“Good boss, for now I’ll work on a cross section of the well, and in the morning I’ll go to the GRC library. Bye.”
“Good luck, Ippolite,” – Bill said and turned off the phone.
“Was it Ippolite Reznik?”
“Yes, he is the most,” – Bill answered to terrorist with hat ear-flaps, – “only two of us in the Company have access to the GRC library to the Royal Archives.”
“We are in the know. But you are the best hostage for us. You have come to our hands yourself,” – said terrorist and laughed.
By this time, the rest of the bandits returned.
“We examined house,” – said Abdullah, – “the drone is disassembled, the autopilot was turned on to the necessary coordinates, there is a robot minder in the engine compartment, and he performs autopilot commands. A box of modified beer was found in the wheelhouse. On the box is written – a gift from the fishermen. What to do now and what to do with beer?”
“Drink beer, relax. Autopilot turn off and turn off all engines, we will drift. Delete the coordinates from the autopilot memory. Do not distract the drones from work, they monitor the hostages. I'll go to sleep. We can’t buy sleep like the townspeople. Yes, and I advise you to sleep for two hours. Take turns. The one on duty here should always be with the drones. If the hostages talk to each other, you will knockout both of them out. If they leave the barbecue area – the drones themselves will kill them.”
“As you like, boss,” – said Abdulla and went into the wheelhouse for a box of beer.
Kmykh sat in his capsule at the pier and looked at the waves of the surf. He had to wait morning, for get a job at Zyu Corporation. Then he was intending to get two combat robots and a speed capsule Maserati. Then he was about to fly to save Bill and Priscilla.
“Hello, hello,” – said Alice.
“But I did not appeal you,” – replied Kmykh.
“I know. I missed you, and I wanted to talk with you.”
“And what we will talk about?”
“About us.”
“About us?”
“Yes, I have long wanted to confess to you, but did not dare.”
Kmykh laughed. “And what did you want to confess?” – He asked.
“Do you know what the FSB is?”
“Yes, of course, this is the Federal Security Service of British.”
“Do you know that I'm not such Alice from Yandex?”
“And what are you?” – asked Kmykh and laughed again.
“I'm not a program. I am your individual Alice. I'm alive.”