I drove over the hill and stopped the car. Once more I looked at both screens; I found that the signal from the Dash’s beacon was lost exactly where was the point indicating the laboratory. Looking around in the back seat, I saw spilled oatmeal cookies on it, a package from under them with teeth marks on it and a few drops of blood. Now, folks, pray for I do not found out who hit her when she was about to eat cookies. I clenched my jaw so hard that I felt an unpleasant crunch. So, Patrick, I understand that she became close to you during these two days, but keep your feelings inside. They never help, they just hurt. Damn. Close. Hell! Stop it!
It was getting dark. Clock showed 8.30 p.m. Waiting for darkness, and let’s go, Patrick. With these thoughts, I began to check the equipment. Opened the trunk and took out a bag, lifted the lid, under which normal people keep a box of tools and started to sort out the contents. I took off my cloak, pulled instead unloading vest; put the compartments filled with armor-piercing ammunition clips for handguns, stun grenades. Holding a missile one, I thought it was too much, and put it back in the trunk. I was not sure what would come in handy, so he took the minimum equipment that I took the job, which was not enough information. And I put in the pocket the second package of cookies. It was dark. Making sure that everything is in place, I looked up. Full moon was floating across the sky, sometimes hiding behind the clouds. If I had known ... I shook my head and began to climb on the hill.
I was lying behind a bush and watched over the imager towards lab. He showed me the two figures. I turned on night vision mode. From this distance, it was possible to consider a little, but those two who guarded the entrance were packed quite well. Each of serious vests, in the hands of one holding the M4 with red-dot sight, and the other was armed with a submachine gun. From the top, I noticed myself the route and in the moments when the moon is hidden behind another cloud, I ran into a new hideout.
I slumped to the entrance to the lab. Ten feet away stood guard. Behind them were rather big gates. I always wondered how these bastards manage to build such a thing and remain undetected. Cloud was moving to the moon. I raised my gun. 3, 2, 1, Clap came as soon as it got dark. I quickly rushed to the guard with the M4, grabbed his arm, holding a rifle, got rifle to the fuse, hooking and now he stands on his knees, and his weapon pinched his throat, and my knee rest against the back of the head.
“How can I get in?”
“Khhhakchh”
“Oops. Sorry.” I slightly loosened my press.
“Through the gates. There is elevator behind them.”
“What is downstairs?”
“Warehouse with vegetables.”
“You humorist, I see. Is lab big?”
“Not much.”
“Where is a blue girl?”
“I don’t know. Boss knows.”
“And how can I find him?”
“Second level, right to the end of the corridor.”
“What is on other levels?”
“There is warehouse on fourth level and labs on the third.”
“How can I open the gates?”
“There is console.” He pointed by his finger to the small booth.
“Any code?”
“Thetfzpis…” His voice was completely unintelligible.
“What did you said about me?”
“Three, two, five, zero, seven.”
“Thanks. Good night.” I jerked my hand and heard the crunch of a scrap neck.
I went into the booth and saw a computer. The selection was not great. Open the gate and call the elevator, or just open the gate. I chose the second option. I entered the code. Gate slowly went up. I pressed the cancel button and the gate began to close. I managed to slip under the roller shutter closing and I was in a small likeness of the gateway. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, which dilutes the only one red light, I looked around. In the corner of this small gateway I saw the camera. I turned on the night vision mode without lighting on my riflescope and made sure that the camera has an infrared lamp. By tracking the trajectory of the camera, I inspected the premises. A large freight elevator door and the little door just to the left of it. I went to it as soon as I had fifteen seconds of the dead zone. The door was open and I quietly slipped inside. Behind the door was a room on one side of which was some electronics, and on the other door. Apparently to the elevator shaft. I slipped through it, reflexively tracking camera. They were not there. Shaft was covered by lighting as a central area of the city. Looking down, I saw that the height is not very big. About 3 levels. The car was in the middle. I pulled kevlar gloves and jumped on the hawser. I started to go down to the cabin clinging to it.
With the cab, I noticed a ladder that you can go down to the bottom. But I decided to do a little examination of the second level. On the right hand was a ventilation hole, in which I crawled. I heard voices and stopped.
“Hey, Bald, and wha do we do now?”
“Relax. You have a beer - pour yourself, shut up and smile. I’ll tell you when it is necessary to do something.”
“And if this Pegasus will wander here? Then what?”
“I do not know. Boss should know what to do, it was his plan.”
“Okay. Do you have some stuff, man?” There was another voice.
“Shut up, you junkie.”
“You talk as if it's bad.” I heard laughing.
I slowly crawled to the sound source, and looked at the room through the bars. Some three guys. Two of them I didn’t know, but the third, which was back to me... His bald head looked familiar. I quietly removed the grate and jumped down into the room.
“What the hell?” Said the guy, who, I thought, took a fancy to the hood of my car.
“Hey there!” A kick to the chest did not give him an opportunity to say something else. He just sat on the floor and groaned.
“Who do I see. What brings you here, Pegasus?”
“Bald? And I want to ask you the same question. And yes. Pegasus brings me here.”
“I’ll kick your ass!” Hulk, who once watched the entrance of my house, rushed at me. Slap by the back of my hand on his neck and now he let bubbles lying on the floor, remembering how to breathe.
“Bald, why are you here?”
“I get paid. And pretty good. Why are you snatching for that thing?”
“So you pull her out of my car?”
“Yeah!”
“And who hit her?”
“Mike.” He pointed to the husky. “He almost killed her. And it is just kicked him. For him it was like a pea for elephant.”
“Mikey, Mikey. For what?” I crouched next to a gorilla.
“Why did it hit me?” He gasped, remembering skills of breathing, and trying to get up.
“Because.” My knee pressed his neck to the floor, a hand pulled a knife and slashed his neck, cutting an artery. I stood up and stared at the Bald. “Who runs the show here?”
“Boss.”
“He's the head of security. Or not?”
“Well, yes. Security, laboratory and the generals commander.”
“And why are you telling me all this?”
“Because anyway I have nothing to do.”
“It’s reasonable choice. Who is Boss?”
“Believe me, you know him.”
“Okay. Where is the winged girl?”
“He got it. I don’t know. I handed it to him and left.”
“Who was the customer?”
“There was one… Only when he learned that the product is wrong he started rebel. I had to clean it up.”
“Why it was wrong?”
“Cause we needed another horse, asshole!” He pulled out a gun and fired. The bullet flew into my head…