Police Headquarters

Heron was delighted. The first few days he even called himself and was happy as a child, won long-awaited toy. When there was a second bell, Geron is already included in the hallway. Glance at the LED electronic guard, he saw the light of tiny green lights. This meant that the PC Police Headquarters identified the man who was standing outside the door and confirms that he is not dangerous. This security system has been introduced recently, but already fully justified itself. The number of burglaries and armed robberies in the city dropped to near zero.

Geron opened the door. Before him was a man of thirty-five, tanned, with short hair and athletic figure. Pale and light trousers and a shirt with open collar successfully highlighted its sporty look. He was holding a small leather folder with a zipper. - Hero Melvin? - Asked the man. The intonation of this phrase has seemed rather Heron affirmative than the interrogative. - Yes, - said Geron .- What is required? - I apologize if I pulled you out of your affairs. I've just been in the office.

It was there that I suggested, where you can find. Heron worked as a journalist for publishing 'Daily News', and according to the charter, was obliged to inform the authorities of his whereabouts at any time. But it was classified information, and its editor had no right to disclose it. Access to it could only get the Police Office. - So you're from the police - said Geron.