Book-2. Hilt novella

Chapter 3

– So you vouch for one another? – Blue eyes, gazing at Azon, narrowed.

– Yes, Sir! – Confidently replied.

– And you probably forgot how he got to us! – Having spoken to Azon’ man looked younger than his years. Dry face, long a hooked nose, a network of wrinkles around the eyes and drooping eyebrows gave the holder a striking resemblance to a bird of prey. Posture complemented similarity with the stamp, bird, feeding on carrion. Hilt, who was standing nearby, grimaced at the sight prickly boss.

– I’ve been out of work for two years. I have nothing to eat. – Stepped in Hilt.

– Well, we still check it out. – Answered the boss! – In the meantime, sit up identification. Imperceptible movement of eyebrows planter was enough. Two burly guards tied his hands and dragged him through Hilt tropical sun-drenched courtyard in the barracks, on the wall of which

sportd the number “2.” In the semi-darkness of the chamber, which pushed Hilt was unbearable stuffy and smelled of mildew and mice. Hilt stopped in the middle of concrete bag. His eyes slowly became accustomed to the darkness. Gray walls, ceiling and floor. Opposite door in the wall above his head came through the narrow window light. Another clang lock for chipped iron door and removes logs, echoed in the silence ringing in the ears blood Hilt yes deaf heartbeats. When the boss finally broke away from scattered on the writing desktop market and deliberately looked in surprise at Azon. Long, full of contempt glance – what could be more offensive that, but Azon resist. Downcast eyes, he waited.

– Oh, are you still here?

– It should be understood that, Sir, as you agree? – In hoping asked Azon.

– I do not like to say, my friend! – With a hint of irritation said planter! – But since you insist, I will answer. Follow back and wait for further instructions!

Azon plane with associated weight soared into the air and headed on Nayami. On the plantation, the middle of nowhere, days passed after day, and every day someone died of slaves. Dead bodies are not burned, they simply buried wrapped in sheets. A month has passed since Hilt was thrown in a box number 2. The term is quite sufficient to kill any starvation death. During this period, Azon twice visited the plantation and each time the meeting took place efficiently, without unnecessary, is not related to the smuggling of words. In one such visit met with Azo Ani.

– How do you wind? -Sad smile slid into the girl’s face.

– Annie, my dear, I want you to pull yourself out of this and hell.

Anya was gone instantly mood. Her huge brown eyes filled with tears webs eyelashes and red. She glanced impatiently at Azon, then turned away. There was a awkward silence. In the emergency room, where they talked, smelled strongly of drugs. On a chair by the door with the words “doctor”, a security guard was sitting, his shaking with fever. He moaned softly, seemed he did not care, take it or not. Azon leaned to the bride, gently took her by the elbow and whispered, ear:

– I’m not kidding, get a grip. Escape appointed…

He called the date, but the sudden roar of the falling body drowned word. The guard fell unconscious in his chair. Two blacks nurses accompanied Ani quickly blew it. At the door

office girl turned, their eyes met. Azon realized that it is ready to escape…

Two native-servant came up with a stretcher to the camera. Door opened for the first time, a month from the moment when Hilt was pushed into it. One of the servants, accompanied by a security guard, entered inside the chamber. An involuntary cry burst from the lips of the logged as his eyes slid waxy pale figure standing dead dummy in the middle of the chamber. The guard fiercely pushed the second slave in the room, tirelessly whipping whip on his bare back. Anyone struggling with superstitious fear, trembling hands joined fellow, wrapping cold body of the prisoner sheet. When this was done, the slaves laid the body on a stretcher, after linking synthetic straps hands and feet. The corpse buried in the temporarily cleared area in the jungle.

These small areas are overgrown clearings within a month beyond recognition, good hiding grave.

Dazzling tropical night. Yes, yes, it is dazzling. Eyes open spaces filled with silver light over solid sea of green. Foliage in these rays becomes mysterious luster, a mirage Sea occurs before the astonished gaze, and it seems as if before you frozen giant waves, sparkling reflections of the moon

radiance. Greens are not just silver paint but black shadows create a bizarre landscape paintings.

Rare cries of night dwellers so sharp and sudden that gold blood. On such nights the local Aborigines sitting, crouching, in their huts, shivering with superstitious fear, for the very evil spirit

goes hunting. Shamans draw it in a long black toga with ferocious face, smeared with mud, mixed with the blood of the murdered the victim. Do not get caught in its path, ruthless spirit…

Here are the two eyes flashed lights in a dark space jungle. Moment – and a black shadow in the fast paced jumping flashed with green tree in the bush. A desperate cry of the defeated victim rolled over the forest. The clearing dotted with mounds of fresh earth, emerged from the darkness of the jungle with a black panther prey. In the tenacious jaws of the beast in its death throes squirmed baboon. Panther looked around, lay down, plunging his claws forepaws a booty, and, growling, began a bloody feast. Suddenly the beast alert. He raised his head, not moving

froze. Ears Panthers moved, struck up a brush on silver hairs. Another moment – and the beast sprang to his feet, forgetting about the production and quietly disappeared into the blackness of the night shadows. There was silence, broken by distant shouts yes rustling of sleeping animals. It seemed that nothing can disturb the peace of the glade. There was a rustle in the silence, no, rather, a groan, and maybe it’s the sound of broken branches. Undoubtedly, it is a dangerous predator, dangerous and frightful panther. The moon has frozen over rides, and the shadows of the trees hid under the crown, shone more brightly moonlit hills yes fresh shoots in between. A strange sound came again, became clearer and clearer sound like a moan. Yes, it is heard a deep groan, chilling, it seemed, he awakens an evil spirit from the darkness of the grave. Suddenly collapsed on the ground freshly educated hill. In one place lumps of agglomerated movement stronger, more and more began to move earth, scattering around. Suddenly seemed smeared with mud fingers frantically gasping for air, began to look for invisible support. Then came the hand of the hill and show the human head. Lick it was terrible. Waxy pale, clay-stained face, clotted hair and thinness inspired by a true representation of the face in an alien from beyond the Kingdom of the Dead. The person applying the last vestiges of strength, crawled to the surface. He burst out of my chest frequent wheezing. Skinny chest heaving, his mouth withered lips snapped crisp air. He suddenly fell silent, breathing became a faltering, barely perceptible sigh. Firebreak silence, mixed with the chirping of cicadas and the distant cries of the rare inhabitants of the jungle. It took quite a time bush hid the shadows black sprawled on the grass alien. Finally, he stirred, moaned and crawled on all fours a spreading tree. On the way hand bumped into something soft and sticky, the man stopped in disgust twitched all over, sat down and began to wipe his hand on the grass stained.

Groaned again, then tried to get up, he is succeeded only for a moment. With a heavy groan, he fell to the zee. In issuing frequent groans, it causes the body to crawl forward to the bush. His stubborn struggle was crowned with success. Thick rubber tree trunk rested securely in the back. Catching his breath, he groped his hands around the trunk that it was looking for. Soon fell into the hands of the package by throwing rotten foliage. With trembling hands, he began to prostrate to untie knots, occasionally helping his teeth. But the forces were too weak. With great difficulty, still managed to untie one, then the other. Twine was finally thrown from a piece of thick brown substance. Digging in the convolution, the man took out a flask and convulsively twitching, drank the contents. Strength slowly returned. Thoughts acquired meanings: – “Only would not mix … "– flashed lightning in the brain. clarify in mind flashed a wild dance jar lid. red, blue, yellow and then red, blue, yellow… so on to infinity, when finally able to see the color of which he saws: – “Bright red, red…” So, all right. Further contents blue, then yellow. The fluid returns forces the body to recover. Tropical night came to an end. Moon quietly disappeared, drowned in the darkness of the jungle. Down here, under the arches of the vegetation, it is not noticeable decline. Only denote the brighter star on a piece of the sky, outlined rides, but the tip of the black canopy of giant trees have become sharper. Sultry tropical day not long in coming. Almost since the advent of the first ray of the sun reigned triumphant general discordant. Significant mysterious night noises and screams were drowned in it, blending until the next night. A person under the crown of a rubber tree stood upright. His body took the form of a strong muscular male. Figure athlete does not like the gaunt skeleton covered with yellow skin, how he came out of the darkness of the grave. Dressed in a long black robe, he pulled out of the convolution small pencil case. In the box were turned mirror, brushes and make-up. To attach mirror to the tree trunk, he carefully took the work on her face.

Chapter 4

In the western part of the plantation housed barracks blacks slaves. In total there were five, ranked in the single-story structures, rather similar in appearance to the sheds for cattle than for human habitation. On the north side of the barrack room adjoins the kitchen is one of the a huge canopy and dining area. The first barracks were living women and children, in others – men. Quoting from the south side, five barracks, was allocated to patients. The grueling hard labor on plantations lead up to the people the point of exhaustion. Every day somebody said goodbye to life. Despite the high mortality, lack of manpower is not felt and not felt because of the waste from the production of heroin was slaves. And so it was moved to the plantations that no one of them did not fall asleep without a fair dose of opium. Slaves worked for a pinch potion. None of them came back from whence he came, all was the only way – to the cemetery. The company prospered Boss. From those who want to work on the plantation did not rebound, despite the ban of the authorities, secret ways resulted in more and more slaves. Planter lived in the eastern part of the plantation, the same posted Xia airfield, cottage, villa, office, laboratory processing opium, warehouse, boxing room and 2 part honey for whites. Black are not treated. The entire eastern precinct with a double barbed wire, placed at each corner of the observation booth with a guard. Guard armed with heavy machine guns. Between the villa, and making Pomeroy helipad with helicopter, ready at any moment to soar into the air. On the tower adjoining the cottage planter stood guard with binoculars around her eyes.

– Wit! – 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 pulled him inside. More the stranger did not have time to get into the cockpit, and the plane already torn from brakes, jumped up and down on the road, picking up speed. Two black man, was clutching a crutch under the tail, flew off to the side and the car is easy to come off of the road, melted into the blue haze over the jungle. Azon sigh of relief as soon as the cold floated crown evergreen rainforest.

– Hilt, dear, I am alive! – Azon exclaimed in excitement.

– I have done as you asked, but I must confess, not yearned to see you alive and well.

– As you can see, your plan does not come out, yet nothing happened. – Hilt Ani looked at.

– What happened to her? – He cried, and without waiting for an answer, he began to lead a lady to feel. Azo-free wheel hand gave him a flask of water. Hilt gently patted Anna on the cheek, then sprinkled water on her face. The girl breathed deeply, opening bleary eyes. Her gaze cleared and fell on his face and clothing Hilt. Before he could open his mouth to the words he heard the high-pitched squeal and then threw her dead faint.

– Oh, that’s it! – Guessed Hilt, brushing off the remnants of makeup. When this was done, he quickly cut off beard, then carefully shaved on-board electric razor. Azon opened gaunt thin face another heart ached with pity and tenderness for him. sense of gratitude for the salvation of Ani

and his own Azon hugged him. Hilt resumed his Ani. Finally she opened her eyes. Her gaze found Hilt, and it lit up trust. Hilt, trying to distract friends from as recently experienced, tried to remember funny stories, who had to endure in the days of his youth. He succeeded with

varying degrees of success. Still, Ani finally calmed down and came to life when Hilt said the purpose of his arrival. Eyes Ani, large and moist, like a gazelle forest, suddenly stopped. Live fire in them waned. She turned away from friends, hiding her tears, and silently stared at the bottom of sailing scenery. Hilt realized that the prospect of marriage changed her life, there comes a new, another, metropolitan life that Ani dreamed of something like the impossible and distant, as children dream. Azon gratefully accepted the offer and, drawing attention to Ani, said:

– That’s my wife, thank you. From these words, she could not help but burst into tears.

– Honey, what’s wrong? – Azon asked anxiously.

– So, dear, no! – She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, then added: – Because you know what the service, so thank God heard much. – And she was staring into a clear gadfly cabin. Her beautiful eyes suddenly erected to the sky, and on the half-open lips burst little sigh, which meant the women’s dissatisfaction with language.

– Dear Annie! – Hastened to the rescue of Hilt! – From that moment your failures come to an end, and hell if I was not Hilt, If your future spouse does not prove to you that. But Ani and raised an eyebrow.

– Azon! – He turned to a friend! – Do you know anything about Dumar?