And, finally, he became close to Martha. If necessary, he would not hesitate to use the stupid woman again. Of course, in the future he will thank her.

Kyon stared at the cast, memorizing the shape of both keys. There was forming a 3D model in his head necessary to accurately reproduce the desired key. Of course, he could do not make the cast and rely on his tactile perception only, but in such a case there might appear mistakes that could fully debauch the plan.

The guy came to the door and peered into the hole. He compared the hole with two versions of the keys – the second cast was suitable. He went back to his bunk, took out a piece of construction kit and a metal tool, like a scalpel, «borrowed» during his last raid on Martha's office.

Kyon saw two options for hacking the office: use the semblance of a master key (but, unfortunately, his set of young burglar he forgot in another world; besides, even if he managed to make the right tool and open the door, quietly close it after – just would not work), or make his own key.

Fortunately, the key, which he had noticed a long time ago did not require a perfect fit - there was not so important the accuracy of the details as the rough shape and length. Thus, even without much experience in the locksmith business, a quite tolerable key that will not break could be made from a piece of solid wood from the meccano.

It was time to start manufacturing. Of course, not many people would be able to use such an unsuitable tool to cut out a piece of an exact copy, but the accuracy of perception, a perfect understanding of the motor skills of the body and the skills of the past world were reliable a.s.sistants in the difficult task.

He sat aside at the furthest from the office of Martha's bed and turned to the door (to see if the doctor will suddenly come out of his room, she had not noticed what is her patient was engaged in), Kyon carefully cut with the wood layer by layer and meticulously put all the sawdust in his pocket, then to wash off the «evidence» down the toilet.

Gradually, there began appeared a kind of key from a piece of the meccano - there were grooves and notches. The work was very laborious and time-consuming, especially given the lack of decent tools and experience in such cases.

It took 2 hours, the working day came to an end.

Martha went out and started to close the door of her office, when she noticed a spot on the key. However intently the woman stared at this little strange substance to determine what it is, she failed. The doctor decided that it was just dirt and, brus.h.i.+ng it off the key, threw the moment out of her head.

Her gaze involuntarily lingered on Kyon who was lying on the bed again, as if nothing had happened. Immediately she remembered the previous exciting and embarra.s.sing incident and heat came to her face. Quickly averting her eyes, the woman muttered to the side: «Good night.»

Kyon called out to her, sitting up on the bed and clasping his knees with his hands:

«Martha, if Bob takes me to the formations Department in the next few days, please call Martin about 20 minutes after we leave.»

The doctor was silent for some time. She frowned, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, unruly out of the bun.

«What are you up to? Why would I call him?» - she asked suspiciously at last.

«Eh... I have a terrible feeling on this day, as if there will be a disaster, it is difficult for me to explain... And I trust you very much, as a doctor, of course. If you just make a call and see if everything's okay, I'll feel a lot better.»

Alarmed voice, sad eyes, drooping shoulders - his play skillfully conveyed woman his worried mood.

«Nonsense, what a 'premonition'? Maybe you just don't like Martin.»

«No, Martin is a good man, but I have for the first time an unsettling feeling. At the time my grandmother died.»

«Is it serious? Well ... Okay, I should just call and that's it?»

«Yes, ask Martin if everything is all right and nothing else is needed. You promise?» - Kyon folded his hands in a pleading gesture.

«You know, this is quite a strange request. Well...All right, I'll call him. Hopefully, it isn't another one of your jokes.»

«Thank you.» - a grateful smile. What kind of jokes, the matter, we can say, of life and death!

Martha left the hospital with mixed feelings. {What's the plan of this bad boy?}

On the one hand, she was not inclined to call Martin for no reason, as he recently told her off for breaking the rules. But the begging look of a nice guy ... Pity will kill her someday. But since she gave her word, she had to keep promise. After all, it's just a call... Probably.

…

The duplicate of the key was ready and waiting for its moment of glory in the secret pocket. Kyon wisely decided to wait a couple of hours after Martha left to check whether someone decided to descend into the hospital. If he is caught in the office, it is unlikely he will just be threatened with a finger and let go.

His heart was restless. It was an important point of his plan, and if the key does not fit, he had to look for other options that might not surely work. So far, everything was going quite well –he managed to get the key unhindered, and Borya and Mike were escorted out of the hospital. However, even under some circ.u.mstances some patients would be left in the ward, Kyon would just have to «contribute» their strong, very st.u.r.dy sleep, holding certain points on their bodies. After such a procedure, they would not wake up even in the event of a nuclear explosion.

The best teachers taught him the basics of acupuncture for the first area of Synergy development interacted only within the body, respectively, and the first stage of training was also a.s.sociated with the body.

It's high time.

He inserted the key, pressed the lock, repeating Martha's actions, and turned it gently clockwise.

*crack*

The door opened.

{Hehe, it has worked!} - mentally exulted Kyon.

The only thing that bothered him was that Martin could now observe its location (because the mercury mirror reflected the dislocation of the marked), but, on reflection, the young man decided that it is unlikely that the device is so accurate that it can show a difference of three meters.

Kyon didn't know that Martin had tied the formation directly to himself and not to the instrument, but the accuracy didn't change much anyway.

There was a cramped room, about 3 by 5 meters behind the door. The air was permeated with the smell of drugs mixed with a drop of pleasant smell of Martha. Near the wall there stood a table with a ridiculous stuffed animal, a chair, a lighting crystal on the ceiling, several shelves, a couple of cabinets and a container-a refrigerator working on an energy crystal - it contained drugs that required certain storage conditions.

{According to the calculations, I have at least six hours. More than sufficient.}

While searching the necessary literature Kyon began to rummage through the papers, carefully remembering what and where was laid before. With a grin he noticed his drawing, safely hidden from prying eyes in a secluded place. {I love moments like this, when a woman says one thing and does another.} That's what Martha did feeling outraged that the drawing was too insolent, but keeping it as a memento.

The necessary book had been found and sorted. Kyon quickly flipped through one for the other, trying to find workable information. As he expected, there was a training manual on drugs and their use, properties, dosages and other things in a small library of Martha . Also there were notes written by hand by another doctor. Even a professional like Martha can't know everything from memory. The necessary drug was found in such a notebook.

He climbed into the refrigerator and took a flask of clear liquid from a separate compartment – sleeping pills. The instruction said that it must be diluted in water at a concentration of 1 to 150, to take inside. If the dosage is observed, the action begins in a minute. There was a note in the instructions that if this drug is drunk in hot water, its effect is halved. Martha's notes struck with their detail and attention to every detail.

Kyon took a small empty ampoule from the box, deciding that no one would notice the loss of such a trifle, and generously filled it with sleeping pills, and the rest put in its place. The next tea party with Martin will be very unusual.

The guy removed everything in its place, not forgetting to the scalpel he grabbed earlier. Now, the condition of the room «before» and «after» his shameless invasion was indistinguishable. Only the flask of sleeping pills in the fridge was slightly empty.

Kyon carefully locked the door and went to bed. He couldn't fall asleep – the young man was too excited with antic.i.p.ation. Now his opportunities were limited by the hospital only. Nonetheless, this is more than enough to implement a plan with a success rate of more than 60%.

It is impossible to use energy now, to study something useful too, there is no sense in introspection as all thoughts of his are pure and spread out on shelves. Before dawn, he could have time to separate the wheat from the chaff, plant seven rose bushes and know yourself. In the absence of grains and roses, it only remained to engage in the development of the body - stretching, for example. Sleep can wait for a couple of days.

Securely hiding the key in an invisible hole in the mattress and putting the ampoule in a secret pocket, Kyon began to exercise stretch the joints and tendons. Body was impressed with their disgusting physical training – at the moment, the guy couldn't stand to get his fingertips to the floor, awfully! Of course, he could get in fit by the method «for the lazy» - with the help of Synergy, but manual process will go much faster. Just enough work until dawn, and then you can have a couple of hours to relax.

By the end of the night there was a noticeable progress. Eight days (or rather nights) of training - and the body will be perfectly stretched. Yet the young tendons and joints were very elastic.