lunch. hamburgers. Lunch seylzovomu. Rubbish escape. Again, a refrigerator. Morgenstern. match.
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Chapter 1. Server.
Chapter 2. Admin.
Chapter 3. Running on the Spot.
Chapter 4. Pornonet.
Chapter 5. Blue threat.
Chapter 6. plot.
Chapter 7. unexpected offer.
Chapter 8. Testers and analysts.
Once out of the shop to analysts, we climbed into our truck. Herbert opened his mouth to command, suddenly filled the corridors of lingering melancholy roar. Is relatively quiet for a couple of seconds, he reached a maximum and broke.
- Lunch! - Herbert was delighted, and threw the reins. Investors cheerfully uncoupled from its lift trucks and, forming a wedge, quickly walked away. Herbert popped up and walked away.
- Hey, - called him Cyril, - Where are you? .
- Sorry, I have dinner, - smiled broadly, our guide, - See you in an hour. Take lunch under his seat.
I poked around under the seat and felt some paper. Pulling it to the light, I found the brown paper bag, which was the bank of cola, a hamburger, fries and something else. Similar packages were also my colleagues. Frankly, it took a long time and my mouth filled with saliva, even at the thought of a cold hamburger and, most importantly, the Coca-Cola, which I, in fact, not very much, and love, but brushwood, you know, love and make Moscow tap .
- Do not drink cola, - there was a whisper. I turned his head and saw that Mischa opened one eye and the corner of his mouth, he whispered tensely: - Do not drink cola.
Misha seems to pretend that he is a pass. Sergei tried to ask something from him, but Michael just hissed and closed his eyes, strongly indicating that we should not ignore it.
Wondering, we munched hamburgers, looking at Misha. Suddenly, at the far end of the corridor there was a growing noise, as if approaching a large crowd of people. The noise grew louder and we looked at each other uneasily.
- Quiet - distortions face, whispered Misha - Quiet! .
I put half-eaten hamburger ( it's still a crap, right? ) And turned back, just to see how the corner there was a crowd of people running. They are fast approaching. The crowd reached us, and rounded the cart, causing it to swing. Panting men in suits and ties knocked down in all haste ran away.
The crowd filled all the corridor. Suddenly Misha stood up and shouted, hands, faster!.
It is unclear where his hands were crimping pliers for twisted pair. Deftly hooking them wire, which were natsepleny our handcuffs, he cut it and we were free from our trolley.
- Quick, jump into the crowd - Misha literally pushed us to the truck and we jumped off the truck and stumbled, ran into the crowd. People in suits did not pay any attention to us, they were concerned only with how to get ahead.
- Who are they? .
- It Sayles - Misha shouted. - They run a lunch!.
- And fuck? .
- And that such training. Lunch is not at all give Sayles, and who was late, he did not eat. - Misha added in the course of. We huddled together in a tight group and tried to keep to Misha that was not so easy, as he deftly maneuvered with the crowd.
- We also run a lunch? .
- No, we do runs. While Sayles fight for food, cameras turned off: there is no evidence, no problem.
I'm pretty out of breath, and my colleagues, it seems, was not easy. Mentally, I promised myself yet to start going to the fitness center, which once foolishly bought the annual subscription. The crowd slowed down, but it became much denser.
- Well, every day for lunch should be run? .
- No, every time something new. - Misha replied. - For example, such as limited access to the toilet, and at other times gave only half the seats. Trenigi - shmeningi, survives, or the strongest or the most thug. Well, you know.
Finally, we along with the crowd turned into a side passage and found themselves in a flea market at the door with the inscription ... Pushed inside, took a sharp left, Mike and overcoming angry shouts and jerks, broke through the side wall, and literally pulled out by the scruff us one by one from the crowd.
- Hold on to me - he ordered, and we followed him in single file along a wall. I glanced around to see a huge room, about 100 meters in length, probably almost completely filled the hungry crowd Seylz managers who wanted somewhere to forward. The musical accompaniment somewhere at the top was torn The Offspring:. ... You can do it. time, time ».
Mike led us to the corner where the door was a dumpster, opened it and gave the order: - Climb.
From the hatch smell something disgusting trash, and I grimaced at the thought that there would have to climb.
- Rather, it is the only way out - Mike impatiently waved. We myalis, climb somewhere in the dark do not really want to. Mike understood our doubts and said:.
- Okay, I'm ahead, you follow me.
And he deftly slid the hatch, and we followed him. Musoroprovodnoy rolled down the pipe ( which, fortunately, not often used, judging by the dust ), we have fallen on a pile of rags and some plastic packaging, like somewhere in the basement. Misha was standing on his feet and eagerly drove us.
We will continue to run for Misha to poluosveschennym basements, constantly ducking and dodging the various pieces of hanging wires and insulation. It seems that Michael is a frequent visitor, as he guided instantly - where to turn, where the duck, and where to jump. I stuffed a couple of lumps trying to keep up with him.
Finally we found ourselves in a large room, dimly lit by three hanging lamps, and stopped. We breathed heavily, leaning on his knees. Michael returned to the front door and listened. Apparently pleased to hear (or the absence of any sounds), he returned to us and drove us to the middle of the room, knelt down and began to smack his hands the dust. Finding something that he issued a satisfied exclamation, and something clicked. At the top of the room and just hummed something to Misha, who barely managed to jump, down a hefty black clamshell Samsung Refrigerator.
Fridge was brand new and shiny, it is unclear where it came from in the dusty basement. Mike opened the door and the refrigerator immediately played the first bars of «Bad» Michael Jackson. Inside the cooler was already familiar to the hole, only this time he was a little wider.
- Most probably, this is a temporary hub - we hurried Misha. We climbed into the hole and within a few meters are in a very pleasant at first glance, the room, hung with tapestries, and very often with a red carpet on the floor.
All would be anything but right in front of us stood a man. Well, a man like a man of medium height, with a mustache. His face could be called friendly, if in one hand he held a huge morgentshtern not fake kind, and the second lantern, which he sent to us for some reason, though he was off and the room was bright with numerous ceiling .
- E. Good day, - Cyril tried to say hello. The man scowled and jabbed a flashlight in our direction, for some reason just makes me want to step aside.
At this point of the hub (which on this side of the door looked like a built-in wardrobe ) got Mike. Learning Misha, man relaxed and lowered the torch. They embraced.
- Hello, Sergei!, 'Said Mike.
- Hello, Micha,, - a man tapped on the shoulder, Misha. - Live, devil! .
- Nearly took - Mike showed us - It 's trimmed my guys had to go through the emergency hole.
- Risk you are a kid, Micah - frowning man, - be careful. Well, come, and soon the game will start.
End of Chapter 9.
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