(World of Valdira 01) The Way of the Clan Read Online Free PDF

you need it? Why do you need victory in a children’s tournament in the Cradle? What’s all that for? This pain in the ass and waste of darn well amount of bucks?
    -           Mind your own business, – interrupted me Gosha, - sorry, Ros, but you have nothing to do with the clan’s life.
    -           Got it, - nodded I – I’m not a fool. I’ll be as silent as the grave. I won’t tell anyone.
    -           I know you won’t tell anyone. And I’m pleased you understand everything properly. So… now it’s time to discuss financial matters.
    Having dried another tumbler my ex-acquaintance that I could always borrow a couple of bucks until my salary and that has just suddenly transformed into my employer, sat down in front of the computer and entered some commands as fast as a burst of machine-gun fire. He was looking at the display for about two seconds, snorted with satisfaction, then opened a drawer of his desk and put his hand inside. A short riffle of paper and here it is – a thin bundle of green and grey notes is hovering in front of my eyes.
    -           Five hundred bucks – pronounced Gosha as a matter of fact. – Let it be your prepayment. Two more thousand and a half are in your wallet. Well, take it.
    I took the money feeling like Judah. I’ve sold Crashshot for thirty pieces of silver…
    Although I didn’t have time to sorrow and to let a bitter tear of regret go. As quickly as possible I left the arm-chair and here I am in the hallway. Standing in the door Gosha threw the last parting phrase:
    -           Delete your account, reset the options of the cocoon, register a new account and then call me. But, please, hurry up! I should have immersed into Valdira and have been dealing with the clan’s treasury long ago. And one more thing… please, don’t back-pedal your deleting of Crashshot. The slower you are, the harder it is.
    -           So, you’re a treasurer, aren’t you? – I stared at him being stunned. The clan’s treasurer is a mythical man. The man who has a direct access to all the clan’s treasure collected. They don’t appoint an outsider for such a post. Trust must be total – I dare say it must be perfect.
    -           On, Ros, on! Clatter along and race like a horse.
    And I raced off having forgotten about the elevator and leaping over three steps.
    Although I didn’t manage to run further than the lounge where I was happily hugged by the well-known security guards. An iron palm clamped my right hand and a deafening bass thundered in my ear:
    -           Where are you running? Where did you get the money? Say!
    At that moment I realized that my dirty and wrinkled sports-suit accompanied by the torn homy flip-flops couldn’t match a bundle of American notes squeezed in my hand. In the other hand I was squeezing almost empty tumbler with amber whisky splashing inside. What a great look! While I was collecting my thoughts the second guard decided everything instead of me. He talked to someone briefly on the phone, winced and grumbled:
    -           Let him go, Nicolay. Everything is all right. Sorry for trouble.
    -           Ok – I nodded and looking certainly mad rushed further. My body was moving in an autopilot mode. The vacuum in my head was buzzing. No emotions, no thoughts – I tried to achieve such a state on purpose. In order not to hesitate and not to change my mind in the dying seconds.
    A hallway, almost empty due to that time of day flashed in front of my eyes. The hallway dirty steps blurred into a rainbow sheet and I saw my home door just in front of me. A short turn of the key, a long groan of the opening door, two steps along a short corridor past the kitchen and I got into the room. Right off the bat I came to the cocoon. I sprang open the plastic lid covering the cocoon control panel. Then I sprang open one more transparent square covering an unmistakable red button and