plot. Definitely smoke rises from a certain building. Academy? Around the thick bar - the structure, supplemented by platforms of gardens, transparent passages and thick cables of communication systems, the machines of the Force of Planetary Self-Defense wind. You can consider the police in the form of overlapping access to other spiers. Crowds of onlookers surrounded the academic corps. Here is one of the machines released a long series of missiles in the structure. The wall was stained with a series of explosions. Do not fear the collapse of the Spire? And what if under the mass of debris the Spire starts falling down, in the Slums of the city - the hive? There, in the accumulation of smog, to the foot of the other Spiers, near the earth, merging into a single complex and descending into the thickness of the crust of the planet?

Meanwhile, in transparent passages, the gateways leading to other Spiers were plugged. In some places, people drummed in their own house drummed in them. The main highway - the street was not isolated. Large gateways - the doors were installed only on the most important areas of the city, leading to factory production and to the mansion of the Planetary Head. Probably cut off and military facilities, in case of emergency. The usual street was blocked by wheel transport. Bagged police unloaded from the vehicles. Somewhere, right on the avenue, a heavy infantryman of SPO forces was lowered — a pitiful resemblance of a space desantinth. A cumbersome monster that is driven by a promethean engine. Goliath heavily flooded to the specified point, moving from side to side with a paired machine gun. Primitive thing ... But given the caliber and the absence of heavily armored targets - dangerous. Surely a pair of missiles in such a "tank" is available. And maybe a promethean flamethrower. Interestingly, is it controlled by an operator, or how is the spaceborne dreadnought?

In the meantime, machine-gun fires began to pour into the building. The sound did not reach the camera locations, and Joseph did not want to lose the general plan of what was happening, for the sake of acceptable sound effects. It was clear that the building was "knocked." Did any of the groups of separatists infiltrate the local academy? Then you will not envy there pupils. Sometimes these insurgents are inventive in terms of torture and interrogation.

The spire was shaken again by explosions. Of course, this is a thick structure, about three kilometers in diameter. Separate city. But a long shelling will make him start to deform. Why do they beat rockets somewhere deep into the structure? What happens there, just do not land a brigade?

- Naive fools, - Joseph banged his fist on the tabletop, wet where the girl's body rubbed on her, - We decided to hide something important and are ready to sacrifice even the Spire, along with its inhabitants, just not to attract attention ... Who? Space Marines? Arbitrators? Or the Inquisition? Does it really take such a turn that it may require cleaning? Strange. You need to get there yourself. It is there, on the spot and decide what to do next.

Joseph was not inclined to speak with himself. But adrenaline made itself felt. He just wanted to wait for the Planetary Head, imitating a guest who was exhausted from the comfort ... But with such events it does not make sense to wait any longer. The doors, of course, are locked. If there was a bolt - a pistol at hand ... I don’t have to dream about a bolter. The door would quickly turn into a sieve, like everyone who stands in his way. Special Powers gave him the right to act without regard to the victims. On the necessary victims, but not senseless, like people shot in a cut off building.

He once again looked at the panorama.A landing shuttle hovered above one of the landing modules of the fired spire. The assault team was unloaded from it. Two more shuttles were looking for a place to land. So there is something in the building that stormtroopers should check. If the spire simply collapsed, it would mean that it contained something that it could not cope with by conventional means ... Although the attack aircraft were in chemical protection suits and many had flame-throwing installations. What is going on there at all? We must hurry to the scene.

Joseph quickly returned the general panorama of the city, then looked around. The door is locked. There is no other way out. Even if you find a panoramic window or something like it, there is a thick armored glass. With improvised means this is not knocked out. The room is, in principle, well-insulated, except ... Ventilation! Near a huge hall, supplied with oxygen. And not only. And here for sure there is a branch. By itself, the grid is disguised. But the air flow, Joseph determined even without improvised means, just walking around the room, near the walls. Then he cautiously tapped the walls themselves, finding a site that responded with a hollow echo. Here is the emptiness ... And here are the neat holes, painted to match the walls. But there is no explicit grille ... Well, the ventilation wall is made of steel. Made of strong steel. But it is not specifically strengthened and not booked. From whom to defend here, in the heart of the citadel of the Head? In his secret room?

Carefully, Joseph stripped the backing of his belt from the belt, removing the long harness. Another pair of such harnesses remained in a secret chamber. Well, that it is not so meticulously inspect. The status assigned to work on this planet gave its privileges.

He fastened the long bundle so that a square was formed, about a meter per meter. Then Joseph squeezed one of the ends of the harness in his fingers and with effort he bent the tip itself, breaking the structure. The kinked hiss immediately, causing a chemical reaction of the entire bundle. At first, he warmed up by sticking to the wall. Joseph abruptly removed his hand. Then smoke began. The tourniquet dissolved, eats into the wall and eats a dark border in the form of a square. After a few seconds, the hiss, accompanied by the smell of burning plastic and hot metal, subsided. It is good that the smell was not so intense as to trigger the fire alarm.

The pressure dropped slightly and the heart was not given in the ears with a hollow bang, slowed down. Joseph walked over to the square and kicked it, knocking it out. Termite cord did not cope a bit with steel. However, the thickness of steel caused respect: a millimeter of plastic and a pair of millimeters of steel sheet, followed by a pair of millimeters of composite. Judging by the echoing blow, after three seconds, the mine is not too deep. But jumping at random is dangerous. Joseph opened the large bag, fastened to the thigh. There were monotonous briquettes in identical packages. He opened one, reaching for an oblong bar the size of a cigarette. Having squeezed the top, so that the bar snapped, Joseph threw it into the mine.

Somewhere below it flashed brightly, highlighting the bottom of the mine. Three meters, or a little more. The passage is divided into two. Pretty narrow, but you can squeeze through. If you sweat a little. Joseph took off his shoes and opened another “bar”, stretched it in his fingers, generously spreading the palms and feet. Now it will stick to a flat surface and will be able to move around while clinging to the mine. The ointment is about half an hour. Joseph tied his shoes with laces and hung them on the neck. He carefully climbed into a fairly narrow homemade "hatch" and hung on his palms, tightly pressing them to the polymer coating. He looked around the room once more.

For a moment, he held his attention to the evenly billowing breasts of sleeping girls. Attractive sight. Then he began to descend into the mine. Joseph had no illusions. Soon it will begin to search. It is good that there are not only ordinary roads, but also dark roads like this one.