«So think about us! After all, she betrayed us, and we betrayed her.»
Again these voices. Where do they proceed from. He glanced on the curtains, on thin strips of blinds, blocking windows. Safes, globe with a bar inside, valuable landscapes on the walls, wallpaper with a refined pattern no bugs or radio devices could be mounted anywhere. Where are these vibrating, outstanding sounds. Whispering is as if called from the parallel world. Still a little bit and he will begin to believe in spirits.
At the edges of the box with heads, some symbols were really scratched. It looks like licking from the hieroglyphs or figurines of dancing gods. Indian Cali, and Egyptian Anubis, and Persian Ariman met here. Although the drawer looked new, but he was implanted with antiquity, like from an antique shop.
Mario himself did not notice how he pressed the call. The trusted persons broke into the office as if they would have expected that there would have to shoot a whole patrol of the unexpected soldiers.
«You called, boss?» asked Carlos, the main of the security.
«We are going to check out something,» Mario barely looked at him. «Arm yourself better than usual. We can wait for a surprise.»
«What will be the route?»
If he himself could pave a route to a place that had been a bad reputation for many centuries. Then he himself was a member of the Rosier family? Only they could find the road to the legends crypt.
«Follow Blaise. Although stop» She will understand what they follow her.» Look did not leave any scrapbook, business cards, envelope when I left. Although a schematic drawing on the wallpaper. She had to give some hint.
Well, why he did not ask her directly, how to get to the crypt. Not to look for some kind of magical way which opens at midnight only to chosen.
«By the way, you yourself do not know anyone who knows the route to the Rosier family crypt?
Carlos embarrassed. This happened to him for the first time in his entire service.
«Well, there is one blind beggar.»
«One of your agents?»
«He is a good informant. Hears a lot, although he does not see. But its not that. Recently, he was damaged by reason, assures that some voices suggested him the way there.
«Well, there is one blind beggar.»
«One of your agents?»
«He is a good informant. Hears a lot, although he does not see. But its not that. Recently, he was damaged by reason, assures that some voices suggested him the way there.
«Voices?» Mario even shuddered.
«Well, he is able to hear only voices. He is blind. He said it can not be described. If only they do not allow him to touch them.»
How interesting! Blind sometimes can really be more than vigorous. They trust them, thinking that with their helplessness, they are not capable of anything. And then they are finding the way.
«He was there?»
«It seems yes,» Carlos was not sure.
«And found he a den of thieves, warehouse of weapons, drug repository?»
«There are only dead. This is a crypt,» Carlos responded about the tomb of Rosier so respectfully, as if he had never used the funeral offices to cover his frauds.
«But check this crypt will not hurt,» Mario burned sullenly. «Suddenly it is unusual.»
«Did you get any important information? We could check everything ourselves.»
«Do not ask questions! How much I taught you! I need to be in that crypt. Immediately.»
The desire began to devour him as a worm of wood.
«Go! Bring the blind. And take more people.»
«Today is the conclusion of the transaction.»
«Whats the matter? Just call from my name and abolish the meeting. I give you such powers.»
«But the Ronaldo clan» Carlos said.
«Damn with them! Im urgently need to go to the crypt. This night is mine. I will not allow anyone to tear myself from an important check.»
Carlos only nodded.
Mario was not going to explain anything to him. Worse, that he does not understand himself now. Blaise brought him crazy? Or the head of the box, smiling with the corners of the marble lips?
«A Phenomenon!» He said, turning to Carlos. «Lets call todays operation «Phenomenon».
The phenomenon really was how he was crazy because of any betting and because of the brazen pretty girl, who assured that she knew about everything.
Mario touched with his finger a smiling marble mouth, and when he took away the finger, then the blood trace remained. Can the statue bite?
Night among the sculptures
In the drawer is not even a bust, but only a head. And he seems to be in power of this piece of marble. This is an obsession! Mario seemed that the chopped head controlled him. The feeling did not leave him all the way to the crypt.
The blind boy very willingly pointed him the road. Usually it had to intimidate him, blackmail, even bribe so that he would give out some overhearing secrets. Many people pass and carelessly talk about something, but the blindly boy in the shadows heard everything. Childrens cripples are an excellent information channel. No one will think that they will bring something to someone. But this blind child was more like a small monster. Mario tried not to watch him. His attention attracted only the head in the box. It seemed that he begins to see it even through the closed lid.
The boy was kept silence but he was not afraid of anything. Did not even shudder.
«Do you hinted the statues of the Rosiers family that they would protect you,» said Mario straight in his ear. «How did they protect all the Rosiers before you?»
He looked around, but the blind boy behaved seriously.
«We almost came! «He exactly pointed out with his hand in the direction wherein the thickets are opened once luxurious gates of the crypt. As soon as the blind can know so exactly where it is. Mario even had a suspicion that the boy was not blind, but only pretty. But empty eye proteins without pupils were exactly blind.
«Is it a Rosier family crypt? You did not betray us, starting at another place?» He shook the boy.
«For sure! You can check yourself. Even I can take a point that their surname and emblems are carved on the door.»
Oh, yes for sure! They were damn aristocrats. How could he forget? They even had their own emblems. Well and family! Even their ashes cursed if you believe the legends. The reputation ran ahead of the terrible events that have recently happened here. The crypt was luxurious, but no robbers in it still have broken. Otherwise he knew. They say Rosiers, once selled their souls, suffer and take vengeance on alive even after their death. And Blaise is from such a family!
«Everything is much more difficult!»
Who did this say? Boy? No, he was silent. The head in the box? Mario mockingly chuckled..
«Check up everything inside, and outside!» he ordered his people. And then turned to the boy. «Are you all so easily betray secrets? Surely, those who have shown you the path here, did not want you to bring someone here.»
«No, they wished me to bring you here. To the doors.»
«Who are they?»
«The hosts of the crypt.»
«So Blaise?»
«No, the voices were male.»
«All the hosts of the crypt have long been dead. If only we are talking about legal owners, and not about those who broke open the crypt after their death.»
«But the crypt never belonged to people who are able to live and die.»
«Did you told mens voices?» asked Mario.
«Voices!» Seriously confirmed the blind boy. «They were always the only owners of the crypt.»
«And they ordered to report this specifically to me.»
«Anyone who asks? They want everyone to know that the owners are here they are.»
«And what did they give for consultation? Money?»
The boy did not answer. Mario had to shake him with all his might several times.
«They promised that I will see,» he was uncertain.
Yes, he is not only blind, but also a crazy. Mario wanted to cut him in order to quit at least on someone his bad mood, but some sounds came out from the crypt. It looks like a rustle of the set of wings.
Interestingly, at least someone is in the crypt? But Carlos has just left the crypt after a thorough search, reported that there is emptiness.
«No one, and no traces of what someone has recently had there,» he said.
«You will stay on duty at the entrance, keep the boy all night so that he does not lead here until the morning someone else who hurts us. And this item» Mario pointed to a closed box with a marble head. «Do not descend your eyes off it! Is it clear?»
The door of the crypt, it was enchanted. It seems to entrance to paradise or hell. Or in purgatory. Symbols of wings, claws, pentagrams and some ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs intertwined throughout the length of doors and walls. The only thing that was not in a difficult painting is crosses and an image of the Christian saints. But the dacies of the silhouettes of the pagan gods met everywhere. As a crypt looks like the design of that box, which brought him Blaise.
«Boss!» Carlos called him. «What do you want to find there?»
Good question! Mario and himself still did not know.
«Personally stand at the door until the morning, and do not dare to disturb me,» he threw strictly instead of an answer.
The doors covered with beautiful bas-reliefs, reminded the greedily opened mouth of some monster. He will swallow you, and there is no longer way back.
All this is nonsense! The whole thing is in the gothic atmosphere of the crypt. Blaise knew how to bully. And even better she knew how to kill. After the meeting with her no one survived. Blaise always acted alone. That is why he really appreciated her. She was one worth the whole legion of mercenaries.
«At all, as Archangel Lucifer,» the phrase surfaced in the head suddenly. Mario did not even think about the fact that someone could pronounce it aloud right in his back.
Blaise really was very similar to the Archangel Lucifer. Take at least how she loved to pervert biblical quotes. Beauty, an amazing look, crushing hatred to the whole living, the desire without end to kill all this features of the original devil, who also raised his troops to the uprising against God.
From Blaise, it was possible to expect everything anything. In addition to one against her rules it was to stimulate someone in the back. She loved to watch the victim right in the face and enjoy the horror of the enemy before his death. Someone once developed superhuman cruelty in it. She hinted that religion was to blame.