NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3: Part 3
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- An unidentified man in a trench coat has massacred the Dusk nightclub, the perpetrator is armed and extremely dangerous. - A sweet presenter's voice calmly broadcast the recent events against a backdrop of brutal footage from the club. - Everyone who reports the whereabouts of the unknown person to 655*** will be given a financial reward from the Ozcorp charity fund. - switching to another channel, I came across the ubiquitous Stark again.
- Norman Osborne bought a part of Stark Industries shares in order to expand the list of available patents and improve the quality of his own military-industrial complex for further cooperation with the US Department of Defence and more efficient performance of his duties under government contracts. - A stout man of indeterminate age was speaking dryly, but for some reason my gaze kept clinging to his luxurious moustache.
- Justin Hammer once again demonstrated failed killer droids. Why, you ask? It's simple - Mr Hammer is haunted by fatal bad luck, again, from his words, that's why he is sincerely confident in the success of his venture, but as we see every presentation, only fiasco awaits him. C'est la vie, as the French say, because that's life, and we can't expect Mr Hammer to do anything working for the defence of our country, and that's all for now, J. Jonah Jameson has been with you, and thank you for choosing our news. - With a warm smile the presenter ended the news bulletin and gave way to an advert.
- The new Ten Rings smartphone will go on sale at the end of the month, with the tangerine colour available within three weeks of the launch. Hurry up and buy your slice of paradise and ultra-modern technology that we've packed into such a handy case. - A perfectly sleek smartphone twirled spectacularly in the hands of the Persian beauty, almost causing an immediate desire to buy. What followed was an impressive list of the pocket computer's features and a price that was affordable for everyone.
I wonder what their plan is? After all, they will not be so immediately lower the price of their own product? Or is this all just a publicity stunt? Ten Rings, to my mind, is a very strange name for a corporation. But it's a different world, different views, so that's my problem.
After I finished watching the tv, I went back to the bedroom and started going through the things I had. Even though they were nice, they didn't look good on me at all. I love shirts and comfortable clothes, but not that much? And when you look good and dress well, your popularity increases by several orders of magnitude, if not more, so it's not a bad thing to meet a nice girl.
In the end, having found nothing worthwhile, I went back to my aunt's. And who needs it more, me or them? May took a critical look at my appearance and, shaking her head, went in search of boxes of my father's and Uncle Ben's things. According to Auntie, we were all about the same height and build. So, what the hell, maybe there would be something worthwhile in there? And it's not a shame to bring good things back into use, to breathe new life into them, and there's always something from the immortal classics.
Having gone through all the clothes, I stopped on the proven assembly of worn jeans, comfortable army boots, white T-shirt and brutal kosuhi. A moment later, May showed up and carefully handed me the aviator case. Smiling, hugging my auntie around the waist and twirling her around in a little dance, I left 'my' house in the best possible mood.
Enjoying the weather, I took a leisurely stroll, listening to the radio, the phone supported it, although it looked like an archaic piece from the museum of radio engineering. Soon the time was right and May texted me the address of the meeting. A quick underground ride to the mall and I saw Peter's old acquaintance, and I felt a twinge in my chest, but after a moment I knew it was just me. The redhead was wearing a light, sky-coloured dress that contrasted slightly with her fiery mane. She strode straight toward me, tapping her heels elegantly.
- So you're the handsome man who's supposed to entertain me this evening? - Playfully passing a glance at me, the valkyrie smiled and, taking me under her elbow, confidently led me to a small restaurant with Belgian cuisine.
- Today I will be for you whatever you want, but only today... - copying the girl's mischievous smile, I brazenly took the initiative and led her into the restaurant.
Having taken a free table, we comfortably settled down at a place with a view to a small waterfall, which looked very harmoniously in this shopping centre. I saw something similar only in Singapore, though there was more greenery there, but it was not bad and cosy here too.
- You've changed since the last time I saw you, Parker. I wouldn't have recognised you if you'd walked past. - The girl's pensive gaze travelled over my body like an X-ray.
- We all grow up, paws, I'm no exception, so it's nothing unusual, just biology, and now eat your potatoes, or it will get cold. - I took a bite of them carefully.
We were having a good time enjoying the baked potatoes and the colourful music, until we heard explosions, growls and the rapidly approaching rumble of some drones.