by Chris Red
He took a moment of respite, turned to Alfonso and Pablo: "Well, you the guys, you go to have to antagonize a type from our home who knows things that he should not know. I find that ugly, but that does not seem to disturb him in the other species of Mussolini. Here we are, his name is Umberto Regazzi, he is a member of the faction of Earth. And, especially the guys! Please show subtlety. Make me cross that the most tragic of the accidents, do whatever you want, but that devil, the subtlety. Is it very clear, soldiers?" He says in miming general Ribardielli.
And all laughed together, thinking again about this junk general, taking himself far too seriously, according to them. In the contrary of
What he imagined, Ribardielli was far from making the unanimity among his men.
On the other hand, Jérémy, said the Frenchman, had no heart to laugh. His mission had ended in a beautiful fiasco. "Here I am in a mess ... " The cell which retained him as prisoner was very narrow and very dirty. Furthermore, his faculties were blocked. He reached nothing. He had repeatedly tried to communicate with Temba, but unsuccessfully. A weak contacthas been established, but it turned out to be lived as a parasite. Temba had to hear him,to call him, nothing more. Without news from him, they would worry, but they had no way to bring him out from there. He will rot here for years, if they did not decide to execute him in the meantime. Jérémy was resigned ... Hewas locked and his only activity consisted in recovering the movie of its infiltration until this somber outcome. He could think again about nothing else. If he could go back ... He would not have come jump into the lion's den ... He would have let Ayame move forward at its pace, certainly slow and little effective, but without risks ... He would not have asked Ayame to borrow in soft a uniform to his lover ...
Ayame was brought in the headquarters one evening, herald of good news. She had spirited away a uniform and reproduces as before her badge. All that it remained to make, it was to replace the photography appearing on the military document. Ah yes, and get of course ... This task returned to Jérémy. When it was a question of spinning somebody, either of hiding in a corner of spying, of watching, as a matter of fact when the discretion was that necessary , it was to Jérémy that Temba turned(shot). Jérémy was a real chameleon, he took any appearance, he knew how to speak as a carter as well that as somebody stemming from the high society. He could make a way and be embedded wherever. This kind(genre) of mission frightened him(it) not at all, and nobody seemed more arranged than him to assume(accept) this role. It was as well that he(it) found itself fast decked out by this militiaman's suit(costume). He(It) took care during a day to train supervised by Temba to behave as one of theirs. He was ready and could not make of error. And moreover, he(it) committed none. The operation required
However a certain risk-taking. A militiaman who was not there really one could be very quickly spotted if he did not act spontaneously.
Information which had obtained Ayame, the patrols always operated by four and were always consisted of a militiaman of every faction. On the other hand, the patrols were not always the same. Ribardielli had seen fit to establish a certain rotation. He looked unfavorably that the servicemen knot too solid affinities between them, that they take certain habits. He tried to maintain so much distance as he could between them. This attempt had seemed at first vain in the eyes of Stambouli when his general submitted him this idea; however, the continuation agreed with Ribardielli. However, it offered an opening to Phoenix to get. Jérémy stole Umberto Regazzi's identity while Carlos and Dario removed the latter thanks to the Ayame's precious help. He saw itself so imprisoned within a small French restaurant of the western district. He had no family to Stambouli, no close friends. Nobody would care about his case. The target had been chosen with big care by eccentric Ayame. She was lashed, she was not not less terribly intelligent there. And few men were capable of resisting him. If she set her heart on a male being, he did not have no chance to escape him. He would finish indefatigably between his thighs. Umberto Regazzi had signed his death sentence when his eyes had settled on her. Finally his death sentence. Almost. Jérémy, by taking its place, had saved his. After all, it was better to be lashed and to held by Phoenix than to be in the hands of Allegro and in the hands of his men. Regrettably, the Frenchman had so sealed his fate.
Nevertheless, the plan seemed perfect and to work marvelously. He had gone in the early hours near the city. Several carriers came to look for the servicemen to take them to the appearances of extraction. So, their location remained confidential. Thus Jérémy went to the point of recovery before the sunrise, under Umberto's identity. The latter really had no friends within armed forces. Nobody paid him a particular attention. He waited in his corner.
They were several to wait, split in small groups. He observed them quietly. They did not have the very nasty air dance the fund. If we played chess, the governor would be king. They, they would be pawns, the first ones who would be sacrificed, and that is true without any remorse. They seemed a little bit naive. It reminded him the school. They were similar to small pupils at the level of their attitude. As if they waited for the school bus. Except that at the school, the bus comes on one side from the road, he does not arrive by landing. Which was the public case of the means of transportation of Stambouli. Yizrah had not been lucky to see them, it is necessary to say that they were rare. They were mainly kept at the disposal of the militia. The governor did not certainly want to offer to the population graceful one symbol of escape and freedom. When Jérémy lives the carrier appear over them, he was not able to refrain from dreaming. It was necessary to admit it, it was magic. The machine was impressive, it looked like an enormous cigar or a train flying according to the preferences. He was very stretched on his length, provided with portholes on his sides. What was the most stunning, it was its faculty to produce strictly no sound. Not the slightest noise. He settled on the ground as the sheet which falls of a tree. Jérémy liked letting think of other than nothing could impress him. He often had an attitude dulled in the face of rather disconcerting events. But, there, in this particular case, he admired this machine flying with child's eyes. It was necessary to recognize that it was magic. It was not a plane or a helicopter, motorized vehicles which emanated from polluting gases in the atmosphere besides producing a deafening noise. It had nothing to do. When we had to deal with this type of machines, we were in another dimension. No engine, no fuel, a stunning freedom of movement. They moved in the air with so much ease as a human body. To turn back, he turned on himself. He accelerated suddenly, braked so spontaneously. As if the device was endowed with a brain. Jérémy had been able to see it only from far away to there in the sky. When doors opened and when he put the foot inside, he felt a deep emotion to monopolize him. He knew that the man repeated his errors, it did not prevent him
to feel a dream and jubilation at the idea of being taken by this carrier. Furthermore, it was strange, but this device did not release materialism, it was as if he was alive.It was not him of course, Jérémy knew it.
The fact remains that inside each settled down on a seat. The decoration was less fantastic. Those who had designed the carrier had not certainly sprained themselves at the level of the internal appearance. It was about a vehicle for servicemen above all. It looked like quite simply a military bus. Rudimentary seats were on all the length, it was on each side the device. At the bottom, the passenger compartment of the driver was protected by a grey sliding door. When all the seats were busy, Jérémy heard a voice to announce in his head the close departure of the carrier, and indicated to remain completely motionless. And suddenly, bands of metal sprang off from the vehicle wall and attached all the present soldiers at the same moment. Jérémy found himself so lashed. And then, he felt the device begin gliding, as if it levitated. He saw through the porthole in front of him the landscape modifying. Then he felt the heavy eyes ... He suddenly wanted to sleep, he observed his companions of excursion, and he also seemed the same for them. And he collapsed in sleep. He woke up later. H
e could so not realise the duration of the journey. But when he took back consciousness, he arrived safe and sound. Everybody was untied. They went out. His first gesture when he left the device was to protect his face. Indeed, the brightness of the sun struck him quite hard. It was a long time that he was not able to enjoy the light and the solar heat. Stambouli was almost plunged in into darkness all year . Numerous buildings rising very high in the sky populated the city which was lined by mountains. So, the beams of the sun had difficulty in making a way there. He took advantage of it to review. They were actually at the foot of mountains, But on the other side. Having said that, he could not allow to make too much the tourist and quickly overrode of his day colleagues. These left the sort of heliport on which the carrier had landed to join the entrance of the site. In front of him, a long line of soldiers, and at the end of this one,
An impressive green wall. He measured approximately 4 meters high masking well what hid behind. And it was stuck in his its length by rocks. So, to cross this wall seemed to be the only way of access of the sector A. Moreover the name of the site was painted in capitals on its entire surface. It was impossible not to know where you were unless being blind as a bat. In the middle of this wall was placed a small entrance where the incomers were individually controlled. When it was its tour, he just presented his badge to the soldier in office. The latter seemed to receive the orders and the managements to be given to every soldier by telepathy. Umberto Regazzi was official in this beautiful day in the supervision of the under - ground mine of the perimeter. It was what was announced to him in the site entrance. He had to join his other patrol partners in front of the mine. He accepted the order in a sober way. A sliding door opened from the bottom up, indicating to him the exit. He entered, the door closed automatically behind him. From now on, he was in a teleporter. He heard a feminine voice to ask him in the head where he wished to go. He answered " In the under - ground mine of the perimeter ".The destination was confirmed to him by the same voice, before he suddenly feels as disappearing then reappear. In fact, his physical body had been dematerialized to show up in another place.
A sliding door opened in front of him. He had finally arrived at destination and had seen what there was of more unpredictable to see. What was going to follow would not transport him in stars, far from there. He studied neighborhood. In front of him was a gaping opening in the mountain. Two soldiers situated on each side by the entrance watched the latter. In front of this one, three soldiers seemed to wait. He was the last one to be missing. He did not delay joining them. They appeared some at the others. Boris Bender, soldier of the faction of Fire had been appointed as patrol leader by their superiors. He thus took the management of this small group and invited them to come down, in the meanders of hell. The outside panorama was magnificent. The ochre tint rocks of the chain foot cleared of greatness. You knew that you were at the foot of a Fantasy work
of the nature. Unfortunately, the man being tiny, often, does not see farther than the end of his nose nor higher than the head. He did not respect his environment and could not refrain from damaging it, while abusing at will of all what nature brought to him.
Jérémy had understood well where he was. Inside what looked like seen from the outside in a cave; searches and excavations of orgone took place there every day which passes. Men keep guarding every cave of this type all the time. At least, they took turns. And patrols turned inside to watch that the work was done well. The patrol led by calling Bender to supply the patrol that was in position. But Umberto Regazzi was not really there to patrol, it was especially a question for him of inspecting. The crack entrance was rather narrow, rails had been arranged on sides for possibility of cling. As they came down slowly, Jérémy felt a negative atmosphere, a sensation of death, violence. He knew that he was not going to like what he is going to see. And especially that he couldn’t do anything about it. He was a simple spectator there. The descent had in itself nothing extraordinary, the tunnel had been fitted out well so as to facilitate the comings and goings of the soldiers. After a while, walking cut in the clay appeared. They approached the terminus. Jérémy cross from time to time the hand against the wall, the rock crumbled off easily. He doubted that the idea to venture into these places is bright. But it does not matter, in the evening, he would return to the fold with precious information on the lugubrious activities of the governor and his men. The day began hardly that he already remembered of the fact that it ends ... And what he saw when his patrol uncorked in a room under - gigantic ground confirmed this feeling to him. In the middle of the room, an ore of blue color illuminated the cave, but on all his its circumference, men attached with chains worked with pickaxes and shovels to extract the orgone from the ground ... It was a horrifying vision. Their doubts confirmed. They had just seen it. The governor had put back the fashionable slavery. Armed patrols oversaw
Work. Here is of what consisted his supervision mission. However, he had to stay calm and not show his dismay. Moreover What startled him the most was not the vision of these reduced men on the condition of slaves, it was especially the fact to see these militiamen watching them and reprimanding them possibly without any scruple. They seemed to experience no remorse, they acted obviously as if it was normal. While from his part, it was an infernal test to attend this dirty show without being able to say a word.
Nevertheless, he observed the progress of the operations. The slaves dug up the invaluable ore and filled a tub, situated on the other side of the field. Bender had indicated to the patrol in office that the succession had finally arrived. This is the way Bender ordered each of his men to prepare around the site of extraction in a equidistant way. So, Jérémy could observe the scene without awakening the slightest suspicion. The soldiers were not equipped with weapons, they did not need it. Their strength of persuasion lay in the capacities which they mastered, and which the men subjected to the task had not made open. Nevertheless, they had the same potential as their torturers. So, to watch the slaves did not require an enormous deployment of strengths. Jérémy understood fast the set up system Rudimentary, plodding for the workers, but effective. On the other side of the site of extraction, in front of the opening, was a hole in the rock, a tunnel to tell the truth. When a tub was filled it was managed in its entrance and was as sucked up. Then they attacked another tub .Jérémy had been placed by Bender back at the exit, and thus in front of tunnel. Unfortunately, if he too had developed the outstanding faculties, eyes would not grow in his back . He chooses thus very badly his moment to contact Temba and inform him about the situation. At this moment, a faction came down to watch that everything goes well. Indeed, Ribardielli preferred to limit the slightest risks. A slaves rebellion, a riot or even a reversal of militiamen's jacket was not to exclude. It was necessary to plan everything, so we could control everything. It was better to prevent than to cure. So, he did not consider that the motionless patrols of supervision
Are sufficient to assure the good order of the operations, he had also taken care of setting up mobile patrols which navigated ceaselessly according to a well-defined circuit.
Jesus Gutierrez had been appointed to manage the mobile patrol in function on the sector A. He worked at the head of his group when he made a sign to stop his step. He was in about ten meters behind Jérémy at this moment. He turned around and indicated to them a brief wave of the hand to motionless remain. From his part, he groped along. A depraved smile enameled the face. Finally something unpublished said himself. He discouraged that these patrols and these missions of supervision are really useful.
" Hey you there! Who is this Temba with whom you communicate? " He launched in the direction of the Frenchman.
The latter turned around. He was bewildered. His cover has revealed . He had read in his thoughts. He had seen nothing coming. What should be done? His enemy stared at him with ferocity. His patrol partners had returned in his direction. It seems they still not understanding that their fourth element does not belong to them. The
men of Gutierrez got closer slowly to support their leader. This one fixed Jérémy with big intensity who remained totally dumb. Then the moment came to take action. He had no choice. He had read in his thoughts, to lie would be useless. To have a chance to go out from here alive, it was necessary to take the initiative. Bender and his other two soldiers were taken away enough. It was necessary to cross in force in front of four men. The good side, it is because the ground was for its advantage. Neither one, nor two, he stopped thinking and threw himself towards Gutierrez. This one did not expect so much boldness from him. He was open-mouthed facing this attempt of the despair. He felt the ground trembling under his feet then flew away in the air to crash in the ceiling. Jérémy had made a column grow under its body. While he fell again heavily on the ground, Jérémy had overtaken him. Three men remained interposed between him and the exit. One of the two, instinctively, moved back some steps and took place set back from his colleagues, he was dressed in a green uniform, the same as Jérémy. First of all, he would thus have to deal with a militiaman of the fire, dressed in red, and in other one of the air, dressed in yellow. Front
That these two last ones have time to act, he flattens the hands in the direction of the ground and took stones before these follow the movement of these hands and are thrown in the direction of his two enemies who did not have time to unsheathe. He accelerated, and passed between both militiamen, but did not have time to prepare his attack. Jérémy was quite struck hard with the face. He was thrown behind. He collapsed violently on the ground, the face in blood. When he got up, he was in a cell. He had failed by reliable excess. Fists against the wall of his modest room struck. He was afraid that his arrest leads them straight towards Temba, Ayame, Carlos, Dario ... Having said that, he had bound his fate to Umberto Regazzi, an absurd detail for him, but which was nevertheless going to make the difference ...