*
Moving small bounds, detectives approached the sinister huge red multipurpose cargo ship "Handicaps." Firstly, Colonel offered to climb a huge striped construction which consisted of four awful pipes, promising a minimal comfort. But looking at neat Gavin, he spat, all the more, that started vile little rain. They were hiding on the docks until they found a suitable port building, where they caught into by the fire escape to the attic with the acoustic window. The view was incredibly comfortable. The ship was clearly visible.
Both spies took out spy gadgets. Colonel had a multifunctional pen. He took off his cap, made it twice longer, like a telescope with the zoom in six times, and looked at the ship. There was written on it "UD MIGONETL".
Gavin with a slight contempt took out the new secret gadget, which didn’t, probably, have the CIA chief. Piece goods. It looked like stylish dark smooth glasses. But instead of glass, they were made of silicon optical fibers managed by mini lasers, and intellectually managed by the film of the latest metaflex. The development was called "ultra-high resolution Visual System", funded by the US defense department DAPRA.
- Let me see.
Gavin looked at Colonel with suspicion and disgust. "He can steal," - he thought.
- Do not be afraid.
Colonel put on super glasses.
- Wow!
Visibility, color and contrast of the glasses were incredible. As if he was in the new fashionable "five d". He stared with wild enthusiasm at ships, docks, gorgeous, loosing in a green Steinway house, a picturesque La Guardia Airport with thousands of multicolored cars, a long strip of the bridge of a sad tiny island Rikers with ten prisons. Gavin's face was not just huge. One could see all its pores as in a microscope with a rich color.
- Wow! - Dux began to press multiple buttons on the left inner arc. As a result, something squeaked, the eyes were hurt, pictures began to jump like in a horror movie. Gavin snatched out with hate the glasses, swearing using a New York indecent word. He regretted about it very much. The instructions forbade showing the secret tricks to anybody. Especially to the Russians. Espionage is a dangerous business.
*
A giant ship of one hundred fifty meters was silently standing without any movement, like the sphinx, without giving any sign of life. They patiently and attentively examined all around. The gusty wind was blowing on the pier, unsuccessfully tried to roll a giant cargo ship, knocked on the docks and lifted small Atlantic raindrops. Both slightly shuddered. Finally, they saw some movement. A dozen of men were slowly coming down the ladder.
- Okay, I will go.
Gavin’s hands began twitching a little bit.
- Are you nervous? If you want, let's go together.
He grunted.
- I'm kidding - said Colonel.
To tell in respect, Gavin had coped with excitement.
- Remember. Give me three hours. And then blow everything up! - repeated Dux.
Colonel undressed and with fast learnt movements, he put on a warm suit "Psychofreak”. He put everything into his waterproof bag, put there another handful of the spare chargers, waved Gavin and disappeared in the setting dawn.
- Maybe I had to shoot him - thought Gavin. He thought with a shudder that it may be a double or a triple agent.
- And what if he is the leader of this whole gang - he suddenly felt scared. - Then he will be declared an accomplice of terrorism, he will be shown on TV and he will be arrested, shot during his escape, or sent him to the electric chair.
Finally, he calmed down.
- Anyway, he will be killed, he will not leave from this big doomed tub - he thought.
In an excited voice he told his supervisor about his adventures and asked to give the army and helicopters to destroy the enemy.
*
Colonel sailed along cold Hudson. He was nicely tickled by the icy may Atlantic seawater.
- I wonder can I ever just swim with friends and go fishing for sheatfish or pike? Sail to another planet!
He rounded the huge ship, caught for the halyard and climbed up the side of the stern. The ship seemed to be deserted. However, all was not so easy. He saw powerful marine cameras. He hid under the covered container and changed the clothes, having thought, pushed the end of a knotted silver thread into his wrist. But he couldn’t hide the scuba into his bag. Two powerful huge "men" punched Colonel strongly, and led him to the hold by hands. As material evidence, they pulled out of the bag the gun and a hydro-suit. They spoke in some mixture of Spanish and English, it was not clear, and their detached view of a faceless and voiceless voice did not promise anything good. Colonel was hurt. He felt like a boy who had to play with the Grand Master, who always wins.
The bodyguards and the prisoner went down and passed a few floors. Colonel heard clearly powerful engines at the bottom. "There' isn’t any way under the curb" - he thought. He was led down along a long steel corridor and pushed him into a large cabin. Dux looked around. The cabin looked like a respectable office with stylish sofas, a table for negotiations and a huge aquarium. Several striped cat sharks were driving a run of fish "wasp" away.
At the end of the table was sitting a chief in an elegant armchair "Redo Studio" with the speakers. In one hand he held a laptop, and in another one he held a winded cell phone, talking something in Spanish. Three weirdos were sitting on the couch, grinning and looking with a listless look at Colonel, like at the roasted piece of meat. The chief calmly finished playing the crank and stared at Dux.
- Who are you?
- I’m your colleague.
The bodyguards threw the chief the material evidence. The large plasma TV showed Colonel’s set of crimes: here he is climbing a rope on the board, he examines the deck, crosses thievishly and hides behind a container, where he was caught.
"I wish I don’t amuse these narcomaniacs" - thought Dux.
- Search him! And then sent to the collegues.
They giggled. The chief sat back in his usual comfortable chair.
It is humiliating and they thoroughly searched Colonel. The gorilla gently took out, from under the strap on the wrist, a silver thread. The chief examined the trophy with a big interest. With a surprise he came closer to Dux, turned round and began punching the victim, like a punching bag.
- Who do you work at, a swine! - he shouted.
Probably, he would have killed Colonel. But then the screen broke out as if the celestial chariot flew over the sky. The “vampires” stared at the TV as if manna from heaven fell on them. A thundering voice said:
- Por qué no te callas? - that could be translated as, "Why not you to shut up!".
Dux hardly focused through a bloody shroud. He saw as the background was turned on, mini-footlights and dozens of different cameras began to move. Then they turned on pointed at him spotlight, which blinded Colonel.