V. Speys - Book-2. Hilt novella

© V. Speys, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0053-4958-3 (т. 2)

ISBN 978-5-0053-4959-0

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Book-2, is a continuation of the story set out in the book – 1 “Tir”. The development of events occurring on the planet Fayeton in prehistoric times of the Earth. The heroes of the book participate in a scientific experiment on Earth. Survive incredible adventures. Pleasant readings, your author.

At the table, littered with papers, sat Misar. The shimmering green light came from the walls of the room, lighting up immersed in the thoughts of man. And black business suit and a pale shadow of the person with the seal of heavy thoughts, and the empty silence of the palace – all induce the belief that the state of affairs is not the best. Tottering power of the President, meeting with the forces of the people who are in the Armistice Union, argued the idea that the reign of the Mirage coming to an end. Loneliness, likening the ghost pallor suggesting that this weak-willed person. The huge palace was empty, but it is securely guarded detention. Black overalls guards of the palace guard flashed here and there on the soft tracks corridors. Under the bright light of the stars twinkled in the courtyards of their helmets. The table was gay with a scattering of colorful stamps on the set of envelopes scattered in disarray over the green cloth. The contents of the letter they brought grim news from the remote corners of the world. Yes, it was something to think about Adviser. The nations, burdened with all the tax increases and rising prices have become a fait accompli well-fed and rich life overarching state, Lakia. Since coming to power of Tir has been twenty years, that has changed over this period? Yes, to end hunger and devastation by spreading

National income countries. Yes, no more wars and unrest – there is a single rail power system state Mirage over the world, including a set of disenfranchised laws severely restrict the rights of citizens in the Allied countries. On the contrary, the citizens enjoyed Lakia comprehensive benefits.

From the dreams of the peoples of a certain democratic Union Armistice has disappeared. Build your empire of Tir World Domination by putting the people in front of more sinister reality – the danger of a new war with the use of the quark weapons. Counselor knew that Tir will stop at nothing to saving power, to subdue nations. On Saturday afternoon, the President spoke to the Cabinet of Ministers to draft new laws, one ruinous for other subordinates of giving enormous profits Mirage. With particularly strong criticism made by ministers of the Southern Hemisphere. After the speech, the President went to his villa. Waving the flags and bright bouquets of flowers, his people crowded country on the way. The people of the same hundred fifty states, frozen at the TV screens, they hated him even more. In the address of the Adviser swept the telegram: – Dear Mr. President. We managed to decipher information about a “quasi-quark weapons.” Tir wary clenched fingers entwined speaking to blue.

– Do not pull, report!

– Information about how to obtain this bomb is now on the way out…

– Why ran she not report?

– They did not want to disturb your sleep…

Yeah, what the hell’s sleep! Are you there pawns playing with me! Tyr has long carried the “along and across the” laboratory staff, but even so broke grateful speech and concluded: – Wait promotions!…

– You hear, Renee? – Rishi overheard conversation with undisguised glee. – He still launch a bomb in production and will help us to gain besides more and force!

– You said Providence, Mr. Counsel. – Agreed lackey.

– Today, remove this puppy! – Angrily said Rishi.

– My men are ready. Folding rifle with optical sights they will be held in boxes for plumbing tools. Have penetrated objects under the guise of fitters and repairers.

– Act, Reni, Providence bless you!

At the same time in the lab Azon and Hilt, bent over amplifier receiver, tried in vain to catch a wave transmitter installed in the office of Hilt Rishi microphones. In addition to cod ether yes whistling noise did not bugged.

– As I had thought! – Exclaimed Azon! – Rishi is not as fool-proof as we think.

– What’s the matter?

– It includes a noise every time you talk to someone.

– Azon, look, I saw yesterday on his desk Mirage map showing some marks on it.

– It’s interesting, and where are they here? – Azon’s unfolded approached hanging on the wall map.

– Here, where our hotel, the red cross. Here’s where this skyscraper on Fifth Street, is also a cross, and on the other the street from the palace to the villa of the President of the red line.

– Yes this is the route that every day at exactly 16:00 President travels. Good for you, Hilt!

– What does it mean? – Naively asked.

– Anything. And the worst – an ambush. You do not touched on the table?

– No, it’s all there on the spot.

– Immediately, Hilt, rush to the skyscraper, and I’m on the roof of the hotel. If it’s an ambush, consider that you are saving for the second time Tir life. Come on, friend!

Hilt looked dumbfounded at Azon, “he jokes or laugh at the naivetés shepherd”, but in the entire appearance of Lieutenant did not have and shadow ridicule. And Hilt rushed after him…

They ran out of the lab, each rushing to his side on the crowded street. There was a rush hour. Motorcade has left the palace, heading down Fifth Street toward the Cathedral of the Ort Star.

The killer was driving the trigger when Hilt jumped on the thirtieth floor skyscraper under construction and has appeared behind him. He shuddered by surprise. A bullet whizzed past at the head of Tir and plopped to open the door of the car. The President immediately stopped tuple.

– Immediately up! Cordon off the block! No one out! Check all! – He commanded the guard. Dumar, who was sitting next to driver radioed Major Zhevil about the incident. Police immediately cordoned off the street, passers-by began searches. Hilt in two strides he found himself next to his massive back gunman. He spun around, aiming the gun at him. But it was it’s too late. Hilt was standing close to the long barrel; the right hand lay his iron grip on the barrel. Before him stood a huge growth bruiser. His heavy jaw and a broken nose flat, almost bulged into the skull, suggested the alterations he had visited their owner. Hanging shaggy eyebrows nearly closed spiky little eyes and bald head turned purple from the strain. Hands with the slowness of a bear began to raise the gun to strike. Curl of the lips contorted ugly face of the killer, who spoke about the fact that its owner is valid for sure. Hilt coolly, taking advantage of the slowness of the enemy, his head struck the first blow in the solar plexus. Goof off balance with all the fluff back and hit his head on the Brickwork. Hilt tried to stun the culprit fist on his bald head. But other than biting cotton nothing came of it. Vanished was a smile from the face of the killer once again took his place and strong as plowshares plow, hand raked his fingers through his poor sergeant by the collar uniform jacket. Crosswise squeezing the collar, the killer began to strangle the victim. Fighting the Killer delayed the time to retreat. Police came to the rescue quickly tied the criminal, put him on a stretcher and carried him down. Hilt was close to conclusive evidence of the assassination – a gun. Suffered in this story only Hilt, his voice changed and hissed, but his story is still seriously listened to the devil and jokes from the guards…