It was also strange that when the summoning toys were given out, people seemed to pretend that they were awake, but still they left surprised.
There was one last hope. The Chukchi could help the defenders win the battle by transporting them to Alaska. There, Professor Jekyll waited for instructions from the main Department, but there was no signal from the Institute. However, the seven adequate fighters tried to return the truth to the world, which happened slowly and almost unsuccessfully, but they hoped for victory, even if they did not consciously accelerate the process. Soon, a gray haze began to appear in the distance - there were residential huts. And if someone is burning a fire, it means for sure to keep warm. By all indications, it was a live station. Border guards tried to stop the train, but the tracks were slippery with rain and mud. Finally, the vehicle stopped. The Communists got out of the cars, and the head of the patrol carefully examined the faces and clothing of the newcomers.
- We are from the Ryazan region.
For some reason, the guards believed in the excuses, and the Communist soldiers joined the owners of the outskirts.
Even more surprising was that the road to Alaska was almost impassable, since the ice on the Bering Strait had recently become stronger again, and it was necessary to break a thick layer with the help of an icebreaker. I had to stay and wait until someone got ready to go to their family.
Soon the RAID was cleared, the way was clear. Vsevolod Prokhorov, Sergei Vasiliev, Alexey Logger, Yakov Pirogov and Nikolai Fyodorov put their belongings in the fishing boat, went on deck, and threw away the cables. The ship started moving. Cold waves were rolling in from all sides, and it was difficult to navigate. Fortunately, there was an automatic crowbar inside the hull. When he found solid ice, he scraped it down to the smallest parts.
Two days later, the soldiers reached the coast of Alaska, went on land, and examined the area. The snow was thicker here than in Russia.
Despite this, the soldiers went on, and soon saw the walls of a stone fence ending in a metal gate. You could see the courtyard through the grid squares. The red army men agreed on a further plan, Fyodorov knocked on the door, waited until someone came up, and noticing the approaching figures of people, repeated his actions.
In the research Institute, in the branch, the scientific people were busy with analysis and planning. Suddenly, there were messages about a cyclone that could erase all settings, delete the system, and disassemble all the buildings in an unknown way.
They started updating the software, but the wind picked up to the "70 percent" mark and the network disappeared. Restarting devices could go into "Wait" mode. Otherwise, the entire project would become a point in the plan.
In offline mode, tasks were still being rearranged. Daniel Righton was repairing hydraulic drives, and Anderson Tells was revising a program that could independently change assignments for the entire main lab. It was necessary to restore the life of the entire planet to its former form.
"Daniel, you could have twisted and soldered these two wires. The cord is needed to supply power to the fan. Then the system unit overheated, and there is no replacement.
"Very well, Professor.
Then the plan was implemented more successfully, as the work in the group brought benefits. If they didn't conspire, then a single vigil could reduce the chance of winning. Ronald Bowen was unable to install a self-contained generator, and so everyone believed in luck.
Part 2. Chapter 3.
It seemed that another hour would pass, and the entire Institute would fall before the strong wind. It was so difficult to contain the power that the scientists were able to christen themselves.
Everyone involved in the campaign decided that Henry Jekyll could help if he decided to start the alpha-trance machine again. Many spoke of failure, but still tried to repair the equipment.
After a while, the scientists helped the newly arrived allies warm their limbs. After tea, Loggers explained the purpose of the visit. It turned out that the professors and the quintet were solving the same problem - saving all the creatures from Armageddon. The scientific team took turns telling their thoughts and memories - how to do it and what they did, the Communists also told about their adventures. After an hour, the group had some ideas.
On the walls of the Institute hung collections of clocks, portraits of famous scientists from the field of natural Sciences, candlesticks and lamps, vases with rare medicinal plants stood in the corners. The soldiers also noticed that the building has two buildings, and between them there are passages and a common part. As if a giant hand parted parallel each other.
One building was clean and habitable, the other looked run-down and mysterious. Daniel Righton went into the quiet area and found the door closed. With considerable effort, he opened the doors and stepped into the corridor. The rooms were numbered in rows, inviting the young man's interest in their secrets. In one of them, the furniture and other things were left covered with oilcloth and plastic. Here, too, you can find mechanical gadgets, wires and technical devices, but in order not to create a clean-up in this forgotten place, the student preferred to go out and close everything as it was. Later, the graduate student asked the curator why no one wanted to work there. However, his words caused the professors to take away some useful objects and transfer them to the physics laboratory.
Then came the preparation and testing of the new device, Water gurgled in a pair of reservoir cylinders, a spray gun sprayed liquid, a fan slowly dispersed the drug, and batteries, strung together by wires, gathered electric current. In addition, strange vibrations came from audio speakers. The sound waves spread everywhere, and it seemed that magic would help all living things. Wake up from oblivion and hypnosis. In fact, it was slow but successful. Soon everyone was awake.
Part 2. Chapter 4.
Patrick left the room, he left the apartment. He left the city and the country. He didn't hear it or forget it, I don't know, but many of his letters and messages from him, after our conversation, made me read everything that was on the coffee table and in the workplace. I was surprised again. He wrote about the mountains and the rocks on which he had stood the previous day, early in the morning. This large text was the remains of his adventures. He greeted me. Whatever it is, it will be better than after.
I read several of his letters. He was ill. He talks about his travels on yellowed paper. Time was not pure by anyone. When he climbed the highest cliffs, he liked to look at the scenery that appeared before him as he climbed the steps. He added photographs, created after the authorization changes. I liked the writing style. I decided to answer his big dreams of his favorite cafe "on top" in the lowlands of Australia.
I thought it might be if some people don't like it when someone points them out for their mistakes and tells them what to do. They just get angry and swear. You can lose your free time and go empty-handed to a clean place. Fee for the peace of lights, you can be wary of any place.
How I don't want to change myself, how little kindness I see on people's faces. I do this to behave well while looking at the climbs, so I want to wait for a solution, which is why I like the black color.
Visions... He did the following, Recalling other tips: "I go alone to the early lights, what will there be, I don't know the kindness of all the nights."