Neo genezis evangelion book 1

Bang. Bang. Bang. The butt of the kalash was hitting my shoulder hard, but I continued to drive bullet after bullet into the target. Instructor Lee decided today to see how well I can handle a weapon. No, in theory, I can handle an anti-tank rifle, but in real life... No, it doesn't seem to be that bad either. I just wish I could gain a little more mass, because the impact is literally blowing me away. But now I'm required not only to shoot, but also to shoot accurately, so I have to shoot carefully. Although okay, it's fine, I'm just happy with such training - I like shooting, I'm always ready for it. Still, after today's exercises with Gross Gever, even if it was on a simulator, it wasn't as impressive as the first time, but still, an automaton is an automaton. The instructor, in principle, was pleased with my results - I shot pretty well for a beginner, but the theory helped me in some way. It was a clear surprise for Lee that I showed the best results in firing a pistol at short range - even without a laser designator, I steadily hit the target when firing offhand. It seems that a pistol with my current performance characteristics would be the best choice, but no one exempted me from the skills of handling other types of weapons. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I lowered the machine gun, put it on the safety, took off my headphones and turned around. “Second Lieutenant Ikari, sir. Commander Ikari is calling for you,” A soldier in standard camouflage and a green beret with the NERVE emblem briefly reported to me. Ikari, Ikari, Ikari... If another one ever shows up here, people will start going crazy on this family contract. What is it interesting that Bata needs, eh?.. “What's the matter?” I asked, putting the AK-74M on the table and putting on my jacket, which I had taken off during class. “I don't know, sir. I've been ordered to escort you, let's go.” “Okay, let's go," I nodded, following the fighter. *** This is my first time in this famous Gendo office. Well, what can I say... Impressive. Very much so. It is somewhat overwhelming and depressing for an unprepared person, for example, I have almost penetrated and realized, as they say... However, this is a very good feature when talking to subordinates, you will need to take note... The commander's office was located above ground, directly on top of the pyramidal headquarters building, so it took a long way to get there - elevators, escalators... After knocking, I pushed open the heavy carved wooden door, went inside, and walked briskly to the table where Gendo was sitting. Three steps in front of him, I stopped abruptly, clicked my heels and saluted: “Second Lieutenant Ikari has arrived on your orders!” And he slowly looked around, taking a closer look at the surroundings. A huge hall, no less than ten meters by ten meters. In the wall to my left, there is a long, narrow slit, a window with the blinds up. The lighting is rather poor, the floor gives the impression of being made of stone. There are some Kabbalistic patterns on it and on the ceiling-the Sephiroth Tree, isn't that right? The only furniture was a desk with a thin computer monitor (expensive by local standards), a commander's chair and a small metal chair for visitors, and nothing else. It's a little sparse... No potted plants, no cupboards or sofas... Although, in principle, I even like it - strictly and ascetically, just in my style. True, I would have hung cold steel and firearms on the walls in my office, and put Maximilian armor and machine-gun grenade launchers in the corners, but who would let me do that? Dad was sitting in his usual position, with his hands clasped in thin white gloves at mouth level and his eyes glittering coldly behind reddish glasses. “Have a seat... Second Lieutenant," Gendo said in a slightly mocking voice. I sat down on a visitor's chair, shifted a little, taking the most comfortable position and began to devoutly glare at the authorities. The rector was silent, frozen in immobility. I was silent, not moving either. I was slowly getting bored with it, and I dared to ask: “Commander, what's the reason you called me here? I would like to get this sorted out as soon as possible and continue training...” Dad seemed to have woken up. He spread his fingers, put his hands on the table, adjusted his glasses that were sliding off his nose, and took out a thin metal-bound folder from under the table (perversely...)... “So, Pilot Ikari..." Gendo began, staring at the folder and phlegmatically flipping through the pages. I got a little nervous-this kind of conversation tactic is always a bit annoying. You can just imagine that it's your personal business there, and somehow it doesn't even matter what you say now - they'll come in, say "let's go" and hello, Kolyma... Brr... What am I? “I called you, Shinji, to clarify something. As it became known, you are showing great interest in pilot Ayanami, and I would like to know what caused this?” Yeah, the agents are already fucking here... Oh well... “It's only natural," I said, feigning surprise. “Rey is the second and only pilot we have, and in the future, I think we'll be paired with her, which is why I wanted to get to know her a little better...” “How close is it? Hopefully within reason?” Gendo asked sarcastically. “For example, the relocation of pilot Ayanami to you and Katsuragi in the neighborhood... Is this also caused by a desire to get to know Rey better?” “That's right," I said. “And I was just outraged to the core when I found out what kind of bas... she was what conditions she lives in. I think this is unacceptable and outrageous. Such living conditions for the pilot are actually sabotage and undermining the defense capability of Tokyo-3.” “That's how?” Dad seemed surprised. It was extremely difficult to accurately determine anything from his voice and facial expression -like Ray or, say, me, the Rector had excellent control of his face. “However, unlike me, he was able to do more than just the expression "face a brick...” “What about you walking Ayanami to and from school?” “What's the big deal?” I shrugged my shoulders quite sincerely. “She's sick right now, so why not just help the person?..” “Do you like helping people?” There was a hint of coldness in the commander's voice. “I try not to pass by other people's troubles," I answered him and added. Especially if there's anything I can do to help...” “Commendable, commendable... Why did you start taking Ayanami to tactical classes? You said yourself that she's sick right now and needs peace...” “Father," I said wearily. This conversation began to bore me rapidly. “Tactical classes are not such a tedious thing, and considering that Rey has virtually zero knowledge of military affairs, it will definitely be useful to her. She had been sitting there in her scientific department for too long, participating only in experiments and tests...” “That's not for you to decide," Gendo interrupted me sharply. “Perhaps," I agreed dutifully, and immediately added metal to my voice. “But it won't be superfluous either.” The commander and I locked eyes for a second. Brr... I don't like all these staring games - it's not difficult not to blink for a long time, but to withstand someone else's and a strong man's hard gaze... My father chuckled slightly. “You stand up for your comrades-in-arms, advocate for improved combat performance, and demand intensive training... Well, well. But why are you doing all this?” “I'm afraid," I answered quite honestly. “Please explain yourself," Gendo seemed genuinely surprised. “When I fought Sakiel back then...” My throat was suddenly dry, and I swallowed hard. “I suddenly realized that I could really die now, and at any second - one mistake and that's it, I'm gone... But I don't want to die. And now I'm going to do whatever it takes to learn how to kill these creatures better than anyone.” “Has the idea of giving up piloting ever occurred to you? Why don't you just run away?” The Commander's eyes narrowed slightly. “This is nonsense," I grimaced. “If these very Facilities are capable of fighting entire armies on equal terms, then I don't think I'll be able to sit on the sidelines somewhere... And I like to pilot the Evangelion, why would I give up on my own?” “Good," Gendo said vaguely. “But I want to reduce the intensity of contacts with Pilot Ayanami.” That's the way it is, jumping from one thing to another... “Hey, Rector, what did you just say?” “Why is that?” I asked, frowning. “Because I said so," the Commander snapped. “No," I said coldly. My will is against Gendo's will, my gaze is against his gaze. Yeah, very honest... He's not like the ones I've broken, so he likes all my pretenses like a mosquito's squeak. I haven't lost my mind yet to think that I can really stand up to Bata right now... “Should I give an official order?” My father asked in an icy tone, leaning back in his chair. Damn it! But this is bad! So, what should I do? What should I do? .. Yeah... Well, get a grenade, fascist! I'm using a technique called "knight's move on the opponent's head"! “Father, I know that Rey is my sister," I blurted out. “And there's no need to separate us from her anymore!” It seemed a little more and Gendo would naturally choke. His eyes narrowed, and his hands trembled slightly. “What kind of nonsense is this?” “Are you talking nonsense?” I began nervously. So, now the main thing is not to overplay it... What about the fact that Rey, minus the color of her eyes and hair, looks exactly like her mother? How about you being her guardian? What about the fact that she has spent almost her entire life in NERV, and all documents about her background and parents are classified as "top secret"? “Stop talking nonsense.” “...Are you hiding her from me or from yourself?” I continued to rage with unexpected fury. And where does all this snot and drool come from, I've never been like this? Is this Junior's influence on my mind? It turns out that not only I'm at him, but he's at me?.. “Although if you, father, even managed to send your own son to hell, then what can you say about..” “I said keep quiet.” “...Rey looks like her mom-she's definitely her daughter... But is it yours? Eh? Is that why you're hiding the truth from everyone? You're afraid of shame, aren't you?” “Shut up!” the Commander barked, getting up heavily from the table. That's where I admit I got really scared - Dad was too formidable in anger. “I'm not going to let some brat talk to me like that”, Gendo spoke in an icy tone. “And he also made some ridiculous accusations... Just because you're my son and an Evangelion pilot doesn't mean that you're allowed to do anything. If necessary, I'll replace you. We don't have any irreplaceable ones, remember that. And Ayanami is not your sister.” “Then how do you explain, Father, all that I have said?” I slightly lowered the pressure and continued to push. “Coincidences, accidents?” I'm not going to explain anything to anyone, especially not to you. Second Lieutenant Ikari, I won't keep you any longer. “Yes, Sir, Comander" I replied, squinting, getting up from my chair. And in a slightly lower voice, but so that Gendo could hear, I added. “Still, I know the truth...” My father resumed his usual pose and did not react to my remark in any way. I left the office, closed the door, walked a few steps and leaned heavily against the wall. Yo-my... Yes, it will be more exhausting than even physical training... Now the main thing is for Dad to take the bait. Everything that I managed to figure out in my head when I was trying to get out of the hole that I had driven myself into came down to one calculation. Nervously dump this Santa Barbara-smelling legend on the Rector, hoping that he will shut up. Here's the thing - or he confirms, even indirectly, that Rey is my sister, and I calm down, direct my intense activity towards combat training. Or I get a categorical refusal, I start to "dig" hard, in an attempt to clarify all the doubts I have, I get too close to the REAL truth, and I have to be removed... "No, son, Rey is not your sister, but an artificially created person using the genetic material of your mother and the Second Object A Lilith. Ayanami has only one soul, but plenty of spare bodies. I spend my evenings riveting them like pies in the NERV basement. Now, I'm sorry, son, you've learned too much... Click. Click. Bang!" So I thought, why doesn't Gendo leave it as it is in this case? Let me be sincerely mistaken and calm down for a long time: a deceived enemy is no more than half of the original enemy. Well, the kid thinks he's found his sister, and that's all he's gaping at... While. But it would not hurt to take it on a pencil... Oh, it's a risky game I'm playing, a damn risky one. Of all the things that have happened to me in recent days, in terms of the degree of threat to my life, the attempt to fool my dad is surpassed only by the fight with Object A, and even that is not a fact... Well, let's hope that I haven't made a fatal mistake in my poor conclusions, and tomorrow I won't wake up in a car driving into the woods... In the trunk. And in different bags... And, after all, we live only once, brothers, just once! There will never be two deaths, and there will always be one! Am I a samurai now or what? I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, so why should I be afraid of that? If I miss now, my friends will take me away, if I miss in battle, Object A will take me away, if I miss strategically, I will meet the dawn of a terrible new world on the shores of the LSL ocean as the only person on earth... You can't be afraid - fear kills. Although it's not worth pushing too hard either... *** So, this is the first time, and I think it's not the only time, that I've come into conflict with my own father... Ugh, you damn thing! I'm already speaking as the Youngest, although aside from that, let's have a father, it doesn't matter to me. So what am I talking about? Oh, yes, the confrontation with Dad... Well, after all this, I expected some kind of punitive and repressive measures, but no - not a fig! Do you know what I felt like during my whole escapade? But nothing! Absolutely nothing! It was as if there had been no conversation with the commander-no directives forbidding me to contact Rey or anything like that, nothing... So my calculation worked? It turns out that it is...