London 4019. On the Britain
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“Will you show me your house?”
“Yes, of course,” – said Bill and turned to Priscilla, – “bunny, you need to sleep. Good?"
“Good, hare,” – Priscilla laughed and went to the sleeping cabin.
Kmykh on the dashboard of Maserati noticed that snipers – drones had already plunged into the trunk. He turned on the start of the engines and began to direct the capsule towards the houseboat. He really wanted to smoke. When Bill and Eugene walked into control room, Kmykh had already planted Maserati in a guest place for capsules in the stern of the house. And Bill, meanwhile, activated his drone and turned on the autopilot of the houseboat in the direction of London. The house began to slowly pick up its six knots and cut low waves. Kmykh turned off the dashboard, got up from his chair and went to the capsule for cigarettes. He brought two cigarettes for Bill and himself, and then sat down in chair.
“Well, let's go. I'll show the house,” Bill said.
"Well, just let's have a smoke first. I wonder why Ippolite agreed to work for them and brought them information. How did they put pressure on him? He has no relatives in Britain. And terrorists cannot receive information about a person. It is all stored on the territory of the Royal Palace. Such information can only be obtained by the FSB upon request."
"He has an adult daughter on the moon. She has a small cafe for tourists."
"What is the name of this cafe?"
"I do not remember. Ippolite said that it was near the Chaika casino and in this cafe served vodka briquettes with the taste of sauerkraut. Yes, I still remember that she is 232 years old, and every year she happens to be updating the body in Britain. This is in Sklif in Moscow. Ippolite buys renewal for her body every year. Perhaps the bandits tracked Ippolite' payments through Naibul Bank."
"But Sklif does not accept payments from Naibul Bank, everyone knows that."
"Accepts, but requires showing the origin of the money. By the way, our dad always paid in advance for our body renewal. Now he is retired and we must take care and updating the body of dad in the first place. So far, I manage to buy updates for my dad every year. I mustn't lose my job."
"Me too. Some rich people pay a hundred or even two hundred years to upgrade. It’s a paradox, but sometimes proletariat can buy updates, for example, you, an employee, and bourgeoisie cannot, for example, the owner of a cafe or restaurant."
“This is not a paradox, Eugene. Brains are valued more than the restaurant business. Knowledge is power.”
“Well, suppose the terrorists put pressure on Ippolite, taking his daughter hostage. They couldn’t take her out of the Moon. The customs service of the Moon will not allow it. There are two options. Or they took Ippolite and her daughter at the same time, and the daughter agreed to fly to Britain, since her father was held hostage. Or the terrorists have a base on the moon. It makes no sense to bring her to Britain. So I need to look for their base on the moon. Perhaps it serves as a haven for terrorists and invaders from Saturn. There on the moon, every rabble from all the planets is going to play casino and many other entertainments. Not everyone can get a visa to Britain, and it doesn't depend on his planet of origin. The commerce chambers of the moon also attract many swindlers. I was there one hundred and twelve years ago, transporting equipment to a military base. Now people say that everything has changed a lot."
"Okay, we smoked, let's go, Eugene, I'll show the house."
"By the way, I brought six cans of beer and food. There are briquettes with the taste of cheesecakes with sour cream. Do you want?"
"I wouldn’t refuse beer. Well, and I need to sleep."
"At night I bought sleep in a red telephone box, and now only in the evening I will want to sleep. When will we arrive in London?"
“About thirty hours later.”
“So I have to sleep and dream like poor people. But my friend says that rich people also sleep to dream."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, she is Alice."
“You are one hundred and fifty-five, and you will never grow up.”
"Do you have fishing rods? I want to fish."
"Are fishing rods and spinning rods, no vodka.
"Then I instantly flies to a shop. There and back about twenty minutes will leave. I can grab briquettes with a taste of herring spiced salting.
"Do not. Rest better. So let's go watch a house?"
"Yes, I already studied it according to the schemes before the operation. So I’m better off guiding you here. Furniture wanted an old look. I hope it is as old as the house itself."
After inspecting the house, the brothers went on deck. Kmykh went to the capsule and released three drones.
“Look, brother,” – said Kmykh, – “these are three intelligent drones. One drone will always protect Priscilla, the second will always be with you. The third drone is a sniper. He will also always be with you, and he constantly monitors the airspace."
"Thank you brother."
“Drones, get down to duty,” – said Kmykh.
Immediately one drone went to the door of Priscilla’s sleeping cabin, the second drone flew off four meters and hovered, watching the situation around Bill. The third drone rose above the cabin, magnetized to its roof and began to scan the airspace within a radius of five kilometers.
"Something I was tired too and did not get enough sleep, I’ll go to sleep with Priscilla. I did not sleep for almost a day and everything was on my nerves. If you want to sleep, you already know where your cabin is. By the way, you can fly into the house at any time, park and sleep as much as you like."
“Thank you, brother,” – Kmykh said, – "I’ll go to bed too and talk with Alice."
Bill went down to the lower deck and went to the sleeping cabin. An intelligent guard drone followed him. Kmykh also went to his cabin, got on the bed and said, – “Alice, hello!”
"Hi! Long time no see."
"Alice, I’ll sleep four hours until the evening, I want to see dreams. You need to send two employees and five security drones to guard the chief architect of London. Perhaps the terrorists will want to get a plan of the underground premises of the Royal Palace."
“Have a good sleep, Eugene. Have already sent. And two more drones are on duty at the Zaha Hadid library."
"Well. Bye, beautiful. Bye."
“Goodbye, Eugene.”