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Mikolaj Roznerski, each of the books in this part is dedicated to you and only you!

But this particular part is also dedicated to Dawko (Lewis Dawkins).

***

Cornelius Kaminski and Adrianna Novakovska froze on the roof.

— Well, did he send the payment?—Adrianna asked.

— Not yet. When he does, you take on five, and I'll take on those eight.—Cornelius looked through the scope.— Oh, there are nine of them. —

— Unfair!—Adrianna sighed.—You should have given me at least one more...—

— The trajectory does not allow.— Cornelius heard a vibration.— Fire.—

Tiny charges whizzed through the air, resembling ticks.

— Very clever...—Adrianna reloaded her weapon.— Did you hit all of them?—

Cornelius turned on the tablet.

— Yes. Let's go!— He said.

They run along the other side of the roof of the house and jump down onto the roof of the car.

The black cloud created by Cornelius gently lowers them to the ground.

— Guys! He sent the money!—Kirby said softly over the phone.

— Write to him that the job is done.—Cornelius said.— And now it's time for us to relax...—He added, turning to Adrianna.

— I agree...— his beloved answered him.

***

Ten minutes later they were standing on the roof of their American house.

The best thing about the whole house in Florida was this roof: from it it seemed as if you were standing on top of the whole world.

Cornelius came with two large cups of coffee and sat down at the table next to Adrianna.

— I don't think I'll ever be able to look at you enough...— The girl said.

— Very often I have a similar thought...—Cornelius put the mugs on the table and suddenly touched something in his pocket.— Adrianna... I should have done this a long time ago. Time will pass me by and if we combine our lives, you and I will be together forever. I know that we can be eternal... Adrianna, you have been the meaning of my life since I came to this planet. And I want to ask you: Will you marry me?—He landed on one knee.

— Cornelius...—Adrianna froze.— Yes, my love, yes! —

***

Kirby was cooking lunch with Adrianna while Cornelius was assembling a new sofa.

The last sofa in this house was blown to pieces after another release of animateria.

— A beautiful ring.—Kirby said softly to his older sister.— And I was wondering when it would finally happen!—

— Yes... It almost happened to us many years ago.—Adrianna said.—But now we're going to be together forever. Nothing will separate us. I'd like to see Ryan's face when we tell him about this..—

— What will you tell me about?—A slightly high—pitched voice sounded behind him.

Adrianna turned around, smiling.

— Ryan!—

***

— I was hoping that it would come.—Ryan said.— It's so weird... You haven't changed after all these years.—

— It's like you've changed! He's still the same, he looks even younger. It's boring here in America without you...—Adrianna looked at her foster father with a certain amount of love. If Adrianna hadn't had Cornelius, they would have been together for sure.

And Cornelius is like a wonderful disease. Or madness. And no matter how much love for Cornelius burned in Adrianna's heart, it always seemed that this was not enough.

It was as if the lover had become Adrianna's fetish.

— And whose Hummer Jeep is parked in front of your house? I haven't seen them in ages! Although no, probably less than a hundred...—Ryan said, glancing out the window.

Cornelius listened.

— Darek!—Cornelius softly pronounced the name of his younger brother and rushed out into the street.

For Dariusz Kaminski, too, time seemed to stand still. Since the younger Kaminsky gained the power of the silver star, only a small streak of gray in his hair was the only change in appearance.

The fact that time didn't matter to Darek and Cornelius now was understandable - their superpowers gave them a long (and maybe eternal!) youth. Of course, they used (or rather, Cornelius used!) their power on them. But...

Some things are just impossible to explain.

— Cornelius, do you have time now? If not, I won't even explain what's the matter...—Dariusz said, leaning against the wall.

— We've just finished a case. And why should I be busy? I'm always free for you, Darek.—Cornelius took the coffee off the fire.—So what did you want to talk to me about?—

— They're transporting the bomb next week. The same guys as Mariusz were also from this strange acronym K. I. L. L. Enrique and I were never able to find out what it still means.… Will you come with me to take the bomb away from them? Considering how much "good" Mariusz has done to us, these are unlikely to be better. And, they're going to blow up the asteroid belt. There's a spatial tunnel out there somewhere...—Darek sighed.— And without it, if we want to, or rather, if we can find a chance, we will not fly home...—

— Well... yes...—Cornelius buried his fingers in his disheveled hair and scratched his head.— When are you going? —

— We can do it right now.—Darek cheered up noticeably.

***

— Kirby, Ryan, are you going back to Poland or are you staying here for now?—Cornelius asked.

— We're going and it's not up for discussion...—Ryan turned around.— Darek, stop this manipulation of your hair! The scissors are new!—

Dariusz was just about to cut off a lock of gray hair.

— Don't, Dariusz!— Cornelius took the scissors from his younger brother.— It will end the same way — the scissors will break, but the gray hair will remain.—

Darek looked in the mirror. He loves his strength, but for some reason he doesn't like gray hair. For some reason, he doesn't like it…

— Some kind of sacrifice is always needed… But I don't like gray hair...—He ran the comb through his hair a few more times and moved away from the mirror.

— Maybe it would be better if they turned completely white...— He said thoughtfully.

— Think about it yourself, Dariusz...— Cornelius put all his things in a suitcase in one pile.

***

— A personal Jet? Long live the Ghost!— Cornelius walked around Darek's plane from all sides.— Not bad, not bad… Do you have a pilot?—

— Of course. He's already there. Come on in, we're starting now!—Darek smiled.

After putting his things in the cargo hold, Cornelius went to the cabin.

— Is the pilot a cyborg?—Cornelius asked his younger brother in a whisper.

— Well... is there something strange about this?" I built it myself, that's why I use it.—Darek smiled.— All aboard!—

Adrianna sat down in a chair.

— It's cozy here… And we are engaged in the usual typical murders of bad guys! I'm not saying we need the money, but...—Adrianna whistled.— This case smells like billions!—

— This case smells of iron professionalism!—Dariusz took off the glittering ornament from the sleeve of his jacket, which was part of the sleeve of his jacket.— Look, have you ever seen this?—

He opens the petals of the weapon in different directions.

Adrianna stared at this murderous masterpiece with admiration.

What was at first an ordinary thin strip on Dariush's jacket took on the outlines of an unknown, strange creature.

It looked like a strange tropical carnivorous plant or an alien snake with thorns.

— And... how do you use this nightmare?—Cornelius asked, examining the weapon.

— The main thing is to turn it on, and then the weapon starts killing itself. Only then can I turn it off...—Darek chuckled.— Cornelius, don't look at me like

that! —

— Some kind of bullshit...—The elder Kaminsky chuckled.

The fact that the plane was flying was almost not felt.

— The plane is great, the weapons are strange...—Ryan summed it up.— Of course, I haven't seen the Ghost in the case yet, but... I don't think my opinion will change after that...—

— You'll never see me in action… There is always only one ghost working...—

Dariusz spent the rest of the time just looking out the window. Something has made him detached lately.

Adrianna listened to Cornelius reading his younger brother's notes and did not feel herself falling asleep.…