05Pi5623 - Có e?
to 'miterschließen My government is more than happy his new trade routes to excellence. Or President asked me to align you that all of Brakke is in your debt. The minefield of the last war is a barrier to the western sectors remained. A large, financial loss -. For years, "
silence reigned on the necessary, short acceptance speech at the official reception rooms of the velaanischen Embassy, whose leader, dressed in official regalia Velaas and his family - purple and silver - with serious look relaxed and sitting listening to one of the wine-red sofas in the words of Brakke-envoy.
Rafaelle look was not to suggest the sun Aeolias standing in his back and took his face with a shadow. The subdued rooms stuffed with presents and pictures from various races, was illuminated by the yellow rays and stuffy, like on the day of this island. Rafaelle do not sweat, nor the humidity seemed to him of all his clothes to identify something. But it had provided sufficient liquid in many different carafes on the large, brightly polished conference table were the orphaned. Rafaelle had, as so often preferred to take in the small wine-red sitting room area, which was situated in front of the large windows of the front hard.
Milas whetted nervous of Lanark in the sofa on which he had previously taken place over Rafaelle. He did not dare look in his eyes rise to this strange, instead he looked on the point between the curved eyebrows. The silence stretched out in an ominous length.
"your mother is doing well. The family holds Dalmet it is still very high esteem that one of her married to the Doge Velaas - and for so long ... "The mundane studies, which used the Milas of Lanark velaanischen intonation so clumsy was described as ridiculous and almost insulting.
:: Security must know that they are here. NO ONE comes by her. ::
The safety was fully in Apollo's responsibility.
Rafaelle stretched something in his bed, grabbed the glass of water and cast a quick glance over the rim of the bow window, which released a clear view of the green park of the embassy. Apollo ...?
They met rarely, actually only in various official diplomatic receptions and then always with a cool and distant courtesy, coupled with the usual phrases palace between management and diplomatic corps. And if both were more or less a good mood, even two or three sentences were on the prevailing weather. Rafaelle left these ceremonies are prescribed as soon as possible after he was shown and the first representative of Sin-Setuchs his presence was demonstrated.
Apollo had to know that two of the races were here.
Rafaelle Milas smiled when his eyebrow twitched upwards. Apollo's intentions here on the planet had so far been of no interest to him. But what he knew of the well-known, this man continued loyalty to the planet.
"My mother enjoys good health Duine of Lanark." Rafaelle even smiled in his effort to keep his raging mysteries behind the facade of the Ambassador. "They Align left me with the best wishes of their homeland. And she thanked repeatedly for the invitations. "
Milas, encouraged by the friendly courtesy of the Ambassador, leaning against something and reached for the glass with velaanischem tea. "It was always Brakke an extraordinary honor that the Doge Jeccschalen ..."
Rafaelle was focused on extreme, stared at the Wirtschaftsattache, trying not to let his gaze away, or the friendly, distanced attention to the delegates to maintain . He could not prevent the words Milas disappeared behind his racing thoughts and giving them almost no could follow. His thumb stroked calmly about the silver ring, the pulsed warm on his ring finger and it inevitably reminded that he himself was far away.
Would it bring something to correct a mistake in that I was taking a moment later next venture, to be able to figure out just how high the priority and importance was that concerned, these two women. It was worth it.: WHO has approved it, that they are here? WHO? ::
His finger pointed to his ring again. Too many events in a single period. Levithaan had not reported. For a brief moment he had lost control and Levithaan had felt it and the message obtained. It would not be good.
"gift Milas." Rafaelle waved and gestured to the Brakke that he was well aware of where his mother was. "As you can see, I've never forgotten it." Rafaelle deep voice struck the business-like tone, as familiarity, the Milas believed to have carried Rafaelle mother here had absolutely no influence.
"My company pays you a doping corresponding to the branch of a well-commerce and much more. I dispose of the mines and the waste of your war. For your own secure me for two years, the belt in Brakke nine quadrants. "He leaned forward slightly and prized Milas. "For two years I lease Brakke 9th I think the commitment of your government in the hands inform me when other trading companies also want to fly through the belt. "Rafaelle smiled friendly. "I decide for two years, who is given a permit to fly - of course in consultation with you and President Or"
"Of course, the Milas hastened to assure and drank a big gulp of the tea he had ordered only polite, no flavor or to know origin. You could see the man that he had to fight for the next words to truly fear, courage and necessity. "Their ships Excellence ... "
My Freighter will bring its own docking station. It is only of limited duration. "Rafaelle leaned back again, but could not avoid his eyes a moment gleamed angrily. "As for the rumors concerning this fleet, I can reassure you. It does not exist. I own course, with some accompanying ships of war. However, they serve to protect my goods, not more. "What idiot thought of this? That he wanted to Brakke attacked?
"Yes, of course." Milas not really relaxed. DAS to inquire further, he certainly would not dare. In addition, Rafaelle had the reputation of always and everywhere to stand by his word.
"You have chosen a beautiful piece of outer space ..." Rafaelle really had trouble twisting his eyes are not irritated. So he sat back on the well-known ambassador smile, talk was Milas - and his thoughts run free.
Had he really thought of everything?
Apart from the stubbornness Levithaans?
Kaim and Marut had no questions and were silently complied with their work after they had the slide from the open sea in a hidden place between the reefs of Cephyr towed. All instruments were during the of Rafaelle off, he wiped himself in a rented glider all traces of his presence, the media cleaned and provided with a specific route, set the computer and uninstalled the cloaking device by short electronic shocks again. Nothing begat more of what had to have seen the slide that night. When they reached the eastern edge Cephyrs Marut and rose to him in the glider, Rafaelle had made a decision. Similarly, a madness for him, which was reflected in Maruts bright eyes as he gave a brief explanation Rafaelle, not to scuttle the shuttle. His friend nodded in silence, the prepared helper again packed up and gone back to Kaim was also to inform him of the new development.
"... and even after a nice evening in front of me is before I return to Brakke, I'll be able to enjoy the amenities Aeolias. It is unbelievable what attractions the island offers. This generosity of space and wealth ... "
" You should use your last chance Duine of Lanark. I fear that a single evening is to have seen it all too little. Even I could not yet give all the sights the attention they deserve ... "
The ring on his finger ran for a fraction of a second together. :: Levi ... :: Rafaelle frowned, looked Milas continues. "What you stand for to visit before tonight?"
"The palaces are to be unique." Milas wide grin and stroked his short beard cut accurately. "Thanks to your efforts, I have a booking a palace. I will have pleasant company. "
" Yes, of course. "More Rafaelle not brought on the lips before it would probably failed offensive to Milas. So had this to say more words were wrong before, Rafaelle himself slipped back to Levithaan and after Cephyr, two Decisions of which he knew that was wrong. He had thrown
finally after all this work only a brief look into the cockpit, clinically clean clean, combed the data by several hundred kilometers, which described the round-trip around the island. :: Who? Who ... will get in? ::
And he had smiled. He had his fingers in verzwirbelt some strands of his hair until he was two or three lengths in his hands. "Pantha rei ..." he whispered and slowly release the strands so that they fell behind the pilot's seat to the floor. "... and everything to me. "
*) CO e = Who
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Dark Mucus Blood Period
03Pi5623 - Masks
(midnight)
shimmering, glistening in a rich shade of gold shot the elongated blade of the light meter again and again from the grid of Perlmutgriffes, translucent and delicate acting, if you kept the elegant weapon against the moonlight. Precise, restless and deadly, she met once their goal. Primarily controlled technique of Velaa - genetically and beautiful. A relatively tiny child of the first.
Time passed, whether slow or fast had no relevance to him, his eyes twitched now and again towards the distant ridge that gently lit up the golden car of the lift wound. And his fingers clenched into fists.
began slowly Hel to be cursed with all his restaurant a place that wanted to spare the Rafaelle neither embarrassment nor the agonizing end of a whole life within a fraction of a second. The latter was expressed rather trivialized and Rafaelle mouth twisted as the pain was eating again through his body. The entity controlling the actions and feelings are controlled, in painstakingly put together and was founded just a few hours collapsed into itself.
feelings that are not covered only the body but could also cause the head and nervous systems, or stimulation, were Fouls and did not belong in his world. Rafaelle looked at his hand holding the gun. She trembled slightly and he did not even notice. The small, invisible switch that was hidden behind the talent, knowledge and cold had been folded by a short present - body and soul were for a period not overseeable again merged into a single unit without the Rafaelle had been able to prevent it.
It makes little difference whether the presence of the graceful figure of a servant of the second, almost gigantic acting woman described only one or two feet at every step followed. Rather, it was the shock that had captured him when he, the restaurant do had left with his entourage. Time and again he was, no sooner had he entered the broad passage that led to the output of the restaurant, first moved only by a slight tingling on the disguised his skin, had been distracted.
Brakke The ambassador had also mentioned in acceptance speeches, made occasional remarks overblown - Rafaelle it was not ignored. Barely two steps closer to liberating the output was that feeling again, coupled with a slight dizziness and tensing his neck muscles. Irritated and now wide awake Rafaelle was looking through the guest room halbdämmrigen walked, without really any one trigger for its to find feelings. Then the elevator door had opened and released two slender figures, which at this moment no more than two black flowing silhouettes against the bright light of the cabin door was. Two new guests, both completely covered, one with pomp and splendor, the other in the striking simplicity of a gray chador. Despite the concealment unmistakably feminine forms were to identify under the midnight blue hooded jacket of Major, the bright colors of dark red hair behind a veil of shadows visible. Rafaelle world fell apart at the seams and darkened in memory and hatred.
The strong wind tugged again at the crouching figure between the ruined pillars of the island. The old dead trees creaked softly to himself while Rafaelle his knife back into his pocket of his leather jacket. He could really feel that his entire body still covered with a light goose bumps this was the simple presence of this species brought. Rafaelle hated both cavernous, moved his lips into a grin abstract acting as he thought of the impact that could do this little knife to the throat of the two beings. They would not even notice - so he hoped.
The distant sound of the humming
lift reached him over, his eyes flew back to the input the restaurant and the first point of his hope began.
:: No Portal. It might be difficult to follow them ... ::
Two figures stood out again, went into the deliberate and unhurried the bridge and began their way to the feeding stations and transport sites. Rafaelle eyes narrowed and he stretched in an almost uncontrollable anticipation the body. He reached for the prism glass and held it to her eyes. Indeed! There were the two visitors. At present, the firing was in his muscles and tendons augenmerk violent and quietly gasped the Velaaner. Everything had been for ages past and yet it was still as fresh as if it had happened only yesterday.
:: Make no mistake now ... :: Reason here appeared to turn more than a trifle to be, he had to restrain himself to the rather absurdly large distance between itself and these ... these creatures do not get to walk behind him to ram the blade into the body of the two visitors.
you actually passed the curved colonnade leading to the landing stations for the small craft. Rafaelle lowered his helpers. "Air Do shlàinte," he whispered pleased and stood up. Tonight he wanted to be the hunter. He disappeared among the rocks and the darkness, the small waiting room was back in the night, as if He never had a visitor.
The night stretched over the black water between Hel and the northern mainland of the island. Rafaelle drove the rented short-range slider with the usual precision and the necessary security clearance. The leasing company was handed over to an anonymous visitor to the island of the vehicle, Marut had given him everything and let Rafaelle the final adjustment of the helper in the computer console. All had worked in a small factory, silent sequences matched each other without asking questions, and within less than two hours. More Rafaelle had not met the two women. Secretly he was summarily the smaller companion also referred to as a woman, after all, it did not matter whether man or woman. To him they were all the same.
Rafaelle cast a quick glance at the terminal, which was next to him in the passenger seat and he indicated the exact trajectory of the small shuttles. Determined as it seemed it pursued, since it had reached the mainland, the course of the Mahanad deeper into the island. Sensors registered the increased amount of carbon dioxide. The approaching forest, recorded here between the eastern sea and the desert border. :: Trees ... ::
Rafaelle view glided through the tinted windows to the front and left of the slider a bit further lower than even he, the river bed reached and followed the shuttle.
What did he here?
years he had trained to counter any emerging emotion to nip in the bud just such acts, the one considered to be enraptured by trade. "Thoire in aire," he swore softly and increased the speed to match the anticipated flying shuttles. The forest went up to something and have his Stock that concerned solid, breathable fabrics, increased somewhat. :: Everything flows,:: it said in the language of Velaa, nothing manifested itself in the long run and kept for eternity, unless the life in his homeland. :: Wood serves us as a heat ... the fire has chosen to be his companion ... ::
The glider fell from Rafaelle hand almost vertically down and held his height just above the River. Here was the security of T'uisge and gave him protection. Displeasure Rafaelle cursed and stared again at his terminal, the flashing point marked his ambition, flew over the forest - Rafaelle glider shot forward, reached over the flow of the first foothills of the dense forest.
"Come on," hissed Rafaelle and continued to watch the flight path, "disappear over the woods ..." His eyebrow twitched upward, because at that exact moment the ship swung to the south. The Mahanad forked at this point Rafaelle and the joystick clutched violently. Sometimes met even silent prayer, even if they no longer believed in them. Satisfied, he was almost trying to relax a little when he moments later also followed the flight path - and uttered the terminal next to him, the unmistakable signal a warning.
columns of numbers, formulas, chased each other on the right side of the display, Rafaelle quickly typed a few columns of numbers, waiting for the result. A strong concentration of energy and laser beams to scan it was displayed near the pursuing shuttles, Rafaelle mouth twisted into a sardonic grin. "A small shield ...". He clutched at his neck and took out a small silver chain he moved quickly over her head and hair. At the end of which dangled an elongated trailer, inconspicuous with small ornaments adorned Velaa. Rafaelle pressed his thumb on the circular depression of the flat plates and the trailer to work out. "A shame," he murmured, and coupled to a mathematician at the console of the terminal. "Show your calculation skills -. And blocked me on this grid". To enter illegally locked area "seconds later it beeped quietly switched the ads on red, the endemic sensors of the slide show is now also on the alert,
" Mach already, " whispered Rafaelle now urgent and slowed his pace a bit, the flashing point to lose even the computer out of sight. "Today is a day to play ambassadors ..." The small ads of the mathematician immediately jumped on blue, Rafaelle smiled, took it gently from the console and placed it on the controllers of the slider. "Make me."
The Shide computer attached to the computer leads one of the slider, made his calculations and numbers on the performance of the pilot skip and provided the outer skin and composition with the same mathematical structure as that of the block in front of him - the shuttle with the the two women in that moment flew through without difficulty.
"Pantha rei," whispered Rafaelle to him and the triumphant smile was almost not wipe off his face. One or two less of this species was not a great result - but it would be a personal satisfaction to be able to cut them by hand the throat.
The shield was racing slipped on his glider and Rafaelle hand into his coat pocket for his knife to take effect. He had never used more than its little helpers ...
His fingers palpated not only the knife, there was also a small, crumpled together test of paper. Rafaelle It registered only when it was next to the knife on the terminal.
:: It's never good to play off everything. Wherever you move the place where you live is need. It is in your discretion to disclose everything - or get you further protect so that it remains anonymous, what you are ...::
Rafaelle glance slid over the piece of paper that must have been at some point a folded rose.
:: Never give anything cheap! A whole world, your world is behind it ... ::
! "SHIT"
howled in protest, the drives of the slider, as Rafaelle radically activated the reverse thrust, the gravity of the stabilizers screaming in his ears as the little slider jolting burst into a right turn. The rear of the slider swerved uncontrollably from the moment when the outer shell hit on the front grid of the protective shield. Rafaelle uttered a curse, a brief glance at the helper on the front page, the peaceful exuded his blue lights. Then he was back under control so far that he flew the bend in a wide arc to end the slide back and headed to the nearby river bed. He hit the gas and raced back across the black water the way he had come.
His heart was pounding painfully in his mind raced a thousand of reproaches and curses to the realization have committed a great error to. When he reached the open sea, he tore the helper of the consoles, and stowed it back in his coat pocket. The sea chase as a dark backdrop to hang out in it, the glider was flying dangerously close to the uneven surface, but that was at that moment Rafaelle care less. Hel ashamed slid way past him, then Cephyr, finally wrapped it the bright sky of stars, - and he still did not diminish the pace. He was badly burned his back and the pent air of the capsule pilot him tied together almost the throat.
What he had done? This places people would say he had lowered his pants at half mast. He smiled bitterly. Half-mast here would not help very much. Now he just had to wait. As with the first had only happen - just lose control.
Somewhere in mid-ocean glider finally came to a halt. Rafaelle hand tired after the terminal was a few codes and sent a signal to Malik. Then he buried his face in his trembling hands. He could no longer hold back his memories.
(midnight)
shimmering, glistening in a rich shade of gold shot the elongated blade of the light meter again and again from the grid of Perlmutgriffes, translucent and delicate acting, if you kept the elegant weapon against the moonlight. Precise, restless and deadly, she met once their goal. Primarily controlled technique of Velaa - genetically and beautiful. A relatively tiny child of the first.
Time passed, whether slow or fast had no relevance to him, his eyes twitched now and again towards the distant ridge that gently lit up the golden car of the lift wound. And his fingers clenched into fists.
began slowly Hel to be cursed with all his restaurant a place that wanted to spare the Rafaelle neither embarrassment nor the agonizing end of a whole life within a fraction of a second. The latter was expressed rather trivialized and Rafaelle mouth twisted as the pain was eating again through his body. The entity controlling the actions and feelings are controlled, in painstakingly put together and was founded just a few hours collapsed into itself.
feelings that are not covered only the body but could also cause the head and nervous systems, or stimulation, were Fouls and did not belong in his world. Rafaelle looked at his hand holding the gun. She trembled slightly and he did not even notice. The small, invisible switch that was hidden behind the talent, knowledge and cold had been folded by a short present - body and soul were for a period not overseeable again merged into a single unit without the Rafaelle had been able to prevent it.
It makes little difference whether the presence of the graceful figure of a servant of the second, almost gigantic acting woman described only one or two feet at every step followed. Rather, it was the shock that had captured him when he, the restaurant do had left with his entourage. Time and again he was, no sooner had he entered the broad passage that led to the output of the restaurant, first moved only by a slight tingling on the disguised his skin, had been distracted.
Brakke The ambassador had also mentioned in acceptance speeches, made occasional remarks overblown - Rafaelle it was not ignored. Barely two steps closer to liberating the output was that feeling again, coupled with a slight dizziness and tensing his neck muscles. Irritated and now wide awake Rafaelle was looking through the guest room halbdämmrigen walked, without really any one trigger for its to find feelings. Then the elevator door had opened and released two slender figures, which at this moment no more than two black flowing silhouettes against the bright light of the cabin door was. Two new guests, both completely covered, one with pomp and splendor, the other in the striking simplicity of a gray chador. Despite the concealment unmistakably feminine forms were to identify under the midnight blue hooded jacket of Major, the bright colors of dark red hair behind a veil of shadows visible. Rafaelle world fell apart at the seams and darkened in memory and hatred.
The strong wind tugged again at the crouching figure between the ruined pillars of the island. The old dead trees creaked softly to himself while Rafaelle his knife back into his pocket of his leather jacket. He could really feel that his entire body still covered with a light goose bumps this was the simple presence of this species brought. Rafaelle hated both cavernous, moved his lips into a grin abstract acting as he thought of the impact that could do this little knife to the throat of the two beings. They would not even notice - so he hoped.
The distant sound of the humming
lift reached him over, his eyes flew back to the input the restaurant and the first point of his hope began.
:: No Portal. It might be difficult to follow them ... ::
Two figures stood out again, went into the deliberate and unhurried the bridge and began their way to the feeding stations and transport sites. Rafaelle eyes narrowed and he stretched in an almost uncontrollable anticipation the body. He reached for the prism glass and held it to her eyes. Indeed! There were the two visitors. At present, the firing was in his muscles and tendons augenmerk violent and quietly gasped the Velaaner. Everything had been for ages past and yet it was still as fresh as if it had happened only yesterday.
:: Make no mistake now ... :: Reason here appeared to turn more than a trifle to be, he had to restrain himself to the rather absurdly large distance between itself and these ... these creatures do not get to walk behind him to ram the blade into the body of the two visitors.
you actually passed the curved colonnade leading to the landing stations for the small craft. Rafaelle lowered his helpers. "Air Do shlàinte," he whispered pleased and stood up. Tonight he wanted to be the hunter. He disappeared among the rocks and the darkness, the small waiting room was back in the night, as if He never had a visitor.
The night stretched over the black water between Hel and the northern mainland of the island. Rafaelle drove the rented short-range slider with the usual precision and the necessary security clearance. The leasing company was handed over to an anonymous visitor to the island of the vehicle, Marut had given him everything and let Rafaelle the final adjustment of the helper in the computer console. All had worked in a small factory, silent sequences matched each other without asking questions, and within less than two hours. More Rafaelle had not met the two women. Secretly he was summarily the smaller companion also referred to as a woman, after all, it did not matter whether man or woman. To him they were all the same.
Rafaelle cast a quick glance at the terminal, which was next to him in the passenger seat and he indicated the exact trajectory of the small shuttles. Determined as it seemed it pursued, since it had reached the mainland, the course of the Mahanad deeper into the island. Sensors registered the increased amount of carbon dioxide. The approaching forest, recorded here between the eastern sea and the desert border. :: Trees ... ::
Rafaelle view glided through the tinted windows to the front and left of the slider a bit further lower than even he, the river bed reached and followed the shuttle.
What did he here?
years he had trained to counter any emerging emotion to nip in the bud just such acts, the one considered to be enraptured by trade. "Thoire in aire," he swore softly and increased the speed to match the anticipated flying shuttles. The forest went up to something and have his Stock that concerned solid, breathable fabrics, increased somewhat. :: Everything flows,:: it said in the language of Velaa, nothing manifested itself in the long run and kept for eternity, unless the life in his homeland. :: Wood serves us as a heat ... the fire has chosen to be his companion ... ::
The glider fell from Rafaelle hand almost vertically down and held his height just above the River. Here was the security of T'uisge and gave him protection. Displeasure Rafaelle cursed and stared again at his terminal, the flashing point marked his ambition, flew over the forest - Rafaelle glider shot forward, reached over the flow of the first foothills of the dense forest.
"Come on," hissed Rafaelle and continued to watch the flight path, "disappear over the woods ..." His eyebrow twitched upward, because at that exact moment the ship swung to the south. The Mahanad forked at this point Rafaelle and the joystick clutched violently. Sometimes met even silent prayer, even if they no longer believed in them. Satisfied, he was almost trying to relax a little when he moments later also followed the flight path - and uttered the terminal next to him, the unmistakable signal a warning.
columns of numbers, formulas, chased each other on the right side of the display, Rafaelle quickly typed a few columns of numbers, waiting for the result. A strong concentration of energy and laser beams to scan it was displayed near the pursuing shuttles, Rafaelle mouth twisted into a sardonic grin. "A small shield ...". He clutched at his neck and took out a small silver chain he moved quickly over her head and hair. At the end of which dangled an elongated trailer, inconspicuous with small ornaments adorned Velaa. Rafaelle pressed his thumb on the circular depression of the flat plates and the trailer to work out. "A shame," he murmured, and coupled to a mathematician at the console of the terminal. "Show your calculation skills -. And blocked me on this grid". To enter illegally locked area "seconds later it beeped quietly switched the ads on red, the endemic sensors of the slide show is now also on the alert,
" Mach already, " whispered Rafaelle now urgent and slowed his pace a bit, the flashing point to lose even the computer out of sight. "Today is a day to play ambassadors ..." The small ads of the mathematician immediately jumped on blue, Rafaelle smiled, took it gently from the console and placed it on the controllers of the slider. "Make me."
The Shide computer attached to the computer leads one of the slider, made his calculations and numbers on the performance of the pilot skip and provided the outer skin and composition with the same mathematical structure as that of the block in front of him - the shuttle with the the two women in that moment flew through without difficulty.
"Pantha rei," whispered Rafaelle to him and the triumphant smile was almost not wipe off his face. One or two less of this species was not a great result - but it would be a personal satisfaction to be able to cut them by hand the throat.
The shield was racing slipped on his glider and Rafaelle hand into his coat pocket for his knife to take effect. He had never used more than its little helpers ...
His fingers palpated not only the knife, there was also a small, crumpled together test of paper. Rafaelle It registered only when it was next to the knife on the terminal.
:: It's never good to play off everything. Wherever you move the place where you live is need. It is in your discretion to disclose everything - or get you further protect so that it remains anonymous, what you are ...::
Rafaelle glance slid over the piece of paper that must have been at some point a folded rose.
:: Never give anything cheap! A whole world, your world is behind it ... ::
! "SHIT"
howled in protest, the drives of the slider, as Rafaelle radically activated the reverse thrust, the gravity of the stabilizers screaming in his ears as the little slider jolting burst into a right turn. The rear of the slider swerved uncontrollably from the moment when the outer shell hit on the front grid of the protective shield. Rafaelle uttered a curse, a brief glance at the helper on the front page, the peaceful exuded his blue lights. Then he was back under control so far that he flew the bend in a wide arc to end the slide back and headed to the nearby river bed. He hit the gas and raced back across the black water the way he had come.
His heart was pounding painfully in his mind raced a thousand of reproaches and curses to the realization have committed a great error to. When he reached the open sea, he tore the helper of the consoles, and stowed it back in his coat pocket. The sea chase as a dark backdrop to hang out in it, the glider was flying dangerously close to the uneven surface, but that was at that moment Rafaelle care less. Hel ashamed slid way past him, then Cephyr, finally wrapped it the bright sky of stars, - and he still did not diminish the pace. He was badly burned his back and the pent air of the capsule pilot him tied together almost the throat.
What he had done? This places people would say he had lowered his pants at half mast. He smiled bitterly. Half-mast here would not help very much. Now he just had to wait. As with the first had only happen - just lose control.
Somewhere in mid-ocean glider finally came to a halt. Rafaelle hand tired after the terminal was a few codes and sent a signal to Malik. Then he buried his face in his trembling hands. He could no longer hold back his memories.
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