The gatekeeper opened the gate and Mia leisurely swam forward and up the long, perfectly round in the section, the tunnel.
Having emerged, she found herself in a spacious and warm room with a high ceiling, smoothly extending upwards, like the dome of an ancient human temple. Only it was not the temple of some long-dead and forgotten god, who was worshiped by worthless, weak people. It was the temple of Mother. And Mother, in contrast to the fictional deities, she led in her temple. She sat in the middle of a stone hall with wet and warm floors. Her wonderful, shiny, purple-red body reflected the soft light coming from the walls. Mia gasped and lovingly looked at her Mother, her atomic heart beating fast. Light rain drizzled from the ceiling. On the sides of the Mother reclined, looking like Barbie dolls near the child, the same as Mia, heralds. She remembered two of her past, slave life: Lina and Nomi.

Mother spoke, or rather started singing in her soft, charming voice, which aroused Mie in awe and awe:
- What news did you bring to me, my child, good or sad?
- Good, Oh, Mother.
- Tell me, child.
“The rose we ordered from the Corporation was even stronger than we thought.
- Have you seen her in the case?
- Yes, she is very strong and growing stronger.

- It's good. I see in my heart that you are not lying. Our new weapons will be better than others. The best. Let them even strengthen, training, before returning to the mother's womb. Our agent leads them where we conceived?
- Yes, he reports it regularly.
Mother spread giant tentacles, laid them on the heads of the heralds and sang:
“Good news, my children.” Today my Juice will be especially beneficial.
Heralds, including Miu, stood in subservient postures in anticipation of a treat.

***
Part 11. To the south!
Tina once again led their bodies, but the nights were different. At night I woke groin. Mutant, already titanically strong, and after taking Sok, he became just a muscle with inexpressible dexterity and agility. But they were able to agree that he was going into the shadows, waking up only when allowed. Still better than just die. Groin was not so principled, as his former commander - Kiryan.

Now they skillfully used his masculine power and knowledge of an android girl, becoming almost a symbiote. But the rest still looked askance at this strange creature with mistrust, not always understanding who controls them now and how to address them. Only their eyes betrayed them: Pakhoma’s brown eyes, Tina’s blue eyes and emerald greens in a state of euphoria, when they both made themselves felt. For these eyes he was called Chameleon or simply Hammy. Neither Tina nor Pakhom took offense at this nickname and willingly responded to it.
The detachment had been living in Tömen for several weeks, stocking up on tenge and juice, no one was left idle, not even Rick. But Hammi was the most impressive: he was already large and fierce in appearance, now he turned into a healthy mountain of muscles with shiny hair and eyes, with white, strong and razor-sharp teeth.

Now Hammy tore these juicy beef steak with blood with his teeth, washing it down with a red semi-sweet Bishkek.
At the same table, Quint, Ji and the owner of a brothel, officially referred to as a teahouse, the old corpulent Uygur Maksud, discussed the upcoming New Year events.
Maksoud, stroking the bare thighs of a beautiful cherry-eyed nymphet, exactly like that of Marie, who is sitting on his lap, was desperately bargaining:
- No no no! My 30% and you remain my dear guests until the spring! This is my last word, I swear to my mother!
Quint protested:
- 20% and we dump immediately after the new year, as agreed.

Ji added fuel to the fire:
- Or we go to Solomon! He will be more cooperative.
Hammy, in confirmation of the seriousness of their intentions, snarled through his mouth clogged with meat, frowning at the fat man.
- This cunning Jew will stick you like a stick, I know him! - Maksoud chewed fleshy lips, - Ok, 25% and until February.
- 25 and after the new year. This is the final offer. - Quint held out his hand to Maxoud, - Hand on hand?
- Ay, you ruin the old man Maksuda! Deal.
They shook hands and drank the deal.

***
Hammy, or rather Groin, fought in the ass another, already the fourth for today, middle-aged and not beautiful Snow Maiden. There were a couple of cellulite squirrels and Malvina, but it was enough for them all. With each new woman, his strength only increased. He could already control himself and did not spend all the seed to last him long.
He saw how, next door, a couple of men in carnival costumes had Kiki in two trunks. She sat down with a skillful ass on a thick dark-haired dick on the most brown eggs, while another pecked her throat, causing the girl to dull deafness. Even in their room was Ji, who was simultaneously pounded in her ass and pussy, while she herself was licking another madam, preparing her for a meeting with Pakhom. This will be the last for him today, and she will be lucky the most.

Behind the partition there were also loud sounds of a desperate orgy. There the rest of the girls and Rick were pleasing their customers.
Suddenly there was noise, screams and firing in the room. Masked and armed men rushed into the room. Something similar was happening in the next.
- All lie, your mother! - shouted the most healthy raider.
“Bitch Solomon, yet fulfilled his threats!” Thought Pahm angrily.

***
Rick served his clients and was already zipping up his fly when there was a raid noise. Four strong boogie in the first place tied Marie, handcuffed strapped to the door handle. Apparently, they have already been warned about its danger. They strapped Gerda and Seeley on the floor, and drove the customers into a corner. Rick, apparently, they also took for a client. Well, that was their fatal mistake.

In the next room, there was a wild roar, yelling, crashing and indiscriminate shooting. The masked people were distracted by the noise and Rick decided to act. He grabbed an elegant silver ice pick from the table and deftly threw him at the largest raider. The blade entered just above the body armor, exactly in the throat. The man wheezed and grabbed the knife. Before the others could come to their senses, Rick rolled over the room to his jacket in which his trunk lay. The man pulled the knife out, blood spurting from his neck. The other three began to burn in the direction of the guests, turning the bodies of screaming people into bloody tatters. Rick grabbed his submachine gun and began skillful shooting at masked people. After a few seconds, four convulsing corpses in black bulletproof vests lay on the floor. Clients, too, were almost all dead. Only a few were still wheezing in death throes. In the next room, the noise is also subsided.

Rick began to free the girls from handcuffs when someone else entered the room. Rick raised his head and aimed a weapon at him. On the threshold stood Hammy, holding a masked head in a hefty hand. His whole terrible muzzle was covered with blood, he stared bloodily and predatory. There were several bullet holes on the body, but they did not seem to disturb him at all. Hammy threw his head against the wall and wheezed:
- We leave.

***
- Yes you are a fighter! - Hammy patted Rick on the shoulder, - And in appearance and not say!
- Well, you, I have always been like this, - Rick was obviously embarrassed by such attention to his person.
“You have always been a useless piece of shit, Rick,” Ji continued to look out the window, admiring the endless expanses of the steppes of Eastern Satrapia, “I was already thinking whether I should give you awnings to weaken them.”
- Ha ha ha! Very funny ... - Rick offendedly pouted his lips.
- Come on, shooter, you are well done, come in handy at the right time! - Hammy again shook the boy by the shoulders. - No wonder Quint taught you.

“No wonder,” Rick sighed heavily, “but we are running again.”
- Do not run, but go to the goal.
- To which?
“I don't know yet, but Quint knows.” He has a chuik, you know.
“He's a fucking chick,” Ji hissed angrily.
The high-speed train gently sailed across the steppe expanses covered with yellow grass and snow, carrying the squad south to the town of Sarysh.