without hesitation

From the ... The honor, reputation for elite special forces units were not as important as the accuracy of fire, or possession of martial arts techniques, but in the toilet, where Ray shove in that guy turned out to be the camera, but his victim - relatives in the Military Prosecutor's Office.
...
Ray was silent.
The captain finally reached a scrap of paper with the phone and asked to call this number.
- They must be working for you - he said at last.
Ray was at home, went nowhere, from the questions and laments the mother waved, drank beer and watched the Continental League Championship Ice Hockey.
... Penciled eyelids, pomaded hair, nail polish and fists again weight by. He reached for his cigarettes, and together with a bunch of jackets fell telephone number, which gave the captain.
He looked at the numbers, took a sip of beer, and called.
- Yes, - said the receiver.
Ray asked where he was.
- And where you were aiming? .
Reply liked.
- I am the captain gave the number Shpakov.
He was invited to come the next day.
The building was nondescript, with no signs, with cameras in the corners, the police post at the entrance and even the combination locks on the toilets. He was immediately forced to pass urine, blood running down the path and shoot the simulator.
The next day, had to answer questions from the computer, wearing sensors. Something like a lie detector, which had to meet with admission to the ... Only now interested in literally all.
Do you have your own way to communicate with God?.
NO.
Do you agree that your neighbors had a homosexual couple?.
NO.
Do you think that the supernatural has a place in your life?.
NO.
And so, nearly two thousands of questions.
At the end of the day brought a contract.
I, Andrew Voloshko, hereinafter referred to volunteer, being of sound mind and memory agree to perform services specifically stated in Appendix A.
I understand all the implications and all the circumstances that may arise as a result of performance of the services specified in Annex A, and waive any claims against the company, ...
- Think you can? .
In response, shook his head.
He was presented with a booklet with the story of P. Bradbury's ... Next were daily video lectures on the period of the Mesozoic. Climate, flora and fauna, geography, geology, and even.
It is every two hours, donated blood and urine, and sat hung sensors. Engineers came to the awkward suits, removed the old sensors and hung new, he sat down at the keyboard and was taken to answer questions. Finally, when all is tired and he lost track of time, he was ready to send all go in the pressure chamber was a delegation. They looked at him, took the arm, forced to dig his mouth and stick his tongue, made ​​a few notes in the tablet and congratulated on the successful completion of the preparatory period.
From the pressure chamber Ray is not released, taciturn nurse in the suit brought dropper, and engineers are rolled new rack and put a helmet on his head with a thick braid, woven from thin colored wires that are stretched to the instruments. The engineers were busy on the move changed the motherboard, the curves, which now and then poked his fingers were quite ugly. Finally, engineers, stuck out his thumb and began to clap rather each other on the back, and the nurse stuck the needle in the vein of Ray.
Sensors squeaked by a transparent tube into a vein running down the pink liquid, Ray closed his eyes and opened them, standing under a giant fern. In the Mesozoic was damp, hot and smelled of rot.
Ray took a step, he felt dizzy. He carefully took another step and another. Under his feet zachavkalo something startled tried to jump to the side, Ray slipped and fell. The elbow was plunged into something soft, sticky and squishing. It let out a bloodcurdling bass Kwaku and ceased to show signs of life. In the air with a thin squeak rose midges. Suddenly the ferns began to lean to one side, the image twitched, covered with cracks, Ray realized that falls somewhere in the blackness, he opened his eyes and saw the pressure chamber.
Someone shined a flashlight in the eyes, shook his hand, and several people excitedly poured terms of screens, waving his hands, unable to contain his emotions.
- So Che - he asked, to anyone not specifically addressed, - there was no time travel, it was a dream?.
Even through the glass suits could be seen that all the smiles.
He took blood again and again bedecked sensors forced to answer stupid questions.
Do you have your own way to communicate with God?.
NO.