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Kogda was included "onduty illumination", as about himself baptized heir the strange glow of forest, Nimrud was arranged next to one of the weirs, waiting the local variety of beavers. If we judge by the tracks from

the teeth, then "beaver" must "stretch" kilograms to ten. Heir was already mentally absorbed by teeth into the juicy meat, fried on the bonfire, when heard, the loud crack of fallen trees. Something very large rapidly

approached a stream, without investigating road.
Shum swiftly approached and heir saw, as to the coast of stream enormous bear was thrown out from the bushes. Beast somehow sideways, is clumsy, it lay to the earth and began to lap water. The laser Of

nimruda already looked in muzzle into the side of bear and the dim red flame on the lock he indicated, that to shoot it can begin instantly. Beast suddenly raised head, becoming accustomed to the smell and, after

publishing deep roar, it rushed directly to the improvised ambush of heir. Nimrud, without a moment's hesitation, opened fire. The first pulse only burnt out fur by round spot on the breast of bear. Heir forgot to transfer

weapon to the maximum defeat. Convulsively Nimrud attempted to change tuning, but the flourish of bear already overhung it this error I could prove to be the latter in the life of heir, but beast suddenly unrolled and

began, rycha, to swing by paws. Nimrud was rolled back and finally after managing the trembling in the hands, it transferred laser into the necessary regime. Meanwhile the coast of stream became the arena of

struggle. Bear was repulsed from the flock it was Volkov, which surrounded by its semiring and silently they attacked. One has already been engaged in the withers, bear convulsively attempted to bring down by its

paw. It is lateral wolf they overhung the shreds of skin and through the bloody mash palely they shone edge. But wolf did not weaken grasp. Remaining flock covered bear, and beast resisted increasingly more weakly.
V this moment addressed the laser Of nimruda. Several pulses turned the side of bear, along the way after tearing into the halves two those attacked it was Volkov. Bear collapsed, pressing under itself one additional

wolf.
Staya immediately stepped back and sat down in a semicircle all around flourishes. Not one beast attempted to eat not the piece of bear meat. In the begun silence Of nimrud was obtained the possibility to in

greater detail examine flock. Local wolves proved to be considerably larger than those, to which it privyk in itself desert. But there was one additional essential difference for each of was Volkov faded it gleamed by

metal thin collar.
Staya did not turn to Nimruda of any attention and continued distsiplinirovanno to sit around the devastated bear.
Tonkiy whistle from behind heir heard, but he did not have time to react to it. Nimruda tightly swaddled network from the flexible, as if liquid, metal.
Naslednik lay on the earth and the more it applied efforts in order to be freed, the harder the grasp of network became. Finally it raslabil of muscle perceived that the flexible twigs became soft, but nevertheless did

not make it possible to stir. Since it lay sideways on the earth, further events for Nimruda appeared sufficiently strangely. In several meters three pairs of boots stopped. One pair was smaller size and it were

characterized by some thoroughly made adornments. The dialogue between the boots respectfully listened to wolves, also, with the irritation Of nimrud.
Moya hunting is damaged voice it belonged adolescent. Someone must wash off this by the blood.
Vy are right, prince. Code so says.
Ostayetsya only to select who it will go into the wolf pit. Our prisoner... or the organizer of hunting, i.e., you.
ya tonic any your solution with the appreciation.

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Neobkhodimo urgently to be dismantled: to whom this is profitable? But if it is disadvantageous, then also to whom. I please to note - among the victims there is not one member of scientific personnel of our institute,

which is extremely suspicious.
to Uzhe after the destruction of my play character by ram -4go1, about 2.30 Moscow time, I attempted to enter into the main console accomodation. However, to my repeated requests to open door, shift chief

scientific associate gift Vetter reacted by groundless laughter and by slander about our security service in the form of neostroumnykh folk songs. When I solved it used medal- cross-country vehicle, it unexpectedly

unlocked door and pushed it strongly to my side. After obtaining the strong blow into the forehead, I fell and injury back of the head. With the delanym sympathy the scientific workers dragged me into the medical unit,

good-naturedly reproaching in the interception. Under the guise of calming nurse likhodeyev pierced to me psychotropic preparation. Judging by the green spectres before the eyes - ekstramorfin. In connection with

this continuing the bearing of duty me did not succeed herself in. More accurate it will say that I reached the first sofa in the corridor and was immersed into the narcotic sleep, which continued to 7.15. I was waked

only by cackle and insults of scientific workers, who go home after work shift.

Shane had risen in panic to his feet,

knocking his chair over behind him and losing in an instant the smart-alec assurance. I never did, he said.
We all watched him with interest, and his gaze traveled fast from one face to another, seeing only assessment and disbelief and nowhere admiration.
I didn't kill her, he said, his voice hoarse and rising. I didn't. Straight up, I didn't. It was him. He did it.
Who? I said.
Calder. Mr. Jackson. He did it. It was him, not me. He looked across us at all again with desperation. Look, I'm telling you the truth, straight up I am. I never killed her, it was him.
Wyfold began telling him in a flat voice that he had a right to remain silent and that anything he said might be written down and used in evidence, but Shane wasn't clever and fright had too firm a hold. His fantasy world had vanished in the face of unimaginable reality, and I found myself believing every word he said.
We didn't know she was there, see. She heard us talking, but we didn't know. And when I carried the stuff back to the hostel he saw her moving so he hit her. I didn't see him do it, I didn't, but when I went back there he was with Ginnie on the ground and I said she was the boss's daughter, which he didn't even know, see, but he said all the worse if she was the boss's daughter because she must have been standing there in the shadow listening and she would have gone straight off and told everybody.
The words, explanations, excuses came tumbling out in self-righteous urgency and Wyfold thankfully showed no signs of regulating the flow into the careful officialese of a formal state¬ment. The uniformed policeman, now sitting behind Shane, was writing at speed in a notebook, recording, I imagined, the gist.
I don't believe you, Wyfold said impatiently. What did he hit her with?
Shane redoubled his efforts to convince, and from then on I admired Wyfold's slyly effective interrogatory technique.

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With a fire extinguisher, Shane said. He kept it in his car, see, and he had it in his hand. He was real fussy about fire always. Would never let anyone smoke anywhere near the stables. That Nigel . . . the sneer came back temporarily . . . the lads all smoked in the feed room, I ask you, behind his back. He'd no idea what went on.
Fire extinguisher . . . Wyfold spoke doubtfully, shaking his head.
Yeah, it was. It was. One of them red things about this long. Shane anxiously held up his hands about fifteen inches apart. With the nozzle, sort of, at the top. He was holding it by that, sort of swinging it. Ginnie was lying flat on the ground, face down, like, and I said, 'What have you gone and done?' and he said she'd been listening.
Wyfold sniffed.
It was like that, straight up, Shane said urgently.
Listening to what?
We were talking about the stuff, see.
. . .
Yeah. He seemed only briefly to feel the slightest alarm at the mention of it. I told him, see, that the stuff had really worked because there'd been a foal born that morning with half a leg, that Nigel he tried to hush it up but by afternoon he was half cut and he told one of the lads so we all knew. So I told Mr. Jackson and he said great, because it was time we'd heard, and there hadn't been a murmur in the papers and he was getting worried he hadn't got the dose right, or something. So anyway when I told him about the foal with half a leg he laughed, see, he was so pleased, and he said this was probably the last lot I'd have to do, just do the six bottles he'd brought, and then scarper.