chair and pressed the button display. The screen flashed the letter again, tin, offers: “Society Chaumont, a secret organization. Coordinate not. Number of members is unknown. Threats government is not.”
– Not a lot! – He sighed. The failure angered. Came to mind the most incredible projects, until I remembered an article written in the “Bulletin” on the hypothesis of the existence of a state of
high in the inaccessible mountains, and representatives of the State are de Chaumont.
“The Curious State finds no signs of habitation in that place, as space vehicles and aircraft are not
registered their radars is no object in the specified Mountains area … "– read Hilt.
– Damn it! – Furiously crumpling paper hands, cried Hilt.
– That cannot be anyone, I can! And a crumpled paper ball flew into the remote corner of the room. He dressed in a blink of an eye. Neutral field dress allowed to do it quickly, ask a few things in a bag and slamming door, stepped out of the room. Street met Hilt fresh breeze, showering dampness cheeks. The rain had stopped. However, air saturated with moisture, dust still contained rainwater. Motorcycles rolled out of the garage, he jumped into the saddle, then put helmet and started the engine. The road to the airport ran endless belt in the surrounding fields, verdant fresh shoots. Motorcycles raced on it, carrying his rider in the direction of the airport. Transcontinental airliner could accommodate his insides six passengers who were located in the passenger compartment. The first floor housed the things they could also accommodate several cars. “Hilt wheeled Motorcycles on its landing platform. Shortly declared fit in the liner. Resorts Nayami located near the picturesque bay. Lush tropical vegetation and the blue-green waters of the attached it a special charm and beauty. The port, which landed liner, buoyant. Among the many scurrying to and fro passengers Hilt police tracked down his helmet and was moved in his direction, as when someone shoved and back. Lieutenant violently jerked ago, but only managed to see the mucin fleeing in a black shirt and blue, sport coat, pants. Regretting that was in the hands of Motorcycles, it quickly cooled down and headed for the exit. Suddenly, he was surrounded by a dense barrier of police. Their stern faces do not bode well, and the black eyes machines, firing rubber bullets, stare in it, ready at any moment to entertain fair portion of peas of gun filling.
– Raise your hands! – Ordered the senior voice cracking. The muzzle of his machine for a moment, moved up by pointing to follow the hands of Hilt. One of the officers approached slowly, clinking handcuffs. Hilt suddenly seized with a passionate desire to teach the insolent.
– Very well! – Coolly he said, jumping to Motorcycles. Police did not have time to blink as Motorcycles, after breaking shop-window glass, made his rider on the highway and raced toward
resort town. Following came the indiscriminate machine gun shooting.
– Post number one! – Trembling with rage, shouted into the microphone transmitter senior police officer! – To immediately apprehend the offender with the license plate “E” one hundred and one!
Hilt was flying down the highway, listening senior team, what boldly replied: – Ha-ha, you’re a big joker, a citizen of the head! However the hell, I’m sick of you! – He turned the radio off.
Not slowing down, his Motorcycles raced to the number one position. Even from a distance of Hilt keen eye discerned police set a trap. Two of its disk opposite to each other, red poppies stood out against the green overgrown fields. Hilt knew that a strong field of defense, arising between the discs, able to block the path train. Objects stuck therein, as in the test, and no power is able to snatch them. The number one position in front of a police officer standing in the stowed black jumpsuit with a raised stop sign. Motorcycles Hilt raced straight to the sentry. The distance separating Hilt and police, declined at an incredible pace. With every second of this duel took on dangerous. One stood motionless, it seemed that his life he deeply spit, the other rushed to the limit of squeezing speed. When the distance was reduced by an amount not bode well for the police and for the rider closer to the world otherworldly, Motorcycles suddenly stood up on the back wheel came off the highway and soared into the air, showering the superheated steam head sentry. The number one position remained far below, drifting along with the small trees on the side of the highway farther and farther back. Out of the blue haze in front of white toy houses grew resort town. Far away, in the direction of the town, seemed to flock black dots. Point increased, in front of purchasing extended final shape of giant birds. Hilt, sensing trouble, changed the direction of flight, having turned away in the direction of the bay. Over the sea his whole swarm of police officers surrounded the on ant gravitational motorcycles. One of the riders was shouting into a megaphone: – You are surrounded! Give it up!
– Ha-ha-ha! – Hilt laughed, pressing personal protective equipment. Moment – and the pursuers were silent motors. With wild cries they all hail fell into the bay.
– Good-bye, gentlemen! – Called after them Hilt, directing car to the highway. None of the post no longer stopped him. “It is strange,” – thought Hilt. And, just rolling in the hotel garage “Goldfish” your motorcycles, he pointed to the room where the gaping black scratch, separated the “E” on the number of one hundred and one black feature. The result was a new issue of “E fraction of one hundred and one.” Hotel Hilt did not rest. Hastily, leaving his Motorcycles, he got a taxi to the rental of tourist aircraft.
Chapter 2
– You want, Lord, take a plane? – Asked the owner of Hilt, a fat, red face big man.
– No, I want to inquire about one person.
– Yes, but in front of my eyes every day a lot of passes, evasively replied the man! – And with whom I have the honor to speak?
– Hilt my name.
– I have your name does not say anything.
– I think you love good beer! – Hilt and said, reaching into his pocket for money.
Giving the owner two green notes, added: – There will be enough on the barrel.
– O! – Plump, smiling, boss! – My name is Griffes, and held out his hand. Hilt felt in my hand greasy hot hand.
– You seem to be interested in someone.
– Yes, Griffes, I need some sort of Raul (the name of Azo), it the owner of a site like yours.
– A thousand devils. – Swearing Griffes! – He has never known such. How many can remember, I had one on the coast of the item.
– And do not you know, by chance, his colleagues at other resorts? – Hoping asked Hilt.
– No, I have nothing to say. Hilt had lost hope to find a friend, but suddenly remembered the stork. Above the entrance to the office to sign the item image of an owl caught the attention of Hilt.
– Wait, cannot remember which of your colleagues has a brand name with a picture of a stork?
– Of course, but, you know, because of poor memory recall is very difficult. Hilt has given another green bill. When she disappeared into the thick paw Griffes and beatific smile lit up the face of slits formed by the thick-lipped mouth came a voice: – That, Sir, about a hundred kilometers
