Chapter 11 - Eda

Jack left the brothel and looked around for transport.

Noticing a couple of cars that were taxiing, Jack went to the side of his acquaintance, who habitually sat on the threshold of a ruined house and fed the pigeons with a kind smile.

Hiro quickly saw Jack, and his smile became more joyous - Hi, good to see you.

- Mutually. - Jack nodded and looked at the pigeons that climbed into Hiro's hands for more - I see you bought more bread this time.

- Yes, your money is not wasted. - He said responsibly with a serious face, which looked pretty funny - If they knew how to speak, they would certainly thank you.

- Yeah. - Jack answered distantly, withdrawing into himself. His defocused gaze looked at Hiro and pondered some of the details. Why not? Perhaps something good will come of it, while there are still no options ... "

After thinking it over, Jack smiled - Listen, do you want to work?

- Work? Hiro raised his head in surprise. "It would be nice." What should be done? What to attribute? Move? Run somewhere?

- Stop, stop, stop! - Jack raised his hands, surprised by the ardor of the guy - This work will be constant and very dirty, it is better not to take on it if you are squeamish, like me.

Hiro tilted his head in disbelief. "Disgusting?" What is it like?

Jack thought for a moment and replied - Well ~ uh, this is when you are disgusted with all kinds of dirt ...

Hiro's face beamed with joy - Then I'm not squeamish. What kind of work?

- Cleaner. You will clean the rooms in this brothel, and I will pay you for it. The work is not easy, but I promise that I will not offend with money.

- I agree! Hiro said happily.

In the meantime, Jack solved the problem with the janitor, but his conscience gnawed at him a little - "God, I suggest that he clean up all sorts of rubbish in the brothel for money, and he is so happy ... As if I use him ..."

- "This work will have to be done anyway, Jack." - Gunter threw up his hands - "Besides, you said that you will not offend him with money."

- "You're right ..." - Jack nodded mentally, although the unpleasant feelings about this did not go away - Good. If you agree, then go to the brothel and tell him that Jack accepted you as a janitor. They will give you everything and tell you the details. I'll have to work alone for now, but I'll try to find someone else for you to work in shifts.

It was clear that Hiro did not understand even half of what was said, but he still smiled happily and trustingly, nodding - Of course, boss.

Then his smile faded slightly - This is ... Boss ... now we can't be friends ...

- BUT? - Jack was surprised

Hiro clasped his palms awkwardly - Well ... I wanted to invite you to become friends, but now you are my boss, and I heard that there can be no friendship between employees and the boss ...

Jack smiled like a friend and patted Hiro on the shoulder - Never mind, we'll figure something out.

Hiro stared into Jack's eyes in surprise. "So ... I can consider you ... a friend?"

Jack chuckled and nodded. "Yes, you can, but don't think it will help you shirk work."

Hiro smiled happily and straightened up, caricatured saluted like a soldier - I won't let the boss down! Getting started on duty now! - he finished, threw the rest of the bread crumbs to the pigeons, and ran towards the brothel

Jack followed him with a warm gaze and walked towards the taxi cars - "Here is my first friend ..." - Jack thought with a smile.

He understood that Hiro was far from a normal person and not quite equal to him in intelligence. In essence, this is tantamount to the friendship of an almost-adult with a smart eight-year-old child. It might even look pathetic, some might even think it flawed, but he was not worried about it. Hiro was a very nice person and he more than deserved friendship.

Approaching the car, Jack tapped on the glass with his index finger.

Inside was a thin man in his forties. Dark glasses, messy brown hair, stubble. A typical representative of Ruanapur

The glass went down, and he said with a question - Yes?

- Are you taxing, friend?

- It's clear. - the little man nodded - Where do you want?

- Church of Violence.

- Five bucks. - the little man immediately answered

- Expensive. - Jack raised his eyebrows - I'll go ask the others.

- Hey, hey, let's get together for three. - Quickly said the little man - And only because I like you, guy.

Jack smiled - So it goes.

...

- We've arrived. - said the little man, stopping not far from the Church - Here it is.

- Here you go.

- Yeah.

- Oh yes, I still have to come back. If you want, you can wait, I won't belong.

The peasant straightened his glasses and said - Dokin 'another dollar, and for a four I will wait for a little for you and take you back.

- It goes. - Jack nodded and got out of the car

A church appeared from behind the trees. The building was solid and even beautiful. It can be seen that he is well watched.

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Walking down the alley, Jack looked around. Many nuns and monks went about their business. They carried sacks, cleaned up, mowed the lawn ... and flashed with guns.

They all watched Jack out of the corner of their eye, and he felt it - "How tense ..."

- "Relax." - folded his arms on his chest, O'Dim

- "Yeah. Relax here. " - Jack answered him and went to the door of the church, knocked

- I'm coming. - a lazy female voice sounded - Well, and the fireman, who was pinned here in such weather ... - there was a boom next to the door

Jack smiled awkwardly because he heard everything perfectly

The door opened abruptly and a beautiful thirty-year-old nun with a lazy expression appeared on the threshold. Blond hair peeked out from under the apostle, disinterested blue eyes looked at Jack through pink lenses of glasses. - What do you want?

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- Is this the Church of Violence? I understand correctly? - smiling awkwardly, said Jack.

- Yeah. - answered the nun, and then as if she remembered something - That is, we are not a church of violence. How can the church be associated with violence? Isn't that blasphemy?

- I don't know, the locals told me so ... - Jack threw up his hands

- Again, rumors spread throughout the city. - she shook her head - Okay, so why did you come.

Jack said shortly - Bullets. - and then added - They say you have the best quality.

- Ah, they say correctly, I'll tell you. - nodded the nun - Okay, come in. - she answered, opening the door wider

- Okay, sister. - Jack nodded as he walked inside

- Eh, come on without it. Call me Ed. - Eda said after

- Okay, Eda. - Jack nodded.

- That's better. - said Ed, passing by Jack - Follow me.

Jack followed the woman and soon found himself in a large, cool room. Everything was there: weapons, cartridges, grenades. His eyes just darted.

- So what is your caliber?

- Like 45 ACP. - he answered slightly hesitantly.

- Like? Ed raised an eyebrow.

- Now. - Jack said and pulled out a gun - Here at him.

What Jack didn't notice was that Eda tensed at that moment and had already put her hand on her pistol. - Not local, huh? - Eda asked with a sigh - Although I should have already guessed ...

- Not. I recently came here. - Jack smiled awkwardly, realizing that he had just done some nonsense. Then he added - Balalaika took me under her wing, for which I am immensely grateful to her.

Jack added this in the hopes that it would smooth out some corners.

- Oh, not bad, you're in luck, boy. - Eda nodded slightly, showing that she was a little impressed - Okay, yes, you are forty-fifth. - Eda pointed to Jack's pistol - This old, but reliable guy feeds exactly on the forty-fifth. How many packs?

- And how many cartridges are in the pack?

- Fifty.

- Then, come on, three packs.

- Okay. - Eda nodded and took out three packs - From you a hundred.

- "Not cheap." - Jack estimated, holding out the money - Take it.

Eda took the bill and examined it, redistributing the cartridges to Jack - Here you go.

Taking the cartridges, he remarked with surprise - "Weighty. You can't carry a lot with you. "

- Okay, let's go see you. - Eda said and gestured to follow her

Jack nodded and followed the woman

- Honestly, I can't believe that you were able to break into the Balalaika gang. - Eda said, clearly counting on the dialogue

- Yes, I'm not a fighter jet. - Jack nodded - However, my skills as a translator were useful to the boss.

- Here's how. Clear. And how do you like Balalaika?

When Eda asked this seemingly ordinary minor question, Jack remembered that she worked for the CIA.

- Eh, well, I can't answer that question. I hardly spoke to the boss. But she creates the image of an intelligent, strong, and determined woman.

- Here's how. - Eda answered, going to the front door - Well, you come back if you want to turn to God or buy something. As you can see, we have something to trade.

- I'll take note. - Jack smiled and nodded, said - Goodbye, Ed.

The nun nodded and closed the door behind her, and Jack quickly walked to the taxi driver.

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Meanwhile, Beatrice was rushing about her room, holding the phone with a displeased face - So, you will do it ?!

A pitying timid voice was heard in the receiver - No, lady.

- Why, pig? Tell me. She said sternly and displeased, touching her bandaged nose with extreme displeasure

"I used my connections and found out about this Jack. He's here just recently. Appeared like a devil out of a snuffbox.

- And ?!

"Madam, he's a Balalaika man.

- What?! - Beatrice was surprised - You are not lying to me now, piece of shit?

- No no! He's a Balalaika man! Madam, I could have slapped the past manager, but it won't work. The risk is too great.

- Heck! - Beatrice said sharply with annoyance and anger, kicking her bed with all her might - Damn, damn, damn!

Pulling herself together, she said - So, you mean to say that you are going to ignore the fact that your Goddess was kicked off by some pig?

- N-no ...

- And what is it, dog ?!

- Madam, wait for a little and I'll arrange everything!

- What will you arrange !?

- If this Jack disappears now, then it will immediately be connected to you, Lady! Wait two or three months and I will do everything!

Beatrice clenched her hand into a fist and tried to calm down - Three months. I'm giving you exactly three months, piggy. If you fail, I will crush your small pathetic balls with my heel, do you understand me ?!

- Yes, yes Mistress!

Beatrice hung up and threw the phone on the bed - I won't just leave it. The woman whispered to herself with anger