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