POV Vivaldi

Some old guy, former policeman was sniffing around us. We were able to outsmart him. Thanks to using [Will resonance], we got info where he would go and when. We trapped him with simple big branch on road ambush. Him and his driver.

Our only concern was, if they would stop car after crash or not. They stopped. Driver seemed to got some heavy injury in head. We enclosed them in metal cage previously known as car with sonic boom blows.

Old man saw us, tried to talk to us, but could do nothing. I was pretty sure, I harm his leg with one of sonic blows to the doors. He probably thought, that I would try to do something and blocked doors with his legs.

We were able to push car over into pond. Then we went back to road, cleaned it up and left. Would they be able to survive? I thought, that it was unlikely. They had enough time to call someone by phone and report what has happened. Even if they were lucky and car didn’t sink completely, warning would be pass to them and somebody who was behind them.

We drove to hidden house. We wanted to see, who was trying to get us. We went back to pond three hours later. There was nobody there. I expected police forces and restricted area around pond. We saw part of car’s roof over water. Kirk swam to see if bodies were inside. There was chance that two of them died before they informed anyone. Wreck was empty of bodies.

My hunter instincts screamed at me, that we screwed wrong screws.

-= We should leave. – I said to Kirk.

-= To the hidden house? – Half asked half stated Kirk.

-= No. Leave this whole area. Move to other part of Poland.

-= Why?

Kirk was good companion, but he lacked vision.

-= They didn’t call police. If they did, we would know with what we are dealing. Someone else is hunting for us. Maybe Devas, maybe Diana, maybe other force. We shouldn’t act as sitting ducks in either case.

-= I liked living here.

He was kind of stupid. I liked living here too, it changed nothing. Someone was closing on us.

POV retired policeman

Local big fish from police forces was really, really angry after he was informed what happened to us. He came for us with almost all local police forces, when we waited by the pond.

Medics came earlier and took care of my shattered leg and my companion.

I told him, what has happened and how we were saved. It made him even more angry. He took lead of following actions personally.

He backed off all police forces. He contacted border guards. He made ambush of his own.

Few words need to be said about border guards on east border of Poland. It’s kind of elite force. They are elites not because best of the best are chosen to join them. People who are chosen are very good, requirements are high, higher than to police or ordinary military. They are elites, because Russia have secret pact with Germany. Between Poland and Russia is wall of smaller countries. One of them is White Russia, which is under almost total influence of Russia. They send migrants through border with White Russia. It’s even hard to say that they are migrants. It’s enough for German controlled politicians to attack Poland in European Parliament, that we are breaking some human rights by blocking border from people that are Russian spies mostly. They are, because when guards catch them, they don’t even try to apply for asylum, they want to go back to White Russia. But politics is not the point here. Border guards are under constant pressure from east. It’s not like normal army, that waits for conflict and then is checked, if it works good enough. Border guards have hands full of work on daily basis. They don’t shot people, but they develop better ways of catching illegal Russian inspired hybrid warfare.

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So, when culprits came back to the pond we saw all they were doing from mobile surveillance center. We even heard them talking at the pond.

POV Diana

I watched from afar as they hurt Adam. He was used and I had no place for him either. He was loser. Magic abilities could be freely used against possessed, if they didn’t kill them. It told me from inside, that with his growth we would be able to torture them out of theirs secrets of magic. Our magic, when we would develop it, would be different, stronger. For the time being physical superiority was more important, as they couldn’t catch to us.

They didn’t catch me, but they were close. I needed to change my place. I didn’t like that sect anyway. I needed something more sinister to feel good. I decided to have parting talk with one or two people before I would left. Ahriman’s seed needed at least one dish on parting dinner.

I found one interesting sect info, The family international. It had abysmal numbers in Poland, some few hundreds of followers, but it looked good enough. They didn’t stop from using sex as weapon. They believed in end of the world. They treat people in humiliating ways. It seemed too perfect to be true. I smiled and licked my lips. It would be wicked enough, I thought.

POV Bear

I watched Cocaine Bear. It was fucking comedy movie. Everything was getting on my nerves lately. Hail stopped any forms of contact with me. Vivaldi was silent. After we parted ways with Legibot I didn’t have any contacts with hosts.

After I contacted Unlimited Devas, they said, that our deal for selling would be respected, but didn’t want to talk with me either.

I felt as someone fucked me up, while I was sleeping. I had pain in my anus, but I didn’t understand how it came to be. I was sure Sith was somehow related to that situation.

I couldn’t sit down and calm down. I stored some meat in my pantry. I had some money, so I decided to search ways to get some serious weapons. Russian war was over next block and Russians were known to be able to sell everything, they could, balls included. I just needed to pass through borders or pay enough, that they would come to me in secret.

My earlier plans failed. I was pariah. I saw Beria and Legibot, but they were even more pariahs than me. Did I even have chance to rise in Poland? I could live here comfortably for some time. Probably till someone would find out, that former prisoners were missing. But then? Maybe it was better to become chief of some tribe on ends of the world. Or maybe Russia would crumble and I could go there and I would take part of corrupted empire. I dreamed dreams of greatness, dreams of glory. First step was to create contacts with deranged Russian soldiers.

POV Kirk

Vivaldi taught me much. I felt, that he was great man. He was born hunter. He always have way out of slimy situation. But then I saw his weakness.

He was afraid of some old man, that barely avoided demise. Was that my hero, my ideal? Why was he afraid of someone so insignificant? We had sonic boom technique and could destroy anyone in direct confrontation.

When he told me, that we should leave that area of Poland, I didn’t protest. I just thought, that I should go in different direction, than him. He wanted to go to Dark River city (Elbląg) near Baltic sea. I wanted to go all way to the west, to area near Shield city (Szczecin).

Preparation took some time as we couldn’t transport both bio-stones together. I had some old off-road car, that needed to be exchange on some better model. We were in contact quite often during journey. I just called him, when I was driving through Osterode (Ostróda), and told him, that I was followed. I went straight to the west. He even told me to stop calling him for few days. He was so naive. I couldn’t believe he become my master.

POV Beria

There were some discussions in leftist society to take away squat from me. It seemed, that I wasn’t likeable character for some higher ups. They were changing weight in leftist politics from close to Russia, to close to China, as Russia became vassal of China more and more. I was gathering radical people around myself, that thought, that maybe Russia went as shit into sewage, but old Russian ideals were worth cultivating.

We heard, that one squat was full of people and we needed to share some place. I and my two trusted companions went there one night and cut some free space there. I had three bodies in fridge since then. I wasn’t complaining.

Cold war in leftist society started since then. My squat was called cursed squat, but we all, radicals, were feeling somewhat cursed, so it didn’t stop others from coming. I was called Russian socks officially. I didn’t care, I was Russian socks. They couldn’t hurt me that way.

They started to using institutions, they had some influence in. I got inspection from fire brigade and local official. Luckily Legibot supported me in secret and I could show papers, that everything was all right. I needed to pay bills as my squat didn’t belong to supported non-government organization anymore. Those who stayed with me, become closer and harder as we were fighting against that way of bullying. I even shared some of my secrets with trusted ones. I waited for my turn to trade blows.

In the past, I read about national socialists revolution in Russia. I didn’t understand, when writer stated, that biggest hatred was among close by ideals parties, that fought for political power. That time I understood, what it was about. It hurt much more, when you were rejected by people, you thought, could be your allies, than attacked by obvious political opponents.

I was calm. History showed each and every time, that winners of national socialist revolutions were always most radical of parties. I just needed to survive long enough. They wanted to destroy me before parliamentary elections. I could endure much longer.