Book-2. Hilt novella. V. Speys
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President! – Azon said. – I would like to ask you Hilt increase in rank. It is worthy to wear the insignia of lieutenant your personal protection.
– I’m sorry, Lieutenant, but it helped you, not you to him.
– That’s not … – Azon told how Hilt failed to disclose conspiracy.
– So you’re a sergeant, a true hero! Worth a farthing to the President, who does not notice the sharp-witted men. I raise you the title, now you Lieutenant!
– Serve the Mirage! – Exclaimed enthusiastically Hilt.
– Come, my friends! – Ordered Tir. And both came out of the office.
– Anything, Mr. President? – Tier experiencing watched the newcomer Dumar.
– I called you to deliver orders to President Arkii Vick. This job extreme national importance.
– I’m all ears, Mr. President!
– To deliver the contents of the capsule, and live to see the answer. Then immediately to me.
– Yes, Mr. President! – Dumar went to the table and Tir taken out of his hands capsule.
– Go!
– Yes! Dumar left. Immediately adjutant entered.
– Anything, Mr. President?
– Major Zhevil to me!
– There is. Three minutes later, Major Zhevil came into the office.
– Pass the official order Adviser on his dismissal from his post and send orally that the President considers his services to the state and grant him a pension benefit. Let him live in his mansion and do not go anywhere beyond Lakia!
– And what about his personal bodyguard?
– Security at anything, will be the new Adviser, will be new orders.
– Clearly, Mr. President.
– Go!
Zhevil out of the office. Tir still a long walk from corner to corner with the put behind
hands, with frozen fingers weave…
Rishi was sitting in his office, pondering a new attempt when the threshold the head of the palace guard, Major Zhevil. Adviser raised his eyebrows in surprise: “What rudeness to enter without knocking.” – He thought, and opened the his mouth to morals, but Zhevil first started:
– By the will of the President, you step back from his position and go on a well-deserved retirement. – With that, he handed the sheet of the Rishi with the order of signature of Tir.
– Who-oh-oh! – Pale and jumping up from his chair, said Rishi falsetto.
– Tir asked to convey that, given your service to the state…
But these words are not heard Rishi. Gasping, he fell unconscious on the carpet at the desktop. Zhevil stuck his head out of the office: – The adjutant! a doctor! Sam rushed to the Rishis. He wheezed, with thin lips made yellow foam. Zhevil raised his head and put a former adviser his heart in his mouth pill solution, then poured the water. Faithful Renee stood by indifferently watching fainting is the common man, already a faceless, already transformed by servile standards, to nothing. There was a doctor with two nurses. He listened to and examined Rishi, then made the shot. Medics gently laid him on a stretcher and taken to the palace hospital… Dumar returned the next day in the evening with a strange man scowl.
– I’ve been waiting for you, Captain! – The first to speak of Tir. “Free from the dictates of the Council of the Armistice of Tir!”
“The people of self-determination!”
“The Council of the Armistice Tir turned into an instrument of violence!”
“Down!.. Down!…” – Flashed before my eyes the words telegrams, cut into the brain, causing heart tremble in panic anticipation of trouble. So, morning, Sunday. Rapidly up the stairs, agitated and irritated, the President went to his office. The walls of the dark room suddenly lit up with pink light, a favorite color of Tir, sculptured hair massive table with a control panel bezel, and a huge screen, ghostly outlined in the air in the middle of the office. He sat down in a comfortable chair at the table. Strong face with eyes, steel-gray hue, with a feverish glitter in them, belonged to a smart and beautiful head. Thoughts were replaced with extraordinary speed and clarity. Hand, finding the right key, froze. The screen suddenly flickered. Revived. Three-dimensional image of the mayor Kyi, Capital rebellious Southern Hemisphere, appeared before the eyes of the President. He immediately, without waiting for the question, Tir report that if no further increase in taxes and prices rise, then inevitably break out the rebellion. Next, an image of Major Zhevil, Chief palace guards sent to Tir cue to subdue the rebels. Through the broken helmet over his face bleeding. Overall color “khaki” was tattered, his story confirmed the report of the mayor: case was judged serious events, why the President gave Councilor order to ensure safety.
Misar not wait. On his orders troops to six morning were strapped to the borders of the Southern Hemisphere. And the protection of the palace was ordered to strengthen the positions. The park and the lower floors of the guards on duty. This morning dawn found Adviser at your desk. In the quiet of his study there was a sudden slow chimes. Misar sharply looked up. Hand searched the ranks of the keyboard button on the left, stopped with the ninth fight. The door to the office wall silently opened. It seemed man in red livery and white gloves.
– Who is on duty today? – Ask our Misar logged lackey.
– Guards Major Zhevil.
– Renee, call any of the officers more reliable!
– Yes, Sir!
– Wait a minute! – Delayed Misar lackey! – Help me change. Lackey silently brought the field form a guard. After changing clothes, Misar said: – Well, call me now!
Renee shadow slipped through the front door of the office. Taking advantage of a moment, became Adviser to wear a seat belt holster wide beam weapons. Caught in the act of its officer entered.
– Lieutenant Hilt! – Introduced himself entered.
It was a man of medium height, trim, with an aquiline nose, a black beard, with graceful arched eyebrows above the brown-green intelligent eyes. He was dressed in an officer’s field uniform security guard. From the former shepherd in appearance, not left gone. In his appearance felt a calmness that has been acquired over the years. The officer looked at Misar disguise, assessing the seriousness of the situation, forcing himself to get into the Adviser “skin” simple guards. Misar gave him a quick glance:
– How old are you?
– Thirty-nine! – Answered Hilt.
– Well, that’s forty. Yes no matter the age, Mr. Hilt, times have changed! – Making allusion to the masquerade, the adviser said. – Go! Hilt was closer to the table. Misar handed a sealed envelope
Hilt with the words: – There warrant, take the armored car guard and deliver me from the city jail inmate. Three minutes later, accompanied by two armored car guards on ant gravitational motorcycles, rustling tires, rolled toward the city outskirts Mirage…
– 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,