Renee! Misar turned to the waiter! You have more than thirty years in the service.
Yes, it is. Not without a hint of pride, flattered by the attention highborn personages, said the footman.
And have a good memory?
At a lackey no memory. Renee replied evasively, thinking: He wants to find out the secret bunker.
You, Renee, loyal and faithful servant, and many secrets of the palace opened to you.
Yes, Sir, one of the advantages of footman the ability to store
entrusted secrets.
Then tell me what kind of person Hilt?
Renee sighed with relief: So, on the bunker Rishi did not have time report of death. Now, no one but me knows about it existence. idea of superiority and power over Adviser even over by the President himself pleasantly tickled vanity. Silence delayed, but did not interrupt Misar pause, giving Renee gather his thoughts. Finally servant replied: Sir, this is a dedicated and brave soldier. Mr. Zhevil it is very appreciated since then, as the President has abolished bodyguard.
But I heard that the President of Hilt had saved lives, and more than once!
Yes, it is.
And could you, Renee, call me a man who would was knowledgeable about all things personal security of the President?
Ort, Sir. He was a dedicated man of your predecessor. Misar nodded his head, he was not mistaken in his calculations by sending a prisoner of Hilt. Gesture Misar released
lackey. He took a leisurely movement tray with an empty cup coffee and slipped out from under the door. Misar lost in thought
Vehicle start is scheduled for half of the ninth. Ort, dressed in heavy space suit that can withstand all the trouble of space, standing near the ship in anticipation lift. Next, addressing his pet and faithful servant, was Adviser to the President, the predecessor Misar, Rishi. This flight is scheduled to secrecy not only from the President, but also from government circles.
You have to do it! With unconcealed excitement Rishi said, resting his hooked carried a bearded cheek Ort. Whatever happened to deliver the material sooner the better for both of us.
Gusts steppe wind howled high in the metal structure supports, drowning out the words.
Finally, the elevator doors opened mouth, which disappeared astronaut, and quickly ascended to the round hole entrance to the space ship. Rishi statue stood and watched the little mouse eyes, as the elevator is removed rectangle. And when Ort entered into a rocket, he went to the waiting nearby aircraft. Ort already counting the last seconds before the start. Plane Rishi has managed to escape over the horizon, as the site appeared armored car. A powerful jet blast threw the car as a grain of sand. All who were in it were killed, except one, it was Hilt. Rocket flight passed without communication path where there is no monitoring stations by space, so to find a ship in space failed. Going beyond the solar system. Ort brought the ship to the flight path of the comet Gall with the rotation period of 400 light-years. Meanwhile, in the chapel of Hilt itself. Finding that accompanied the capture age group died, he decided to get out of this the case without waiting for assistance. Getting out of the piles of metal, which turned the car, he moved in a northwesterly direction, hoping to get to the first corridor of passenger aircraft in order to call for help, and most importantly, to hide traces of the rocket launch, because he acted in strict confidence by
personal mission of the President So, the commandant of the city jail to learn that Hilt sent
Misar himself, bowed before him, even invited for a cup of tea But the guard and raised an eyebrow, handing the package was left waiting at the gate. Tollbooth was a dark building, stuffed novelties electronics like pie filling. Prisoners of such prison, though not seen a sharp eye warden, but felt no less free than to have visited their counterparts. The prisoner appeared to open the doors almost simultaneously with the battle of vintage watches on Fire Tower, a monument of antiques. Hilt started to learn it Ort, but mastering them, missed it in the car, he sat beside her.
To the palace! In the car, Hilt, does not help feeling grabbed the prisoners shoulders.
Ort! Exclaimed in excitement! Is this you?
Hilt! Ort surprise knew no bounds.
I thought that you are no longer alive.
Almost buried, as you see, alive.
So what you train? Damn it!
Since the death of Rishi, I did not care about their safety and lo!
Yeah, right, I did not know it was there it seemed to me you withdrew.
Where are we going?
To the Adviser.
I wonder why I needed him?
God knows why, I do not know what it will be you.
You approached it?
Im the same as in the days of our acquaintance, remember?
Yes, it took a lot of time since then. Misar still walks in the pets?
They say it even affects the President. If you Misar wait, so theyll have you. This to me is not the present case.
What are you havoc. Hilt?
Ill do anything for you, and you, if given case for me. Said Hilt.
Its a deal
Its a deal And former enemies became friends.
The car stopped in the courtyard of the palace. The wide staircase they entered the front door into the hallway. Hilt led the prisoner to the office Misar.
Report to the Minister about me! Said the adjutant on duty at the desk in the reception area.
He disappeared through the door cabinet, three seconds later, the door opened: Please! He was invited to enter. And you! Asked the adjutant to Hilt! Asked to wait. This alerted Ort. The feeling is even more entrenched, Misar when he saw who was sitting at his desk and did not raise the head from the market. Well-groomed, with a delicate blush face of the minister, flawlessly
curled up his mustache so prim and proper beard attached that indescribable look of the exterior, which puts complacency over the years the authorities. After a rather long silence Minister finally
deign to look.
Ah, well, its you! Trying as much as possible viper said Misar. Ort barely restrained myself from pleasure to smash his head minister still strong fist.
Why did you put me in jail? He growled angrily.
Oh, yeah, its been so long! Pulled Misar words. You seem to be. do not refuse service to Rishi.
Ah! So thats what you baked me.
I ask you, did you fly into space in the case of the Ministry of or the President?
I flew there in a difficult moment for our country. It was Come time to be not be war. And, as you know, due to the fact that we have become a hundred times stronger than the other, our country has remained makes it a strong president. But Hilt with his friends saved the authority of the President. As I said, they got to the rocket itself, and the best of them died. Hilt set off alone. Soon I spotted tracking station. Hilt he took out of my hands and carefully record delivered to the President, of course, it is costly. Then you know. In front of representatives of the governments subservient was produced an explosion at the South Pole. A thick layer of ice deposited over the centuries in this vast continent, in a few moments was swept into the ocean. A huge water bank three times attacked the coastal states, causing death and resignation before the power our country. The power of the President was saved. Rishi paid disease and died. An Hilt and goes to the lieutenants. Here it the generosity of Lords.
Tell me, Ort, who has been with Hilt at the time of your return?
This you can ask him. Well, thats all. So What will happen to me?
Hey, watch! Take him away! Ordered Misar. Ort brought back entrance to the car, parked in the yard, and, pushed rough inside, slammed the door
Renee filed a strict formal dress and helped to change Adviser form, as befits in such cases. Adviser, as well as members of the government, it is rarely used modern means of communication, preferring personal contacts with the President. Dressed and examined herself in the mirror, pleased Misar said: Take me. Renee, lighting a lantern narrow corridor had Misar to the secret door of the Presidents office. The office of the adjutant on duty when the remote his desk lit red button means let no one, no one to connect. Noticing key aide turned signal accurately determine the end of the ban. When the door opened in the wall, letting the Adviser, the President was sitting in a large chair, chin propped on his hands. His steel-gray eyes reflected the impenetrable walls of pinkish shimmer.
Audience is scheduled for twenty-two zero. Running late, Misar. Without looking, firm voice said Tir.
Excuse me, Mr. President. Leaning in obeisance, Misar waited. Cunning fox! Thought Tir, he still hopes to fight me.
I need reliable dedicated people who are able to fulfill any order in a critical situation. Where are they? Barked lord. Misar rapidly blinking eye lids, then screwing them into the slits of cunning, said with undisguised flattery:
Mr. President, you were pleased to know where they are?
Look, Co-vet is intimately, Im not going to listen to, let alone more to tell you a fable. Answer on the merits!
Mr. Hilt. Briefly stated Misar.
Fine. The president nodded his head. He long known the courage and bravery of devotional officer. His agility and resourcefulness, but as a person who is used to rake in anothers hands glow, gave the opportunity to come to the same conclusion to his advisers.
Yes, I remember him, he did his the best side. And knowing all that talked with Adviser Ort, through eavesdropping equipment, took a pre-cooked pre-recorded media, he added: show it to him.
Having opened his mouth, Adviser wanted to say something, but the words
stuck in his throat, his eyes met the eyes of the Lords of the World. Taking
The USB flash drive with recording, he moved back to the door.
In the hallway, he turned his back to the office and hurried to him. Along the way Misar thinking:
One way or another, and carry out the orders they still have mine, and so my skin and they will save the name of the President. Satisfied with that in mind, it was a dark corridor frozen by guards.
Renee with dog-like devotion waiting for its new owner in cabinet doors.
No news was that? Asked Misar appeared.
All is calm, Sir. Posted by Renee, what Misar motioned to leave. For a moment Counselors office was in the middle, with his large the lapels of his fingers vests, wondering about something intently. But Suddenly a sharp movement opened the office door and called out: Mr. Hilt! Insinuating voice was drowned in the depths of a dark corridor. Hilt was sleeping on the couch near the window.
Mr. Hilt! A sound response. Misar briskly walked over to his desk. On the keyboard, remote scored a personal code of Hilt. On the wide belt guard immediately give the green call key, and small screen has issued a series of numbers, a caller code, in that same moment he heard a rhythmic tone. Hilt sleepy body slid off the couch on a soft carpet.
Hilt rose. Having found a green light, read the code on a screen belt and turned signal. Straightened form hastened Misar to the office.
I beg your pardon, Mr. Counsel. He said, entering.
Nothing, nothing! Almost tenderly replied Misar. The tone of the Adviser gave Hilt vigor, in that moment he remembered Ort.
Meanwhile Misar got up from his desk and placed in a comfortable chair, pointing to another Hilt, invited to sit down. On the coffee table is a bottle of good with a cocktail two glasses, Renee took care of it in advance.
Mr. Hilt, I need a brave and loyal man, pouring cocktail glasses, spoke Misar! For this I have invited you.
You can have me, Mr. Counsel, as you will anything.
Not so long ago happened to you one more adventure. On the face of Hilt display the sincere bewilderment.
I will remind you about the history of the comet Gall, travel with your two friends.
What kind of friends? Surprise again asked Hilt.
Yes, the same as those with which you began the service by the President.
I do not understand, Mr. Counsel, in those years, I had a lot of friends.
Right you say gives the President.
The President? Surprised Hilt.
So, this thing proves it.
Misar got a flash drive with recording space information, taken from the comet Gall Ort. Hilt was slow but cautious. Then, without saying a word, Counsel reached for the remote on the table and the flash drive into the slot videophone. The familiar image hologram alien worlds floated before the astonished gaze of Hilt, his thoughts returning to the days of violent youth.
Yes, there were three! Confidentially began Hilt! Two of the We left the service. Hilt dropped his gaze. We have not seen so long time.
Who are these people?
They are able to decorate any president of his bearing, skill and bravery.
Yes, yes, but Im interested in names.
This is the captain and lieutenant Azon Dumar.
Yes, Ive heard of them. The President regretted that they had left service, citing the refusal of Tir to have bodyguards.
Times change, Mr. Counselor?
Yes, yes. He asked me to find good dedicated people to personal protection. You might not find them?
But, Mr. Counsel, will they return to service?
What service as a bodyguard of President no better and no any honorable occupation?
If you are well paid for it.
Misar pretended not to hear. Hilt repeated: If you paid for it, well paid.
Yes, yes Muttered under his breath Adviser.
For the good pay and the content, I can give them.
Well, then go ahead.
What guarantees do I get?
Misar winced. After some negotiations Adviser appointed captain of a solid salary, almost exceeding twice the salary of the palace guards and a whole range of benefits, However, Lieutenant Azon to get his title. Hilt is Misar signed and vacation, providing a fair amount of money ordered to go in search of: Such people need to serve the Mirage and the President. Said he took leave of Hilt In Cathedral Square trodden people scattered scraps of newspapers
and magazines, listening to the voice of the speaker. He stood out from the hill, standing out above the heads of the crowd with a megaphone in his hand and shouted out long sentences. The amplified voice echoing in the Gothic structure Cathedral, drowned in shouts of encouragement listeners. Approaching, Hilt began to distinguish female figures with children, dressed in colorful costumes with inscriptions on the back and chest. A group of policemen stood by, watching the gathering, allowing the speaker to speak and listen to the crowd. Hilt asked them:
What is the Sabbath?