Orange, Horn thought. Orange represents the power director. Old man Wu turned his face back to Horn. Horn shrank back and turned pale with fright. It was not the face of old Wu, but the face of a golden Ejon nobleman, with a fat face covered with drooping flesh, tawny eyes staring out at him over the folded fat, and sticky red hair. The pistol was in Horn's hand. He recognized the face. It was not long ago that he had seen the face very close. This is the face of Maitre, the director in charge of Dynamics. "Ah," whispered old man Wu, "so makeup works?" Horn was taken aback again. His hands relaxed. The pistol swung back to his chest. But- "he opened his mouth to speak." It was another of Lill's many abilities. Old man Wu answered him without waiting for him to ask. The clothes, the disguise, it's obvious you've planned all this. Said Horn. Planned? Old man Wu repeated slyly. I'm always ready for anything, like an opportunity. "Looks like I'm being used again,Wheel tape measure," Horn said gloomily. "What do you want?" We are all used. If I'm using you, then you're using me. The question is: Are we headed where we want to be? "Where are we going?" "To attend a meeting of the directors of Ejon," replied old man Wu quietly. "They must elect a new general manager. This is the most critical meeting since the company was founded. We need to be there. We're in on the decision. I'm in charge of power, and you're my personal bodyguard. "All right." Horn promised. It was the right place for them to be; he could feel it intuitively. But the real Myrtle will be there. "Maitre is dead." "Dead?" Horn repeated. He has always been an indiscreet fellow. Greed and death finally caught up with him. Dukayin's assassin found him alone. He was in a hurry to go to a meeting with his chief engineers. Power is shining in front of him, the power to control other people's actions is the real motivation,Fish measuring board, and power makes him blind. He died clutching his stomach in the hat of the South Terminal, the scapegoat of the poor Empire. "Does Dukain know?" "Even Dukain did not dare to receive such news brazenly.". No, the assassin had to do his best to evade capture, and it took a lot of trouble to get to the head of security. He has a long way to go, but if we delay any longer, he'll be ahead of us. "How did you know there was a car here?" Asked Horn. There are few things I don't know about Ejon, "old man Wu said calmly." It's not easy to keep a secret from a person who has experienced one civilization after another. I was here when the regents' private pipeline was built. For another example, I also know that although this car is for one person, cattle weight tape ,Walking tape measure, it can squeeze two people. I'll let you sit in the chair. Horn hesitated and stepped into the car. He sat down and tied his leg with a belt. In pain, Old Man Wu squeezed his huge padded body in front of Horn's knees. He squeezed, panted, and grumbled, but finally wedged himself into the space in front of Horn's feet, his back against the wall under the control panel, his feet firmly under the chair. Close the door, "old man Wu sighed." It's extremely uncomfortable for an old man of my size and build. I already feel like my enthusiasm is fading. Horn lowered his gaze. In the light and shadow in front of him, there was a familiar feeling that made him upset and confused. Horn shook his head and closed the door slowly. After the click, darkness ensued, and the sliding of the inner door touched his elbow. The colorful round buttons appeared again in front of Horn. Press which? He said to each other. Black. Horn felt a chill run up his spine. He frowned. Dukain? "The meeting will be held there." Old man Wu said. The coloured knobs made a strange mottling of his red hair, and his face was dark. Go to the center of things. Hurry up. ” Horn reached out and pressed the black button, and he tasted again the feeling of free fall that disturbed him, with no direction but outward. This feeling of uneasiness was perhaps half the result of the doubt that had passed through his mind. Anyway, one thing is obvious, that is, old man Wu knows too much, and he knows too little. All he knew about old man Wu was what the old man himself had told him, and it was most likely all lies and excuses. Old man Wu could be anyone, and he himself could be working for Dukain. He could be leading Horn into a trap. There must be some organization behind him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get all the information he mentioned, even with Lill's help. "You know a lot of things," Horn said in the darkness. "Things that even Dukain doesn't know: me and where I am, Maitre and his fate.". And what no one knows except the directors: the secret pipes, the meetings and the places where they are held. It's strange how you know so much. "I am —" "I know," Horn interrupted impatiently. "You're an old man, and you know a lot of things." He was suddenly startled, and a flash of light and shadow passed over old man Wu's face, as if he had been given a hood. In a flash of lightning,Adhesive fish ruler, an image very similar to this jumped out. It's you! Horn said in a husky voice, "You're the priest with the symbol embroidered on his robe." "It's a prophet." Old man Wu corrected calmly. History The order of pecking.. This is as essential a thing among men as among chickens. Hen a can peck hen B; hen B can peck hen C; hen C can peck diced hen. If the pecking order is not well established, there will be no peace in the chicken farm. tapemeasure.net