Raise your hands! Ordered the senior voice cracking. The muzzle of his machine for a moment, moved up by pointing to follow the hands of Hilt. One of the officers approached slowly, clinking handcuffs. Hilt suddenly seized with a passionate desire to teach the insolent.
Very well! Coolly he said, jumping to Motorcycles. Police did not have time to blink as Motorcycles, after breaking shop-window glass, made his rider on the highway and raced toward
resort town. Following came the indiscriminate machine gun shooting.
Post number one! Trembling with rage, shouted into the microphone transmitter senior police officer! To immediately apprehend the offender with the license plate E one hundred and one!
Hilt was flying down the highway, listening senior team, what boldly replied: Ha-ha, youre a big joker, a citizen of the head! However the hell, Im sick of you! He turned the radio off.
Not slowing down, his Motorcycles raced to the number one position. Even from a distance of Hilt keen eye discerned police set a trap. Two of its disk opposite to each other, red poppies stood out against the green overgrown fields. Hilt knew that a strong field of defense, arising between the discs, able to block the path train. Objects stuck therein, as in the test, and no power is able to snatch them. The number one position in front of a police officer standing in the stowed black jumpsuit with a raised stop sign. Motorcycles Hilt raced straight to the sentry. The distance separating Hilt and police, declined at an incredible pace. With every second of this duel took on dangerous. One stood motionless, it seemed that his life he deeply spit, the other rushed to the limit of squeezing speed. When the distance was reduced by an amount not bode well for the police and for the rider closer to the world otherworldly, Motorcycles suddenly stood up on the back wheel came off the highway and soared into the air, showering the superheated steam head sentry. The number one position remained far below, drifting along with the small trees on the side of the highway farther and farther back. Out of the blue haze in front of white toy houses grew resort town. Far away, in the direction of the town, seemed to flock black dots. Point increased, in front of purchasing extended final shape of giant birds. Hilt, sensing trouble, changed the direction of flight, having turned away in the direction of the bay. Over the sea his whole swarm of police officers surrounded the on ant gravitational motorcycles. One of the riders was shouting into a megaphone: You are surrounded! Give it up!
Ha-ha-ha! Hilt laughed, pressing personal protective equipment. Moment and the pursuers were silent motors. With wild cries they all hail fell into the bay.
Good-bye, gentlemen! Called after them Hilt, directing car to the highway. None of the post no longer stopped him. It is strange, thought Hilt. And, just rolling in the hotel garage Goldfish your motorcycles, he pointed to the room where the gaping black scratch, separated the E on the number of one hundred and one black feature. The result was a new issue of E fraction of one hundred and one. Hotel Hilt did not rest. Hastily, leaving his Motorcycles, he got a taxi to the rental of tourist aircraft.
Chapter 2
You want, Lord, take a plane? Asked the owner of Hilt, a fat, red face big man.
No, I want to inquire about one person.
Yes, but in front of my eyes every day a lot of passes, evasively replied the man! And with whom I have the honor to speak?
Hilt my name.
I have your name does not say anything.
I think you love good beer! Hilt and said, reaching into his pocket for money.
Giving the owner two green notes, added: There will be enough on the barrel.
O! Plump, smiling, boss! My name is Griffes, and held out his hand. Hilt felt in my hand greasy hot hand.
You seem to be interested in someone.
Yes, Griffes, I need some sort of Raul (the name of Azo), it the owner of a site like yours.
A thousand devils. Swearing Griffes! He has never known such. How many can remember, I had one on the coast of the item.
And do not you know, by chance, his colleagues at other resorts? Hoping asked Hilt.
No, I have nothing to say. Hilt had lost hope to find a friend, but suddenly remembered the stork. Above the entrance to the office to sign the item image of an owl caught the attention of Hilt.
Wait, cannot remember which of your colleagues has a brand name with a picture of a stork?
Of course, but, you know, because of poor memory recall is very difficult. Hilt has given another green bill. When she disappeared into the thick paw Griffes and beatific smile lit up the face of slits formed by the thick-lipped mouth came a voice: That, Sir, about a hundred kilometers from here will be.
So, what the hell, why we procrastinate, immediately get me there!
Sir, I do not have free cars! Shrugged Griffes.
And for whom? Hilt have to stand on the sidelines sporting two-seater.
This waits for his master.
Griffes words were enough to spur Hilt. Combustible look, he rushed to the plane. Griffes blocked the road. Enraged at Hilt, barely restraining himself from anger, on ant gravitational motorcycles strained through his teeth: How much do you want?
The owner called the sum. Hilt gave twice as much. Griffes himself sat at the helm. The plane, gingerly, hung in the air, leaving a before starting construction. Soon the city is left behind. Hence,
from a height, the blue veil stretched the sea, and on the left coast line stretched to the horizon endless belt. The plane was flying, sand sticking to tape the surf, in the North-West.
After about an hour of flight turned toward the coast. Below stretched the endless prairie, with here and there the interlaced brushwood. Then came the flat squares of fields high plateau, we get down to the very rainforest. Finally at the bottom of the band seemed hard-packed. By standing
there is a light airplane hangar so lonely with a glass booth one could guess about the existence of a small airfield.
Here, Sir! Trying to shout over the noise motor Griffes said loudly! The one your stork. Plane in a rapid peak of losing altitude. With the excitement of Hilt looking forward to seeing.
Machine, taxied to the hangar, stop. Hilt got out of the car, stepped on the wing, then jumped to the ground, but alas, nearby there was no one. Hilt looked around and saw just now in wide gate
Hangar man leaning against the jamb of the opening. Hilt quickly approached him.
Good day! He said hello to a stranger. He reluctantly replied slowly and deliberately continued to inspect the guest.
Can you tell me who owns the site?
Who you are and why you needed the owner? Squint evil
black eyes stared up Hilt is not very friendly expression. Unexpected question alerted lieutenant seemed suspicious and what clothes a foreigner he had seen somewhere. He was wearing a black shirt with a wide collar, opens hairy chest and gold medallion dangling on a massive gold chain. Swarthy, sunburned face, black mustache, straight nose and, like smoldering embers, his eyes did a beautiful face and jet-black hair gave him a nice background. The man was dressed in a blue sport coat trousers. A moments silence seemed like an eternity.