“Of course,” one of the androids answered the question.

“Here you can go upstairs,” the second nodded in agreement.

Droids - guards lined up to separate the captain from Ash and Dredonna. The girls were also divided among themselves. Myrus was slightly surprised to find himself thinking that he considered a "girl" and a brilliant android. However, both of them are his team.

“We made contact in time,” Ash said, “We have an advantage!”

“What?” Raised an eyebrow in surprise at Myrus.

"We can communicate!" - Ash was optimistic.

“Well, it’s us so far from the convoy that didn’t save us ...” - said Myrus gloomily.

"Better than nothing!"

Really. "Better than nothing. “But what possibilities does telepathy give at this time? Is it possible in this way to influence that girl in latex? Or pereklinit droid escorts? What are the benefits of this handy ability?

The corridor by which the small procession was moving remained gloomy. The lighting flashed as they approached the light panels and gradually went out after passing a segment of the path. The air was dry and heavy. There was no dampness in it, usually filling the dungeons. Even the floor surface radiated heat, tangible and through the shoes. However, the detachment moved further and further until a doorway appeared in front of it.

It looks like it was an elevator. The doors were lit from the inside with a reddish lantern. The elevator car looked like a roomy hall. Apparently, it was used as a transport for the transport of goods to the basement.

The droids held the captives inward, still encircling them tightly.

On a time-dabbed dashboard, the head of the convoy pressed the button for the desired floor.

The doors closed. With the growing, annoying buzz, the cab moved up, gradually picking up speed. People, nonhumans and droids slightly pressed into the floor, from the movement of the structure. But everything passed quickly and the elevator stopped, once again opening the doors on the right floor.

- Get out! The girl commanding the droids commanded.

I had to obey.

The corridor met guests in all its neglected glory. The decoration of the walls has cracked in places and concrete and wiring elements have become visible. Underfoot creaked cracked parquet. Ceiling swirling waves. The wooden doors and furniture found on the way bore traces of desolation, chips, abrasions. However, the met fountain murmured, draining the water. It was made in the form of a girl pouring moisture from wide sleeves of a dress casually draped over her shoulders. The rest of the metal statue seemed naked. Behind the statue was a solid door.

- Stretch your hands! - commanded the head of the convoy.

As soon as all three executed the order, sly, plastic shackles dragged on the hands. For all its subtlety and unreliability, they turned out to be quite durable. Even the Dredonna grimaced, trying the straps to stretch.

- You are waiting for the owner of this estate! - the main escort solemnly remarked, - Behave yourself as befits guests ... Even if forced guests.

In obedience to the command, the wooden door silently shifted upwards. The opened room, or a small room, looked more lively than the preceding corridor. The climate here was slightly humid.Made in marble of different shades, the panels tore off the floor, walls, and ceiling of the room. In the distance there was a table and several chairs. Although it seemed that in such a room, the place should be occupied exclusively by the throne, and not by the table.

At the head of the table is a girl dressed in a lacy, white dress. She was not tall. However, she had a pretty appearance. In the hands covered with white gloves, she held a cup of coffee. On the table was a coffee pot, fruit, sweets. From beneath her eyelids she watched the newcomers. However, she was in no hurry to talk, waiting for the procession to come close enough to the sofa she was occupying.

“I greet you on my modest estate,” said the girl, directing her eyes with metallic - gray eyes in turn to each of the three “guests”, - This place is called “Resident of the Horny Demon”, and I am its only owner - Azura.

“Very nice,” Dredonna snapped.

“To the pain, straight,” Ash nodded.

- Is it a general name for the house? - Myrus raised an eyebrow, - it seems to me that he was called ...

- Enough! - interrupted the flow of thoughts Azura, - Although you are my guests, but I - the owner of these places.

“You have a damn strange way of inviting guests,” Dredonna said, once again testing her bonds for strength.

- Keep your mouth shut, metal mannequin! - A guard in latex materelizovalsya next to the Dredona and struck one in the stomach.

“I hope you didn’t hurt much,” the cyborg remarked, “Where the press is, there are metal-plastic plates ... They are quite thick and such ... Hmm, metal ...”

- T - yours! - the escort grimaced, whether from pain, or from sarcastic remarks and with a slight movement, removed from an attached to the belt holster an object like a compact pistol, - Milady, can I fry them right here, one by one?

“El,” Azura said calmly, “if I had asked you to kill them right in my office, do you think I would not have voiced this thought out loud?”

“They would have voiced it,” the escort slightly retreated, putting the weapon in its holster.

- And if so, then there is no sense in excessive theatricality.

- Um ... - Ash tried to smile with all her teeth, - Maybe in view of such generosity, we will remove the bonds from us?

“And I won’t think about it,” Azura’s hair shook her magnificently hairstyle, “There’sn’t enough for you to think too much about yourself!”

“So what are we here for?” - decided to intervene in the conversation Myrus.

- Oh, you have an important mission! - Azura drank some coffee and tried to put the mug, as the distant rumble broke into the room and the house noticeably shook. Coffee spilled on white clothes, forcing the girl to jump. El rushed to her screaming mistress, in a vain attempt to remove the spilled drink.

- Madam!

- Get off, El! - Azura decisively pushed the escort.

- Did you hear? All this is your fault! - the girl raised a thumbs up, in an instructive gesture.

- W - what exactly! “Myrus was the first of three to recover from the confusion.”

“This rumble,” Azura threw up her hands in distress, “This is a consequence of your landing on my island!” It so happened that now we are in a very difficult position!

- What, I'm sorry? - Myrus even stamped his foot in surprise, - That you shot down my ship!

- Who could have imagined that he would fall so badly! - answered the girl, pointing her finger in the direction of the "guests", - you could not fall into the sea?

- At the coast of the same solid boiling water!

- There is boiling water for many kilometers! The underground currents went berserk and drove up the water heated by magma ... However, here something similar is happening everywhere. The continental part of the planet is bursting at the seams, preparing to collapse. Soon real hell will open here! Volcanoes spew out an abundance of lava, the water finally evaporate! The planet will turn the surface into primeval broth and ... Maybe it will be completely destroyed!

- Wow! - Myrus recoiled, - Is it from one small boat?

“No, cap ...” Ash said in his head in a calm voice, “We hardly caused such a thing.” Looks like it was before us. ”

“Specifically, what is happening with the planet is not your fault,” said Azura, slightly calming down, “Ah, here’s the appearance of a powerful thermoreactor close to my house — your fault.

- Termore ...? - surprised Myrus.

“She’s about the ship,” said Dredonna.

“Aghas,” Ash nodded. “The outlines are covered!” As the cooling will not, so ...

“In general, this island will be destroyed,” Azura summed up, “And I cannot leave these places.” And where to travel in this world? It is unlikely that anything technically useful has survived except my mansion and your ship. And I have ...