Book-2. Hilt novella

– Mr. President, you were pleased to know where they are?

– Look, Co-vet is intimately, I’m 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 another’s 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 Counselor’s 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 I’m interested in names.

– This is the captain and lieutenant Azon Dumar.

– Yes, I’ve 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?

– Yes, and it looks like not going to give up. – Answered one.

– And the union?