Girl from outworld

Chapter 1

Elvis woke up long before his wrist began to tingle the usual alarm clock. The outside world - he thought, barely waking up. Sheet, blanket, bed. Opening his eyes, he saw the dark silhouette of a chandelier on the ceiling of the hotel room. He closed his eyes and checked his spiders. Status. Report. The spiders were in place and it was good news. He looked at the world through the eyes of one of them and demanded a detailed report. Nothing special happened during the night, the cleaner passed twice, the administrator dozed in the lobby, lying on chairs lined up in a row and putting his hands under his head, like a child. Elvis brought the spider closer to the front desk with a wave of his finger and reading through the magazine. Nothing interesting either. A new day is beginning, he thought, searching for the pearl in the sand again. Needles in a haystack. He felt some movement nearby, turned his head and saw that Marina was also awake.

She was lying on her back with open eyes. Sensing his movement, she blinked and looked into his eyes.

- Good morning. - said Elvis.

- If. - answered Marina and stretched, sweet, like a cat. Elvis let go of the spider with a mental command and raised himself on his elbow.

 - Why woke up so early? - he asked, moving closer.

 - I can't sleep. - she admitted, pushing him away: - don’t, unshaven, phew!

 - Why are you not sleeping? It's a new day in the yard, there is just a little work left. And then - home.

   - So I can't sleep. Home soon. Let's check everyone who stayed and ... well, don't bother, I say! That's it, let's get up, we'll start earlier - finish earlier ...

- OK, OK. We get up. - Elvis sat up on the bed and scratched his hair tangled during the night, sighed and began to look for his pants. Marina sat up, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping herself in a blanket.

   - And where am I to ... - it was cold to walk on the floor barefoot, the sneakers disappeared somewhere along with the pants and Elvis seriously began to think about sending a couple of spiders in search. What about? That's why they are reconnaissance drones. Search and detection of targets. Perimeter security. Search for lost pants.

   - You threw them under the bed yesterday. - said Marina, carefully watching him from the bed.

   - BUT! - Elvis said and crawled under the bed. From there he said once more - Ah! - and took out his pants.

- Do you know that after death we will all turn to dust? Unless of course you take into account Sister Morrigan's theory. - Elvis took off a couple of dust pellets from his pants and began to dress.

   - You can turn into dust yourself. Together with Morrigan. Personally, after death, I intend to be reborn as a Tibetan monk. Or, an Australian aborigine. - said Marina, continuing to sit on the bed in a blanket.

- You have interesting preferences in reincarnation. - said Elvis: - why so? As a monk, it's clear why. Why Tibetan is also understandable. But an aborigine?

   - Well, they go naked. - said Marina: - they have warmth in Australia all year round. And, it's damn cold here. - She stuck her bare leg out from under the blanket and shrugged her shoulders: - Brr!

- Understood. - Elvis nodded: - you have a complex of Lady Godiva, a constant desire to show everyone your naked body. The body, I will not argue, is really gorgeous, with all its virtues and charms, but is it worth it to be proud of what you just got as an entry in the genetic code? Does this mean that you have nothing more to be proud of?

 - This is my warm pajamas complex. - Marina grumbled and stretched: - and you have only naked women on your mind. Male. When we return home, I’ll write a report on you about how you seduced me, a defenseless and helpless girl. Get out of the bedroom, I'll get dressed.

- Good, good. - Elvis left the room, tossing an elastic steel drop of a spider into his palms. The drop easily changed shape under his fingers. All within the limits of outside world, no heavy field equipment, Elvis thought, how hard it is with this lightweight scout kit ... just spiders and birds. Birds, by the way, are over. The last one crashed last week. So provide round-the-clock cover and security here. He touched his wrist and moved his lips. 'Menu' - a greenish screen flickered in the air in front of him. When Marina left the bedroom, he was already waving the printed sheets in the air.

- Orphanage named after Marat Kazei number 12. - Marina read on the title page of the direction: - I hate orphanages. My heart is bleeding there.

   - The heart bleeds not only in the orphanage. There is nothing good at all, wherever you look. Do you think it's easier for children in families? There are families here that the orphanage seems like paradise. - Elvis responded, collecting the papers in a folder: - do not forget the ID, I have already done, over there, lies on the table.

- 'Ministry of Health, department for supervision and control of epidemiological danger' - Marina read aloud: - does such a department even exist?

   - Exists. Should. It doesn't matter. Nobody will check anything. We have an epidemiological danger, all the cases. Normally. We will collect blood samples from the children, you will check them on the analyzer, again we will not find anything, we will repeat this a couple more times and - hello home!

- I see. - Marina finished combing her hair, turned around in front of the mirror and nodded in satisfaction, straightening the white cap on her head: - All that's left is to have a cup of coffee and I'm ready. Again in the form of a nurse. Do the nurses turn you on?