shooters - translationIt was that unique moment when Rhi regretted going on a mission alone.
It was that unique moment when she didn't want Danny to enter children games and herself in shooters.
Because the shooters wasn't women's business.
Because in the shooters there is always a possibility of meet by chance a living man. And, obviously, his task will be to kill you.
That is how Craig Richardson appeared on her life.
Precisely after that day he never played in shooters again.
- Initial data? - shortly asked Ri, taking a folder with the game task for the customer.
- They won't interest you, - he replied in an arrogant tone. Hawk only shook her head, not wanting even to lift her eyes, just not to look at this fucker. She initially didn't like his hands: oiled from hair gel, because he held his palms on his head every two minutes, three rings on different fingers of each hand. A disgusting spectacle.
- If you think you pay for the game enough to me not to be interested in anything, then you are wrong, - she finally looked into the eyes of the customer, what is immediately decided to spare, but did not allow the rules of decency. - Firstly, this is the shooter, which means the level of risk above stealth, secondly, you give live goal, - here she paused, watching for a reaction, - and, thirdly, it is fun for your son on his sixteenth birthday. The idea is that you have to pay another 15 thousand, if you want the goal was killed. Otherwise at least on this I agree I will not go and kill this guy only if he is given a similar job and he will attack first.
Craig almost pulled the trigger, when he saw that his goal was girl. In his personal file was specified only condition: "Opponents of the exclusively male". It turns out that he was cheated on.
- You had to shoot, - came a voice from behind. To the neck pressed the muzzle of the Browning.
- How did you..? - with sincere he asked in astonishment. He was willing to swear that a moment ago his goal was on the street and not on the roof of a 20-storey building.
- Clones. It was just. You leave many traces, - Craig couldn't understand what was happening. A girl. In a shooter. And she used clones. Almost no one could use clones. And he was so easy to deduce, in the first hour of the game.
- Rhiannon Hawkledge, right? - he asked cautiously. - And how much did they pay for me? - in response he heard only a disappointed sigh, and there was nothing pressing on the sixth cervical vertebra.
- Total amount of the contract amounted to 27 thousand.
- Bad bargain! - Richardson abruptly turned to her, staring hurt at her. And suddenly he wished he had done it. It would be better if he shot at the clone and not saw her in person.
- I asked for at least another 15 top, - Rhi gave him her hand, lifting the guy from the floor. - If no, I said that I would shoot to kill only if you attack first. Customer refused, and you didn't fire. What will we do?
- Well here. And I thought I was noble.
- What do you mean?
- In my summary is written, that in any case my victim should not be a girl. I don't want to dirty my hands, I still have some dignity, though not so much money. - Hawkledge couldn't understand, where was the catch. She decided not to place the pistol in the holster, as she originally wanted. And it was better not to forget about the riffle.
- Well, you know my name...
- Of course, - grinned Craig. - You are well known. The only girl that allowed into shooters and stealth!
- In stealth there are many who are allowed. Leslie Foxwriter, for example, recently distinguished itself, - Rhi has made maximum important to look as if the name of her cousin should be known as her own.
- But not in shooters. Although I'm still surprised that you are here without Nealson, - the girl barely noticeable jerked, on hearing this name.
- What Nealson has to do with it?
- Baby, you always work in pair, I know.
- How come?
- You took a half of my contracts after the game, when he cut two limbs instead of one. But I suggest we return briefly in reality. I think our customers are not very happy that we are alive. Soon to come robots.
- Not a problem, - Hawk only strung her shoulders.
- Sorry?
- I did that. It is easy.
- And what if.. - he almost cried out, but in time restrained himself, - and what if there are players on the cheap contracts? Not afraid to kill? - Rhi rolled her eyes and sighed wearily.
- No. I am not afraid. I told you: I did it before, - she looked around and went to one of the columns in a stained window. - Come here, usually this is not watched.
- What do you mean? Have you been already on this map?
- In this game, and on this map. Four times. Straighten out your hand and the sunset sleeve, - Richardson had no choice but to do what she wanted. Too curious. The girl put on his hand a small device with a screen-scanner areas.
- What the hell?
- Temperature scanner. We made it with Daniel. It gives a signal when a live person is near.
- Now I understand why you are paid so much. How come they still didn't kill you because of the use of these pieces? And how come you're still alive for knowing the difference between robots and players?
- If you cry that loud for sure we won't stay alive, - the girl said reproachfully. - So shut up and do what I tell you, Cranc.
- How do you know my name?!
- Old habit. I prefer to learn all about the person who somehow gets in my contact. Follow me.
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