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Several policemen gathered in the destroyed house.

Not only this house, the entire street on the outskirts of Santa Monica is terribly disfigured, somehow the former residential street has become like a garbage dump.

— Captain Torres? This is Mike. We have one of those who is to blame for the fact that an entire street north of La Mesa Drive was destroyed. What? Yes, he is alone.— the guy in the hallway was covering the radio with his hand.— No way, he's twenty-five. According to the documents, he is Polish. No, this is not the one you were chasing.— Dariush shifted in his chair - it is fantastically unpleasant to sit on a stone crumb.

A split lip hurts a lot.

Everything is always ruined by those who know nothing about it ...

***

Six months ago ...

According to the data that he found in the cellars of Mariusz, he found this place with difficulty.

In such a hot place as Otavalo, it's hard to collect your thoughts.

Dariush learned Spanish on the way here.

He asked people in the shops on the way, only one person recognized Enrique from the photo.

— Are you a friend of his?—The man asked tensely.

— Well... Yes, something like that. We worked together in America and Poland.—Darek said.

— Oh, I see... Enrique lives at the end of the street. There's going to be this huge brown door in the white house. The house is three storeys high and all the doors are dark brown. There is a dark red flower on the front door...—The man went outside with Darek and pointed with his finger.— It's over there. You will find a huge flower...—

Dariush went on, trying to imagine a huge piece of ice in his head. It helped morally...

there were features on the other side of the road that looked familiar.

A long pigtail with a colorful ribbon wriggles when walking like a snake.

Darek slowed down for a second, then followed him.

The one he was following slowed down. It seems that he noticed that they were being watched, but did not focus on it.

The pigtail whipped the air and Enrique turned around when Dariusz crossed to the side of the road where he was.

Darek couldn't stand it and smiled.

***

— All people like us in the same situation have only one desire: to find something that will be at least a little bit like their native places... And I was looking for something... Of course, without dinosaurs! I'm not suicidal to look for an exact replica of my home planet!—Enrique laughs.— And how are you? Did you find your brother?—

— Of course!— Darek is smiling.—As I told you then, I found him by his scent. Don't laugh! I know I sound like a pervert, but my brother's changed scent seemed to be imprinted on my mind. He became my beacon... By the way, his girlfriend is cute.—

— And you couldn't find anyone for yourself?—Enrique looked at him with concern.— Maybe you'll drop the old business... And you still haven't abandoned them, judging by the expensive clothes.

— I'm a Ghost, why would I throw what I can do?.. I don't even know how to be different!—Dariusz glanced at the waiters.— And we're talking about it so calmly in a cafe?—

— Calm down, no one will touch you here! And he won't find it. This place belongs to my brother and people worse than you often come here.—Enrique nods towards the bar.— There's my brother. Morally already severely decomposed types often come here, my brother sets their brains straight and they turn themselves in to the police. So why were you looking for me?—

***

Our days.

— And really, why were you looking for him?— a man in his fifties enters the room. Spanish or Mexican, he think. Probably even a southern Spaniard.— Did I ask you to chat with him, Mikel, or to guard him? So, in more detail, young man! Did your friend, whose name you never mentioned, destroy everything here? —

— No. It's me and a huge robot that only pretended to help us, and then took and ruined everything!—Darek looked up.— Move the chair, I've got some rubbish down the back of my neck!—

— I see. This kid is junkie. We need to call the narcologist and tell him that there is another patient in their head for them.—Captain Torres says calmly, rummaging through his pockets in search of a mobile phone.

Dariush closes his eyes.

A floor above, where, it seems, in addition to the wall, there was also a piece of pipe from which a mixture of rotten water and rust flowed down Darek's collar, there was a rumble. This is the pipe that exploded.

The radios of the two policemen rustled loudly, then, to their great surprise, they began to broadcast some kind of music. It wasn't just one tune, it was a mix of many songs.

— At least not in silence now... So, do you still want to call the narcologists?—Dariusz's eyes shone with a silver light. It was impossible to look at this light.

Captain Torres grabbed the cross, but Darek just laughed at it.

— Captain, have you heard the latest news? God has left you and does not want to return. Now you have other gods...—He smiled broadly.

***

Darek and Enrique gathered at night, although it was as bright as day in Ecuador at night. The only difference was that it wasn't so hot here at night.

Darek was overjoyed when night fell. At night, without the heat, it was much easier to breathe.

— My brain has cooled down noticeably, are we going to fly now?—Darek asked.

— If you ask me that again, Dariusz, I'm going to punch you for sure! We're going to go to the forest now, and from there we'll fly. With the help of this device, I will make sure that even the best Earth radars will not notice us.—Enrique waves the device.— But it's better to fly where there are no houses. Otherwise, the windows are bursting...—

It seems to Darek as if the road stretches and stretches as they drive deeper into the forest. It seems that the road will wind and wind...

— Have you arrived yet?—Darek asked when the car stopped.

Enrique rolled his eyes and flicked Darek's nose like a dog.

Kaminski laughed.

— You might not come back, Dariusz... Aren't you afraid?—Enrique asked.

— I don't think you should be afraid. It's fate. If it has to happen, it will happen.—Dariusz stared at the sky.Enrique got

out of the pickup truck and slowly dragged the huge spaceship out of the back and took off the tarp from it.

— Let me help you.—Dariusz asked, but Enrique waved him off.:

— You can't pick it up now... And it's like carrying grocery bags for me...—

It seemed that any jolt, even an accidental one, would cause the ship to fall.

It seemed that any jolt, even an accidental one, would cause the ship to fall.

Darek put his hand on the familiar metal of the ship.

— It looks very similar to the Sapphire...— He said.

— It was made where the Sapphire was assembled. Only this is the Hurricane... believe me, it's not my fault that the ship has such an idiotic name!Enrique pulled the protective suits out of his backpack.— I do not know your size, I hope something here will suit you ...—