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I sense irony.

This is not irony, this is your chance, Ple-Sen.

This is my chance, steeped in irony from start to finish!

What kind of irony are you talking about?

I guess the fact that we were kind of antagonists, and now I have to save him...

“I leave this to your discretion, but keep in mind that the more discreetly this operation is carried out, the better your position will be within our organization. At this point, Vladimir was dropped off with a bag on one of the streets of Nevermore.
Inside, he found the following:
1. Breeze (communicator)
*Provides a secure communication channel.
*Has all the necessary devices (camera, recorder, etc.).
*The case is made of painted Revanite. It is not damaged.
2. Data files (contain all the information about the architecture of the “Lupine” building, the ventilation system, and the sewer system running under the building).
3. Azure (energy pistol).
Effective range: 35
Rate of fire: 1
Damage: 50-60, OD: 6
Magazine: 8/8
*Paralyzes the target upon a successful hit if it fails a resistance check.
*Upon a successful hit, disables any computer equipment (including drones and implants) and shields for two turns.
4. WV (headset connected to the Asode E.Y.E. system)
Determines the target's health status and the degree of threat (OD: 4), increases accuracy against the selected opponent by 50% (2 OD), and monitors most conversations within a 2 km radius.
5. Teleportation device (installed in a specific location, to which teleportation will then be carried out using a beacon).
6. Teleportation beacon (required to use the teleportation device; remains in place after use), OD: 8. Two pieces.
7. Chameleon (armor).
Stealth +40 (outside of combat), +60% dodge in combat at range when using ranged weapons against ranged.

What kind of irony is that?

In the sense that Siver has to save me, even though I don't have a very high opinion of him, and he can't come to terms with that, so he tries to tease me in response, something like that.

like, antagonists

Well, how are we antagonists? I don't even bother you much.

-I wish they had given me a spacious van, - Vladimir grumbled, after which he reviewed the information about these "individuals" in the database. If there is nothing there, he contacts them via the communication channel and asks the following questions: why is it necessary to transport them? What are their names? Do they know that they need to be transported and why? Is their exact location in the building known? Is there a specific, safe location that is preferred for their transportation?

- I can do it. If Tant Technologies has no other option. I'll need a silenced weapon and some kind of electronic jammer. I don't want to be caught on camera.

— Remember, "Lupin" are our allies. Disabling their cameras wouldn't be the best idea. On the other hand, I'm not sure the prince would be happy about a murder inside his hospital. If you want to get them out of there, no one will stop you; I've already arranged it. As for the weapons. — Brown handed Venling and Ramsan two basic TT pistols with silencers.

- Buy your own ammunition, don't forget who you're working for!

-They should have given me a more spacious van, - Vladimir grumbled, before reviewing the information about these "individuals" in the database. If there's nothing there, he'll contact them via the communication channel and ask the following questions: why is it necessary to transport them? What are their names? Do they know that they need to be transported and why? Is their exact location within the building known? Is there a specific, safe location preferred for their transportation?

1. The organization has a personal interest in ensuring that these two survive the day. Details are not specified.
2. Their names are Ayren Haste and Mara Schiller. The file also contains all known information about them: abilities, known past, current place of work, and the location of the microchip on the tracking map.
3. They are unaware of the situation and are currently undergoing treatment.
4. Ayren Haste: fourth floor of the medical unit, room number 12.
Mara Schiller: fifth floor of the medical unit, room number 2.
5. Transport them 5 km away from the clinic, and then call someone from the organization to pick them up.

I'll be away for a while, don't lose touch.

Arnold Aldersheim


(image to show his face. It doesn't negate Nebka's art)

Continued:

Arnold took his appointment as the leader of the "Mist" squad very seriously. The leadership made a wise choice, but they couldn't have foreseen everything.
A person (or so they thought) participated in the operation, whose far-reaching plans extended beyond this single mission. He turned out to be an unforeseen factor for TT. Before departing on the assignment, Aldersheim gave instructions to the squad members and tried to anticipate the tactics and strategies they would need to employ. He addressed each operative individually to learn about their capabilities and try to maximize their use in the area of operations.
-- Zuter! -- Arnold scrutinized this member of the operation from head to toe. -- You don't seem too worried about getting into debt, do you? Your equipment cost the corporation more than anything else.
-- Perhaps, -- this character was quite laconic in his response. Arnold didn't like him right away, not even during their first meeting. But now, they needed to work together, at least for this operation. It was vitally important.
-- What can you do? What am I dealing with?
-- Everything, -- Zuter found the conversation tedious and made it clear that Arnold meant nothing to him. -- But I must warn you immediately: I don't take orders.
-- I've never been very organized either. But since I've been appointed your commander, please do as you're told. Or at least pretend to. Please.
-- No, -- Ernst walked away from his interlocutor.
-- Don't walk away when I'm talking to you! -- Arnold rushed after Zuter, who ignored his last words completely, and grabbed him by the arm, but he knocked the other man down, broke free, and ended up behind him. The freeman did not expect such a display of strength; this strange type seemed somewhat weaker...
Aldersheim got up.
-- I don't understand why I'm bothering with you. You know, I will be watching you closely. You seem like just some kind of psycho, but you're hiding something, and I won't miss it, mark my words.
-- Is that so? -- Zuter smiled slightly. -- And what have I done to deserve your displeasure? Perhaps we simply misunderstood each other. Maybe we can come to an understanding if you look at the world... through my eyes.
With these words, Ernst vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, there was some device on Arnold's neck. A liquid was quickly injected into his vein and dissolved in his body.
-- What did you do?
-- Nothing much. Just found myself a new lab rat.
-- You're crazy, -- Arnold sharply pushed this weirdo away and went about his business. He needed to continue preparing for the operation...

Already on the gangway, entering the aircraft, Arnold suddenly felt dizzy. Trying to fight it off, he continued to climb, but suddenly lost consciousness and fell down the gangway. The armor clattered loudly against the runway, and TT personnel ran up to him.
-- Looks like he's not flying.
-- We need a doctor.

Arnold didn't leave his room at the hotel. The doctors just threw up their hands.
-- Is it hopeless?
-- Not really. On the contrary, he is as healthy as an ox, and with every hour he gets healthier. It's unclear what happened to him then. Perhaps overexertion?
-- So, he's okay?
-- Only a strange round mark on his neck, as if from a thick power cable or something... But that's hardly fatal.
And, no matter what the doctors said, Arnold felt worse with each passing hour. Suddenly, he noticed that he hadn't opened the shutters on the windows; light had not entered his private apartments for two days now. He immediately did so, but the bright sunlight instantly caused burns on his hands and face. Arnold closed the shutters as quickly as he could and caught his breath. "What's happening to me?!"

In his dream, he saw Nox. He beckoned to him, whispered in his ear...
-- What do you want from me? Go away!
In response -- only whispering. And then Zuter appeared. The freeman didn't see him, but he felt his breath, like before, right before that strange thing was placed on his neck...
-- Get out of here!
He felt like he was going crazy. And then... the Emperor appeared. He drove away the evil visions, and Arnold woke up.
-- Thank you, Emperor, for saving your faithful servant!
And although faith in the Emperor helped Arnold preserve his sanity, he felt that his body had changed and was no longer what it used to be. There was no doubt: the scoundrel Zuter was a vampire, and now he had become one too. Sunlight became deadly to him, and his body became stronger than he could have imagined. Now he is a monster. But that doesn't matter. He will remain forever loyal to the Emperor, and the creature that did this to him does not deserve to live. As well as everyone from his kind. However... he shouldn't lose his mind. Zuter turned him into a vampire; maybe he can reverse everything? The bloodsucker didn't know that Aldersheim was an Ataraxian; he probably expected the newly converted vampire to completely submit to him, but now he would have to deal with what he himself created. And if he tries not to give him the cure...
Arnold looked at his watch. How much time had passed since he collapsed? Well, it was time to act. The Atarxian put on his full armor and covered his eye without an implant with a black bandage: sunlight should not touch his body. Only then could he avoid the day and not become a servant of darkness. The vampire will pay!

Arnold cautiously left his room. Being a recluse wasn't very pleasant. Well... Now he needed to go to Jonathan and ask where the "Shadow" operatives were currently located. "Hopefully, they haven't received a new assignment yet." He headed towards Brown.

Ramzan took the pistol, nodded with grim determination, looked at Wenling one last time, and headed for the door. As he descended the steps, he said to Wenling: "I don't like this, but a job is a job. I'll grab... the bags. Meet me in the parking lot." And he went to get the bags for the bodies and then meet Wenling in the parking lot.