As soon as the meeting was over, Belladolfia again closed the whole circle on herself. Say, he will personally check the statistics of the department and some significant reports, such as the incident at Troddespecfo. Well, the geothermal station refused, well, the volcano woke up. The main thing is that it happened AFTER the tests. The facilities were successfully transferred to the new complex even before the incident.

After the meeting, Belladolfia went straight to Lissandra. The dress code doesn't match, you see. Lissandra really wanted to strangle her on the spot, but this was not included in the list of duties.

“And one more thing,” Belladolphia paused and looked expressively at Lissandra. "Evidence from the crashed spacecraft expertise. From the case of the tuner, how is he there?"

“That's right,” Lissandra replied. "The Adjuster case."

“That’s a fucking name,” Belladolfia admitted. "Don't mention him again. All KLA examinations are required for me."

"Originals?"

“Don't ask stupid questions,” Belladolfia advised. "Exclusively originals. Don't even try to put copies under my nose. I know your department, a bum on a bum. You are all on my pencil."

"It's all?" Lissandra asked. "I can go?"

"Not yet. Are you so poor that you can't afford blue and black clothes?"

Lissandra said nothing.

"Be silent?" Belladolphia narrowed her eyes. "It's good. So you think. Think about my words, Miss Raiglaff. You can go far if you listen to smart people. The sooner the better for you."

With that, Belladolphia departed. Lissandra did not look after her, but quickly returned to her office.

FROM: Saffron Tyrrs

TO: Lissandra Raiglaff

THEME: Non-standard security protocols

In connection with the update of the safety level at the planetary facility to non-standard values, I ask you to come to the territory of the EFIR test complex for a full certification with entry into the protocol.

Believe me, you have never encountered anything like this before. Historical moment.

If soaked in caffeine, then you can make it. They want to demonstrate something, damned scientists...

FROM: Gorglaf Labriozzi

TO: Lissandra Raiglaff

THEME: Emergency on the island

Dear Lissandra.

Do you remember how you complained about the local climate? I admit it was cold then. The planet is not ice.

Let me inform you that this is over. The volcano did explode, most of the laboratories went to zero in terms of costs.

I was lucky - I was in the field team. Conducted electromagnetic measurements on the continental coast. Can you imagine this? Just a miracle of God. That's how atheists end up.

Frankly, the project is too insignificant, the budget is small, they saved on this and that. According to the records, it appears that the automatic control system of the power plant has welled up. The saddest thing is that most of the people who potentially influenced her (negatively) are now dead.

If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

Can you visit us?

I have a whole list of candidates whose relatives will pay compensation for all this bedlam. Personally, I would choose the most affluent, but this requires a subtle approach.

If everything works out, compensation payments will cover the costs of Reisterrschofft for the reconstruction and functional renovation of the complex. Maybe even more.

Give a hint to the board of directors.

Gorglaf was so close to stopping bothering me. Just think about it! Well, who knows? Maybe by my arrival it will be successfully crushed by a mountain avalanche.

FROM: MVZ

TO: Lissandra Raiglaff

THEME: Incident number 18

SECRET!

During the transportation of products of the chemical complex, 395 copies of "HELPERALPHA" were lost.

The PHC transportation process took 43 hours, including loading and unloading. The transportation was carried out on the planetary air line ALP-72.

An internal audit did not reveal any irregularities on the part of the transport personnel.

Due to the inadmissibility of such incidents in the future, I demand:

a) Conduct a comprehensive investigation of the incident;

b) Provide the results of the investigation in person to the acting. director of the complex "Keyzuol", Mirsing Volgaan-Zioniev.

Sixth in a month. Some of the pilots are eating hundreds of these pills? Or throws off along the way, which is more likely.

Lissandra has already come up with a long-overdue solution to the problem: the installation of video surveillance equipment in all compartments of the spacecraft. Mirsing rejected it, citing the inadmissibility of delaying deliveries during the conversion of the spacecraft. And something else ... The cost of installing video cameras? Sounds funny.

Lissandra laughed all night.

"As you said?" Volgaan-Zioniev asked. "Two thousand, uh..."

“Two thousand one hundred twenty-three packages,” Lissandra confirmed. "Per month."

"Mmm, yeah. Wait, did you say "packing"?"

Mirsing stared at Lissandra in surprise. The old man's face was beaming with anticipation. It was no longer the director of the Reisterrschofft chemical product complex. At the moment, an evil teacher was sitting opposite Lissandra, who caught his student on a mistake.

Lissandra for some time silently watched the metamorphoses of Volgaan-Zioniev's muzzle. The elderly man was all agitated, devouring Lissandra's eyes and preparing to devour the lead analyst of the investigation department with giblets. The latter mentally made up the approximate composition of the report on the complete incompetence of the director of the Keizuol complex.

"What did you hear? asked Lissandra, having seen enough.

"I heard the "packages", miss ... How are you there?"

"Mister Missing."

"Mir-sing!" corrected Volgaan-Zioniev.

"Do you confirm the refusal to install video surveillance for the KLA?"

"What?"

Mirsing Volgaan-Zioniev thought hard. There was some reason, unknown to Lissandra, why the elderly senile remained at the post of director of the complex for the last twenty years.

"Sure!" he exclaimed. "Of course, I refuse it! It was not enough to spy on our own employees yet."

"The reason?" asked Lissandra.

"What other reason?" Volgaan-Zioniev was surprised. "What, my words are not enough for you? I want you to..."

The old man burst into a fit of coughing.

“I want the Investigation Department to tackle this egregious problem. And I do not need questions, confirmation ... I demand a result!"

Lissandra didn't argue.

On the way from the Keywal complex, all electronics suddenly failed for no apparent reason. KLA buried its nose in a dense foggy field.

Lissandra lay for some time with her eyes closed, waiting for the return of the vestibular apparatus to such a familiar state. After making sure that all means of communication were not working, she went into the thick of the fog.

At some point, Lissandra imagined voices. Lissandra, tired of the long flight, made an attempt to attract attention:

"Hey! Is anybody here?"

In response, a dozen purple lightning bolts flew in from the fog to help Lissandra through. The purple tracers of the 5mm automatic blaster hung in the air for a few seconds and then evaporated.

Lissandra wheezed a little longer. And when her death throes ended, footsteps rang out nearby ...

"And she is good, this redhairy."

"An ordinary office slut. Such will never run out. And even a redhair. Damn vixen."

"Do you know her?"

"Of course I know. Lissandra... Rainhard? Redmuff? Deadluff?"

“They will be looking for her. They will find her."

"Shall we inform ther?"

"We will."

"We shouldn't forget about the control in the head, brother dear."

"I agree, sister mine."