Birthday

Night. Theatre. A couple of trucks pulled into the garage. People got out of it and started unloading the first car. Johnson Carter is watching this. Billy was also there, a kid who worked in the theater, he was driving this truck. He got out of it and asked chel.

— Excuse me, boss, but what about the payment?

Carter turned around.

— You will be paid for two trucks, as soon as this one is unloaded, you will take the next one to another place, and they will pay there.

Billy sighed.

— All right, boss.

Morning came. The natural science room at the Academy. Svyat was asleep when suddenly Dorothy started to wake him up abruptly. The kid opened it and muttered sleepily.

— Dolly, listen, do you even have a conscience? Pour so much, and then wake up at the crack of dawn.

Dorothy whispered.

— Holy, this is not the time to be harmful, there is a responsible task for you. And by the way, yesterday I asked him to sit and learn something, and not get drunk, so he will sleep until the evening.

The saint sat down, rubbed his eyes, pulled himself up.

— Well, what can I say – talent. What's the deal?

Dorothy smiled.

— Our princess from the planet of the black lizards has a birthday today.

The saint is surprised.

— Really? Seriously? Are you not lying?

— So I'm lying? Do you take me for an ordinary spy? —Dorothy was saying sarcastically. — well, listen, your task is to detain Ange until the evening, while we prepare everything here, at the table I will give you a task from the headquarters and you will do it, there will be nothing difficult. Yes, and try to make this day as fun and unforgettable as possible, frolic there, but most importantly, don't set foot here until the evening, do you understand?

Svyat nodded and got a little upset.

Dorothy asked.

— Hey, what are you doing?

The kid raised his head.

— And I didn't even prepare a gift.

Dorothy smiled and ruffled her hair, which had not yet woken up.

— Come on. You're like a gift yourself. There's a feast almost every day because of you.

Half an hour later, the whole team gathered. Dorothy was telling me the tasks that the headquarters had sent out for the week. Beatrice quietly asked the Saint.

— How are you feeling after yesterday?

— Yes, it seems to be fine. — the kid looked at himself. — if you think I look bad today, don't worry, I'm always like this.

Beatrice lowered her voice to a whisper.

— No, I just heard you crying yesterday.

The saint is surprised.

— Who told you that?

Beatrice's face changed to a serious one.

— You...

Svyat scratched his head and wanted to say something, but changed his mind. Beatrice just smiled.

Dorothy had by this time moved on to the main point.

— So, well, today we will need to monitor the theater, perhaps a new batch of those cans will be delivered there. Well, in small ways, follow one librarian, sort through the papers and sort them out, and the princess is having tea with the minister today. Who takes what?

Beatrice complained.

— And where do you need to watch from?

Dorothy checked the papers.

— From the library itself.

Chise asked enthusiastically.

"Will anyone attack the princess?"

Dorothy is persistent.

— No, they just stand nearby and probably don't let strangers in.

The saint shouted out.

— I'm not going to the theater.

— Okay, so the Holy goes to the theater, Beato goes to the library, Chise guards the princess, Ange will look after the Saint, but I have to... a stack of papers. — distribute Dorothy.

Everyone went on their assignments, Ange and Svyat were taken first. On the roof of the building opposite the theater, they were closely watching all the cars around.

The Holy asked the speaker.

"So how long do we have to wait here?"

Ange continued to look through the telescope.

— As soon as we are not machines in which, in theory, you can outgrow bombs.

The saint is surprised.

— Bombs!? Stop, stop, stop. There was no talk of bombs.

— Why do you think you need to hire people in the theater? To spend them unnoticed in the form of decorations. — Ange explained.

The saint set himself up seriously. And he began to monitor everything that was happening on the street. An hour later, he noticed.

— Will those over there be suitable for bombs? — and he began to point with a pipe at the trucks that soon drove into the garage of the theater.

Ange took out the key ball.

— Quite.

In the theater, Billy loomed over the boss again.

— Well, boss, I came for the sixth load when they already paid.

Carter looked at him.

— I said I'd pay, so I'll pay!

And he left with the employee who called him.

At this time, Ange and Svyat made their way inside and, going through the floors, found an outlet that resembled a hatch leading to the warehouse. At that moment, Carter and his assistant entered the warehouse. And the latter began to open and show the contents of the boxes. There were six of them in total, and all of them had devices vaguely resembling bombs. The assistant asked.

"Isn't it dangerous to keep them here?"

— I don't care, we are not paid for questions, but for safety. — the person answered.

Billy ran into the room and shouted.

— Boss, there are men shooting!

Картер checked his watch.

— However... Life is more important. Come on, quickly tell the guys to back off!

— Wait, but of course... — Billy didn't have time to speak as the boss and his assistant ran out the exit, which was on the way to the stage. Passing by the curtain, the assistant walking next to him suddenly disappeared, the boss looked back, but the muzzle of a pistol was already stuck in his back. Raising his hands, Johnson asked sarcastically.

— Well, who sent you? Royalty? The Commonwealth?

Coming out of the curtain, Svyat answered with an accent.

— A flying whale.

At first, the Carter looked at the kid in disbelief, but then he parted.

— And it's clear, you're encrypted, then. Well, decode it for your boss – you won't hear anything from me alive.

Glory grinned back.

— Hmm... and this is possible.

A friend let out a screech of metal and the floor shook. Ange and Svyat exchanged tense glances. The sound grew louder and at the same moment, a mechanical dragon burst through the curtain, which began to spew fire from its mouth. The stage started to burn, Carter took advantage of this and ran to the exit. Ange looked at Glory, they nodded to each other, she threw him a key ball, and she chased after the boss.

Glory turned on the key ball, took out his weapon and prepared for battle. After running away from the fiery streams, he wanted to fly up to the dragon's neck, but could not catch on and fell. In order not to get caught in another firestorm, Svyat slipped and hid behind a box, then shouted in a fit.

— E-BA-A-A-T!

At that moment, Carter ran out of the hall with a pistol in his hands and was heading for the main exit, Ange fired twice, but missed. The guards entered the case and blocked the exit. Johnson changed direction, Ange took advantage of this and with the help of a hook picked up speed and knocked John down. She immediately started the flasks with smoke, after which "they trail had gone cold."

Glory, in turn, was biding his time. He waited for the moment and threw the sickle, the crescent moon spun too hard and did not hit the dragon, but like a boomerang changed its trajectory hitting the back of Billy's head, silencing his laughter with a light sleep.

Svyat did not waste time and took off, rushing over the neck and body took out the pilot.

John and Billy were tied up. Ange introduced John to wesk, and Glory only hummed, something in the spirit of "Pustt begut neukluzhe peshehodi po luzham..." Carter was not going to tell anything, but Ange's shot to the side completely convinced him. After receiving the information, Ange and Svyat left the theater, sending another team there.

After that, Ange and Svyat went to the academy at a slow pace and talked about different things along the way. Suddenly it started to rain a little, Svyat took out an umbrella and opened it over Ange with a smile. She asked.

— And where did you get the umbrella? You didn't have it in the theater.

The kid suddenly abruptly turned the topic around.

— Oh, look, the red bus!

Ange just smiled.

Upon arriving at the academy, Ange went to her room to change her wet clothes, while Svyat went to the natural history room. When he opened the door, he saw Dorothy and Charlotte hanging a poster with the inscription "happy birthday", while the girls were stunned at the sight of the boy.

— So, you decorate it, then? Well done, well done, but hurry up, Ange will change her clothes and come soon.

The girls exchanged glances. But the Saint continued.

— And what are you looking at? Is something wrong? And we got caught in the rain, that's wet.

Beatrice and Chise came into the room with gifts, and when they saw the Saint, they immediately hid them. The latter left the room altogether.

The boy was perplexed, only Charlotte caught herself and said.

— Well, I guess it's time now. Happy Birthday!

Holy with wonder.

"Me...?"

— We looked at the date from that notebook. Charlotte said with a smile.

Dorothy put a black cap on the Saint.

— That's right.

Chisa came in and handed over a strange object wrapped in paper. Holy unpacking.

— And what kind of katana is this?

— This is kusarigama, a weapon.

I explained to Chisa.

Next, Beatrice handed over her gift, it was a remote control with a light bulb and a note next to the button, it said: "Press for light." Pressing the button, the light bulb flashed, releasing a blinding light. The saint, moving away from the flash, saw that a silhouette similar to an angel was approaching him. At the same moment, he felt the contact of lips and felt something metallic in his hands. Having fully restored his eyesight, he saw Ange standing in front of him and in his hands he had an expensive metal flask.

Charlotte told you.

— Please come to the table.

Everyone sat down, when suddenly Charlotte gave the Saint some kind of stack of papers and said.

— And this is a little gift from me.

Svyat ran his eyes over and asked what it was, handing the papers to Ange.

— These are the documents for the ownership of the football club.

Everyone looked at Charlotte in shock. The saint asked about it.

— And where did you get them from?

Charlotte sipping tea.

— I bought it. But I will say that it was cheap, but also inexpensive, the club is not in the best shape right now. By the way, another gentleman wanted to buy it, but I overtook him, however, the club may not bring a puny income. So, use it for your health.

Lawrence and Steve came into the room. The blond man greeted him first and handed over the suitcase. The saint opened it, and there were a dozen jars of honey in the suitcase. Lawrence added.

— And this will come in handy later.

Steve shook hands, gave the kid a new accordion and said.

— Come on, lizard, play!

The saint took the accordion, thanked all those present from the bottom of his heart and played "Gena's Birthday Song"