Крип / Kryp: Отряд_2.8

Chapter 8

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:18

"Wait," Bertha intercepted the girl in the crew compartment. "Come on downstairs. There's a job to do."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:36

Olga stretched out and clapped her hand on her chest, which was analogous to a salute in the Order.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:36

"In short, - the mentor went down to the hangar immediately after Olga, there were already waiting for Sinner, Smoker, and Driver. "There's an opinion that... we should get ready a little bit."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:38

"For it's coming," Smoker agreed immediately. The Sinner, as usual mute, nodded in agreement, twisting a thick lash in his hands for some reason. The Driver abstractly twisted his palm in the air and incomprehensibly clarified:

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:39

"The most important thing is that it is not like that time."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:41

Bertha looked at the mechanic judgingly, and in the look of the broad-shouldered aunt, Olga noticed something similar to the echoes of the former fear. That's the look of people who would very much like to forget something but know very well that it is impossible.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:42

"And what was... then?" Olga took the risk of asking as an experienced member of the company.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:43

Smoker opened his mouth, but Bertha waved her fingers with her nails clipped almost to the root.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:47

"Don't mention it in vain," she ordered in a short and weighty voice so that the scout shut up as if he had swallowed his tongue. Bertha looked at Olga with a questioning look and said. "After. When we've spent the night."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:50

In the mouth of the Mentor, 'we will' sounded akin to 'we will survive' and this did not add to Olga's peace of mind. She had no idea what happened 'then', but apparently something very, very bad.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:50

"Right... Yes, the main thing is not to be like that. St. Clarence is ready to descend personally from the Emperor's Light to throw our bureaucrats out into the tundra..."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 14:51

"And only the hope that the followers will not disgrace his cause stops our patron..." The rest of the company, with the exception of Olga, proclaimed amicably. The girl realized that some ancient wisdom was being quoted here, but she did not know what it was, and it sounded rather meaningless.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:05

"Let me guess," smirked Smoker. "You made your own arrangements. With the auditor?"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:20

Olga scratched her nose in confusion. The fluid meaning of 'you' and 'You' in Gothic still puzzled her, the girl regularly did not understand why her companions were either fraternizing or addressing each other with an emphatic 'thou'.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:23

"The next time you interrupt an upper man, I'll punch you in the face," Bertha said coldly, but not angrily. "No, not with the auditor. We'll be supplied by Wakrufmann."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:24

"Holy shit! - The undisguised enthusiasm in Driver's voice was obvious. "Hail to the commander! But how?"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:28

Bertha hesitated, for the first time in Olga's memory.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:29

"It doesn't matter," the Mentor waved her hand again. "Let's just say we've come to some agreement... on the location of the cargo in Warehouse 8. Magnets, if you know what I mean. Two of them. From reserve."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:30

"Truly this cog has been blessed by the wisdom of the Emperor!" The Priest reported softly as he descended the stairs. The plastic chainmail tapped hundreds of rings with every step. "Would it be possible for us not to wait to be sent to maintenance in case of repair?"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:31

/Oh-oh-oh," thought Olga, her inner voice whispering to her that the girl was a witness to some kind of collusion and reprehensible act, an obvious manipulation of the supply. And okay, but what did the rookie have to do with it? She had no idea what kind of 'magnets' she was talking about.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:34

"We can, we will, if St. Clarence extends his unfailing hand to us," Bertha hummed. "Little one, do you hear?"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:35

Olga nodded cautiously. The girl had already realized that the wagon was going to steal something from the warehouse, and she did not like the assigned and so far unknown role in advance.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:40

"We could have done it ourselves," Bertha turned directly to Olga. "But the Vigil is about to begin. We're all in it."

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:40

The Sinner nodded silently, stretching the lash to the juicy crunch of well-crafted leather. The girl was reminded of the Holy One's comment about the Sinner 'whipping' for everyone at night. Flagellant, was it? Ugh!

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:43

"And you don't deserve that honor, not yet," Bertha went on. "So you will contribute to the Squad's cause in other ways. Now you're going to Warehouse Eight," the mentor pulled out a scribbled piece of paper that looked more like a filthy rag. Thirteenth Building, Unit 3, Block 2. You'll pick up two magnets there. Tell the night watchman you're summoned by Mechanicus Wakrufmann. Don't say another word, got it?"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:57

Olga suddenly realized that Big Bertha was extremely serious when she said "contribute to the cause of the Squad".

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:01

"Yeah," she nodded without any enthusiasm.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:04

/'What a day... The bastard Kryp showed up, the vigil and the whips, and now this...

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:05

"Only I don't know what they look like," she said. "The magnets."'

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:06

"It doesn't matter," Bertha grimaced. "Wakrufmann know."

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Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 15:57

/Well, who builds like that! - the words from an old comedy my mother used to love came to mind. What that movie was about, Olga did not remember, but the phrase was imprinted in her memory. Yes, and the suffering of a highlander in a mustard coat lost in the corridors reminded her of her current situation.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:41

The scheme looked clear, but in the rapidly dwindling twilight, all the buildings seemed to look alike - gray featureless boxes. In addition, the site, apparently, was old, repeatedly compacted, and completed. So the originally logical system of numbering came to the appearance of monstrous cadavres of numerology. The third warehouse was adjacent to the thirty-third, behind it began the mysterious MCMLXXXIV. And there was no one to even ask, it seemed as if everyone had conspired this evening not to stay out in the open.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:47

From the large building, decorated with the emblem of the Ecclesiarchy, came choral singing, heavily muffled by the walls. Male voices sang a solemn and surprisingly pleasant hymn. Apparently, the Vigil has begun, whatever that means. And she wanders alone in the dark and cold.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:49

Olga gloomily glanced at the large illuminated sign with the surprisingly normal and detailed inscription 'Warehouse 8, Building 13, Unit 6, Block 2. The block, the building, and the warehouse all matched-except that the embezzler of imperium property wanted the third building, not the sixth.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:50

Olga looked up into the dark sky and wanted to curse, but held back. It all looked like a dreary superstition, but on the other hand, the girl had already seen for herself that here you could meet a monster from a nightmare and a real demon. So she confined herself to an angry spit in the muddy snow.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:51

"Halt," came a harsh man's voice from somewhere in the twilight.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:51

There were three or four of them, who looked like some grimy mechanics in jackets, but the girl did not like their faces. The looks were overly sly, the smiles were sloppy... Wrong faces, dangerous. Olga only now remembered that she had not bothered to bring a knife or at least a screwdriver.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:55

It's funny, she suddenly had an unsolicited thought. In just a little over a week, she had grown accustomed to feeling completely safe. It was so peaceful among the purificators that even her long-standing habits had broken down. And it seemed it might end badly.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:56

"To the warehouse," Olga shook the paper, trying to make it look more impressive.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:57

"Why do you need to go there?"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:57

"What business is it of yours?" she scowled.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:57

"We're guards," the uninvited man said. He had only one ear and the most unpleasant look of the four of them.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 16:58

"I'm a purificator. To the pin... Mechanicum, on business," said the messenger coldly. She could tell she felt threatened with her entire buttock, and she used borrowed authority. The Squad and the Gearsmen here seemed to be respected by all. All but these four.

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 17:00

"On call..." The tallest one, judging by the way he held himself, was in charge here. "Maybe we'd better call you in, huh? How can a cold iron be compared to a normal live... communication?"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 17:03

The other three cheekily laughed, commenting at various points:

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 17:03

"Hey, don't be a shy!"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 17:04

"You'll die soon anyway, so at least you'll have something to remember!"

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 17:06

Olga bit her lip. Her instincts were already screaming to run, but turning back on the four of them was akin to suicide. They were much better oriented in the labyrinth of the warehouse complex and, it seems, were ready for the possible escape of the victim. And if so...

Camrad_RIP 15.11.21 в 17:09