13

It seemed to me that Kirby recovered mentally very quickly.

Everything was calm, even if it was a little boring.

We still had a proud but disappointing unit on our account of the destroyed bastards of Mariusz.

Have they forgotten about us at all?

It was even starting to make me angry.

— Well, are we opening today?—I asked Cornelius.

We traveled around the area in search of a place where we could buy some new and attractive dresses for waitresses.

With a dramatic change in the interior, I wanted to change the clothes of the working staff.

Of course, Cornelius wanted to, not me...

— Most likely, yes... By the way, you got a letter this morning. For some reason I put it in my pocket and forgot about it.— Cornelius pulled out of the pocket of his gray sweater is an envelope, folded in half and slightly crumpled.

— I know this handwriting. My friend... More precisely, even... He's almost my father. Ryan is very cool, but fragile, despite his bulkiness. He also needs to be taken care of...—I ran my eyes over the lines.— He's coming... Heck! He's coming in two days! If only there was nothing on this day... Life is disgusting, harmful stuff!—

— I would not agree that life is disgusting and harmful. Life just doesn't want us to relax the soft spots.

Relax and you will immediately be hit by a huge lead rain in the most sensitive places...— Cornelius abruptly turned the car around and parked.— So, this is the first option where we have to look at dresses...—

— Who will choose the dresses?—I asked.

— If they're not creepy, then you can choose. Sometimes I feel uneasy when you look at me with that murderous look...—

— My look is only like this because I'm crazy about you...—I said.— To be honest, I do not know why I have it like this. I've had that look since I was a kid.—I frowned.— Are you afraid of me?

— It happens, but that's what I like about you. I loved you right away for that biting look...—Cornelius chuckled.

— Is your father as handsome as you?—I asked.— Or not? Simply... You never once talked about what was there... before you got here, how did you live? —

— I was a pilot, not the best, to say the least... But at least all our cities are friendly and there is no crime... Almost none... There was one geek... One nasty thing. My uncle... He wanted to establish a dictatorship on our planet. He actually sought to destroy kings and presidents!—

I looked at Cornelius with a clear hint in my eyes that he should keep his voice down.

— Oh...—Kaminsky smiled.— I think I'm overreacting...

— No, my angel...—I replied.— These are emotions. Everyone has them. Man, alien, unicorn...—

— I'll buy myself a horn one of these days...—Cornelius laughed.

We entered the store hall.

— Maybe that one?—I pointed out.— I love purple! But you don't move fast in it.—

— And this dress is in one copy. All Jeffrey Hudson's creations are released one at a time.—The man came out from behind the shelves of clothes.— For what purpose do you choose outfits?

— We are... Uhhh... We have a club, a nightclub, and we are looking for dresses for employees...—Cornelius spoke to the man.— It should be something hot, but not depraved, like street girls...—

I didn't like the way that man was looking at Cornelius. Such a sticky nasty look... Like some kind of maniac...

it even made me feel scared.

— Hmm, I don't think anything will suit us here...— it seems that Cornelius also noticed the "danger factor".

— Yes, it's not our style.— I dragged my beloved outside.

— I don't think anything can scare me that much!—Cornelius laughed nervously.— "Threat to the rear" is even scarier than your toys...—

— I noticed a calendar in his pocket. He seems to be a fan of yours.—I chuckled.—I'm not the only one who's maddened by your magical beauty...—

— So, we don't go into this store anymore! Never...—

Laughing, we walked down the street.

— I hope that we will be lucky today. But... We have a lot of time, because the dresses they have now are not bad...—I said.

— You can't believe how old these dresses are!—Cornelius looked up.— Look at this... Snow!

— It's true... So strange... It's snowing and it's so warm...— I looked into my beloved eyes.— In the snow, you look even more like an angel...—

I put my feet on the bench and brushed the snow from his disheveled hair.

— You're just devilishly handsome...—I said, lingering my fingers on his soft hair.

— Let's move on, otherwise we'll never find a suitable option...—Cornelius gently lifted me off the bench and onto the ground.— Well...

Okay...—

Suddenly we noticed a motorcycle speeding down the street and, turning sharply, disappeared between the houses.

— I wonder if all the strange things should be taken at our expense?—Cornelius asked.

— Why not, my love? Aliens are everywhere!— I ran ahead of my beloved.

— Hey, wait! Eddie, stop! What did I tell you about being careful?—

I do not know where I suddenly got such speed, but I easily overtook Cornelius.

It was easy now...

the bike fell apart from the contact with the wall.

— What a race, damn it...—I sighed.

—It smells familiar...—Cornelius stepped back.— The smell is too familiar... Let's go! We don't have it with us suitable weapon, so for now we need to leave.—

— Why? Cornelius, maybe we can overcome this after all?—I asked.

— No, we can't do that... Let's go!—Cornelius raised his voice.

We walked on at a brisk pace and headed to the next store.

— What was that?—I asked in a whisper.

— An insectoid. If we don't kill this creature in time, it will be three meters high and maybe four... I don't know for sure...—Cornelius froze.— It seemed to me something...—

The phone rang. As always, it scared us.

— And why is your brother calling me?—I asked.— It's Darek!—

Cornelius took my phone away from me.

— Dariusz?—He immediately dropped to a whisper.— Yes, I know. So we're going back there right now. Wait, don't try to go there yourself... —

— Do you need to go back to the giant cockroach?—I asked. — Let's go then, there's nothing to hang out here...—

Darek was waiting for us at the traffic light at the very end of the street.

— Did you fall asleep there? Why is it taking so long?—he asked.— My transport has already been taken away...—

— Have you been robbed?—Cornelius stared in surprise.— Who decided on such an abomination? —

— None of you have seen a motorcycle with blue stripes?—Dariusz looked around.— He should have passed right here somewhere...

— Yeah, against the wall with all its might...—I couldn't help but chuckle.

— That bastard...—Darek pouted angrily.— Let's go there. On the way, I'll give you the weapons I took with me...—

We went to the place where the motorcycle was smeared against the wall.

— Hmm, he shouldn't have driven...—Cornelius chuckled.— Stop... Did the bug rob you? Intelligent bugs - how bad is that...—

— Has your fun disappeared?— the younger one winced when we found ourselves back in that alley.— There is no smell, so this bastard has not been crushed yet...— Darek took it out of his

There were weapons in the backpack (they seemed to be pistols, but they looked more like stun guns) and we approached the wrecked motorcycle.

— He probably already ran away while you were hanging out in the shops...—Darek sighed.

— Sometimes we think about ordinary life...— looking around, Cornelius suddenly whistled so hard that my ears hurt.

— Cornelius, you need to warn about such things...—Darek snorted.

I didn't hear him, I just read his lips.

The beetle growled at us, opening its incredibly huge glowing mandibles, rows appeared in its mouth... teeth?

The first row, the second, the third... How many rows are there?

— Jump into the sewer!—Cornelius commanded, throwing aside the manhole with his abilities.—Even if it stinks, I don't want to be trapped in a

laboratories!— Cornelius jumped down the hatch so quickly that we only heard his voice from below.

Of course, when they climbed into the sewer after Cornelius, the insectoid barely got in, but followed us with all his alien stubbornness.

When the smell became completely unbearable and the noise of the city was muffled, we stopped, turned around, and started shooting.

— I'll load the grenade while you distract him.—Darek dropped his backpack on the floor, standing behind us.

He was collecting bigger weapons.

— And how are we going to distract him with such lady pistols?—Cornelius exclaimed crazily.

— I'm sorry, brother, nothing more would just fit in here!— Dariusz was twisting the two halves of the muzzle at the same time.

Well, I wouldn't call a forty-five caliber a lady's, but it's really too small for an insectoid.

— Hooray, I hit him in the eye!—I said, and immediately moved away, feeling that Darek was pushing me away.

His device somewhat resembled an ordinary grenade launcher, but I have not seen such strange charges.

The explosion was absolutely silent.

— We're not breathing!—Dariusz commanded.

Running away, he stumbled and almost fell, but Cornelius managed to grab his younger brother in time.

We were covered by a wave of white sand, which felt more like ashes.

Cornelius shook himself like a dog.

— That's disgusting!— he said, brushing the remains of the insectoid from his and my hair.— What kind of strange grenades do you have?—

— I worked with different acids in my laboratory. There were cooler ones, but I brought only these ones here, they fit the diameter.—Darek put the weapon back in his backpack.— Come on, it smells so disgusting in here!—