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.
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