LONER IN THE RUSH HOUR CROWD. I AM GOING TO KILL - страница 35

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Reconnaissance leads me to a disappointing conclusion: I am at a strategic disadvantage. The cars are lined up, but of the two, the number one closest to me with the client, is well visible. I do not have time to work them all in turn. No matter how lazy and stupid they are – and I have only one of them all. I simply will not reach the last in the list. Even if he is not armed with a pistol, at least he is armed with a «cellular» one. Horseradish radish is not sweeter!

So, we must collect them all to the heap! Think, head, think! Although… what is there to think!

«Hey, you! What the fuck are you here crowded on the footpath? But you, your mother, are servants of the law… lousy!»

I work on option «number two». At first, I wanted to «introduce myself» to local state security. I have a travel card – the appropriate one: a red crust with gold embossing. Until you figure out what is written there – and I am already a «special service»! Yes, and I will not let you understand!

But this thought is good only for the first time, because the idea is rough and it does not always have a chance to pass. Much depends not only on you, but also on the client and the case also. With this option, a lot is needed for success: speed, onslaught, impudence. But the main thing is reliability: artistic data is always needed. And now I am «not in the image»: no suitable state of mind. No creative mood.

But there is a duplicate option. And I use it. Principality – it is arrogance in relation to the «servants of the law» – is the trouble-free method. «Servant» will not always lead to imposture, but always provocation bite! But how else: he is the «master of life»! And therefore he must teach me life – and at the same time «give life» by giving on vital organs.

The «guardians» are taken aback: they have obviously lost the habit of «compliments» in their address. But their confusion does not last long: a couple of seconds, not more. And already at the third second, they are amicably, as if on cue, get out of their cars.

«Yes, yes, all – here!» I continue «to cause a fire on myself». In their interpretation: «seek adventure on your ass». My call stimulates the movement activity of the «watchmen». Almost by jumping, they overcome the distance that divides us. Two of them on the move unbutton holster. The average citizen with these gestures should already «ship in his pants». My pants are working in the provision of the regime «hands – in the pants.» And not figuratively: my hands are where my instrument of production.