Project Ouroboros by Kseniya Makovetskaya Read Free Book Online

one could see where you were going.
    The guards forced the agent to sign a log and provided him with a disposable suit and cellophane gloves, as it was common in public institutions. It smelled of dust and mould. These guys weren't allowed to ventilate the room so that the paper would not damp, so there was absolutely no oxygen.
    El’Athar looked at his watch. He had ten minutes before the electricity would be switched off. He checked whether the flashlight was in his pocket. It remained to wait a bit, pretending to be busy searching for information in the computer.
    Several people were sitting in different parts of the archives, idly leafing through catalogs and sending messages. Only five minutes before the power switching off. Three ... two ...
    — ...what has happened? — In total darkness said an alarmed man's voice.
    — I would ask the present visitors to stay in their places! — one of the guards came in the library hall — if five minutes later the electricity doesn't switch back on, we will withdraw visitors from all areas.
    He shone his flashlight around the room, it seemed that everything was in place, but El’Athar as quietly as he could, crept to the right repository. He sat down so that the guard at the entrance with a flashlight did not notice him, and waited for the alarm to work. There was always a chance that you can cheat, but in the case of El’Athar it was fraught — traitors did not live long.
    Siren. It was such a high-pitched whine that no one heard the sharply opened and closed steel door to the vault № 4. El’Athar turned on a flashlight and quickly began to inspect the boxes to find the right documents. He had very little time, and if he is found there, he would have to at least give up on his career.
    There they are! El’Athar stuffed an impressive folder deep underneath his shirt and tried to sneak back into the library room. At the door stood the guard and shone a flashlight in his face:
    — What were you doing there, sir...
    — White. My name is White.
    — Mr White.
    — I was lost — El’Athar wanted to bypass the guard without turning his back on him, and trying not to be nervous.
    — Where are you going? — He grabbed the agent's hand. — You are not allowed to go anywhere until I tell you so. Got it? What were you looking for?
    — I told you I was just lost.
    — And I know something else about you... — the security guard did not finish, he received a heavy blow on the head with a pistol. Damn protective gown, it could be done earlier and faster.
    The agent stepped over the body and hurried out of the room until the lights were on. He tore off his coat and gloves, having pushed them into his briefcase. He placed the documents there too.
    Three... two... one... The light was turned on at the premises again.
    Agent leisurely walked through the half-empty front door.
     
    The body of an employee of the Ministry of the Internal Affairs has been found in the country-berth yacht club "Persia". Special features: dark short hair, a mole on his right cheek, a strict black suit...
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    — Do you realize what you've done, Mr Lugal?
    — I haven't done anything that would contradict the policy of "Enki".
    — Do you know the purpose for which the organization was established?
    — I've been doing and am doing my duty. I like my job. If you ask me about some problems of a secret research center, it is beyond my competence in any case. I know no more than you.
    — You witnessed something unusual there at the station?
    — Just what is recorded on film.
    — Tell what is recorded on film.
    — Echo coming from the depths of the Earth. As if it were voices. I can't guess whose they are.
    — Have you not found the source of the voices?
    — No.
    — Were you scared?
    — Yes.
    — What do you think about it?
    — I think that these voices is the cause of the hurricane "Tiamat."
    End of record.
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    — Good afternoon, Mr Soph. It is Mr Keter. We will get in