Because they were physically gifted, genuine ebony gods, they received a proposal to be included in the farm of "fertility". In The "Anthill", which was high in the Andes, settlements, arranged in tiers of the central administrative building, were called "farms". The one of reproduction had a special status. There were selected men and women with excellent physical data, but the mere fertilization was in vitro for the most precise selection of the gene fund. That’s the way it was announced.
However, Hyulal did not wish to participate in "Reproduction". This farm was only joined by his brother Illal. The other areas were "Sterile family", "Education and upbringing", "Communications", "Service" and "Administration". They attached Hyulal to the "Service" and he became a supplier. Every day he went to the shopping market in La Paz to get the necessary food for the huge kitchen, where dozens of chefs preparing food for the farms. In every village there was a dining room, where they delivered the prepared meals for the day. The kitchen was located within the block "Service". Trucks that made deliveries were parked outside "the Anthill." The commandant Fritz Muller hired drivers and loaders from the local Indian population living in nearby villages. They worked under the supervision of Hyulal, but knew nothing about their project. He was instructed to say nothing. He was not watched, because the psychologists who governed this "reality" experiment were sure that he would not jeopardize his relationship with his brother under any circumstances. Both twins were inseparable.
Illal fell in love to insanity in one of the "queens - mothers" and although it was not desirable and physical intimacy was even banned, the twin brother became too close with his beloved and thought of going to the end and after they fulfill their obligations under the contract, he wanted to marry her .
The supplier Hyulal made friends with many retailers and food producers in the highest capital of the world - La Paz. He was never out of work. He was involved in the delivering the food and got to know the farms and the participants allocated around.
Fritz Mueller, the chief commandant gradually trusted him completely and gave him complete freedom of movement. He knew how exact, accurate and discreet the black boy was. Hyulal had never been to school. When they hired him by entrance tests they found that he could not read and he could only write poorly in Arabic, so the assessment was: "Suitable for supplier with access to the outside world."
Deputy Commandants were four women, but they were rather putting in the incoming information than be responsible for something.
When last month they dismissed all employees who were hired on a labor contract, with the exception of three doctors commandant Fritz Hyulal called and asked him:
- Hyulal, I'm going on a mission in the jungle, the Deputy Commandants are instructed what to do in my absence, but I count on you to ensure the supplies as usual, and have problems.
- Okay – the supplier said only that.
They spoke in Arabic.
- And please, insist that the housekeeper in "Service" pay attention to the food labels, especially to the duration of the products, because you do not know how to read, and she is a bit sloppy.
Hyulal nodded. For four years the haughty German did not understand that he not only knows English but he reads in English and here in Bolivia he learned Spanish and he could also read in that language.
He learned spoken English in Syria. There, in the camp he made friends with a Syrian who spoke the world language. And the reason to master how to write English words was that Al Jazeera TV was broadcasted only in English. Then his brother Illal had started for Turkey, where he wanted to meet a friend. He had found her on the Internet. Hyulal was left alone in the training camp. Imperceptibly, somehow from the inscriptions in subtitles on TV, on the signs, then he found some books and gradually learned to read. But his twin brother did not understand other languages. He would want to grow envy in Illal’s heart. So he didn’t even hint that he was significantly advanced as compared to him. The same hypocrisy he showed in "Anthill." His brother again fell in love with a woman and had no eyes to others.
And Hyulal could see all the secret codes of Fritz and now he knew where they kept the secret documents in the central administrative building where the commandant often drank tea with his main deputy commandant Hass. These women were not involved in the project as them neither were they employed on a contract. They were in the team from the German company, under the management of Fritz.
Hyulal secretly read a lot of documents, he knew when the deadline period was as well as the intention that Fritz would pay only eighty dollars to each participant when the project ends. This meant that everyone would begin to call relatives and friends to send them money and slow down. Such was the reason for the call of the mysterious Nigel Eisenstein - to take permission to leave - and walked on this sacred date with no money received. He left Illal in the “Anthill”. They were divided so far always because of the amorous Illal, but for shorter periods. Now it was Hyulal who left. Because he overheard the conversation between Fritz with his brother in a side alley of farm "Reproduction". They spoke in Amharic, which was surprising because until now he thought that the commandant only talked to him in Arabic. With all the others Fritz Muller spoke mainly in English and a little German with Hans Tsyoler, or as he was called here "The slob." On the phone with the mysterious Nigel, he spoke primarily in English. He had overheard him several times. The Chief of "The Anthill" knew Amharic, which was the mother tongue of the twins! It looked like Fritz had the same mother tongue.
- Illal, you're my more important than my brother. I know that I can have complete confidence in you. The chiefs are pushing me to go into the jungle, and finally, after a month when the last day of your contract comes, I have to put chips to you secretly, all to follow you for half a year to know what you would do when you get the big money. You know the whims of the psychologists who conducted the experiment - Fritz spoke very clearly and understandably.
- Fritz, you know that my brother and I are mercenaries, it is not desirable to have tracking chips.
- Listen, you'll get a million, you will marry your girl, if you hold your brother for six months not to take anything dangerous. I want to leave you the injector. My deputy is aware that you will need to be present in the room when you are paid out the pocket eighty dollars. Nobody will feel the prick, the chip is very tiny. This widget will broadcast a special signal to connect to еthernet. There is no video or sound. And it was a stupid whim of the scientists, the psychologists!
- What do you offer me in return if I do the job? - His brother was bargaining.
- Well, we will leave your girl pregnant. You know, she had given birth twice, but the children have already been sent somewhere for adoption, so now your third child will be for you. Otherwise, the others "queen mothers" will abort before leaving "Anthill."
- Well, some are already in a very advanced fourth pregnancy!
- Agreements were signed, they know their duties! But your girl will be spared if very conscientiously, even to your own brother, you put a chip.
- Should I put one to myself?
- No, if your girlfriend and brother have, it will be clear to those All-Knowers, the psychologists where you are in the white world. Do we have an agreement?
- Well, so be it!
- If I am late, you’ll wait in Lima. The money I gave you is enough.
When Fritz left, Hyulal tried to placate his brother provoked him with allusions to the commandant, but he ignored him. He did not share. He had betrayed him.
So Hyulal left without calling, urgently and before it was necessary to become both enemies. The worst, according to him, in life was to become an enemy of his own brother.
He called AlBukri for assistance and he sent Dr.Musa Ziyad to bring him home from Bolivia. Look at how Musa had advanced after immigrating to France! He studied for a doctor. Hyulal dreamed to control a high science and work in a complex field of science. But he still remained the best in the military...
Chapter 18
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sp; Nigel Eisenstein sat back in his chair and squinted. He did so when he was pleased. Finally they had a breakthrough. They had tracked the man who had met Fritz in the hotel in Niamey. This man went back to Europe, particularly in Switzerland. They managed to install eavesdropping tracking program in the mobile. He turned out an official at one of the many Swiss banks, he had already spoken twice with the Chief Executive of the Corporation and today they managed to locate the position of "mediator" - Hong Kong. For Nigel who had been dealing nearly for four years with the profile of this man, only by voice intonation, it was beyond doubt that he is in the highest hotel in the world. The head of branch was already flying at that very moment to the Asian destination.
He rang his secretary:
- Did they bring any document for me form the analytical department?
- No, Mr. Eisenstein, but they called - they wanted a few more hours.
- OK - he was about to turn off his tablet because it did everything from here, he even used it as a phone when the secretary hastily asked him to comment on the insistence of some guy – Mr. Hyulal Saadi. - Where does this gentleman call from?
- He's here with me, he has managed to enter and he wants to be accepted.
- Really? - Nigel could not hide his surprise. – Did you ring the guards to ask them?
- I did not, shall I?
- No, let the gentleman come in.
…Why he defied of all rules of confidentiality and security … – he could not explain. In fact, he had been watching the life in the "Anthill" for dozens of hours during the last four years - standing over his laptop, watching videos with sound and Hyulal Saadi was present in many of them. He did not speak. It was in the video. Still he had to be checked by the security first before coming to him. But on a day like today he was obliged to believe that luck is on his side.
- Good day!
- A good one it should be! - He did not expect such courtesy by the supplier in "Anthill” - Very quickly you have arrive. Obviously you have been waited with ticket bought in advance.
The black man, the supplier of kitchen in "Anthill" smiled. Because they were listed by numbers, Nigel wondered how he remembered his name. Quite a lot of video materials with his presence he had analyzed in person, but his behavior was predictable and repetitive.
- My twin brother was there, cos’ his beloved woman is still there, but I had no reason to stay. I want an explanation why the contract is violated by you!
- Come, sit down - Nigel noted that the young black man was even more handsome. What is it about?
He got stunned by the question of Hyulal.
- Why do you give us some eighty dollars at parting? We haven’t signed a clause like that!
- You mean eight thousand dollars for pocket money until you get your fee by bank transfer.
The young guest was watching at him with the heavy look of his olive eyes and showed no surprise. Nigel realized with the brutal clarity that Fritz has done something behind his back, and "illiterate" Negro, a former mercenary, spoke English well and obviously read even better in case he knew the terms of the contract. On top of that he was pretty smart, and the conclusions his own analysts for him were quite different.
- You have a very bad security of the building – he was looking at the windows. - A building across the street - a good sniper will hit you with a single shot.
Hyulal moved his chair to Nigel’s because the host ignored the remark and stared at his tablet.
After he sat down beside him, his beautiful black hands with long fingers reached out, pressed a button on the table and there appeared a notebook. Nigel only now realized why the Negro sitting next to him made such an unusual impression. He had straight hair. And in "Anthill" the brothers were with their curly hair with normal Negro hairstyles. He stared at his head. He seemed to understand his thoughts, Hyulal said:
- The hairdressers opposite the road are great masters ... - but did not take his eyes off the footage that showed the squares of the individual cameras, filling the screen. - In my opinion these are fresh footage ...
Nigel cursed that the hidden table laptop there was no password set. He used it rarely and only when he wanted to monitor the cameras in "Anthill." Hyulal pointed with his finger guards in camouflage uniforms. While he was in the camp in Bolivia, there was no such people. At this point there came the secretary and she dropped the folder she was carrying. She had been working for many years for the gentleman, but had never seen anyone, even the chief of the spec department to sit next to him at this table.
-A report from analysts, is that what you bring? - He asked without looking at her.
- Yes - answered the woman who was now lifting the sheets from the floor.
- OK, put it on the table and call the spec chief on the phone, if he picks up, put me through immediately.
The stunned employee left.
- Just a moment - he gestured to his guest and called from his mobile. - Hello, the coordinator on duty - to report immediately to my office.
He hung up, looked at the handsome black man sitting next to him and said:
- Why did you bother to go on such a long trip to get me into this job, about some eighty dollars?
Hyulal did not want to explain in detail. He was studying the “Iron one”, as he often heard Fritz and "slob" to call the man, who was now sitting opposite him. He was silent when the room occupied by a huge table and two chairs called "the boss’s study" came a man with glasses. It was the duty coordinator of the department who looked over the remote, monitoring "Anthill." Under his arm he carried a laptop. He provided it obsequiously to Mr. Eisenstein.
- Here, as you have ordered – the closing process should be stopped and the deadline of the project – postponed. You can see in real time that life in "Anthill” runs in the established manner, without any predicaments and deviations.
The bespectacled guy looked up at the person sitting opposite Hyulal and got stunned. What a visitor had he invited here! But he did not recognize him. Nigel ignored him, and everyone was talking about layoffs after the project completion. He stared at the images sent by the cameras in the village, which was located thousands of miles from London, but saw nothing of concern.
- Call immediately the main coordinator, form a group and fly to Bolivia. Leave this laptop here with me – he looked up at his subordinate. - Come on, act! Tomorrow you should be in the “Anthill. “
Coordinator on duty had come to his senses and ran out of the room.
Hyulal interrupted:
- I do not see my brother on the cameras - but at the same time he was pointing at men in brown-green military uniforms.
Nigel Eisenstein also saw the men in military uniforms. In the block "Communications". From time to time there was some movement ... What exactly they were doing? It was not clear. But they were there without his permission.
- Most participants cannot be seen on the cameras.
- But in the farm of "queen mothers" there was no movement of people!
- You call farms the individual blocks and camp – the "Anthill", right?
- All call them this way - Hyulal was convinced that commandant had already been notified that the headquarters watch cameras live, for the military in special uniforms without identifying marks just disappeared from their sight. The guest pushed the notebook aside and turned to "the Iron one". They looked at each other. The uninvited visitor went on - I suggest we go for a walk, help me find a hotel room, cos’ I come straight from the airport, and then I'll return the favor with whatever I can.
- Where's your luggage?
- I have no luggage.
Hyulal rose sharply and slipped under the massive table. He began to crawl underneath and after a minute he came out. In his beautiful ebony palm there stood a "beetle-chip". Nigel Eisenstein grew pale. The Negro put his finger on his juicy, but not big lips: "Say no more!" And he crouched under the table again. Then came without the small device, apparently he had stuck it in its place again. He stood a
nd nodded to Nigel. Then he walked to the door. Mr. Eisenstein did not look like himself. He got up and followed the young black man.
From the corridor they came to the stairs and then through the back entrance of the building. They took a cab and went to Hyde Park. They were silent all the way. They sat on a bench. Hyulal took out his cellphone and rang AlBukri:
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