put, the business press, under his team to pull up. This is getting old, Tolya. I have a better offer for you. You're going to work for me. You will earn at least five times more than now, we will help you to realize your gift of controlling the subconscious, in less than a year you will discover new opportunities that you do not yet guess, they are in you, just asleep. I have a strong team, solid organization and solid business.

– To promote murder of people-Anatoly for the first time answered.

The hooded man pondered for a while.

I'm not a murderer, you should not think about me in this format. What to take in hand, a Bible or a weapon is the choice of everyone. But for faith and religion, believe me, people were killed many times more than all those who took up arms. Yes, I produce and supply it, and not only here. Do I contribute to genocide? You see, I specialize not so much in mass-produced weapons as in exclusive ones. Bullets, they stop someone who destroys people with hundreds and thousands. Those who destroy the earth, air, harm not only man, but the planet as a whole. I have, you see, principles. I will never sell a shipment of weapons to a gang of bandits to Rob and kill civilians. No one can reproach me for selling weapons to military points so that brothers shoot at their own brothers set upon each other by the government. But for such just rulers who for the sake of their interests in the oil deposits, territory and so have no qualms about sacrificing people and my bullets are cast. I build the world, not destroy it, Anatoly. Do you still see me as a terrorist?

After a pause, Anatoly said:

– Decent work, for this reason issues I do not have. My question is addressed to the drug trade.

– I feel like I'm on trial – joked the man with dark glasses – well, here's your answer. Indeed, the issue of drug trafficking is much more serious.

The man suddenly stopped talking and hesitantly tilted his head to the side.

– Grisha-loudly commanded an he.

Someone ran into the barn.

– We have guests. The helicopter does not run, shoot down, they have an arrow MANPADS. Mobile all to disconnect the battery to throw away right here. We disperse on foot in different directions. Go back to base by Thursday and take a closer look, can graze every step.

The man turned to Anatoly and, seeing an undisguised kind grin, spoke:

Thought you were the only one?

Anatoly looked.

Are you in?

– I need to think, weigh everything and make the right decision. I would not like to have an excuse then that I simply had no choice.

– Fairly. A couple days?

– Quite.

The man got up from his chair, snapped his fingers and at the same moment the ropes on Anatoly's hands fell to the floor, then disappeared, as if they were not there. Then he turned, took a step and disappeared into thin air.…

***

Long fled Anatoly unfamiliar terrain. The road did not know, but intuition is, as always, did not disappoint. Approaching the track, he saw four gray cars with black Windows rushing by, holding one after another. The feeling gave to understand that these are the "guests" mentioned by the man in the hood and dark glasses. When the cars disappeared out of sight in the oncoming lane seemed a red spot, it is rapidly approaching. Anatoly went to the track and raised his hand. Flying for a hundred meters, red car stopped. Catching up with him, Anatoly saw behind the wheel of a beautiful girl.

– In the city?

– Yeah.

Jump, drive.

Anatoly sat in the front seat and the car, squeal of tires, raced in the open spaces, cutting the distance.

– Julia-girl stretched out a man's hand in a white driver's glove.

– Tolya, very pleased.

– Where did you come from, Tolya? No houses, no streets, no villages within a radius of kilometers in commercials since thirty to forty.

– I'd like to know that myself.

– In terms of? Do not understand, you don't know how I got here?

– You remember that movie. Fell, lost consciousness, woke up – gypsum.

– Something to do with the smugglers? As interesting…

It seems so. I haven't quite figured out what's what yet. But you really helped me out by picking me up on the road. I don't know what I'd do without you.

– Good words, I like them. Tell them often – the girl sheepishly smiled.

Anatoly didn't answer. He was not in a romantic mood. In my head scrolled episodes of recent events, on top of the track on which he raced the car looked unfamiliar. Then came the first parcel in the village with an unknown name. It became obvious that on this road Anatoly never passed earlier though from the hometown he knew all directions…

– Listen, friend, what city are you taking me? the passenger asked, expressing genuine interest.

Here is one way to Novosibirsk, and where you need? – Julia began to slow down.

– Go there if along the way, while I don't care where, just away from here. I'll think of something in town. Novosibirsk so Novosibirsk.

Julia did not specify the details, knowing that her companion will not be able to really satisfy her curiosity, because he is confused. Anatoly tried to understand how he ended up in another part of the country where the aircraft to fly four hours, out he was no more than twenty minutes, the behavior of his body he knew well in such cases, after all- not the first time.

– Yeah… not a simple man – he reflected, gazing at the panorama from the car window – not a simple company, and not a simple mission they had assumed. To appear before the customer now would be unwise. All the lads know what I was missing. Let them draw conclusions, especially since they are, in General, fair. In the near future, no one should enter Anima, at least until the circumstances of my disappearance have been clarified. So there's still time. The plan is to get lost somewhere on the outskirts of the city, a place to stay for the next couple of days and all carefully to consider. The closest concern is what these couple of days to live for? Need to rent a house, something from the products…

Here Anatoly suddenly understood that he had no money with him at all when he went to Anima's office. He sits and makes plans for the next two days, when it is necessary to pay for transport services with this lovely girl for an hour or two, maybe three.

– Yul – began, was, Anatoly – I probably will drop and maybe even rightly so, I do not think that I have nothing with you Russ.... in that moment, he instinctively patted the pocket of his jeans and beneath my hand something suddenly felt. Immediately put the cook in his pocket and took out a stack of brand new bills, the nominal value of which allowed to live comfortably for a month and a half or two in the most expensive city in the world.

Anatoly with misunderstanding has looked at the beginning of the stack of bills in his hand, then at Julia.

– Yes, it's hard for you, buddy, what's the calculation here, even on the smallest island off the coast of French Polynesia is not enough. I'll take you, don't worry.

– Taak-held out the passenger. He put one bill in the glove compartment of the car. This amount exceeded the average tariff for such carts ten times. While Anatoly was thinking about how the money ended up in his pocket, the paper of a different composition and density was felt at the bottom of the stack, which he still held in his hands. He took out his card. It was a very expensive business card, high-quality, iridescent colors. But there was no printed text on it. No signs, no emblems, nothing that business cards are made for. Anatoly several times and turned it, examining both sides, but found nothing except playing iridescent colors. Suddenly, in the center of the business card appeared large letters of purple, as if written by hand:

You have two days, Tolya.

Think about it.

the text has vanished, but emerged the other:

…

I hope so,

you'll make the right decision.

…

the text is again changed:

…

and over time,

I answer all

your

questions.

…

the last that appeared on business card – signature:

…

Eldar.

After that, nothing else appeared on the card, the text disappeared.

– Pretty-distracted his Julia, who from time to time stroked at how her strange companion as if reading something on a business card. She, too, viewed it, but no letters, words, proposals not seen. So it seemed pretty strange that Anatoly, as if riveted gazes into the shimmering glare and trying something for yourself to see. And judging by his expression, I saw something.

– Ever seen anything like this before? he turned to Julia.

My friend keeps a small printing house, I've seen a lot of business cards. This is not the most original, believe me, but also nothing.

– No, I mean the writing.

– Julia looked at him, then at the empty card, then back at him, then returned the gaze to the road with the words:

– Something I do not understand? What writing? There's nothing here.

– Nothing… muttered in thought Anatoly.

The girl again glanced at his companion, then at the glove compartment, which was more than decent payment for carting and for a moment, making doubtful, partially a sympathetic grimace, he continued the journey in silence.

At the entrance to the city, the passenger asked to drop him off. After exchanging the standard pleasantries, and a wish of good luck they said good-bye. The car has again changed the tire and quickly disappeared around the corner.

***

Anatoly rented a modest apartment on the outskirts of the city for two days, because he was not a spender and led a rather restrained way of life in all respects.

– Apparently, money was thrown to me together with a business card at that moment when I was still unconscious. So, events developed in one way or another according to the scenario. I don't think all that happened was a play. He's too serious a man to play Comedy in front of me. It is clear that he wants to get me in his team, money is a banal move to bribe and show further comfortable life. Only now, way back then will not I also understand. And apparently, he already has more interesting specialists. He is also a very simple type. Why would he want me? And this card. It seems to me that this is not technology, this is something else… quite another-rushing thoughts in my head.

These two days Anatoly spent without any thoughts and confusion. He was well aware of the FSB methodology used in special forces to make a particularly important decision where there are many variables and to come to a logical solution of the issue is simply impossible. In such cases, the installation is given to the subconscious-to give in a strictly allotted time period the answer, a hint, a sign, unambiguous and atypical on the subject of how to proceed. Anatoly established term, according to the instruction – day. Just had to wait.

Head has finally stopped hurting when noon Anatoly was awakened by a scream outside the window:

– What are you doing here, son? When did I say we were leaving? Come home, everything would tell my father, let him decide what to do, it just stopped working, now hold on – I shouted some shrill lady.

Anatoly smiled widely, knowing every cue, reached his ears in the original for him. For him, this phrase meant the following:

"You sat up on the spot, it's time to move on. The way you indicated, obey, be obedient, but very attentive and careful, because in front of God then in any case you will have to answer. Godspeed.»

Now the only question was how to find the Eldar. To get to it the same route through office and a bruise of area of a nape extremely it was not desirable. Moreover, it is all gone, the situation now was very convenient. To change in this respect anything, and to think up some fable would be unwise. He again took out an empty business card, turned it in his hands and was about to put it back in his pocket, when he saw her familiar handwriting purple, which gradually appeared in the following words:

On the card

not to distribute

…

text changed:

…

and don't lose her,

still useful.

…

and the last:

…

I'll find you,

just wait.

…

the text disappeared.

Yeah, funny thing – in my head flashed – don't know how they'll be looking for me, however, that there is to know, again, try to get in the head. But then they knew where I was, clearly followed, calculated, and now no. Okay, I will wait, time will tell – Anatoly summarized and went to collect something to a table.

***

In the brigade there were various rumors about the disappearance of Tolik. Someone rejoiced, envious he had a lot, someone quietly drew conclusions. The group of Alexei Vorontsov, who asked Tolik for help a few days ago, was confused. Alexey was tired to lift communications in search of the person who received a solid advance and still never, not failed business. He, of course, heard that the firm "Anima" – is not a cowboy firm and a financial issue with her to resolve as desired, but Tolik was decided in the past task and more difficult. To think that it is stupid to have disappeared with the advance – did not want to. Nor was he a poor man. Advance, of course, was impressive, but for Tolik he could not be the reason for the disappearance.

Alexey could not these days think of anything, except one:

– What happened in Anima's office after all? Why is there no news about Tolik, and is it worth looking for another negotiator…

***

This morning met Novosibirsk bright sunlight and cloudless sky. Anatoly already went for a morning jog, took something in the convenience store for Breakfast and, coming out of the shower, suddenly heard some movement in the kitchen. He rented the apartment alone, didn't bring anyone here. With the tenant agreed to meet today, but closer to dinner. The time on the clock was a quarter to nine.

– Good morning, Tolya. The coffee is almost ready, now I will make sausages, and it will be possible to have Breakfast. Still, you should not smoked are not taken, so have Breakfast what we have – he heard a girl's voice from the kitchen.

Anatoly froze on the spot from such an unexpected turn of events. In addition to all that would be surprising, there was another factor that only he could know – in the store, forty minutes ago, he really thought about taking a smoked sausage or an ordinary doctor's. Chose the second option. What kind of guys put it in circulation? There were many questions…

– Well, how long you gonna stand there? Not dressed?

Because of the angle looked the red-haired girl, glanced at the robe of the tenant and once again disappeared behind the jamb.

– Come on, Breakfast is ready, please to the table – as something outrageous thriftily she said.

Anatoly did not utter a word, dutifully went into the kitchen, sat down on a chair and began to observe further events.

Girl put a glass of hot coffee Anatolia, then himself. Removed from the stove scrambled eggs, laid on plates, as well as the hostess put them. The end of the pickles was a saucer with sliced sausage and triangles cut loaf.

– Katya – she said sitting at the chair opposite, completely out of place.

Anatoly held five fingers in the face for a few moments with his eyes closed, then took a glass of:

– How much sugar did you put in?

– Two.

Anatoly nodded in approval and took a SIP. Judging by the expression, he was quite pleased. In the course went scrambled eggs and sandwiches…

Had Breakfast in silence, only from time to time, exchanging glances. When dishes were empty, Katya asked:

– I take it you're with us?

– I take it that's true.

– When are you ready to start?

– Probably, at first it would be nice to understand what exactly to start. I don't really know what kind of job they want to offer me, no terms, no … no.

– I know, I also got into Anima. Knew not what, or who, or where, and especially why…

– You can start to talk about how they got into the apartment? I didn't notice your shoes in the hallway, you're barefoot now. Did you go to the landing? As the door opened?

The girl stared at Anatoly, then smiled, silently gathered the dishes from the table, shifting them in the sink. Started to wash the dishes.

– Interesting… very interesting, what does he see in you?

– I'm just as interested. With him I had little contact, but it was enough to conclude that he is not a fool. And if he's doing something, then that makes sense.

The girl turned with a pleasant surprised smile.

– Good point.

So, how did you get into my apartment.

– Let's start with the fact that this is not your apartment!

– So this is your place? Holy crap, and I'm racking my brains, so you're the landlady? Who's the woman I was paying off?

The girl turned off the water, put the dishes in their places and turned to Anatoly, crossed his arms.

– Are you serious?

Anatoly, catching a serious look, and he doubted the logical conclusions that he had just voiced.

I don't know anymore. You don't answer my questions, what should I think?

– The guys say you're good at subconscious? You get into other people's thoughts, you can control them … why haven't you done that to answer your questions?

– Because I prefer to be myself. Work is work. Besides, I don't do anything. In the heads of honest citizens, I do not climb.

– Thank you for the compliment. Still, take a chance, I'll allow it.

– That's another question.

Anatoly suddenly changed and in a split second the eyes had penetrated into the bowels of the eyeballs Katya. It only took him a few seconds, after which he said, :

– So you're a Stalker.

– Not bad.

– Well, what are you, Dinochka, Kate-presented?

– Well, that's good now. That's why I introduced myself to understand what kind of fruit you are. Well, where did I leave my shoes-do you already know?

Anatoly closed his eyes, rubbed them again and gave five:

– Far. Evo as you here with Baikal the skidded, youthful teleport talent. Don't you worry about the shale on the coast? Drown somewhere, while the hostess for thousands of kilometers?

– Slates are really cool, but sometimes you have to sacrifice the most expensive. The work we do is serious, you know so, will lead – so lead.