Project "Eye" Part 23

Published on May 24, 2016

Project "Eye" Part 23


    Photo: AV Photography

    Under the cut, I’ll leave a little memo on the characters for those who read it.

    For new readers, inside there are links to previous chapters 1 through 21 , merged into one file in reader formats . Collected all Renat Nasdinov , for which a special thanks to him.

    References to the previous parts and appeal to those who see the Oka publications for the first time:
    Око — мой личный литературный проект, работу над которым я начал в мае этого 2015 года. Из небольшой зарисовки он перерос в научно-фантастическое произведение, главы которого я выкладываю, по мере написания, на GT.

    Предыдущие части:

    Часть 1
    Часть 2
    Часть 3
    Часть 4
    Часть 5
    Часть 6
    Часть 7
    Часть 8
    Часть 9
    Часть 10
    Часть 11
    Часть 12
    Часть 13
    Часть 14
    Часть 15
    Часть 16
    Часть 17
    Часть 18
    Часть 19
    Часть 20
    Часть 21
    Часть 22



    For those who have not read the “Eye” before, it is highly recommended not to open the spoiler below.

    A brief description of the characters for readers of development:
    Майк Ивор (Михаил Иворинец) — российский эмигрант, ученый, медик. Руководитель проекта «Око», находится в неком сговоре с одним из членов Совета — Джеймсом Харрисом.

    Джеймс Харрис — один из наиболее влиятельных членов совета, ведет двойную игру, скрытен и неприятен. Знаком с Майком Ивором долгие годы, является покровителем проекта «Око» в правительстве. Младший брат Мэтью Харриса.

    Командор Мэтью, Мэтт, Мэтью Харрис — главнокомандующий и идейный вдохновитель сопротивления — силы, вступившей в гражданскую войну с правительством во времена Великой Засухи и голода на территории С. Америки. Старший брат советника Дж. Харриса.

    Оливер Стил (кличка «Стальной Генерал», отсылка к его английской фамилии Steele) — друг Мэтта Харриса, один из основных командиров сопротивления, командир основного ударного корпуса. На момент начала повествования — дезертировал и попытался скрыться в криминальном пригороде столицы — Гетто. Массовый убийца, и «кровавый мясник» — отдавал самые страшные приказы во время активных боев. Расстрелы солдат, пленных, женщин и детей.

    Деймос (до потери памяти и операции по вживлению модуля «Ока» — капитан Генри Джонсон) — военный, который сознательно с какой-то целью был направлен Дж. Харрисом в программу подопытным. Друг Ричарда О'Коннелла.

    Полковник Ричард О'Коннелл — новый персонаж (появился только в 18 части), полковник правительственной контрразведки, был ранен при исполнении в ногу, списан на штабную работу, сделал карьеру. Состоит в отношениях с Мелиссой.

    Мелисса (фамилия неизвестна) — один из «выпускников» проекта «Око», была приписана к департаменту Ричарда О'Коннелла. Состоит с последним в отношениях, по просьбе последнего отправилась на задание советника Харриса по сопровождению и помощи Мэтту Харрису и Оливеру Стилу.

    Астрея (реальное имя неизвестно) — Старшая из сестер. Как попала в проект до конца не ясно. Обладает более высоким уровнем синхронизации модуля, чем прочие операторы. Из существующих участников проекта «Око» является вторым по мощи телепатом после Деймоса. Честна, горда, прямолинейна.

    Адикия (реальное имя неизвестно) — Младшая из сестер. Как попала в проект до конца не ясно. Является третьим по мощи телепатом после Деймоса и Астреи, но предпочитает более изощренные методы воздействия, нивелирует недостаток силы уловками и играми разума.

    Анна Прайс — ассистентка Майка Ивора, второй человек в проекте «Око».

    Профессор Никитинский — первоначальный создатель концепции препарата EP-22, повышающего когнитивные способности и при вживлении модуля делающих людей телепатами. примерно за 50 лет до повествования, проводил эксперименты на заключенных в закрытом НИИ на территории России, убит собственным подопытным, как и весь персонал. На основе его записей и дневников запущен проект «Око».


    All previous chapters, from the first to the twenty first, in formats for readers:


    .azw3 .epub .fb2.zip .mobi .pdf


    His condition was more like a severe hangover. After they were locked in these wards, Melissa stopped helping him, and Oliver felt that something was going wrong.

    Once again he tried to fall asleep, because there was absolutely nothing to do here, there was a clap behind the wall, very similar to a shot.

    “What the hell is going on there?”

    Oliver suspected that Matt was being held somewhere near him and now he was overwhelmed with a bad feeling. When the door opened a minute later and Melissa appeared on the threshold, these presentiments developed into confidence.

    - Well? Everything? - Oliver sat on his bed, holding on to the edge, so as not to show trembling hands.

    “There is no time,” the woman said, “put your shoes on, we are leaving.”

    Steel General did not expect such a turn. While he was slowed down, trying to digest what was happening, Matt appeared on the threshold with a gun in his hands.

    - Oliver, why are you sitting ?! “The old commander shouted at him,” it's time for us to get out of here! Melly, - now he turned to the woman, - you can bring us out? Through the operators?

    For a moment the woman froze, and then slowly answered the old man:

    - Commander ... Your brother was right: I can only bring out one of you.

    “Okay,” Matt has already made a decision, “Oliver,” raise your ass and get out of here with Melissa, and I'll think of something. What is the radius of an ordinary operator? - He asked the woman.

    - For those that are now in the center, fifty meters. This is a mind reading. At the control of twenty meters, - she replied.

    “Okay,” Matt nodded contentedly, “then I can keep the defense here at the end of the corridor?”

    “Theoretically,” Melissa replied.

    “Then get out of here,” Matt was not in the mood for long goodbyes, “get Oliver, Melly, and find this Richard.”

    “Listen,” Oliver stuck into the conversation, who was still sitting on his bed, “I'm not going to leave you here.”

    Commander Matthew Harris just grinned.

    “Ollie,” he almost never called him that, at least for the last twenty years, “I am an old man.” It remains to me not long. And if at least half of what James told me before knocking out his brains is true, then there will be a lot of work. And I can’t even manage half of it - I don’t live long enough.

    “What kind of James? ..” Oliver began, but Matt interrupted him.

    “Help me, Melly,” he asked the telepath.

    Melissa nodded in agreement.

    “Focus on your conversation, Commander,” she said, then looked at Oliver and broke into the minds of both, transferring Matt’s memories to the Steel General.

    On everything about everything it took no more than seven to ten seconds. When Melissa finished, Oliver, slightly puzzled, was already fully aware.

    - And what, you always could? - Surprised, he asked Melissa.

    - Well yes. This is not the most desirable procedure, but now we don’t have time for talking, ”the telepath answered. “Commander,” the woman continued, already turning to Matt, “I don't think you have to stay here.” We can go down to the armory, take a couple of trunks, grenades and try to break through with the fight.

    “We’ll do that,” Oliver snapped, stringing the second shoe at this time. “Mellie, you and I will go first, Matt,” he said to the commander, “you cover.”

    After a couple of minutes, all three came to the point of level security. Ordinary people could not oppose Melissa: they cut down and disarmed a pair of guards without any resistance.

    - Where to go? - He asked the woman Oliver, checking whether the captured pistol is loaded.

    - Elevator. First to the training level, there are halls, armory and shooting, and then upward.

    “Are there any stairs at all?” “Matt asked, something I don’t want to be caught in a trap called the elevator.”

    “We have it,” Melissa held up Dr. Ivor’s key card, “she must have a blocking priority over all the other teams, he is in charge here.”

    “Yes, really, it would be nice to get her owner, too,” said Matt.

    Melissa thought about something, then leaned back to the unconscious guard.

    “Go,” she said to the men, “I'll catch you up now.”

    Melissa did not deceive and returned just at the moment when the elevator arrived on their floor. She entered the cockpit first, attached Ivor's key to the reader, and, having received confirmation, pressed the button for the required floor.

    “Costumes should be there,” she said, “I heard they were used in the Ghetto sweep.”

    Matt and Oliver exchanged glances.

    “And please, Oliver,” added Melissa, “this time do not turn off the combat mode.”

    “Aha,” the Steel General grunted in reply, “I won't.”

    Everything floated before my eyes. Oliver was as if drunk, disoriented, he had little understanding of where they were going. Corridors, doors, rooms - everything merged into a single, never-ending tunnel. Here, all three in the armory, dress in combat armor, check the batteries, calibrate suits.

    - Move, gentlemen, we do not have much time.

    Matt coped first and was already at the gun stand. At first his gaze fell on assault rifles, but, having correctly reasoned that he was already too old to run with a heavy barrel at the ready, the old commander reached for his submachine guns.

    He chose something remotely resembling a modification of the well-known MP7: the same retractable butt, compact when folded, a collimator sight.

    - Maybe something heavier? - Melissa asked, which has already completed the calibration of the suit and went to the rack.

    “There are corridors everywhere, narrow spaces,” said Matt, “this,” he raised his weapon a little higher, “will be much more convenient.”

    He once again looked at the weapon room, looked at the shooting range behind the glass and already thought it was starting to look for shops to his new "friend", but his eyes caught the steel plate at the shooting range.

    “Mellie,” he said to the telepath, “tell me, can it be that Ivor’s key will not work?”

    The woman thought for a moment.

    “Well,” she began uncertainly, “the guard can change the protocol and rewrite his account, but this may take a long time.”

    - And if they have time? - asked Matt another suggestive question. - Will they have time before we get out of this pit?

    Melissa categorically refused to understand what the old commander was headed for.

    “Commander Matthew, what do you want? ..” The woman began, but Matt interrupted her and pointed to the wall of the shooting range.

    - See the stove?

    “Well,” Melissa replied.

    - And the holes in it? - Matt asked.

    Melissa looked closer and noticed the torn holes in the steel plate pointed to by the commander.

    “Strange,” the woman replied, “there are only small arms here.”

    “What do you think,” continued Matt, “the doors in the center are thicker than this slab?”

    The woman thought.

    “I don't think so,” she answered.

    At that moment they were joined by Oliver.

    “Hey, appreciate the new thing,” said the Steel General and turned his back on his comrades.

    Looking at Matt and Melissa, the usual form of combat armor appeared, but something was wrong: there were two empty slots under the batteries on the blades, where, apparently, it was possible to fasten additional batteries.

    - What is this? Enhanced version? “Melissa was puzzled.

    Matt inspected the armory and moved to the tables of the shooting range in the same hall. On one of them, directly opposite the plate, which attracted his attention, lay something extremely similar to an anti-tank gun. But it was something else. The first difference is that the cannon on the table completely lacked a trunk: instead of it, two parallel, horizontally placed strips with a gap between them, somewhere in a quarter of an inch, predatoryly protruded ahead.

    Melissa and Oliver who approached him were also surprised by the find.

    All three of them looked at each other, after which Matt took the strange gun in his hands.

    - If ideas, what is it? “He asked his comrades,“ because I think that those holes are there, ”he nodded at the steel plate,“ this little one ”left.

    Baby weapons could be called a stretch. Almost one and a half meters in length, a large magazine and a butt, a strange double barrel gave the appearance of the gun impressiveness.

    - Commander, what is it? “Melissa poked at Matt’s shoulder, where there was some kind of alert on the armor control panel.

    "Incompatible type of device" The

    light red inscription on the shoulder made it clear that the armor of the old commander reacted to the weapon in his hands.

    “Wait, it seems I have an idea,” Oliver turned and moved back to the stand with the armored suits. There he took two batteries and returned with them to Melissa.

    “Hitch it,” he asked the telepath shortly.

    After Melissa inserted additional batteries into the grooves and snapped them in, Oliver reached for the gun in Matt's hands.

    “Come here,” he told the old commander.

    As soon as Oliver’s palm fell on the handle, the indicator LED on the right side of the gun turned green, as did the alert on the Steel General’s armor.

    "RSN-04 is ready"

    What kind of RSN-04? - Matt was a little puzzled.

    “We'll find out now,” answered Oliver.

    He unfastened the cannon's shop and, to the surprise of all three, inside they saw filled silver blanks, shaped like the letter “P”, and not the usual bullets.

    “Aha,” said the Steel General, satisfied, “I thought so.”

    - And what did you think? - Matt asked.

    “This is a railgun,” Oliver replied, “and I am very surprised that it can be taken off the ground.”

    - Is it a type of electromagnetic gun? - Matt asked.

    - Not electromagnetic. She shoots iron bars, Oliver corrected, but very fast blanks.

    He threw the gun up and aimed at the metal plate. The lever on the side was transferred to the "AUTO" mode, and the second, the purpose of which Oliver did not know, was in position # 1.

    The steel general took aim and pressed the trigger. At that instant, a line of shells burst from the barrel with cotton and flames, which left a row of torn, with a small apple, holes in the plate.

    “Mother of God,” muttered Matt, “does this crap shoot bursts?”

    “Himself in shock,” Oliver replied.

    He was really surprised by how the railgun works. Having twisted the weapon in his hands, the Steel General shifted the lever from position # 1 to position # 2, from which another indicator caught fire near the store, this time red.

    Oliver inspected the table on which they found the weapon and took one of the stores, in which larger blanks were loaded: by eye comparable to the caliber of a sniper rifle.

    As soon as he unfastened the magazine and put in a new one, the rifle buzzed, and the gap between the barrel rails almost tripled.

    “C'mon,” said Melissa, “a universal rifle for different calibers?”

    “Maybe,” Oliver replied.

    The indicator on the side of the railgun, which last time signaled readiness to shoot, was still burning red. Oliver reached for the firing mode lever and as soon as he transferred it from “AUTO” to semi-automatic fire, the weapon reported that it was ready to fire - the LED turned green.

    Oliver raised his rifle at belt level and again pressed the trigger guard, but nothing happened.

    - Eh? - I was surprised by the steel general.

    - Maybe you need to shoot from the rack, and not from the hip? - Noticed Melissa.

    “There’s no time to figure it out,” Matt snapped, “there’s enough for us that this thing can be in the first mode.” Oliver, will you drag?

    “Well,” began the Steel General, inserting back the store with lighter shells and putting the railgun into the first mode, “in a suit, then everything is a feather, even myself, so I think I can handle it.”

    “Okay,” Matt nodded, “Melly, take something for yourself and get out of here.”

    Matt, without waiting for his comrades, moved to the stand with a weapon and again picked up a modification of the MP7. In the same place he found himself a belt pouch, in which he put a couple of stores, two EMR and one fragmentation grenade. For a moment, his gaze lingered on a pistol, from which James killed himself - the compact Sauer P228, an excellent choice for wearing under clothes. Matt decided to leave him here, and reached for the usual glock that was commonly used in the government army.
    Melissa decided to go light: she took several grenades, and she preferred a second pistol and additional stores to the machine gun.

    “And I'm ready,” said Oliver, who was watching the charges.

    The steel general found on the table two more additional shops with blanks of a smaller caliber, which had already moved to his pouch. He decided not to change the pistol - the trophy glock, which he removed from the guard, completely satisfied him.

    “Maybe take something more impressive,” said Matt to Melissa.

    “My main weapon is here,” the woman tapped her temple with her finger, “you will be shooting, just a little.”

    “Well, okay,” the man agreed, “let's go.”

    All three of them moved to the elevators and, like last time, using the map of Ivor, began to rise to the upper levels without difficulty.

    “It’s strange that there are no sirens or alarms,” said Oliver.

    - Why extra noise? - Matt answered.

    “Well, yes,” Oliver agreed, “there is something about that.”

    To the surprise of all three at the top, they did not give them a hot reception, quite the contrary - there was not a soul on the surface.

    “What the hell,” muttered Matt, and intercepted the machine comfortably, “let's follow me.” Melissa - cover up, Oliver, get ready to shoot.

    “Always ready,” snapped the Steel General, “not small.”

    Combat armor reduced the load, but he was still weak.

    “We need transportation, let's look around.” Oliver, take it - Matt handed his pistol to a friend, - maybe it will come in handy. I don’t believe this thing to the end. ”He nodded at the railgun in the hands of the Steel General.

    The top level room was a huge hangar with a checkpoint at the exit. It housed supplies, which were prepared to lower down to the center, fuel supplies for backup generators, furniture, equipment and stuff like that. However, not a single car was visible on the move: all those found by the fugitives stood without wheels or with open hoods and clearly needed repairs.

    After ten minutes of inspection, all three again gathered together.

    - Well? - Matt first asked.

    As expected, none of them were unlucky.

    Matt was already thinking to remove the wheels from one of the trucks and try to start the one that looked best, but one of the freight elevators was set in motion.

    “It seems the guests are coming to us,” said Oliver.

    He was right. The checkpoint also began some movement and as soon as the elevator comes up, all three will be trapped in a vice.

    “So,” Matt began to think through their further actions while there was time, “Mellie, how many people are there at the checkpoint?”

    - A man of five or six, no longer hear.

    “We'll deal with them,” said Matt. “Oliver, will you meet the guests from the elevator?” With this toy of yours?

    “Of course,” answered the Steel General, “just don’t get too carried away there, I may need help.”

    - You can handle it. Come on, Melly, ”said Matt,“ Oliver, as you finish here, walk away to the checkpoint, go on foot. ”

    - Good.

    A couple of seconds later, Matt and Melissa disappeared behind the nearest drawers, and Oliver began to choose a position. Unfortunately, there was nothing in front of the freight elevator that he could hide behind, so the Steel General simply knocked over a couple of boxes, in which, apparently, there was furniture in the parsing, and got behind them.

    Upstairs he put the railgun, put the butt in his shoulder and checked whether the door was clearly visible.

    The doors could be seen well.

    Oliver turned the weapon into semi-automatic mode, three shells per shot and began to wait for the moment when the elevator rises to the floor and it starts to open.

    “The width of the opening is ten meters, that is, there can fit about eight people in a row. If they are with escort, then, rather, will stand "box" for four people. In any case, it is necessary to beat in the center. Am I going to the elevator door? And if you do not ask? There are guns. I had to get a grenade from Matt. Okay, I can handle it. ”

    The elevator stopped on the floor and as soon as the doors swayed, Oliver pulled the trigger.

    Railgun began to spit out blanks, which at great speed were flashing metal elevator doors like paper. At some point, they stuck, but Oliver was more than enough what he had time to see.

    Shells fired by weapons in his hands, tore security guards apart. Even passing through the metal, only slightly slowed down, they, like a deformed steel cloud, crashed into body armor and human flesh. Torn arms and legs, huge, gaping holes in the chest and stomachs. Some of the wounded still moaned, quietly settling on the walls, but it was clear that they had only a few minutes left to live - the wounds were too terrible.

    Oliver pressed the trigger again, but nothing happened. He still had half a shop, but the indicator on the railgun reported a lack of power, and the armor control panel offered to press the butt to the shoulder to supply additional power to the device.

    So this is how you work, Oliver thought. At first he did not notice the contact pads on the butt and simply decided that these were the costs of the prototype. Steel General pressed the butt to his shoulder, after which the indicator on the weapon lit up with a familiar green light. He gave the last turn on the elevator, cutting off the suffering of the wounded, threw the railgun on his shoulder, took out a pistol and moved towards the checkpoint, to Melissa and Matt.

    Help these two were not needed. The telepath effortlessly took turns taking control of the guards, taking them out to an open place where Matt had dealt with them with several shots.

    “The last one is far, Commander,” Melissa said just as Oliver approached them, “I myself.”

    A few seconds later, a shot was heard from around the corner.

    “Everything,” the woman nodded and turned around, hearing the steps of the Steel General, “how are you, Oliver?”

    Steel General was a little uncomfortable.

    "She just seems to have forced the man to knock her brains out, and it looks like she drank a cup of tea."

    “It's okay, nobody is behind us,” he answered out loud.

    He decided to omit the bloody details of what the railgun is capable of.

    “If so,” said Matt, “then we lift our asses and get out of here.” Melissa, where is the nearest checkpoint or a place where you can get transport?

    The woman thought.

    - There is a military base nearby, which is closed. Recently, it has been used as a prison for suicide bombers and military criminals. I think we can get something there, ”she replied.

    “Okay,” said Matt, “how long does it take?”

    - About an hour.

    - And if you burn batteries?

    “That’s about twenty minutes.”

    “Great,” said Matt, “Oliver, reloading and running to the base, got it?”

    “What is so incomprehensible here,” replied the Steel General, “and I also, sort of, dealt with this thing to the end,” he patted the shoulder on which the railgun was hanging.

    “Okay, we're getting ready for the business,” Matt said, and reached into the pouch for the new store.

    When they went beyond the checkpoint, it was already dark. Trying not to make much noise, all three transferred their armor to the “marching” mode and ran, which looked more like huge jumps, moved in the direction indicated by Melissa.

    Ten minutes later, after crossing the next undergrowth, the lights of the base appeared somewhere about five kilometers away.

    - Everything is okay? - Stopping, asked his friends Matt. - Oliver? How are you?

    “Normal,” the Steel General croaked, “I will live.”

    Even running in armor was incredibly hard. Before the eyes of a man everything was trembling, and the blood pounded in his ears so that it seemed to him that he was about to deaf.

    “The main thing is that the seams are not separated,” he thought.

    “Okay, the camp is over, you can rest at the base while Melissa and I look around,” said Matt, “come on, old man, you can handle it.”

    And they ran again.

    When a kilometer and a half was left to the base, Melissa noticed the lights of the car column that had emerged to the right of them because of the turn. The cars were moving at low speed, and the trio had time to get to the road and think about the situation.

    “We can try to grab one of the trucks and move toward the city,” Oliver said.

    “They're armored, even glass,” said Matt.

    - And we have a railgun.

    - Do you think it will?

    “The problem here is not to pierce, but to prevent the car from dying,” answered the Steel General.

    The commander thought.

    “Melissa, can you take control of the driver?”

    “Excuse me, Commander Matthew,” the woman replied, “but the target is on the move, too little time, and I’m tired too.”

    “Okay,” said Matt, “then we will attack.” How many are there? Three? Two jeeps and a truck, right? Hence, the ram and shield in the flow, take the average.

    All three of them checked their weapons once more, Matt and Melissa prepared grenades, and the Steel General settled down with the railgun a little further to receive the head machine.

    When the trucks drove closer, Matt and Melissa snatched a check on each of their grenades and threw them right under the first car. As he figured the old commander, she and the truck just have time to drive, and the explosion will destroy the last, third.

    Oliver put the railgun in solitary fire and waited for the explosion.

    Five seconds from the moment they dropped the grenades from their hands seemed like an eternity to Matt. He firmly gripped the handle of the machine and was preparing for battle.

    “Commander,” Melissa began, “there ...

    At that moment, the grenades exploded, damaging the rear axle of the last jeep, from which it went into a skid, almost turned over and almost immediately caught fire.

    Almost simultaneously with the explosion of the grenade, the railgun of Oliver began to work. Steel General with precise, single shots stitched the cabin and engine until the jeep wagged and stopped in the middle of the road. The truck driver tried to drive around the obstacle, but Matt jumped to his feet and, overtaking the car in two huge jumps, jumped onto the footboard, one powerful, reinforced military armor with the elbow literally carried the armored glass out of the frame and gave the driver a cab and a soldier next to it long queue.

    It's all over.

    “Commander,” Melissa fled to Matt, “I'm not sure, but there’s someone in the back.”

    Oliver was still far away - finishing off the wounded in the head car, so Matt gave Melissa a command to follow him with a sign.

    What seemed to be an ordinary truck from afar, in fact turned out to be an armored paddy wagon, and judging by the fact that he was going to a military prison, someone could be inside.

    - Melly, do you hear anything? - Matt asked.

    “It’s like someone there, but I can't get through to it,” Melissa replied. - Maybe unconscious. And maybe the body is shielded.

    “Okay,” Matt checked how many cartridges were left in the store, and again raised the machine, sending it to the car, “on the count of three, open the doors sharply, did you understand?”

    The woman nodded silently and grabbed her pistol more comfortably.

    - One two Three!

    **

    The soldiers didn’t particularly stand on ceremony: the two grabbed Richard, who almost immediately began to rebound after the knockout blow, under the arms, two more raised the still unconscious Astrea. The hair on the nape of the girl began to darken from the blood, which was already running in thin streams along the neck, and the colonel hoped that it was just a dissection.

    “The girl has a piece of iron sewn into his neck. And if they were damaged? ”O'Connell thought. They were dragged out into the street and dragged to an armored truck, which was apparently used to transport prisoners.

    One of the soldiers tried to take away his cane from Richard, but the man grabbed it tightly and

    snapped back: “You’ll take it, and as we get there, you’ll have to drag me to yourself, you understand?”

    The fighter did not answer, but left the attempt to pull out the cane. So Richard, right along with her, was thrown inside the truck, and then, like a sack, was thrown into a telepathic girl.

    First of all, after the sash shut, Richard crawled to his assistant and checked if she was alive.

    Pulse was, but not too strong.

    “A second blow to the head in a day,” thought Richard, “yes, I do not envy her how to wake up.”

    He was incredibly glad that they had been loaded into one car, as it was impossible to explain to the martinet that, if he was fifty meters away from him by fifty meters, he would not be able to. Anyway, Richard didn’t want to go into the details of what is happening right now.

    The car started moving and, judging by the landscape through a small, latticed window under the ceiling, they moved away from the capital, out of the city.

    “Have I really lost?”, “The dark thoughts overpowered the colonel,” “Henry led me as a boy, and he also set me up. It was necessary to shoot and be done with it. ”

    Astraea did not come to her senses. When Richard once again rose from the floor to see where they were, the landscape outside the window radically changed: instead of concrete high-rises of the capital, only wastelands stretched around, alternated with sparse underbrush and small groves.

    “Out of town. Damn it, Astraea, it's time to wake up! ”Thought the colonel.

    He tried to revive the girl, slapped her cheeks, called, but she refused to come to her senses.

    “Yes, the second blow to the head in a day ...”, the colonel thought again.

    When he was almost resigned to the fact that his companion could not help them, somewhere behind, behind their car, an explosion thundered. A second later, the truck swerved abruptly to the side, from which O'Connell and Astrea, like dolls, flew to the other side of the body.

    The car stopped. Richard very sensitively put his shoulder on the wall of the truck, but there was something good in this incident - Astrea began to recover.

    She rose heavily to her feet and began to look around, disoriented, trying to figure out where she was.

    - Hey, how are you, Astrea? “O'Connell started,” they attacked us, but I think ...

    “They attacked?” - Interrupted the girl - who? How attacked?

    The colonel did not have time to answer. At this moment, someone with one sharp movement opened the body doors.

    Astrea did not want to be a victim for the third time in twenty-four hours. Turning to her module, she concentrated and brought all her strength to the person who was standing next to the car and, as Astraea thought, trying to get inside.

    “They attacked, yes?”, - she beat in the traumatized concussion of the girl’s mind, - “very for nothing”.

    The uneven light from the burning car behind him hit Richard in the eyes and he could not understand what was happening. Before he had time to say anything to Astree, she put the attackers with a thought thought — there were two of them — on their knees.

    The woman is the only thing that could discern O'Connell, raised her hand with a pistol and put it to her own head. Everything was a little more difficult with a man - he had a machine gun in his hands, the belt of which he threw over his shoulder, which prevented him from performing the procedure with the same ease.

    “Astraea, under ...” began Richard, but at that moment the woman under Astraea’s control pressed the trigger.

    Thundered shot. Richard saw how an unknown skull breaks from the back of the trunk, as from a breach, after a bullet passed through a small fountain flies out of a mixture of blood, fragments of bones and brains, as under the weight of her own body she falls face down.

    - Wait! - Nevertheless, the colonel finished, - They attacked an army convoy, maybe they will help! Why immediately shoot!

    - What? - Astraea still did not fully understand where she was, - the column?

    - Yes! “Richard shouted,” let him go, just see that he doesn't shoot us!

    The colonel got up and, holding his hands above his head, to show that he was unarmed, he had gotten out of the car body hard.


    In order to keep readers abreast of the pace of work, and just to chat without fear of being hit by a banhammer on the GT, or, if you do not have an active account, I created a group in the VK open spaces dedicated to the Oko project . We are already one and a half thousand people!

    Welcome.

    A meeting with readers from Moscow is also planned in the group , since the author is selected from his Minsk to the capital. Details in VK.

    Criticism, assessments, discussions and other comments in the comments, as always, are extremely welcome.