Chapter 2. Inequality.
Chapter 1.
rhino-bet.co.uk />- Hey Tagr, come forward! We will cover you!
The laws of the wasteland are simple – shoot, shoot, and then run away. In the Wasteland, we are attacked with enviable constancy. Robbers, patrols, random counter -groups. Gasoline is worth its weight in gold, so people for it all around the pharynx gnaw. I hope nothing like this will happen in our group.
– Hey, well, what are you stuck there?! Let’s run forward!
The powerful voice of Arkhan, as a whip, hit the eardrum, as if I was thrown out from behind a concrete slab and I rushed to the next shelter, a thick tree in the courtyard of this house. At such moments, the world sharply reduces in speed. I move incredibly fast, but I control my every step. Up to the point that I manage to think about where to put my leg next time. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a grenade falling under my feet and instantly throw it back. The explosion is so strong that my shelter is swaying, and it darkens in my eyes. Arkhan shouts something, but I do not hear anything. Through dust and scraps, it is not clear what I see how he waves his hands. I nod my head. 1 … 2 … 3 … sharply sticking out the machine gun from behind the barrel and begin to randomly shoot towards the house. Arkhan at this time bends almost in half and runs to the place of my previous shelter. The whistle in my ears still does not subside, but I begin to disassemble the shooting. These guys that have settled inside, they are clearly not going to give up just like that. On the other hand – the longer they delay all this – the greater the likelihood that all the fuel will remain with them. I look with half -blind eyes at Arkhan, at Targon, then I look at Kirada. The sleeves cover the floor. I have the feeling that soon we will just drown in these yellow metal cigarettes.
Lonely wooden house is located on the hill. The roof glanced a long time, the wallpaper peeled off, and the floor on the second floor for the most part failed to the first. If we had grenades, we would definitely catch these bastards. The choice is not great – either we are them, or they are us. But so far we are in the account – we are one murdered.
Suddenly my gaze rests on a metal shield, which lies next door. I Masha Arkhan and point to him, making it clear that I want to take him. Arkhan nods his head, shouts something to Targon and begins the countdown. 1 … 2 … 3 … I jump over my head, roll on my back to the shield, but at the same time I clearly hold his position in my head. Nothing bothers me, but subconsciously I note that Arkhan moves somewhere. Literally after a moment, I am sitting behind the shield and looking for a way to carry it without risking with my fingers. I find only a bolt in the middle of the structure, but its length is enough for the hand. I slightly lift a heavy sheet above the ground and immediately begins to pull me uncontrollably back. I glance at Arkhan, he throws up the old store and puts a new. Click of the shutter and we, as if on command, begin to act. I do not see that at that moment Targon and KiRAD are doing something too. I lift the shield by 10 centimeters, and the archan is protruded from behind a tree and begins to aimedly water the reptiles of the bastards settled in the building. I take a step, second, third. I begun a little stronger to the ground and understand that the shield will now fall out of my hands, because from the blows of bullets to the shield, the hand has already corrupted. I squat, rely on the shield with my shoulder and quickly peep out because of my hiding place. Thanks to our efforts, the entire facade of the building is dotted with holes from bullets, whipped concrete dust hangs in the air, and everything around is dotted with sleeves. I see one guy in the extreme window. He clearly has a hard time there, because he is covered by Targon. Targon of us four are the most well -aimed and skilled shooter. Arkhan – the strongest. KiRAD is the most diplomatic or something. And I … and I don’t even know what I stand out here. I just take out the machine gun, aiming and the last that I see before the trigger is a frightened face of that very guy in the corner, feverishly rechargeing the rifle. After a second, his blood will take his place on the wall.
And then it happens unexpected-something heavy strikes into the shield. I understand that this is a grenade and that I have only a second to think and one more-to do something. It is amazing how my own brain thinks. I, almost without hesitation, understand that running away from home and from the shield is a bad idea. Then I abruptly push the shield to the ground, covering them with a grenade, but depriving myself of protection, and run to the house. The angle of shelling from the windows is now such that it is unlikely that someone will come across me. But I do not have time to take three steps, as something takes me into the air and drags me with great force right in the nearest window. Already in the air I understand that this is an explosion, I put my legs forward and … and the first, blind burst, kill one of the two remaining guys. The blow is flat against the wall, and I fall to the floor. The place where I was a moment ago, she sews the turn. “The last of the reptiles,” I understand and send the muzzle somewhere to the right. I don’t hear anything, but in the end it turns out that I look at each other, instructing the trunks to each other in the faces and at the same time something ourem, without understanding what. After a couple of seconds, I heard.
– Throw the weapon!
– Nichrome!
– Throw the weapon to whom I say?!
– Go suck, republican bastard.
– Your mother! Throw the weapon until you were shot!
– I spit on your people! They are without you – nothing, so throw it yourself, then we’ll talk!
– Listen here, you are fucking bastard! I am not clearly expressed?! Throw weapons to the ground!
Shot, and the machine gun falls out of the hands of the guy. Targon shot his hand. Everything is clear. I lean back on my back and understand that not everything is so bad. This guy still has a gun, and he will most likely try to pull it out, but he will not have time to use it. Arkhan rushes into the house and with a grace that is characteristic exclusively, he is thrown back by the poor fellow with a shot hand somewhere to the side and throws him to me.
– Tagr, you are like?
– Live, archan, – I answer him.
The whole body hurts and breaks, but you quickly get used to such things in the wasteland. He helps me get up and shake a little body armor a little. At this point, Targon and Kirad were already going into the house and follow the guy so that he would not throw out any focus in the spirit of a grenade under his own ass.
– What is your name? – I ask him.
-And what’s the difference? You will kill me anyway! – His voice broke into a tantrum, he wanted to scream, but he restrained himself.
“We’ll look at that,” Kirade answered for me.
“I-oh,” I continued.
– And … Igor. My name is Igor.
“So, Igor, my name is TAGR,” the Igor trembled with the word, “and I want to know why this is your quartet so actively engaged in our search?
– I … I don’t … I don’t know, Tagr. I …-he swallowed a lump in his throat,-recently with them … The code had some of his reasons … he … he ..
– Listen, do not play with me and do not lie to me, Igor. You are in the harness with the code for at least a year and this is for sure. And he began to look for us at the same time. So come on, put it, otherwise I will change your life to save your life.
– The code said that you were kind, but I did not even think that the princes were so kind ..
– He just killed your two friends, and you say that he is good?! Completely crazy? – Arkhan Igor did not like obviously. You didn’t even have to ask.
“They are not friends for me,” Igor smiled somehow strangely, “they are just pawns in one very big game.
“Bla-blah blah, of course this game is started by you,” Arkhan interrupted him, “you are muttering in the case, and not about all sorts of high matters.
“I want the prince and I would be left alone,” notes of strange calm appeared in Igor’s voice.
– And I want to put your stinking boshka in your ass, it’s clear?
– Arkhan, calm down.
-And what is he giving all kinds of garbage?
– Don’t know. But since he wants it – let him fence. Moreover, he is unlikely to be able to do something with me with a shot hand, so go for now, wait outside, good?
– Okay, let’s go, guys.
Arkhan and the rest left the building went somewhere.
– It’s good that I survived. They would have lied to you everything, because this is all my idea. Let the late.
– And what kind of prince I am, it is interesting for me to know?
“And there will be 3 prince: the prince of darkness and clouds, death and pain, the prince of light and the sun, love and life and the prince, which is in the head of everything that was, what happened and what is now …”
– Ha! I am a prince of light and love, or how you put it there? Boy, you’re already on the topic. And then the fun is, of course, useful, but after my fucking grenades in my ears whistles and my legs do not stand. So come on, your last word?
– The world that you know will disappear after a few D … – and froze, as if in the middle of the word.
“Uh …” Arkhan’s voice woke up in the radio, “Tagr we have 2 news. One is bad, the second is also. With which you start?
– Start with any.
-Firstly, we have been sitting here for a long time, and secondly, we have been sitting here for too long. You understand what I’m getting at?
– Gas was leaked?
– Their tanks are empty, and the cans have already dragged.
– Run everything here, grab it that we can Vadim!
In the Wasteland always. As soon as you come in one place, you will get a kick right away. I feverishly seized Igor’s pockets in search of something useful, but I found nothing but a thin book. Only a couple of spare clips that instantly migrated to me in my pockets.
A minute later, the four of us were already running in the direction of cars, with difficulty jumping over the stones and trunks of fallen trees. A minute later we were already on the road and threw junk into cars. About 15 clips to AK, 3 AK and one SVD with ammunition, 7 grenades, thermal imager and beretta with one spare clip and about 40 liters of gasoline – the catch is not rich, but we did not come here behind the catch.
Arkhan was driving, Kirad and Targon rushed after us.
– And what he gave you there, this gambling?
– All the same. He treated something about princes about the fact that the world would disappear and everything is in that spirit. I wonder who told him about it? Not with his own mind, he thought of this?
Arkhan laughed.
– So I say – complete garbage, – and then to the walkie -talkie, – Board number 2. Reception.
– Board 2 side 1. The intake of alcohol is over.
– Board 1 side 2. Where did you get vodka?
– Board 2 side 1. If they knew for themselves, they would share with you.
– Board 1 side 2. Who is you driving there?
– Board 2 side 1. Some kind of psycho, probably. Well, apparently, you also have a psycho behind the wheel.
– This is who is crazy here? – Arkhan joined the conversation.
– Board 2 side 1. Maybe this crap is enough.
– Board 1 side 2. I think so too, otherwise my tongue is already braided.
– Wizhzh.
– KiRAD, don’t freak out.
– AAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I see a steering wheel in front of me!
– That’s the devil! KiRAD, grab him soon! Grab and cool that there is strength, then you can save the world from my principality! Grab his kirad!
And all this under the friendly laughter of both crews. I am often asked in the bazaars how it turns out that we still have not collapsed. I answer: “I don’t know”, but in reality … In reality, everything is very simple – we are all different, but we all live on the same wave. Therefore, we manage to take each other for so long.
-By the way, people, can we try to catch some radio? Since we were in a couple of days of driving from the City – we must try. What can you say?
– No, in any case! What if the dynamite was built in the radio and you will blow us up? How can you shoot from your new SVD?
– Ah, yes, by the way, Targon, how do you like your new rifle?
– Fine. I will test in the case, and then I will bring criticism.
– And now what is bothering?
– Well, what am I, at the bushes or something to shoot?
– ABOUT! Dudes, I hear the radio!
– What is the frequency?
-Something in the area of 98.
-Bip-bip.
– Kirad, you are not a radio.
– Yes, I know. I am like him. Alarm.
-Kirad-bundle.
-Something nichrome is not caught, frankly.
– Yes, figs will understand what is written here. It would still work.
– Arkhan, cut the worst, listen to what they convey.
– Baaarbeku on barbecue!
– What is wrong?
– Yes, everything is wrong. Listen.
Arkhan twisted the volume control to the maximum.
“Attention to everyone who goes to City. Attention to everyone who goes to City. Since May of this year, a pass system has been introduced. Call in City can be obtained in the nearest City department. The official departments of City are in Berjum, Archijah, Rukaava and Perikia … I repeat. Attention to everyone … "
– Yeah? Berjuma, Rukaav, Archijah and Perikia? When it was city in the archije managed?
– Arkhan, twist yet, maybe we will find something more interesting?
– Yes. By the way, we still need to solve the question of what to do next?
– Where a fig, there is smoke.
– KiRAD, this is what you are now?
– To the fact that when we have recently been stopped by passes and other crap?
“Actually, yes,” said Arkhan, “when?
– It’s not about the passes, but in the city. This is not a bazaar of some kind, such as Rocasta, but City!
– Okay, we’ll figure it out on the spot.
I looked out the window. The heavy, dark red sky hung above the earth as low as possible. It feels like we touched the roof for him. The sun was not visible, just like 50 years ago. None of us saw the sun. The old people in City said that parents told them how beautiful it is, but we no longer perceive it with such trepidation. The sun is a blurry ball of light, lost between eternal clouds, thunderstorms and fogs.
Arkhan periodically twisted the radio frequency regulator, but so far it has not been able to find anything. Continuous interference. "Voice of the Wasteland" – as freeriders call it.
I looked out the window and saw how the old one, rotten through the house, collapsed under the first blow of the wind. Wasteland – a restless place. And first of all-because of eternal hurricanes, earthquakes, floods and thunderstorms. Now, from the window of a shaking car, the wasteland looks like two sheets of paper, slightly rumpled and leaned against each other. One sheet is dark brown, and the second is reddish and a bright spot is visible on it. If you peer, you can see that on the first sheet there are sometimes strokes of fallen trees, sketches of collapsed houses, strokes of grass and individual spots of various origin: jars, wheels, bottles, glass, paper and other trash.
My thoughtful thought interrupted.
– Who will go? I asked the radio.
– Are we not going? – Boyko answered Kirad.
– Of course, I am only “for”, but now we are very risking. If I understand correctly, then after the introduction of passes, City needed forces to protect the city. And do not drink me anymore, if they did not hire gurba.
– And why on earth should they trust the gurb after he organized the most successful attack on the City?
– GURB – mercenary, Targon, name him the price – and he will say whether he is with you or against you. GURB and his people know the vulnerable places of the city, know the location of posts and many more useful. They know too much about the City so that the rulers allow the free distribution of this information among the inhabitants of the Wasteland.
“And plus everything …” Arkhan began.
“… there is no person in the wasteland of a person who would hate us as much as GURB does,” KiRAD finished for him.
– Exactly. GURB is a cruel creature and terribly vindictive. I hope everyone remembers what he did with the kutor?
-That’s what his brother is?
– Yeah.
– If the GURB knew his parents, he would definitely find them and killed them.
– Conclusion: to appear in the City with the whole crowd – the idea is not the best. Therefore, I suggest that one person go. I do not insist on anyone and I do not demand this from anyone. In general, I need this conversation most ..
– All of us need him! – Targon interrupted me.
– Fine. Then who is opposed to me to go?
“Nobody,” Kirad commented joyfully.
– That’s wonderful. Targon, take a look, what kind of crap is on the horizon for 7 hours.
In the distance there was a smoke, dark and light, it rose above. When I was small, I often watched such smoke and I was tormented by the question all the time: why it rises at first, and then goes a continuous strip? Now I already understand perfectly well why this is happening.
– I don’t know, Tagr. Most like a burning hut or something like that. What burns is not visible from here. The hill blocks.
– Let’s drive up? – became interested in Arkhan.
“I would drive up,” Kirad answered immediately.
“Yes, perhaps it makes sense,” Targon muttered.
“Only time and gasoline will spend,” said Arkhan and looked at me inquiringly.
– We will not drive up, but we will come. The storm remained from behind and is unlikely to head in this direction, so you can linger for a short while and go to see. There may be something useful.
The cars got up, we all got out.
– I think you should not drag there to everyone. Tagr and I go, and you – wait here.
Arkhan squinted at him.
– Yes, easily. You will not find anything there anyway.
“We’ll see,” Kirad threw.
I did not have to climb a hill for a long time – for about a minute. But what we saw further was a real shock.
Egg -shaped body with a thin, straight tail. 4 blades on top and 2 more – at the end of the tail. If you believe the stories all the same old City – this strange unit was called "Helicopter". Not yet realizing the importance of the find, Kirad and I ran to the burning remains. It turned out to be even more interesting nearby – the rumpled metal structure burned from the inside, there were no people around, but the sleeves were lying under our feet.
I picked up one.
– What do you think about this? – I showed her to Kiradu.
– We do not use those, but who knows ..
– Well, what do you have there? – Targon’s voice from the headphone cut.
– If I say that a helicopter – you will believe?
The headphone is silent. It seems that time has stopped. Only the fire continued to absorb the things that remained in the cabin, recalling that time was not in place. And the pain, knocking in the temples and surrendering deeply inside a long, viscous echo pain. Probably unsuccessfully hit the wall when he flew from a grenade explosion. But it doesn’t matter. The pain will pass, but not hunting to distract with trifles.
“But no one has seen them for 70 years ..
– Nobody saw, but here he flew ..
Suddenly my gaze caught on one small detail. Completely inconspicuous and almost already burned out – a fragment of the rough fabric on which there was a symbol of the mercenaries of the Gurb.
– So. No. Stop. Something is wrong. KiRAD, went back. Run! Arkhan, Targon, backwater of the car, dump from here and quickly!
There is only Tikalo in my head: “Faster! Faster! Faster!"
And only having jumped on the run to the car, I felt some calm. So what we have in the situation?
– An unknown helicopter, apparently, who is under the jurisdiction of Gurba lies in the middle of the wasteland and burns, attracting the attention of freeriders
– GURB (with a probability of 90%) now in the City
– Igor and I met in a couple of hours of driving from here
-Plus: Surely GURB is somehow connected with Igor and his idiotic speeches
– And most importantly: GURB hates us
What follows from this?
And it follows from this that the GURB can know about why we are going to City, and so try to get rid of us. And if he knows about why we are going, you will have to be careful to the limit.
