Chapter 12 - Haze

"Is this exactly the right place?" - Jack asked cautiously, getting out of the car and looking around - I will have no problems?

The taxi driver, with a cigarette in his mouth, muttered - Nope, this is something like an abandoned part of the city. There used to be slums here, but the tsunami ruined everything. Now there is not a soul. If you want to practice shooting, then it is difficult to imagine a better place.

- Well thank you. - Jack nodded and handed the money to the taxi driver - Here you go.

- Yeah. - With a slight smile answered the little man - You are ... If you want, I'll wait here for you, just pay two bucks on top.

Jack smiled - It is, but on the way to the brothel will have to stop once for a minute.

- No problem. - the man grinned and set the recumbent mode at his seat - Okay, train, while I'm poker.

Jack was surprised - Can you? I'm going to shoot here, as it were.

The taxi driver lay down with his hands behind his head - No problem at all.

"Oh yes, I forget where I am. Here shots are a common household item. " - Jack mentally shook his head and walked towards a small clearing

While already there, he looked around, found several iron cans, and put them on a small boulder.

He moved ten meters away from the target, deciding that such a distance would be optimal.

- "Well." - Jack swallowed with impatience and excitement - "Time for my first shot."

With a slightly shaking hand, he reached for his belt and pulled out a pistol.

Metal M1911 flashed in the sun.

Taking a firm stance, Jack removed the safety catch and cocked the trigger, just as Phil had told him.

In general, Jack is quite forgetful, but the instructions for using the pistol are eaten into his brain.

With a little more hesitation, he was able to take the gun comfortably with both hands.

Closing one eye, Jack lowered the front sight and the can. The shot line seemed perfect.

Exhaling, Jack pulled the trigger sharply. The striker went into action and quickly hit the cartridge primer, causing a spark inside that that ignited the gunpowder.

He, in turn, instantly unleashed all his power and sent a bullet down the carved muzzle of the pistol. Meanwhile, a natural recoil hit the guy's hands, and the barrel of the pistol jerked up.

* BABAH *

The sound of the gunshot hit Jack in the ears and deafened Jack for a moment. Also, during the shot, he involuntarily blinked.

And yet, despite the squeak in his ears, he was overwhelmed with excitement and joy.

- "God, how cool!" - he exclaimed mentally, almost ready to jump with happiness - "Oh, sorry I didn't hit."

- "Good thing, huh?" - grinned O'Dim - "With such a toy, even you can instantly kill a stronger person. If there were such guns in my universe, the witchers would be left without work. "

- "Ha-ha, yes, you're right!" - answered Jack, filled with positive emotions

Breathing in the smell of gunpowder, Jack was surprised to realize that he liked this smell

Biting his lip, he aimed again and fired again. The can sway slightly, the bullet was close, but there was no hit. - "Here you are."

- "Though it would be easy?" - Gunter chuckled

- "Quiet, now I'll shoot and everything will work out." - Jack answered embarrassedly.

Gunther threw up his hands as if saying: "Go ahead"

After four more shots and a few tricks from Mr. Mirror, Jack finally hit the target with the last bullet in the store.

- "At last!" - Jack said with joy and relief - "I saw it, eh?"

O'Dim replied with a wide smile - "Don't turn your nose up, you're in luck. Can you, from the next store, but at least three of the seven bullets at the target? "

- "Easily." - Jack dismissed with a smile

Naturally, it wasn't easy. Jack's next magazine shot better, but not much. Of the seven bullets, only two hit the right place, and O'Dim took advantage of this failure to make fun of Jack.

In the third and last magazine, Jack shot just like the last one. Exactly two hits out of seven.

Gunther giggled, Jack sat down on a boulder, opened a pack of cartridges, and began loading three empty magazines - "God, this is probably the most unpleasant moment of training."

"Treat it like meditation. The principle is almost the same, and charging the magazines is pretty reassuring, isn't it? "

- "Is that a little." - Jack agreed reluctantly, putting aside the full store - "Maybe at least the ringing in the ears will pass. I will need to buy some earplugs, I think Eda will be able to arrange this. "

Having finished loading the magazines, Jack inserted the magazine into the pistol and with a light movement sent the cartridge into the chamber - "Like three magazines, twenty-one rounds, but how quickly and imperceptibly they fly out."

- "What did you think? Will everything be like in the movies? " - Gunter chuckled

- "Nearly." - Jack nodded - "The films shoot so often and for so long ... They simply would not have enough loaded magazines. And to carry off so many cartridges is a difficult task even for a trained person. And to remain at one moment without ammunition ... it must be a terrible thing. " - Jack shook his head and started shooting at the banks again

Half an hour later, Jack shot almost all the cartridges, leaving only three full magazines.

During this time, Jack got used to the sound of the shot and held himself more confidently with the pistol.

Also, in the end, he has already hit six times out of seven. It seems that a good result, but Jack understood that real life is not a shooting range, there are no such ideal conditions on the battlefield, plus they shoot you back, and this greatly complicates the task, even for a person who should not be afraid of death.

Approaching the taxi, Jack was surprised to notice that the driver was asleep.

Knocking on the window, he was surprised once again that he easily woke up - "Miracles ..."

Rubbing his eyes, the little man said - Where are we going?

Jack answered, getting into the car - As he said, to the brothel from which you took me, but on the way, we will stop by to see Granny Marie, she ...

- Sews clothes. - the taxi driver nodded, starting the car - We know, we know, the grandmother does her job well, although she has her disposition.

- Yes? I thought she was a sweet old lady.

"You're just lucky.

...

Meanwhile, the brothel workers were surprised to notice that Jack was right when he hired this funny guy who always hung out next to their place of work.

As soon as Jack hired Hiro, he immediately entered the brothel.

The guards first, of course, stopped him, but Jack had not yet had time to leave, so his nod solved this problem and the guy was allowed inside.

The whores were dubious about Jack's choice, but no one argued. They all still remembered how the furious manager kicked the nose of what seemed to be the most invulnerable whore of this establishment.

Therefore, Hiro was quickly shown his uniform and accompanying instruments, as well as given directions.

The most interesting thing started when Hiro got down to work. This always positive and kind guy did this unpleasant job with a smile and diligence.

What took past cleaners from fifteen minutes, Hiro did in five. He did not philomel, did not try to somehow reduce his work, and did more than conscientiously.

In addition, the whores were also attracted by Hiro's attitude towards them. Most, both men and women, considered them rubbish, at most pleasure dolls. Even Jack, although he surprised them with his relatively neutral attitude, was not comparable to Hiro. The guy spoke, with each of them, with due respect to a person.

Of course, the ladies understood that Hiro himself was far from normal, but the warmth that he gave them with his smile did not dim from this.

Many realized that they were mistaken about this guy, although before they almost said to his face that he was just a retarded fool.

Unfortunately, not everyone liked Hiro.

...

Hiro left the room with a smile, which he had just cleaned to a shine. In the end, he even embarrassedly accepted a kiss on the cheek from the owner of the room.

Picking up a bucket of tools and a mop, he went to the next room in order, but then he was interrupted by a stern and angry voice - Hey, idiot, come here!

Hiro turned in surprise and saw Beatrice

The girl stood in a tense position and looked at Hiro with contempt.

Picture:

(Approximate view of Beatrice. You asked for art, I found it.)

The guy himself, smiling, went towards the girl. He did not doubt that she was calling him. Hiro had heard this in his direction quite often. So often that he even considered it his nickname.

"Yes, Lady Beatrice. He turned to her respectfully. Other whores had already warned him about this witch, but the guy believed that they were all wrong.

"For you, Madame Beatrice. - she pulled her nose - When will you come to wash my room? - asked the dominatrix coldly

- Soon. Hiro said with his always positive smile, nodding. "Now I'll just clean four more rooms and it's your turn, Madame Beatrice."

- Tell me, you idiot. - With cold fury, Beatrice said almost "throwing" words - Why the hell did you not clean my room first?

- BUT? - Hiro tilted his head in embarrassment - Well, I decided to start with Jack's room ... that is, the boss, and therefore go from his room in order. It would be faster and more convenient that way ...

Beatrice nudged Hiro hard on the shoulder. He had to take a few steps to regain his balance, but all he said was - Careful, Mistress Beatrice, I almost spilled water. There would be more work ...

- I don't give a shit, idiot. You should have cleaned my room first ... - for a moment Beatrice remembered Jack's furious punches on her face - Okay, second. You should have cleaned my room right after the manager's room.

- But why? Hiro asked uncomprehendingly. "You're all whores here, aren't you?" Then aren't you all equal here, Madame Beatrice?

This question made Beatrice freeze. The rage and anger in her eyes seemed to know no bounds.

Beatrice's loud and menacing tone attracted the attention of many people, more precisely, almost the entire brothel.

The guests watched with gusto and waited for the end of this performance, but the workers of the brothel itself were worried. To be honest, they weren't that worried when Jack came under pressure from Beatrice. Jack was large, almost the same height as this Amazon, but Hiro was not only not quite of this world, but he was two heads shorter. There was no need to talk about his thin, puny body.

- He needs help ... - having made up her mind, one whore said and was about to go to the rescue, when her friends grabbed her by the arms

- She gone crazy? She'll just crush you! It's scary to even think what will happen to you after, she will not give you life in this institution, and beyond it, I think too.

- But he needs help ...

- I know, I know! But only a few people can handle Beatrice. Lola, Leah and ... Jack. But as luck would have it, they are gone now!

- And what to do?

- Wait. They'll be back sooner or later, and Beatrice will have to answer.

Meanwhile, Beatrice recovered from the shock. Her body overflowing with rage and anger shook. - You just compared me to these whores, piece of shit?

Hiro asked innocently, a little worried that his words provoked such a reaction, "Isn't that so?" Well, I mean, don't whores work here, no? Doesn't it turn out that you are a whore too, Mistress Beatrice? I do not understand something?

The Dominatrix was about to burst with anger. Not only was she called an ordinary whore, but she was also lectured by some moron.

Her hand was pulled back with force for a powerful slap in the face. This slap in the face promised to be twice as strong as the one that Jack recently got.

When that slap was halfway to Hiro's face, a deafening shot rang out, which made Beatrice freeze in fright.

- AAAA! - women screamed

All the guests who had weapons, as well as the guards urgently reached for their weapons and turned in the direction of the shot.

To their surprise, they saw the brothel manager with a bag full of clothes. There was a pistol in his right hand and he was looking straight at the floor, and smoke was still coming out of his barrel.

Jack raised his pistol with cold eyes and aimed it at Beatrice. From his throat came icy and without emotional words - If you dare to touch him, I will make a couple of new holes in your despicable carcass.