attempt at writing - Short Story "The War Continues"

 1997 PLAYGEAR COMPANY
Author: Alexander Bazhenov (The Pagan)
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            The war continues.
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         Let in the light of day coming years

         Sadness and pain will not last.

         And the wind of new changes

         Let vomit musty pages ...


                                 Author.


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                    I

 Maj. Randy chief of police
town of Nantes, in the morning was in a very nasty mood. 
Nervously pacing in a small, yet cozy office, he longingly 
gazing out the window, where it begins a new day, suffocating, 
he is personally not promising anything good. Glancing at his 
watch, Randy slumped in a chair and lit a cigarette,

began to view the paper lying on the
table. Glumly going through reports and the reports, the major 
thought: "Why the hell it happened here and it is with

me? . For two weeks he asked himself
this matter and found no answer. Painful grimace, the Major 
reached for the switch: - Lieutenant Brauns me. - Muttered

he said.
 A few minutes later there was a knock at
door and appeared Browns. Rend not looking up from his papers 
pointed to the chair: - Sit down, Brown. What do you think i can

say good, Lieutenant?
 Brown sat on a chair and stared at his chief ponimasche:
- Sir, - "he began, but then stopped short, catching
Major angry look.
- Sir, uh-uh ... I-I ...- Browns handed.
- Yes, you! - Exploded Major .- you, Browns,
what can you tell me consolation,
the devil take you! - quite hysterically yelled the Major. 
Jumping up from his chair, he again began to measure the steps 
in front of cabinet slight drop to attention lieutenant. - For 
two weeks we are fighting with these chertyvymi drugs. Know 
where the lab - Major jabbed his finger in the direction of 
maps of the city - and all bestolku, Browns! - There were two 
operations to eliminate the laboratory, and both were thwarted! 
A the outcome, Browns, the results of the most deplorable.

 Rend approached the table and leaned on him
hands:
- Ten dead, sir, ten! - Major spread his fingers. Wearily sat 
in a chair, He lit a cigarette and deep stretching,

asked the timid lieutenant:
- Here I am asking you, Browns, why
it happened and what you intend to take? You were appointed to 
lead this operation ... - Major leaned wearily, - listen, sir, 
I call every morning Mayor and asks the results, what would you

he report? Soon he comes to me
throat and will pull out without anesthesia mustache!
 Rend winced and held his hand over his whiskers,
as if they have already begun to pull out. Browns
finally swallowed the lump stuck in my throat:
- Mr. Major, situation
very hard!
- Really, - smiled dryly Rend.
- We combed the entire area near the catacombs
but nothing significant found
Look, sir, - Browns got up and went to
map.
- In the depths of the catacombs are three tunnels: one
here in the northeast and another in the north
and third in the south - goes straight into the bay. I
ordered to send a scout, sir;
five people in the first and second tunnels
and in the morning ... - Browns stopped.
- And in the morning - went for it Rend-all
were dead?
- Yes, sir, - squeezed Browns.
 Major thoughtfully for a moment silent, looking
straight ahead.
- What do you think take, Lieutenant? -
asked Rend.
- Sir, we have no right to take more risks
people. Here and not experienced eye can see
that are specialists ... Our people are not
have sufficient training, are needed
professionals.
- So Narkopol? - Asked Rend.
- Yes, sir, - nodded Browns - I know there
have a team of Delta, which has for years specialized in cases 
of this kind. I think we can handle this problem, and with much 
smaller losses.  Rend looked at the phone number:

- Well, Browns, go. I will call
Mayor.

TO BE CONTINUED ...