Vest - An action-packed drama from the life of a metalhead.

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                           Vest
                An action-packed drama from the life of a metalhead


    As already mentioned in the first part - troubles do not go away
one at a time, they go in schools. And here’s another confirmation
this. Today, February 1, 1998, the day started relatively successfully -
Lemonade seems to have come to his senses, or rather to his broken one
computer, Smoke Lee began to study "DIGITAL STUDIO" with all his might, and Lo..,
that is, Digger had a day off and, as a result, good
mood. Nothing foreshadowed a storm, but, meanwhile, the clouds were already
thickened over the head of the Digger and his unsuspecting
friends.
    The prehistory of this garbage is as follows - when there were still a trio of hackers and
Smoke, who sympathized with them, hacked, cleaned and robbed the network
well-known educational institution in Vitebsk under the code name
"VSIT", then they ran into a collection of computerviruses. Naturally, work began to neutralize them and
breaking out cool phrases. Among all the fun things there was
ballad "Used Condoms". Without thinking twice, Digger her
I wrote it down in my notebook, with the intention of inserting it a little later.
a funny little text in some home-made indestructible
virus.
    And so, many years later, the notebook was scanned by the intelligence services
bloc of NATO, which for 3 years have been looking for those people who
neutralized the activities of their technical intelligence department.
These people turned out to be Lemonade, Digger and Smoke.The Destroyer
temporarily retreated into the shadows - in a distant provincial town he
helped the president of one banana..., ugh, potato republic
fight crime.
    The liquidation of the three “suckers” was scheduled for February 1
1998.
    On this day they sat at Digger's and played until
squaring into the "Square Heads" toy, the only
the advantage of which was a built-in performance test and
configurations. And so, when Smoke, as the most receptive to
hypnosis, my vision began to go blurry, a sharp telephone call rang out
call. Digger got up from his chair and went to pick up the phone. Through
3.4234 seconds after that, a hole appeared in the seat of his chair.
with smoking edges - the elimination of hackers began with
him. But Digger’s ass was already far away - he was drivingtelephone
conversation with the girl he loves, whom he already
tired. The liquidation agents didn’t know this - they shot at
infrared mark of the target.
    - Ok...I'm crossing it off the list. - said liquidator 003.
    - Let's continue the operation.  - was heard from his chest
pocket
    When Lemonade was holding a new model of the HACKERS processor in his hand
SPECTRUM PRO 3003 MMX", it seemed to him that
a stream of high-power gamma radiation. Actually, that’s what happened, but
It wasn’t Lemonade that suffered, it was all drunk, ugh, saturated with radiation
Chernobyl, and the unfortunate microcircuit burned out. Therefore, when
Digger, who had arranged a meeting, returned and shoved her into his
computer, the words flashed on the screen: “NO CPU! SYSTEM HALTED.READ
INSTRUCTION,PLEASE" and the ejection system was activated
faulty processor. The parachute did not open and was heated to 50
degrees Celsius a drop of plastic fell on Smoke's thumb
left leg. He bent down to shake it off and at that moment was
the third shot was fired by the liquidators, from which his back
The chair burned down and the chair turned into a stool.
    - Yes!  - liquidators 004 and
005.
    - The liquidation is complete, destroy the evidence.   - ordered
coordinator of the operation for the "janitor" agent.
    - I understand, I’m doing it. - came the answer. But the "janitor" lied -
he couldn't at the momentcarry out the order, because now
I spent the second hour waiting unsuccessfully for a trolleybus at a stop.
    At this time, a sharp showdown was taking place in Digger’s apartment:
Digger's girl, coming to visit, saw Smoke's square eyes, and
shouting: “Damned drunks!”  hit the poor guy in the face with a frying pan
crown. Hiding behind Smoke, Lemonade, who fell in an unequal battle
retreated, sadly thinking about the fact that he would have to drag this carcass to
the house itself. Digger deftly dodging blows
frying pan-boomerang, ran along the walls. Seeing that he stayed
alone, Digger climbed up to the ceiling and wrapped his arms around
chandelier, hopelessly quiet - he knew that he had to prove anything
It’s useless, because they won’t listen to him anyway. “That’s all...”
he thought, seeing the girl install an ultra-compact
a mine disguised as a cassette into his tape recorder. And she, with
looking with pity at the inaccessible Digger, she said:
    - And I’ll take this notebook as a souvenir. Ciao, baby...
And, taking the notepad, she calmly left. Digger, hanging on the chandelier,
I thought: “Yes, now the tape will finish playing, Bulanova will finish singing and they will
scrape me off the walls..."
    He didn’t have time to figure out what would happen next, because he saw a black man,
coming out of the toilet and it is unknown how he got there. "Don't
understand?  Who is this? Ah-ah-ah, Smoke probably brought it, he’s always doing all sorts of things
carries crap in his pockets..." - such thoughtsflashed through my head
Digger. The “janitor” agent (and it was him) in turn
thought: “If it wasn’t the metro, it must be a sewer. Ugh, disgusting,
I'll have to ask the boss to increase the salary, otherwise it's dry cleaning
it’s expensive. So, where is the evidence? And what kind of miracle is this?
chandelier, probably a parrot mutated from Chernobyl."
    - Hello, bird! - the agent greeted.
    - Nice bulls. - the parrot answered in clear English.
    - Where are the secret materials?  - not really hoping for
answer, asked the agent.
    - Look in the tape recorder.  - he heard, and widened his eyes from
surprise.  But he was not surprised for long - he had to hurry, and
he had seen enough mutants, zombies and clones in his
life. Having taken the tape and shot the parrot, he again leaked into
sewer, with the intention of emerging from the sewers of New York and
report to the boss about the successful completion of the operation.
    Sighing with relief, Digger, spitting out the one stuck in the swells
bullet, and carefully went down to the floor.  In the evening, grunting and
rubbing bruises the size of a frying pan, he climbed in search of new
on the Internet, simultaneously downloading the latest news to the Destroyer. At 19:23
he came across a message from New York: "Today, at 7:25 p.m.
local time, a bomb planted by terrorists in
sewer pipe under the CIA headquarters.   Killed
no, a lot of people are splashed from toe to toeheads, one person
thrown to the 102nd floor of a skyscraper, to the Microsoft office, where
he caused irreparable losses by destroying the only sample
processor "INTEL Pentium 300 MMX". Responsibility for the terrorist attack is not
not a single terrorist organization has taken over.
investigation."

                                     (c) Phantom Digger, 1998