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Authors: Yuri Hamaganov
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Unpredictable...
The rain poured without ceasing, and a pair of observers, sheltered under the waterproof tents, didn’t move lens of night vision with scientists’ campus.
There were several lamps lit, and two mercenaries were on duty at the entrance to the main unit. No one else could be seen.
“Confirms - they are intense radio.”
“Roger, keep watching.”
His uninvited guests were enthusiastically talking about something with their masters, that was all that he managed to find out. They were doing something with the ball. Okay, it was time to go to sleep – nothing important would happen until morning.
The Colonel poured a whiskey and listened to the rain outside the window. He thought that he could hear gunshots. No, perhaps not. In the city there really had been shooting, he’d read reports about it. It was clear that the power had now shifted, and tomorrow afternoon, the evening by the latest, it would be necessary to find out who is now in command, and with whom he would have to do business. Sooner or later these sons of bitches, Bronson and Palmer, would get out of here with all their people, and he could then continue his business, if the partners hadn’t all killed each other by then.
28. Night
Walt looked nervous and tired; it was unlikely that she looked any better.
“What's the news?”
“No news. We’ve just finished the first stage of the analysis. Of course, we will recheck the results, but I'm pretty sure that the cargo was completely destroyed. I can’t guarantee that it was an organic compound; we failed to get a sample. No matter what was inside the capsule, it couldn’t withstand repeated temperature changes - we scraped the hardware compartment inside and found no trace of biological activity, no trace of anything that has an extraterrestrial origin, except for the wreckage.”
“I understand you, Francis. Now we have nothing but these fragments. But this doesn’t negate the possibility of leakage in the atmosphere and ocean.”
“Yes, there is such a possibility, even though the aerodynamic heated to two thousand degrees during the passage through the atmosphere. We just can’t predict the possible consequences.”
“I am concerned about the events in the city. There has been no explanation for what happened there.”
“I’m also concerned about the incident. A few hours after the lander was brought into the city, there was shooting and large-scale fires. Offered a version that local bandits simply not shared our reward for the Prometheus, but there is another possibility.”
“There is a possibility that event was caused one way or another by the leaks. Prometheus was there almost half a day without being quarantined. We could try to find someone who worked in that warehouse, who saw Prometheus, and knows exactly what happened, but there is no one left. Bronson had orders not to leave any witnesses.”
“What is your opinion, Francis?”
“I don’t have an opinion yet, there is insufficient data to draw conclusions. I’m waiting for instructions now. What should I do next? At the moment I have nothing here to study, and searching for the possible leaks is beyond my ability – I need more equipment and crew.”
“Repeat the test and prepare the lander and wreckage to send over, the aircraft will be there at noon. We will decide what to do next at that point.”
The screen went dark, leaving Palmer in her tiny office alone with newly awakened pain. She managed to resist the pain for a minute or so, then opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of orange pills. Next to a jar gleamed a tiny derringer, which had accompanied her throughout the last twenty years. The time for her trusty gun hadn’t yet come, but she definitely needed the strong analgesics of her own making. However, the dose would have to increase again.
“Miss Palmer, you have to look at this. It’s from the hospital.”
She ran her eyes quickly over the paper, and then read it
The rain poured without ceasing, and a pair of observers, sheltered under the waterproof tents, didn’t move lens of night vision with scientists’ campus.
There were several lamps lit, and two mercenaries were on duty at the entrance to the main unit. No one else could be seen.
“Confirms - they are intense radio.”
“Roger, keep watching.”
His uninvited guests were enthusiastically talking about something with their masters, that was all that he managed to find out. They were doing something with the ball. Okay, it was time to go to sleep – nothing important would happen until morning.
The Colonel poured a whiskey and listened to the rain outside the window. He thought that he could hear gunshots. No, perhaps not. In the city there really had been shooting, he’d read reports about it. It was clear that the power had now shifted, and tomorrow afternoon, the evening by the latest, it would be necessary to find out who is now in command, and with whom he would have to do business. Sooner or later these sons of bitches, Bronson and Palmer, would get out of here with all their people, and he could then continue his business, if the partners hadn’t all killed each other by then.
28. Night
Walt looked nervous and tired; it was unlikely that she looked any better.
“What's the news?”
“No news. We’ve just finished the first stage of the analysis. Of course, we will recheck the results, but I'm pretty sure that the cargo was completely destroyed. I can’t guarantee that it was an organic compound; we failed to get a sample. No matter what was inside the capsule, it couldn’t withstand repeated temperature changes - we scraped the hardware compartment inside and found no trace of biological activity, no trace of anything that has an extraterrestrial origin, except for the wreckage.”
“I understand you, Francis. Now we have nothing but these fragments. But this doesn’t negate the possibility of leakage in the atmosphere and ocean.”
“Yes, there is such a possibility, even though the aerodynamic heated to two thousand degrees during the passage through the atmosphere. We just can’t predict the possible consequences.”
“I am concerned about the events in the city. There has been no explanation for what happened there.”
“I’m also concerned about the incident. A few hours after the lander was brought into the city, there was shooting and large-scale fires. Offered a version that local bandits simply not shared our reward for the Prometheus, but there is another possibility.”
“There is a possibility that event was caused one way or another by the leaks. Prometheus was there almost half a day without being quarantined. We could try to find someone who worked in that warehouse, who saw Prometheus, and knows exactly what happened, but there is no one left. Bronson had orders not to leave any witnesses.”
“What is your opinion, Francis?”
“I don’t have an opinion yet, there is insufficient data to draw conclusions. I’m waiting for instructions now. What should I do next? At the moment I have nothing here to study, and searching for the possible leaks is beyond my ability – I need more equipment and crew.”
“Repeat the test and prepare the lander and wreckage to send over, the aircraft will be there at noon. We will decide what to do next at that point.”
The screen went dark, leaving Palmer in her tiny office alone with newly awakened pain. She managed to resist the pain for a minute or so, then opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of orange pills. Next to a jar gleamed a tiny derringer, which had accompanied her throughout the last twenty years. The time for her trusty gun hadn’t yet come, but she definitely needed the strong analgesics of her own making. However, the dose would have to increase again.
“Miss Palmer, you have to look at this. It’s from the hospital.”
She ran her eyes quickly over the paper, and then read it
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