Emissaries 1, 2, 3 parts. Complete collection
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– Comrade captain, may I? – the investigator at the beginning of the tenth morning glanced to Isayev.
– Lavrov, what do you want?
– Comrade captain, things are not looking? Any leads yet?
– Yeah, I checked your files. Fine work. You know, a man of that level doesn't leave a trail, but if you dig up anything, it'll be great. You will grow, so to speak, over yourself. Most of the time.
– How to understand it? What do you mean? Why not for long?
Because if the one who removed these two, the captain tapped his finger on cases lying on his Desk – you sense that under him dig, he is unlikely to run. Judge for yourself what he risks. He's got at least two bodies on him. And where two-there and three. One term.
– And why did you decide, comrade captain, that these two murders were committed by the same person?
Isaev realized that no matter how he tried, a bit boltnul too much.
– Handwriting one, vital, handwriting. Dead brother and sister. People are not very poor, of course someone ordered them. You want to understand who and why-just watch what will lead to the changes and everything will become clear. But by and large, who died?
– Like who? Well, it's written there. Some scribbler and his sister.
– Let's put not some, but rather well-known in high circles and a very wealthy writer. But in fact, he was already old, and his sister was still that snake. I looked through the archives for it a few trial number of property claims. The nobles have found their berth. Are you willing to risk your own skin for this?
I do not know.
– Well, that's what I mean. No, I understand that when it comes to the grave injustice, when children suffer, when criminals create arbitrariness and thereby destroy the country – there are no questions, I will substitute my first breast. In this case, I do not see the need to put all the forces in search of someone who is able to find you before. But if you do take this case – I will certainly support you, than I can-I will help. I have a good undertaker, by the way.
The captain said it's not in jest not seriously. Vitaly Lavrov did not understand how to react to the last words of the chief, awkwardly nodded, took the case and left the office with the words:
– I understand it as a whole. Perhaps You are right,there are more important and priority matters.
The captain nodded, Lavrov left the room, closing the door behind him.
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– You're asking if I've ever felt fear?
… Yes… I was scared once… for those who I "woke up" – calmly replied the interrogated Layer in the Central Board office.
We quietly switched to "you", that is the time to get acquainted. My name is Vadim – after some time continued a dialogue Tier – how to contact you?
– Vadim speak? – man on the other side the table smiled – I have, too, many names, choose any, what like, not mistaken. But I wasn't waiting for you to play cat and mouse. Let's call a spade a spade, Tier.…
On the back of a man who introduced himself as Vadim shiver. Several frightening questions formed in my head:
"How does he know, my nick, only a few, very few know him?
What do you mean I waited for you?
Who is he?
Looks like the captain didn't send me here for fun. Looks like he knew something that wouldn't let anyone else come here. But what?
Maybe the captain and this man are connected?
Maybe there's a trap waiting for me. After all he clearly understood, who deleted those two, about which was mentioned on meeting…
What's going on here?»
The person in the interrogation room sitting on the other side of the table smiled, although he did not look at the face of the Tier. All this time he was looking somewhere to the side, and just now he looked into the eyes of the opponent.
– My full and only true name – Achord – quiet, but very sharp he said.
Tier wrinkled eyebrows.
– Yacht? I've never heard of you.
– Mistake. Just because you don't remember doesn't mean you don't know me. The truth is, you know, and you know very well. At least not worse than I am you.
Tier wondered. A lot he had in life to comprehend, to think, to solve various puzzles, but now the question was much deeper. He literally felt that the person sitting opposite was not lying, and it would be possible to write off this moment in oblivion, but the Tier was famous for its photographic memory from childhood, which means that in his entire life, he did not meet one hundred percent of the subject. Something to think about…
– Good thinking, buddy. The answer is to search in this embodiment is not necessary, not here, but it is beyond the scope of this particular your physical body – again answered Achord, not paying any attention to what your thinking his opponent is not voiced.
Tier sensed discomfort, on his back again ran all the chills. It was interesting, but an experienced assassin really felt fear of the one he was supposed to interrogate. The interrogation ceased to be an interrogation. It was difficult to call this dialogue anything at all.
– As you know, there's not much point, something they themselves make up one's mind, I still hear everything, so tell me straight how it is. I want to ask about me, I want to ask about myself, most importantly, what you want to ask. Am I right? – Achord looked directly at him.
– Right – replied the other.
– Rights'. So you asked me if I'd ever been scared. I'll tell you. Yeah, that happened. The last time was many years ago.
– Twenty years ago? – specified Tier, based on my experience, that's when he last felt your fear, until today.
Achord smiled. Instead of unambiguously answering such a seemingly simple question, he began his story:
– Four thousand years ago on the place of one of today's well – known deserts there was a big city tyna-javu. There I came, having done a long way of knowledge. This city was fatal in my history.
Achord tightly closed eyelids. Tier not immediately understand the meaning of heard words, but didn't ask questions, just watched, listened and at some very subtle level felt that this meeting was for him a momentous inevitability. It's time to understand something, to remember something…