Мафия 39. Piece of emptiness for the small December.

Demo fiddled with the charge installed on the surface of the dome for a few more minutes, muttering angrily to herself through clenched teeth, a green wire held between them. Finally, when she was done, she went to the others, who were standing at a respectable distance. "Will it definitely work?" she asked again, voicing a question that concerned not only her. The Doctor simply nodded in response. "Well... let's go..." Demo opened the detonator and pressed the black button. An explosion of such force occurred that the entire squad was thrown to the ground, even Bio. As the thick, bluish smoke began to dissipate, the group had already recovered from the shock. "Wow..." Demo said. "I miscalculated a little," the Doctor said calmly, getting up from the ground. Bruno approached the spot where the charge had been installed. The dome remained undamaged. "Rrrr," Wave growled angrily. "What's the matter?" Bruno ran his hand over the surface of the dome, wiping away the blue residue. Thin cracks covered an area with a diameter of one meter from the epicenter of the explosion. He hit it with all his might, and a crack appeared. Another blow, and the thick glass of the dome finally cracked and crumbled onto the green grass that grew on the outside. Western immediately jumped up and ran towards the noise, taking her rifle off safety along the way. In one jump, she covered two and a half meters to the shelter and quickly took up a combat position. There was no one in the rifle's sights, and the sensors detected no extraneous movement. The grass near the dome had strangely turned yellow in one spot, and a small hole was visible above it. She felt a fear she had never experienced before. The hole in the dome was not closing as it usually would. A crackling sound came from the side, and Western instantly jumped up, aiming her rifle in the direction of the noise, taking cover behind a tree. A shot rang out, and a bullet, with tremendous force, flew out of the barrel of Wave's powerful pistol, covering the distance from the stone near the grove, behind which the bandit leader was hiding, to the guard's temple in a fraction of a second. Western fell to the ground, her gleaming rifle clattering against the hard ground and falling into a puddle of blood. The Mechanic fed the dog, poured a cup of strong black tea, and was already walking up the stairs to the upper floor, looking forward to an hour of rest. He, as usual, entered the energy supply room, spending about ten minutes looking at the complex graphs twisting on the large monitors mounted on the walls. He entered the monitoring room for the activity of the alert and communication systems; everything was in order. As usual, he walked past the screens in the security room, went to the window, and admired the fields, which were visible from here in a very attractive perspective. He took a sip of tea and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he turned sharply, hearing a beep. The red line indicating the vital activity of the western guard was gradually turning black on the monitor. The cup hit the floor, shattering into several pieces, and the warm tea splashed onto the cold stone. The Mechanic hit the large red button, which was framed in yellow and black and installed in the most prominent place, with all his might; shards of the glass protective casing fell to the floor. Red warning lights flashed throughout the barrier, and a siren wailed.
... his cold hand touched the barrier ... a flash ... a crack ... blackened grass, ashes, and the smell of burning ... several bullets entered the body, causing irritation and pain ... two black pistols in her hands, altered, external bio-implants ... an alarm ... a distortion of space ... a jump ... a cold hand squeezed the girl's neck ... a crack, a scream, a moan ... darkness ...