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In the western part of the plantation housed barracks blacks slaves. In total there were five, ranked in the single-story structures, rather similar in appearance to the sheds for cattle than for human habitation. On the north side of the barrack room adjoins the kitchen is one of the a huge canopy and dining area. The first barracks were living women and children, in others – men. Quoting from the south side, five barracks, was allocated to patients. The grueling hard labor on plantations lead up to the people the point of exhaustion. Every day somebody said goodbye to life. Despite the high mortality, lack of manpower is not felt and not felt because of the waste from the production of heroin was slaves. And so it was moved to the plantations that no one of them did not fall asleep without a fair dose of opium. Slaves worked for a pinch potion. None of them came back from whence he came, all was the only way – to the cemetery. The company prospered Boss. From those who want to work on the plantation did not rebound, despite the ban of the authorities, secret ways resulted in more and more slaves. Planter lived in the eastern part of the plantation, the same posted Xia airfield, cottage, villa, office, laboratory processing opium, warehouse, boxing room and 2 part honey for whites. Black are not treated. The entire eastern precinct with a double barbed wire, placed at each corner of the observation booth with a guard. Guard armed with heavy machine guns. Between the villa, and making Pomeroy helipad with helicopter, ready at any moment to soar into the air. On the tower adjoining the cottage planter stood guard with binoculars around her eyes.

– Wit! – He said to the space! – Can you hear me?

– Yes, Rome! – Heard a voice from a portable transmitter.

– Oh, what a pity you’re not here! – Continued to Rome.

– What happened?

– Well, the taste of the Boss.

– Again, luxurious blonde?

– No, Wit, you cannot guess, I put a hundred to one.

– Fuck me hell, if no fat lady yellows.

– Ha, ha-ha, again by. Give up, Wit!

– Certainly not.

– You’re going to fool me again head for its fat women, this time the brunette, and quite young, so even with the chiseled figure.

– It cannot be.

– Well, here I am it a couple of times, click.

And Rome pulled out a camera. Color pictures immediately emerged, they clearly could see the figure of bathing nude girl. Just at that moment, she gracefully slipped out of the water on a marble pedestal basin. Her skin flashed a dazzling bronze shimmer in the light of the tropical sun. Flick of the wrist she picked up a rocking chair and a towel was vital Men them long brown hair.

– Emma! – Heard a man’s voice.

– I’m here, Daddy! – She said.

– Do not be so long in the sun.

– I’m coming! – Throwing on the shoulders of pink bathrobe, Emma ran 1: father. Waiting for her boss. Gently kissed him on the cheek, the daughter of complained: – This guard is not looking up staring at me in my binoculars.

– Oh, nonsense, this is also the slaves, only the color of their skin white.

While talking, they hid themselves in the cool shade of the room country house, followed relentlessly followed the black fat woman in a white apron. Sun unbearable hell. Rome closed the door of the transparent observation box and turn on “at full power conditioner. Wafted inside cool.

– Well, Rome! – Heard from the radio! – Had to admit Well Love?

– Go to hell. Vit. Photos but I came to glory.

Further discussion revolved around all nonsense, for chatter guards did not notice the passage of time and the service seemed to them not so monotonous. The sun was in the zenith, the heat, the stifling heat and swarms flying in the air insects haunted. At this time slaves were not working. There were rounded up in stuffy barracks and there, stinking atmosphere, they waited out the heat. By four o’clock in the afternoon sun became merciful. Slaves were driven to the plantation, and those submitting a whip, sullenly wandered on the hot brown soil to the green squares poppy over

which constantly hung little rainbows from stationary sprinkler. This was repeated day after day, year after year. About two o’clock in the afternoon when the sun has warmed all around

to hellish heat, over a deserted plantation rolled fights tom-tom. Muted rhythmic beats that recur with increasing force, the litter fall suddenly to the quiet battlefield. They could hear the pain, despair, anguish and suffering indelible. Wailing tom-tom rhythm fascinated hearing.

– Wit, you hear? – Asked warily Rome.

– It seems to be close to you.

– Damn loss! – Said the voice Vita.

– Wit, do you remember, because it was already. Rome became the voice sound like an old crow cawing.

– Yes, Rome.

– Bit Boss told you?

But Witt was silent. At this time, the ears came the chirping helicopter. Sleek helicopter, similar to the published winged giant butterfly, easily slipped over the plantation, gaining altitude, and soon disappeared over the boundless expanse of jungle.

– It seems Boss escaped! – Vita’s voice was quiet and lost notes still fun.

– How heard tom-tom?

– You know, Rome, from the second hut.

– Attention! Attention! All posts! – Barked suddenly the bell loudspeaker on the roof of the booth. From it came the team boss.

– Yeah, porridge brewed! – Said Rome and went outside taking with him a heavy machine gun.

In the courtyard stood firm with a dozen small car with an open top. Near the car, exhausted from the heat, swarmed guards. They busied themselves with arms and ammunition, neatly stacking machine guns and other equipment in the car. Boss’s voice is still broadcast from the speaker, but the guard knew that he was not on a plantation, it is the soundtrack. The commander of the detachment, which can be recognized by uniform cap with a badge in the form of a crab, embossed in gold, went to cars and loudly ordered: – For machines! Mercenaries lazily climbed into the body suddenly on the plantation, with its western part, seemed light aircraft. He went down to the ultimate height and was at low level flight to the aerodrome. Everything has been given to the machines when the plane making a turn, sang on the landing. No one else was paying attention to the sky, all the bodies involved in the placement. Unexpected huge explosion soared black smoke and fire, threw almost all the mercenaries of the cars. A solid wall of fire swept courtyard front of the office, avalanche swept, leaving pools of blood writhing in burning human

remains. From the health of the survivors jumped. Among they had Ani. The fire quickly spread to the building. Was lit office, cottage, and the medical unit. The fire threatened the warehouse premises, among them was an ammunition dump. It was impossible to hesitate. Annie rushed headlong from the runway. The wind whistled in my ears, the horror paralyzed movement, but, overcoming her, she raced ahead without feeling tired. And in front of the plane taxied toward her. Azon landed at the southern part of the band abruptly turned the plane and sent to a traveling

to meet the girl. He is setting off to capture the helicopter, but the helicopter was not there. At the head of a swarm of hovering feverish idea what to do any longer. Anna arrives and that it frantically screaming. Azon offered her his arm and dragged him into the cabin, but she continued to cry. Tantrums distorted her face. Azon hit her twice on the cheeks, trying to bring to life. She felt the blows stopped screaming and collapsed in a faint on the seat. He has not seen. All the attention has absorbed Azon run. Will there be enough length of the strip? The fire flew towards seemed plane crash into him, Another minute, and the other, but the wheels have come off the concrete runway and cool soaring in a bend, the plane at the last moment turned away from the blazing flames. In an open side window wafted heat, Azon inadvertently obscured the face with a gloved hand. Blazing buildings remained far below, sailed towards the poppy fields. By barracks

meter had five, when he saw a well compacted field road. Without hesitation, the pilot decided to land. But would not run against a random stone, but would cost them.

– The only thing Azon wanted at that moment more than anything else. Landing on the road was successful, soft blow wheels then light shaking on uneven ground – and the plane rolled,

shaking planes. His guard said. From the tower hastily down a guard with a machine gun at the ready. From the side of the hut number two was running a crowd of slaves. Ahead of all that is screaming raced a man with a ferocious bearded face of the savage in the black cloak. This man by the clothes and all the signs like a legendary Spirit inspires superstitious savages fear, sometimes to the arguments frenzied mass insanity. Azon abruptly turned the car around. Gunned the engine. Propeller frantically drove eddies of air, shake up continuous curtain of brown dust tail. Winged car was shaking like bridled horse, obeying rider stirrups, ready at any moment to soar upward, is to let go of the brakes. From the thick dust in the man jumped out below cape. Low bending the head under a strong stream of air, he desperately made his way to the cockpit. Azon held out his hand and pulled him inside. More the stranger did not have time to get into the cockpit, and the plane already torn from brakes, jumped up and down on the road, picking up speed. Two black man, was clutching a crutch under the tail, flew off to the side and the car is easy to come off of the road, melted into the blue haze over the jungle. Azon sigh of relief as soon as the cold floated crown evergreen rainforest.

– Hilt, dear, I am alive! – Azon exclaimed in excitement.

– I have done as you asked, but I must confess, not yearned to see you alive and well.

– As you can see, your plan does not come out, yet nothing happened. – Hilt Ani looked at.

– What happened to her? – He cried, and without waiting for an answer, he began to lead a lady to feel. Azo-free wheel hand gave him a flask of water. Hilt gently patted Anna on the cheek, then sprinkled water on her face. The girl breathed deeply, opening bleary eyes. Her gaze cleared and fell on his face and clothing Hilt. Before he could open his mouth to the words he heard the high-pitched squeal and then threw her dead faint.

– Oh, that’s it! – Guessed Hilt, brushing off the remnants of makeup. When this was done, he quickly cut off beard, then carefully shaved on-board electric razor. Azon opened gaunt thin face another heart ached with pity and tenderness for him. sense of gratitude for the salvation of Ani

and his own Azon hugged him. Hilt resumed his Ani. Finally she opened her eyes. Her gaze found Hilt, and it lit up trust. Hilt, trying to distract friends from as recently experienced, tried to remember funny stories, who had to endure in the days of his youth. He succeeded with

varying degrees of success. Still, Ani finally calmed down and came to life when Hilt said the purpose of his arrival. Eyes Ani, large and moist, like a gazelle forest, suddenly stopped. Live fire in them waned. She turned away from friends, hiding her tears, and silently stared at the bottom of sailing scenery. Hilt realized that the prospect of marriage changed her life, there comes a new, another, metropolitan life that Ani dreamed of something like the impossible and distant, as children dream. Azon gratefully accepted the offer and, drawing attention to Ani, said:

– That’s my wife, thank you. From these words, she could not help but burst into tears.

– Honey, what’s wrong? – Azon asked anxiously.

– So, dear, no! – She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, then added: – Because you know what the service, so thank God heard much. – And she was staring into a clear gadfly cabin. Her beautiful eyes suddenly erected to the sky, and on the half-open lips burst little sigh, which meant the women’s dissatisfaction with language.

– Dear Annie! – Hastened to the rescue of Hilt! – From that moment your failures come to an end, and hell if I was not Hilt, If your future spouse does not prove to you that. But Ani and raised an eyebrow.

– Azon! – He turned to a friend! – Do you know anything about Dumar?

– Absolutely nothing definite, one of my knowledge, that was somehow clash between drug traffickers in Nayami with demonstrators Shomon. This society, which he dreamed Dumar. And

You know, one of them broke up with a dozen armed with chains and thugs with knives, and he wished to remain anonymous.

– How long was it?

– About a year ago. Annie, do you remember? This is still rustling papers.

Ani making an impassive face, clarified: – In June of last year.

– Oh, yes, I think I messed around with the motor and then there was on the occasion of the acquisition of spare parts.

– I recognize the handwriting Dumar. – Said Hilt. Azon plane taxied down the path to the office Griffes and Owl.

The fat man with a curiously watching a surprise guest.

– Hey, Griffes! – Without having to jump on the grass of the field, called he Hilt. – Get on the helicopter, take me to the police station! Griffes did not move. His face expressed a dull tightness. Saying goodbye to friends. Hilt aircraft slammed the door and walked to the smug host.

– Have you stir. Griffes. – With these words, Hilt took a transmitter and a certificate with its private code officer protection of the President. This immediately had an effect, the fat immediately began to attention and stiff tongue blurted.

– Yes, Sir!

Head of the Police Department Nayami sitting at a desk table heaped with folders and letters, in a stuffy office, periodically wiping sweat with a handkerchief with sweaty neck. Light roast of the day pierced the barred window, filling the room, and without stifling, street heat. Boredom, heat and debt service, forced to sit through days of his office, imposed on that person print indifference to everything, even to himself, as evidenced by the confusion that reigned around. On one of those countless days of monotonous office door opened and in the doorway to the sleepy eyes of the police management has grown man with a lively, intelligent expression green eyes. The stranger unceremoniously swept study, and nodded his head in satisfaction, introduced himself:

– Lieutenant personal security of the President. Hilt. With these words, took out a miniature transmitter-license, presented the captain lost his head.

– How can I help? – Buttoning his uniform shirt and wearing a tie, had one.

– Mr. Captain, I have a serious matter to you … – Hilt started the story of the incident, which ended with the words: – … and you get a promotion. On a sleepy face brightened captain slept sense of duty, and he began to take energetic measures, leaving, however, the ability to use office lieutenant transmitter. Hilt immediately report Misar: – Mr. Counsel, I suggest you one of my two friends, Azon, which I was able to find. In agility and courage he has no equal. I remain in Nayami as Dumar is somewhere nearby. After you have passed the test of hard and rapidly conducted Hilt in the evening of the day decided to set myself a little rest and visibility fun. The hotel bar “Goldfish”, where he went on elevator from my room was dark, consisting of gamma and color music light from wall-mounted light fixtures in the form of sea chimeras. At the tables and at the counter drawn silhouettes of rare visitors. The bartender was sticking out behind the counter, trying to be helpful, asked: – You drink, fortified, with juice, iced?..

Hilt ordered a cocktail with ice and casually tossed a piece of paper have filled the glass. The bartender began to count the change, but not in a hurry to call to a customer when Hilt left with a glass of the free table. Having drunk, Hilt asked the bartender: – Mister you are familiar events of last June? – Such treatment lackey wine racks are not expected. His eyes suddenly lit up with a serious business-like, his face reflected imprint regal pride.

– What you actually know? If you want to know Shomon on, I can recommend you one of my regular customers.

– Yes, of course, but I would still like to ask you, do not remember Do you know what happened on that day?

– Well, of course, well remember, the more they ran here to eat. And I remember very well.

– So tell me, be quick! – Cried Hilt.

– Well, as usual, they met for their convention. Burned on Square spiral, symbol of development, as they say.

– Why did they burn the spiral?