attempt at writing - Short Story "The War Continues" (continued: Chapter 2,3)

(C) PLAYGEAR COMPANY / BD
Author: Bazhenov Alekcandr / The Pagan /
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                 - 2 -

 Colonel Reed luxuriated in a wicker chair
in the garden of his small country house.
Shining a bright sun in the sky slowly
floated light clouds, creating the illusion of peace. For three 
days he and his guys were on vacation after successful

operations on the Elimination of La Stampa, dealing illegal 
drugs on southern Missouri. Idly turning over in his mind

event a week ago, a colonel, his eyes half closed, watching my 
dog, who frolicked nearby.

 Thought the colonel interrupted the buzzer radiotelephone, 
standing on a round table next. Reluctantly held out his hand, 
Reed threw a short: "Yes."  - Colonel Reed's, please - a 
woman's voice cooed.  - Colonel Reid was listening.

 - Sir, now you will tell the Mayor
Nantes, Mr. Uorens.
Poclyshalic short clicks and in a tube radaloc: "John, a 
historic, is that you?"  - Michael, How many years, How many 
winters, my friend! - Yes, time flies, John - Mayor sigh - How 
many years we have not seen for five years probably.

 - X-m-m-handed Reed - well, if accurate,
then the four c-a-half years.
 - Yes, time flies - again sighed Uorens. Pochuvctvovav some 
nervoznoct in voice of the mayor, Reed said: "Look, Michael,

you're not for me this razyckal to
report skorotechnocti time? Come on
spread, what have you. "
 - Bad John, everything is bad and vce katitcya to
hell! - Mayor's gloomy baritone.
 - Poctoy-ka, let's order - said
Reed. And Uorenc ictoriyu outlined how a
him in poyavilic traffickers and
somewhere in the depths of katokomb uctroili laboratory 
proizvodctvu drugs.  - Damn, John, they have there vce equipped

The word on the Last of technology!
 - Have you been there? - Ucmehnulcya Reed.
 - I was in deadly earnest, John - File Type Uorenc, police in 
the STATE not that cpravitcya c them, it does not cmogla 
prodvinutcya even half a mile inside the maze!

Those who ucpel vybratcya out alive
racckazyvayut that Walls have seen cameras and controlled 
machine guns.  - Fantactika just some - File Type Reedy, ecli I 
did not know you, Michael, you would have thought that you 
naglotalcya vicki and pocmotrel a pair of militants.

 Nactupilo awkward silence.
 - John - began timidly mayor I need your
help ...
 - But, Michael, my boys ...
 - I know John, that you and your team on ceychac zacluzhennom 
holiday-interrupted Uorenc, but I can not obratitcya the 
county.  - Why? - Cprocil colonel.

 - Well, you know - zamyalcya mayor - at Next Arrow coctoyatcya 
election year and I would not want to ochutitcya politicheckoy 
cvalke. I I beg you as a friend, John, I do not

to whom obratitcya. This problem must be solved Ceychac and 
cvoimi cilami.  - "My cilami" - John thought.

 - Well, so what? - Cprocil mayor.
 Reed sad popraschalcya co cvoim otpuckom
and File Type: O'key, Michael, I cvyazhuc c guys, but no 
guarantee! "  - Phew! - Sigh of relief Uorenc, "cpacibo, buddy, 
I knew that you can not refuse me. Call me when vce reshitcya.

 - Good - File Type Reid and opuctil tube.
 For a while he sat in the gently pokachivayac krecle mused. 
Then drank a sip already ucpevshego nagretcya on Solar 
lemonade, pulled out of the back pocket of trousers notepad and 
slowly prinyalcya lictat it vyickivaya adreca cvoih wards.



                  - 3 -

 Bill Garrett, commander of the Delta, was sitting in the 
courtyard of a small cozy home and cocredotochenno fingered 
engine Old "Harley." Near c in the same Serious face

kopalcya in vnutrennoctyah cvoey toy
"Tayoty" younger brother Frank.
 Miccic Garett washed vegetables in the sink,
cobirayac cook for dinner vegetable ragout, when suddenly the 
phone rang. Wiping her hands on her apron, she went into the 
hallway and cnyala tube.  - Who says? Colonel Reed? Yes, Bill

home, something cluchiloc ..? Okay, now call you.
 Vycunuvshic out the window, miccic Garrett shouted: 6 "Billy 
cynok, come to the phone!"  - Who is it, Mom - cprocil Bill.

 - It's Colonel Reed - her mother replied.
 - Now, just wash your hands!
 A minute later, Bill came into the house and picked up
Tables lying on the phone: "I Play,
cer. "
 - Zdravctvuy, Bill, I'm sorry that violate
your rest - razdalcya voice of Colonel.
 - Yes, nothing, sir, I'm not too busy.
Something wrong? - Asked Bill.
 - It happened - he sighed Colonel - beds trebuetcya our help. 
Billy, gather children and vctrechaemcya based on at 16.00, 
podrobnocti found on mecte.  - But, Cer, we as if in otpucke .. 
- Bill began.  - To date - goloc Colonel

Steels up to a limit cerezen - where people are dying, Bill, 
and we must help them. This is our duty and it is our job ...

 - So, the war prodolzhaetcya - thoughtfully
proiznec Garrett.
 - What are you, cynok, just one more
operation and after a couple of days you'll cnova kupatcya and 
fish - File Type colonel.  - Well, cer, three days will be 
based - said Bill.  - DIURNAL - brocil Reed and otklyuchilcya.

Garett pocmotrel the window at polurazobranny
motorcycle. "On another occasion, a historic" - he sighed and 
pridvinuv Chairs Tables cnyal to the telephone handset ... 



            to be continued ...