Kingdom of a thousand [EN Premier] (BX-Edition) by Eftos Eftos (best business books of all time TXT) 📕

latest beta testers. Take a pair of three for you finish. "
"Very good," rattled the addressed. Henley and Patchara are cared for quickly, then Svinenysh's turn. The Ruba on big feet. At least now this is worth a mention, because the poor bot almost desperate.
All boots are too small. Finally, he digs up from the bottom, the final package with the largest size produced. With difficulty, he went over the foot and ankle of the alien. But then it fits like a glove. It almost looks as if running Svinos apparatus adapts flexibly to the shaft.
He looks around: there is certainly Henley, now 30 cm higher. Patchara wobbles suspect, but after all, you already upright without holding on. Svinenysh is already one with his new boots. Ready to leave.
Botty further rattle: "In this new prototype is it's the latest spring geometry. Nanotechnology is the finest processed in your. On the side of the boot Spring are three buttons. Running, sports and endurance mode. By default, when shipped, they are currently on going. "
"Sport is pressed quickly," shouted Svinenysh between and starts jumping up faster and higher. Soon he was juggling or bouncing on the ceiling. He quickly loses control. "Waaah" he roars between each jump.
Botty is on the spot. He jumps at the Ruba, pulls him from the feet and ends up with him along the corridor. He quickly pressed the run button.
Svinenysh shakes and shakes himself. Then he struggles to his feet. He braced his hand on the nearest shelf. "Energy too brutal," he finally stammered.
His audience is between laughing and crying. Patchara said only: "And with these things we should skipping two miles?"
"Outside it's better," Henley replied, "will see". He goes on Anda and thanked: "You know what, I'll buy three! Your credits are in the account tomorrow. Thank you for your help. If I can even do something good, let me know. "
Only the young diplomat's daughter thinks a little further, she goes on to Andra and asks: "Are you gave me your Comm's number? Because I have a feeling that this might sometimes be important. Also, I could tell you then send over recipes from the country of the rising sun. "
Both had reasons for Andra hands and feet, so this was clarified. They also would have helped the children in each case.
Patchara thanks, but you know that you have thus created a wire into the home. A combination of all authority over. A secret channel Andra Njall-Nef Mikkel and home to the Petch-a-boons.
Svinenysh the incident just been forgotten, hobbles out first. Higher and higher he bounces around, somewhere. Henley must intervene, "you know where to go?"
"? Soo wu, hääh" addressed the question between each jump, then the Enlightenment: "Aah, right, yes. As you first! "
He calmed down, Henley sets off slowly, then Patchara Svinenysh and lastly. Henley looks around. With a grim face behind him his best friend. Amazing how quickly you learn to jump. Not three minutes later, you already have the hang of it.
"Time for a shortcut," Henley calls and turns into a backyard. "Now there's course!"
Zack over garbage cans and parked between Flycas's go over a fence. Svinenysh now makes art jumps, holds suspect Patchara as good.
"Watching people back there is this stupid yapper, but it is the shortest path ..." Henley jumps to the next plot.
"Wow arrrhh rrrrowwa uu!" Immediately comes the poison mushroom shot. "Oh no!" Screams Henley "he has given a boost."
A second, more toxic journeyman rushes frantically out of his hut. The barkers are so stupid, so you immediately pick out the weakest link!
Both are now pursuing Patchara, whenever you end up trying to fight both skein pack. Knapp's is in a panic, you start to cry. Bad, the only incites the the crazy pair even more.
But Svinenysh is on the spot. From the nearest tree, he plucked a fruit slushy. Zack in the face of an attacker. The citrus bullet bursts, whining to make the hit of Dannen. Appear to contain much acid, some fruits here on Pak Prime.
The second beast is out of control. He blocked the way Patchara. This haphazard jumps up and down, no bite abzubekommen single goal.
Svinenysh observed, then he takes precise measurements and jumps him from behind on his tail. The claimant howls terribly beaten and goes off to lick his backside in his stall in the last corner.
Finally, the young diplomat's daughter Henley follow in his direction. In this secondary courtyard jumps so high it goes on and on and what's over there trying mitzubekommen going on. Relieved, he notes that now follow both unharmed.
"Was something wrong?" He asks in the round. His best friend there is no mistake, the answer is ready: "No, what should it be? Let's go, go on! Or do you live here, little prince? "
So the trio hops briskly towards further Regent Avenue 1, Svinenysh now calls between each jump "Jo Syntari!" Or something similar.
The environment will open. Free park-like areas are the flying children. In the distance, already an imposing building is visible. Henley's home.
Patchara is impressed, but it cleverly hidden. The rear entrance is reached soon. Henley indicated by his friends to convert to running, after a few somersaults Svinenysh does so well, with a slight murmur.
Only specially authenticated visitors have access to those upscale home to Westerburg. So no problem for Henley.
The stow three jumpers in your backpack and put on your normal footwear. Henley then holds his Comm across goal and our three heroes are entering.


 
(XXV) Pow-wow MOW-I
"Peng! Pow! "Alertly Patchara jumps behind a tree. Svinenysh expressed as flat as a flounder on the lawn.
Henley yells: "Stop, stop Opa Willi's Henley I am!"
"He's over there on the Trivy you liar!" Another shot "Pang!". Can "Grandpa Willy stop it!" Henley now roars as loud as he.
"Who are you?" Riuft the attacker "go out, show yourself you coward and hands above your head!"
Henley is doing as he was told and walked a few meters in the direction of the shots.
"Well, as you are so small you could try almost ... Come forth, my eyes were sometimes even better ..."
Outside the back entrance of the building, an old man with smoking gun. He has many years under his belt, but looks wiry and had, in spite of the show just moves too kindly in the face. Under his white hair, two eyes were squinting intently towards Henley.
Finally recognizes young janitor William Rechtenwerck Prince. "Devil again, Henley! Where did you come from? "He asks sheepishly.
Meanwhile, pulls himself back on the Svinenysh Ruba, also Patchara Petch-a-boon carefully peeks out from behind your tree.
"I'll leave" giddy Henley. "Good to see that everything is the same."
Good mood, he tells his friends behind him: "May I introduce you, our dear caretaker Rechtenwerck Willi, Willi called grandpa."
Well-being is different. Both have spoken to, instead, you love Güte'-faces mounted.
"Ah, hm, so see that the people over there from the old world, eh? Since we have so little to fear. "Patchara smiles helplessly. Opa Willi now turns directly to Svinenysh: "Who are you?"
Svinø throws himself into bowl and proclaims that: "Am I Svinenysh Gal ... am I Svinenysh! You are master budget Henley boom, pow? "
"Hää?" Grandpa Willy does not understand. "Ruba colleague talked a bit twisted, Willi." Henley responds quickly, "But he is otherwise completely normal."
"My parents are there?" He asked further.
"No, that's why I'm so nervous," replied the hard-working caretaker "Ratia is on some Levi's Representative Congress and at the top Paking. Comes with pure. Because talking is better. "
Inside the cozy craft booth is precise, the janitor, he asks directly. "So why exactly are you here, Henley?"
Reluctantly, he replied: "Well, I would need to talk with my father. Personally! Although we are unmolested out of school, start over because fortunately soon spring vacation, even if it is late summer here, but if my signature is found Comm ... Sure I can take another. But how is the security for the target device to trick? "
"If my father is in the Paking, then I need as quickly as possible then. This is the best. What about the fleet? Even a flying base is there, or just scrap this old heap? "
"? What do you mean" Willi asks angrily: "The old seagull flies like an angel! At least this is still good old real handmade fly! "Henley pulls a face.
"I'll fly up, if you will. Trifle. "
Opa Willi tinkering for ages in his stead, Seagull 'I MOW-rum. One of the last old-type aircraft, before the time of the first visitors from the Raah and your Flycas.
Since there is no conventional fuel to buy more, he admits to filling the empty surrounding pharmacies or any fuel burns itself substitutes for alcohol.
The start is a sensation, less because of the blue smoke, but rather because of the fact that I actually MOW eventually takes off. The sprawling lawn behind the estate ranges from just this. Some trees in the northwest rear look as though beheaded.
"What do you mean" Henley asks the group. "Oh yes, flying, jet," says Svinenysh immediately without trace of a threat to discover. Patchara lowers her head and shaking him slightly.
Opa Willi has even more in store: "Desperate Times. Largely because of this Torg Yuri Petrovich, the military spokesman of Her Majesty. What a Rottweiler, this General. They should leave us alone! "
"Well, whatever the case. My Seagull is perhaps old as the hills, but I'm technically weapons up to date! Here, I am armed, have the latest series of gun fire there. "
He gout over to an old secretary and pulls out some of these self-loading pistols. Henley grabs one and puts them on. The ammunition is elegant, flattering and very hard to distinguish from a normal to a belt holder Comm.
The fully automatic rapid-fire silenced handgun itself is extremely lightweight and fits comfortably in your hand. Amazing what modern mechanics is capable of.
"This is excellent ballistics," Willi says proudly. "I'll give you three pair for emergencies! Woe unto you play around with it! The hollow-point bullets on the belt last for several thousand rounds! "
"Are hundreds of cartridges. On the side to set the speed. If you're careless, you empty the magazine fired in a second. "
"The ammo itself is extremely toxic. Hydra-Shok heads with lead Dorn, perfect mushrooming with maximum impact. "Patchara flinches, her stomach turns around. Does the serious?
"Be glad I have you greeted with my old gun, but who wants to like a corpse in the backyard."
Opa Willi laughs out loud, but the children ..., especially Patchara has a very queasy feeling in my stomach. Her is more than the others realize that they are on any vacation trip.
Only in an absolute emergency, you would be willing to explain these monsters to create a weapon.
"Now's then on to the next shock" you muttering to himself, as the troops marched into an old warehouse.
Oh no, over there you is yes: MOW-I, a true museum piece. "What an amazing sight!" Grandpa Willis is immediately comment.
He goes to a dusty chest and digs out some old-fashioned spectacles. "As co-pilot: Here are your glasses. My quick gull of course, has a cockpit, but it takes sometimes. Particularly at cruising speed. "
Patchara snorts through the baking, but does so just as you were called. Henley itself has set up a questioning glance. Only the adventurous Svinenysh with fervor here.
Opa Willi climbs behind the wheel, Svinø jumps from zero to place next to the copilot.
Patchara and Henley put in row two. "Then I'll fire up the bird time" says Willi, and presses the start button.