At 11 a.m. Kmykh was already fully prepared for the operation, as he believed. Lounging in the chair of the Maserati capsule, he was waiting for a call from Bill. In the cabin there was one battle drone and two drones were in the luggage compartment. At 11:05 a bell rang.
“Hello, Bill.”
“Yes! Hello Ippolite! How are you? Got the files?”
“Yes, it's 736 yottabytes on a flash drive. Bring to yours apartment?”
“No, I sent my courier. Go down to the Fidel Metro station, at the Savmak station, near the statue of Savmak wait for him. He will recognize you if you are in our Company’s baseball cap.”
“Okay boss. In about 10 minutes I will be at the station.”
Kmykh flew up on Savmak Square and down into the Sobyaner and Sons parking lot.
“Sir,” the parking attendant said, “you have to get out of the cab.”
“I won’t have to,” said Kmykh and put his right hand ring against the parking scanner. An image of the royal coat of arms appeared on the scanner.
“Sorry, sir,” the parking man said.
“Your ID?”
“Sir, write down, I'll say.”
“I'll remember,” said Kmykh and listened to the twenty-digit parking attendant number.
“Lower me to the level of Savmak Metro station. I will get off the subway. I will be there for a while. Then I will return and let you know that you will raise me to the surface in a capsule.”
“By all means, sir,” – said the parking attendant and turned on the carousel.
Kmykh left the parking lot at the Metro level, walked along a short corridor, leaned the FSB ring against the lock door and then went to Savmak station. Near the statue of Savmak Kmykh looked at passers-by and at people waiting capsule vehicles of Metro. While he waiting, a street musician came up to him with a guitar and asked for some money for food. Kmykh put two Britcoins in his empty tin jar of beans. On the musician’s head was a sombrero and a traditional Mexican poncho hung from his shoulders.
“Now put the flash drive here,” the musician said with a confident voice, “then you will go to the platform and sit in any first capsule.”
The musician raised the poncho and put his right hand on the handle of the ultrasound induction bullet generator of the UZI model. His left hand was still outstretched with empty tin jar of natural beans.
Scotland Yard police quickly responded to Kmykh’s actions, and a minute later a few meters above his head Kmykh heard the words of a police officer.