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PART THREE
Chapter seven
SHOW
If to war for a long time,
Than alive only mad ones will remain.
- You’ve got to have done it long time ago, - head waiter instructively assured, proposing a free table near the stage.
Rodger, Dick and Lola didn’t say a word against such directions and definitely started to the side of the already liked stripe bar. However Lola noticeably deviated from the direct way to it. She even has passed around one table with two soundly dressed men and a young woman, strangely dressed for this place in the uniform of the telepathist of the rank Soldier. Paying attention to no one else, Lola with a noticeable interest looked inside the upper part of the uniform, frivolously unbuttoned till the waist, temptingly showing the white breasts. Reluctantly passing beside the woman, Lola managed to sit at the table with her men, in such a manner to see just the woman and the stage. Dick sat to the place, from which everyone could be observed. Rodger sat only to see his Master.
The men in the bar, firstly got an interest in this scene, but then they just turned away, concluding that, eventually, there are women, who like only women.
But she didn’t like that woman. Lola understood quickly that she is not a telepathist, and her uniform was a fake one. It was really a fake one from the usual material of the khaki color with a battle talisman, made for decoration, and the uniform looked quite suitable for show, and it really was so. And, of course, watching the woman’s tempting breast, Lola noticed the absence of the transmitters, with the help of which a real battle telepathist could direct the color of the real uniform, making her unnoticeable or brightly shining for strengthening the hypnotic effect. But even if this woman had put on the real uniform, anyways she wouldn’t have been able to locate the transmitters on the chest in the right way, and of course, she wouldn’t be able to direct them. The usual people can manage it rarely. And though, the woman enchantingly smiled and winked, but Lola saw that she did it only to strengthen the intrigue around her personality. As a matter of fact this woman didn’t like women. She also didn’t like her job and even men, who were the objects of her job. But Lola watched her carefully. As a curious telepathist and simply a woman, Lola got much interested in some of her professional skills.
Dick grew suspicious. Such Lola’s behavior not always preceded just an inoffensive hooliganism. Dick warningly put his hand on Lola’s one. As a respond, she looked at her husband with an obvious challenge, but then she changed her look to an innocent angel’s one, so that it was difficult not to believe it. But Dick anyways didn’t.
Ok, - Dick thought, - eventually, she is already an adult, and in addition to it, a highly qualified telepathist, who is to decide himself how to live, joke and die. Restraining with this idea, Dick relaxed and looked around at last. No matter how strangely it was, but the public was rather decent in here. The mighty extraction over the smoking part of the hall created a wonderful smoke pyramid, beautifully colored by different rays of the hidden projectors. From time to time, the rays changed their colors and directions, creating a-new colored laces, nicely entertaining imagination, distracting from the yet empty stage.
A waitress came and Dick ordered something expensive – enough for not being disturbed anymore. But the waitress still held on, patiently waiting the proof of their solvency. Dick showed her a certification with the mark: “Paid by the Rehabilitation center”, and the waitress finally parted. Hugely surprised, Dick noticed that the whole staff of the bar is dressed in the uniforms of the telepathist camp’s staff for temporally keeping the captured usual soldiers and officers. Then he tried to remember a vivid name over the entrance into the building, something like – “Captured by…”
He observed the surrounding people with a new interest. Of course, - Dick understood, - Almost all of them were captured, and no matter how they tried, they couldn’t forget the impressions of obligatory interaction with telepathists outside the battle, in everyday life, at time when they didn’t kill, but just had a rest and sometimes entertained themselves with fears and impressions of the captives.
You can do nothing about it, - Dick thought, - A war is a war, they knew what they were going to, and they paid for it. But why they couldn’t forget the vivid images and emotions, which a usual man can live through only before the death, and even not each one. When their consciousness was methodically re-leveled and studied in detail, then their emotions and senses started to show such…? When… anyway, it is even difficult to remember and moreover to describe. Of course, it is awful, but why till now…
Not without an effort Dick could draw himself out of the sweetly sad rigidness; it was the condition of all around. He anxiously looked at Lola once more. She had already understood where she was and it looked as if it would be impossible to hold her away from the hooliganism.
She was already silently enjoying her next act, in this sleepy, dull society of usual people, unsuccessfully trying to forget other emotions and other people. Dick paid attention, how Lola’s eyes shone, looking at the striper in the fake uniform. He, finally, approximately understood Lola’s forwarding joke. And, anyways, let it be like it is. But perhaps she is not that crazy to risk seriously the life of close people and the fate of the responsible task, for which they came here, in the strange country with the strange people. Or perhaps she is that mad?
Are we ok, we - the ones who let that happen? The ones, who are able to live with it and to earn money on it. Anyways, for many people everything that money can be earned by is normal. And, according to their opinion, such questions can be asked only by those, who don’t have enough money. Though… though it will be interesting to learn what they’d think and feel themselves, when they’ve got to look at eyes of battle telepathist. And will this money be enough to reimburse what they will have to live over?
…Or not to live over it…
But it will be later, and Dick had no doubt that it will occur. He was here for this. And now…
Finally the rays faded away, having brightened the wonderful, but the empty smoke, and the lights over the main stage were on. But as always, the spectators were lied to. On the brightly lightened stage a mature woman appeared in a stupid, dull with its clearness short tunic and as on purpose, she was without underwear. Making an idiot out of herself, she was picking the flowers, which were laying on the stage, and all of it was with the music of some damned cartoon. But as always were found the delighted idiots. The woman left the stage and presented her flowers one by one straightly to them. She coquettishly bended to each, diligently baring what wasn’t bared before.
No matter how sad it was, but a big bouquet was hardly ever enough. The rest three flowers she gracefully threw to all others and rapidly lifted to the stage back. There she took her tunic off with a childish ingenuousness, and eventually, reminded of a normal beautiful woman. But the strange thing was that at this moment she stretched out her hands on both sides, bended her head and made a curtsey. To spite that, the lights went off over the stage and just compensating that the idiot music stopped. The intumultuous applauses were heard in the darkness to honor the organizers of the show. Only after it, the rays in various colors again were on, wonderfully lightening the empty smoke.
Dick, obviously stunned, tried to bring strangers’ thoughts at least to some order in his head. Anyways, it was painful to be a telepathist in such society. But he could do nothing about it. Eventually, he was paid for that. He was paid as a unique telepathist of rank Chameleon, who is battling in the war, in the very heart of the enemy’s empire.
Enemies.
Dick looked around once more. What enemies are they? Most of them will be scared if looking at themselves with the eyes of telepathist, and, eventually to avoid some nonsense. However, many have already passed through it and it was difficult to treat them like enemies. Dick noticed the attention to him and looked around. Lola sympathetically eavesdropped her husband’s thoughts. Making sympathetic eyes, Lola sighed doomly. Demonstrating the respect and obedience, she refused the intention to joke. Dick didn’t believe his eyes, but then thankfully smiled, hoping, it was the truth.
By the scraps of others’ ideas, it was obvious that the old residents of the bar noticed some signs of preparation to next number. And, truly, soon after it the lights again went on the stage, but nothing happened rather a long time. Finally the usual light over the stage began to change slowly into dark, purplish bloody one. The ominous music sounded.
Lola noticeably revived. Horrors were her main battle specialties. She pulled her neck, in order to see better the two sturdy men, carrying out something long and heavy like a coffin to the stage. The purplish bloody tones strengthened their vividness, and Lola happily saw a real coffin on the stage. She even yelped of pleasure, guessing next event – the stroke in the lid of the coffin from inside.
Rodger couldn’t help laughing; watching Lola, but his laughter wasn’t joyous. He knew that in the Lola’s battle arsenal were horrors, which could be hardly endured by the surrounding people. Besides the skills to destroy the complex techniques, Lola had a marvelous battle experience on destroying the consciousness and she never lost a chance to fill her arsenal with other fears, if they were interesting to her. But now Lola just missed all this creepy things. She obviously remained for too long without any business, and now any hint on more or less conscientious horror rejoiced her.
The music faded. In an ominous pause the coffin opened, and the death itself went out of it. She very mildly treaded over the stage, went down to the stage, and lifting her long sleeves, stopped near one of the tables. Leaning towards the sitting people, death slowly but effectively with a long hole on the side of the shroud, bared her beautiful woman body.
Very good allegory, - Dick thought. – Now each man in the hall will want the death come to him, if it will be so beautiful. Dick applauded not loudly. The death turned and started coming up to him. Stopping near their table, she began to rock slowly, threatening Dick by her fall. During that a vast, but not fastened shroud by her sides, opened her great body. Rodger was charmed by her beauty, and even Dick smiled. Lola strained. The death saw her emotion, and baring her wrist from the vast sleeve, she stretched out to Lola her hunched fingers with claws. Lola provocatively lifted her chin and death stopped, decided not to risk. But for farewell she suddenly did two fast and elegant turns, wholly making her body naked, tenderly hitting the sitting ones with her shroud.
Rodger was almost blinded by her beauty and tender touch and now he saw nobody beside her. Dick applauded more energetically, than the first time. The whole hall burst in delightful whistles. But the lights died out again, and the whistles changed their tone from the delight to an extreme annoyance. Suddenly the lights were on again and the whistlers calmed down, seeing the same artist, they liked. She managed to change her costume for a short period of time. Now she was a beauty of vampires. She danced to a good music, and sometimes, getting to the edge of the stage, sitting deeply on her elegant legs, stretching claws on her graceful hands at the sides of the nearest guests, flicking hungrily with her fangs, on a rather nice face. Dick delightfully applauded. It was the first time he saw such a fortunate attempt to influence on the consciousness by the usual stage means.
All the sudden, the vampire elegantly jumped off the stage to Dick, sat on his knees, and clasping his stomach to hers, confidently clutched his hair and pulling his head aside, plunged her fangs into his neck. Before someone could realize anything, she managed to do some effective movements, surprising with her hunger, not only with her head, but also with her hips. Then she rapidly jumped on the stage, and, eventually, a little bit shaking, with satiety, blissfully and elegantly fell on the floor, freezing in the position of a curled snake. The whole hall exploded in ovations. Dick cleaned an illusory bloody stain off his neck and delightfully applauded too. Lola started to be angry with it openly.
- She could become an excellent telepathist, - Dick tried to justify himself.
This attempt of justification drove her nuts. Suddenly Lola smiled, lifted her chin, and Dick understood – he’ll have to live through the next hooliganism of his wife.
- Lola, just please without victims, - Dick managed to plead.
She jumped off her place, ran up to the head waiter, and jumping from the impatience, as a little girl, started to convince him, showing her and the artist in the uniform, the stage and herself. When the head waiter got the purport of her request, his brows flew up. Lola overjoyed and asked one sole question, pointing at the uniform. The head waiter nodded in dismay. Lola jumped again, showing delight.
The head waiter coming back to himself, examined Lola with a professional look, and noticed in her deep low-necked dress a splendid breast and that she doesn’t use any underwear owing to a good figure. Eventually, he made up his mind – if she is so well without underwear, then she can be without clothes with the same success. Calling an operator, whose duties were to direct lights and music, the head waiter with a smile proposed him to listen to Lola’s request. The operator was completely lost, listening to the flowing emotional speech of Lola, but then he revived, understanding the purpose of the show. The men in the hall noticed at once this emotional scene and now expected with interest the result of the negotiations. At some moment the operator strongly doubted and even was scared, but anyways Lola could break his resistance by jumping once more, effectively showing her breast, bringing a pair of the best arguments. The operator nodded in confusion, and men approvingly whistled. The woman artist in the fake uniform, earlier indifferently observing everything from her side, finally, decided to pick on Lola, insultingly proposing her fake uniform. The head waiter came to solve the issue. He shook his hands in annoyance and showed the artist the furthest chair from the stage. Lola happily disappeared behind the scenes.
Obviously, - Dick supposed, - the sole question, which Lola asked t
