Biography of the mercenary Stalker

The episode is the second. This is my job. Somewhere in the south of the alienation zone. The bar "The owner of the chimera. The owner of this small establishment, I owe me a break in life. Once I saved it from the old, a mother of the chimera, about three years ago. Then I was still a lone mercenary, and the mutant was able to kill. Shin, so they called the rescued, after several months I opened my own bar, in the place of the old label of the chimera.

By the way, there was no one else. The tire invited me to his bar, and so after that daring in the "agropom" we have no more contracts, I decided to use his invitation.

Representatives of the militarized group "Debt. We sat at the same table, and violently discussed the latest events of the past days. By the way, the container is the one, with artifacts, we gave the courier to us in the north of Cordon. He handed this to the customer, in our helicopter, and we received our reward. In appearance, I would give him 36 years, but in fact he had only a peer -tempered boar.

The zone changes everyone, but she turned the trump card into a cold -blooded killer. I remember this guy when he first came to my detachment. Young, uncertain and clamped youth. I even remember how he was sick at the sight of torn by an anomaly, the remains of the corpse. But in less than three days, a trump card seemed to be replaced. He became silent and gloomy, but he never missed the opportunity to have fun or drink.

And the real boar, - explained Klin, “one of my friends said that this creature got so drunk with radioactive garbage and slop that mutated. Now this is the largest, his mother, his boar, who killed about five stalkers detachments, not counting the loners. They say that even ready to make a deal, just to get rid of the creature. You see, they will die there with hunger. Yes, he is greedy and cruel, but he, much more cunning, and thinks two steps forward.

Many thought that he was killed in, during the riot that flashed among the bandits, but he was alive. Part of his gangs joined Borov, and went into the dark valley, but it did not interfere with Yoga, and he again led the bandits. He will rather shoot us than he will give more than the laid - and added quieter - if he would give it out at all. Let's say I worked for him, killed competitors and debtors.

Anyone who did not like the plowman of the bandits. I will not say that he paid very well, but I had enough for food. I nodded. And with these words, I left the detachment, heading for sleeping rooms. I probably were among the first to go to the side at such an early hour, but it did not worry. The bearded tire, the work was in full swing. The bar was scored by visitors, and each table needed to maintain.

I already went into a long corridor, with homemade doors walking along the walls. At the very end, there was my room, and I already got it, the keys given by Shina, when suddenly, found that the door was ajar. What kind of guests looking at the night? At that moment, I bitterly regretted that at the entrance to the bar, I had to hand over all my weapons. They didn’t even leave the knife.

Exhaling, I picked up a flashlight, and opened the door. Inside, of course, it was dark, but as soon as I stepped over the threshold, the light on the ceiling caught fire, and I saw a figure sitting on a chair, covered in a dark cloak. Better listen to what I'll tell you. Tomorrow at dawn, one stalker will call you out with a request to escort his group to the north of the swamps.

You must agree, but when you reach the throat of death, you will have to kill his entire detachment. My people will be there and help in which case. After these words, the bulb went out for a second, and then again lit up. But now, in the room I was only one for the next morning. The night passed without dreams. When the alarm clock on my PDA rang, I began to collect things, simultaneously having a snack from stocks.

I did not want to stay here anymore, especially after yesterday's meeting. I decided not to talk about Gosta for the detachment, and gathered everyone in the main hall. There, the tired tire, yawning, washed the dishes, and the only visitors remained a group of four stalkers. They were dressed in different ways, but even by appearance and weapons, I realized that stalkers are clearly not the first year in the zone.

I remembered the words of the unknown, and rather led the detachment to the exit, when suddenly one of the stalkers called me: - Hey, mercenary! On the way, I automatically examined everyone. The one who called me had a round face, with a light bristle, and with big brown eyes. It looks like a good -natured man, but under the cover of each book, their flaws are hidden.

The second sat in a costume from the closed defense of the breath "Seva," not releasing Abokan from the hands of Academy of Sciences, "equipped with a sub -barn and an optical sight. He was thin and pale. The third sat in the old cloak, holding a cigarette in his teeth. I would have confused him anywhere else with a bandit. The latter was also dressed in Zarya, "but he hid his face under the mask.Apparently the main thing - and we will need such guys for protection.

How to call you? We need to cross the north of the swamps, but the road along which our route lies is dangerous, and we would be useful for guys like you. The prediction of the evening guest began to come true. I stopped. The spot is already not bad! Few people offer so many dough for the usual support. Damn well, this story is some kind of dark one. Maybe it’s better to disagree?

And hell with him! We leave right now. It was cloudy, and at times it was drizzling. The detachment was not opposed to escorting stalkers to the north of the swamps, because their route crossed with the road to a landfill. Around us there were only reeds and a fluid swamp, which pulled hundreds of poor fellows. If you look at this dark water for a long time, then you could see the outlines of dead bodies.

She is the most. More bloodsome for two heads. It is almost impossible to keep track of her. MiG, and you are already drowning in the darkness of the swamps. Since then, we walked silently. And so we came across the first problem. The earth on which we walked, broke off, and the swamp came. It ended in thirty meters, but fortunately, a not very reliable bridge was laid between the two islands, from wooden boards.

Stopping the detachment, I stepped on the board with my foot. The creak of the old wood was heard, and I took a second step with a risk. The bridge was holding on. If the bridge does not withstand, then we will fall directly into the waters of this swamp, and there will be critical chance of getting out. The howls of dogs, and automatic queues in the distance, only oppressed the situation.

Finally, I stepped on a solid ground, and throwing a rifle, began to cover the rest.