Now, can in operations and the most difficult stage, it is necessary to start the car and to depart. And how to make it if they are not familiar with the alien flying devices?
Artyom, however, was and ordered to the robot:
- Check of your memory - as such here devices are started?
The electronic blockhead began to issue the instruction. Artem ordered:
- Medleny!
Communication worked perfectly. By the way, diskolt it was quite simple in management. Usual, very similar on what is used in game consoles, the joystick without wire, well several pedals of management on an emergency. Only one difficulty, is start of computer system. Here too it is necessary to put a finger, but ... The robot gave out that in case of emergency it is possible to do also without it. It is valid, possible to fly it is necessary not to drones, but other alien beings. So there is also an alternative start, the simple password.
To gardens even giggled:
- Well and a set - 12345. The imagination at bees is not big!
Artyom logically noticed:
- Can do it that it was easier to remember. Allies of drones can be rather stupid.
Ingenious Marcos prompted:
- And can and the weapon is also started?
To gardens barked at the boy mercenary:
- Yes be silent you!
Artem giggled:
- Let's check! Give me the joystick, I have more experience!
Really, Artem adored aviasimulators, so quite coped with car. Only it could have very solid speed, exceeding sound to fifteen times in air, and close to light in vacuum.
Marcos, monitoring indications of parameters of devices, noticed:
- They overtook people ... Even it is a shame to me!
To gardens reasonably consoled:
- Time we carried out them, means it has to is a shame to be an insect.
Artem wanted to ask the boy dictator where there is a big white rock, the biggest is more faithful, but noticed the card of navigation. And precisely, this sight is marked, and the movement of their diskolet is shown by a tiny, red point. So it is possible to do without inquiries so far. Why to prove to be the little child.
The planet, by the way, happy big and it surprised Artyom a little. On it the cities megalopolises, with the people very similar to dummies or parodiyno the disciplined soldiers are located. But from where so much people undertake?
Really on Earth there are a lot of any bastards what they are alloyed on the planet operated by Dzhabba the Corpse? Or here already absolutely other people. Can some space worlds from where there arrives material. And in general, whether it is hell? It seems the underworld so was not described. It is a lot of sun, the rich beautiful nature, and impious, in the form of children prisoners. Though the last is in own way logical if to consider an underworld, something like educational establishment.
But Artyom cannot distract, or to be late near big cities where I advertize a cult of Dzhabba. In general, all this looks so enchantingly that the roof goes.
The boy looked at the card. Closer and closer they to the enormous, white rock. Artyom began to get rid of a camouflage, and Marcos joyfully started giggling. To gardens, instead of pleasure, on the contrary, frowned:
- So just to us will not allow to leave. So, the Subject, fasten a mask better again!
The boy, with doubt, asked the dictator:
- You think an ambush there?
Confirmed to gardens:
- The logic prompts - they have to security batteries near the rock just in case build.
Marcos agreed with this assumption:
- Yes it is the only way not simply from here to be winded, but also to get over in any point of the Universe.
Artyom, having had a look at devices, noticed:
- And it is possible to depart from this planet and on a diskoleta ... Only probably, even if under velocity of light to disperse, we risk from hunger will kick the bucket.
Marcos with irony corrected:
- And not once to die of hunger, reviving in painful spasms!
To gardens interrupted, roughly knocked a boot:
- Will be enough about unpleasant. I trust, we will be in Dzhinge soon and all our nightmares will be forgotten!
Marcos, with doubt noticed:
- To find a harem in an underworld? It already too cool!
Artem wanted too, will be expressed by something, but was distracted by the whole cavalcade of fighting vehicles that flashed by the right board. They looked awful. Typical sharks barracudas, with guns and rockets suspended under fins. The boy was surprised where they fly. The planet seemingly monolithic and on it the guerrilla centers are not visible. Though what they being convicts, can about the let sublunary world know? Maybe really there is a strong underground that battles against a despotism of drones and mushroom toads!
And on approach to the White Rock and really batteries with long-barreled guns and rockets settled down. So, in principle, would also have to be.
Artyom however, counted that they will manage to do without firing though the couple of guns and was available for them. However here to carry diskolt quite really.
Without waiting for the address the boy transferred to them:
- An urgent task - do not send inquiries!
Artem understood that it from his party a desperate bluff, but other exit was not. Calculation was based on reaction, in the countries where totalitarianism governs. And at such modes the habit - not to ask excess questions is perfectly developed.
It is visible that on batteries there were fluctuations. Maybe really some special task. Especially as very clean, the most modern for this world diskolt the latest. A little for what it was sent to the white rock? Also do not ask excess questions - you will be more whole!
To gardens whispered on an ear to Artyom:
- Here so hold speed, they will not dare to detain us ...
Perhaps, so it also happened. Simple bluff most and effective. But accident interfered. The truth a whimsical Pallada, worked end-to-end. The message that diskolt it is stolen, arrived to the moment when the three of runaway prisoners already jumped ridge. Hysterical peep was heard:
- Stand, fly down!
Artem cried out in reply:
- We act under the personal order of Dzhabby!
This, suddenly thrown joker, allowed to win time again. Fighters bees began to hesitate. Maybe really Dzhabba gave the order, about attack of this point on allegedly stolen diskolet. Intelligence agencies also can arrange all this.
And their commander decided to make personal request to the dictator of planetary scale. But it is so simple not to contact the emperor. The secretary reported that he great does not want that he was disturbed on trifles. A pier you solve problems.
With big delay, the commander demanded to stop diskolt. Artyom declared again:
- It is impossible! The Dzhabba will tear off to all of us the heads ...
To gardens admired game of Artyom:
- Well, the young child, admit whom was in antecedents?
The boy ignored. And on batteries fluctuated. The commander could not make the decision in any way. Both that, and another threatened with troubles. But if to bring down those who executed the personal order of Dzhabba then consequences will be worse than in case someone from numerous prisoners escapes. Especially, there are some rules, on an escape case ... So ...
While below fluctuated, the edge of a diskolet was included into the soft shining field, it for a moment detained the car. Then passed in itself.
The tender, female voice was heard:
- In the intergalactic territory. Here the general rules and duties of the Universe work!
To gardens with relief squeezed out from itself:
- Really not a dream? Slipped!
. HEAD NO. 11.
More than a moment ago, the become stupid from frenzied rage, rowdy-dowdy boys became silent, despite the numerical superiority, began to recede slowly. Only one of them risked to rush on a female angel with a dagger. But barefoot fingers of the charming maiden threw in it a piece of the beaten-off tile. That got into a dagger handle, having forced to be deployed the weapon and to pierce in a chubby stomach. Wild shout, hard wounded hooligan, so worked on the others that careful retreat turned into general flight.
The, delightful beauty, having approached Jesus, one movement of a hand released the connected boy. It is trivial nails unstitched a rope to pieces.
Lowering hands, Jesus involuntarily screamed from pain, joints were turned out. The girl with a smile set them and kissed the boy on a dislocated brush. Pain disappeared, and the tumor instantly fell down. Jesus raised a hand and, having carefully put on a breast, a low voice asked:
- You are a messenger Ottsa of mine?
The little girl kissed in reply Jesus on a mouth and with a smile answered:
- No ... My purpose to teach people to live and create good independently!
Jesus suddenly frowned and pushed away tender hands of the half-naked beauty:
- There is no good out of God, to depart to me the Satan!
The girl did not take offense at all, in her voice medical sounded:
- Boy ... See on it the world, on the people Judaic. Unless guardianship of your Father, made Jews though it is one contribution better, than the pagan people surrounding them? - The beauty pointed to the old woman sitting in a distance and continued. - And me you think it is pleasant when offend weak when people - grow decrepit, grow old, are ill, suffer ... No, having the real power, ...
Instead of the answer, on the place of the barefoot marks left by the beauty on sand escapes began to make the way. Promptly expanding, they turned into bushes of strange flowers. Grandiose reddening, grew directly in the eyes, and on trees there were wonderful fruit, both terrestrial, and such that there is no name to them, with fantastic aromas, and strange beauty. Also birds - as if started singing orchestras.
Jesus looked at this miracle, and the little girl continued:
- On the place of deserts fantastic gardens will blossom, and people will never be ill and die any more, and the rage will disappear ... We should combine only efforts for the sake of rescue of mankind. Before Jesus there was a scene of the fire which captured the city. The little girl without restraint shouting in a flame, the boy with the burned head, the baby groaning on fire ... More precisely, the letting-out hardly audible whimpers. From handles burning children gentle skin, and hundreds of images, with the charring women, with the old men choking tormently oblazit.