V. Speys - Book-2. Hilt novella

– 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.

– 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,