Forgotten new and old

The garden near the academy. Svyat and Chise staged a duel on their guns. Glory easily parried Chise's attacks, but could not hit himself in any way. After another attempt, the Japanese woman knocked him down.

Svyat lying on the ground spoke with shortness of breath.

— Do I have an easier training method?

Chise sheathed his katana and answered.

— You need to study, you defend well, but you need to work with the attack. Well, you can play chess.

— Great idea, now I'll just rest for an hour and I can play. — Svyat muttered impotently and with relief.

Ange, Charlotte, Beatrice and Dorothy were sitting at a table in the garden. The latter stretched and began to speak.

— But it's still useful to relax sometimes, because so many adventures have happened in a year.

Beatrice was surprised.

— But spies don't have days off! We will always be ready.

— But there was no need to reproach. — Dorothy sighed.

Chise and Svyat have come. The boy put a tray with two cakes on the table.

— I brought you something to eat here. — He was saying, finishing his third.

Ange asked.

"How many did you eat?"

Svyat scratched his head. Chise replied.

— There were 10 of them.

Dorothy noticed the note on the tray, took it and read it, she got up, said goodbye and took Beatrice away.

Dorothy and Beatrice went to tell old friends.

First of all, they stopped at the laundry, which, although it had straightened out its affairs since the last meeting, had its own difficulties.

Marila greeted our heroes with warmth.

— It's been a long time since you visited Beato and Dorothea, what brought you here?

Beatrice wanted to say something, but Dorothy interrupted her.

— We are also very glad to see you and came here purely on business matters.

— Hmm... And what did you want to discuss? — the laundress's mistress was interested.

— First of all, can we go to the office? — Dorothy suggested.

Marila took the heroines into the study while she walked away.

Dorothy began rummaging through the drawers. Beatrice also went to rummage and asked.

— What are we looking for?

— Notes, letters, or other mentions of something that is not related to an ordinary laundress. — Dorothy explained in detail.

— And why in the laundress? — Beatrice continued her curiosity.

— Control thinks that maybe someone is on our trail and so we need to find out who it is and why it is.

Marila entered the office, and the girls quickly stopped searching.

— So, what did you want to talk about?

Dorothy, having already come up with an excuse, wanted to say, but Beatrice interrupted her.

— Tell me, have you started cooperating with the police?

The hostess sighed.

— Yes, of course you helped us a lot then with the equipment and the idea of the miners' uniforms, but even so there were not enough funds to service all this and to fix this problem we agreed with the internal police, but here we just have enough hands to keep up with all this, so we started hiring new employees. And let's just say that no more skilled workers have come here since you.

— I see. — Dorothy replied with relief. — well, don't worry, we will definitely get together again in a big company.

— Such a chance is less than winning all the money in the casino. Marila joked.

Dorothy and Beatrice said goodbye and drove on.

Meanwhile, Chise, Ange and Svyat were in front of the Academy.

Ange painted the picture while Chisa and Glory just had to wait.

— How long is it going to be? — impatiently asked Saint.

— Patience is also an important spy ability. — Ange replied calmly.

— Yes, and he lost 3 times in a row, so now sit and wait, the painstaking work of the artist. — Chise added.

— I'll paint a masterpiece in 5 minutes, give me some paint. — he stood behind the Saint canvas and began to create.

After 2 emotional attempts, Svyat got mad and left.

Chise sighed.

— What a child he is.

Ange picked up the sheets, with a small smile.

— But still very talented.

Unfinished portraits of Ange were painted on the sheets.

At the same time, new bodies were brought to the morgue where our heroes went.

The old lady still working there immediately recognized Dorothy and Beatrice. You could read both joy and sadness from the meeting on her face.

The girls got to work. Beatrice asked again.

— What are we looking for now?

— We are looking for strange objects that can help us, but I appreciated the black joke about inanimate ones. — Dorothy answered seriously, but with a smile.

— No, no, it's not true, I accidentally misspoke, you shouldn't blame me for an accident. — Beatrice muttered.

Dorothy laughed.

After some time of inspection, Beatrice noticed something strange and called Dorothy.

When Dorothy saw the corpses, she began to think out loud.

— Two men with identical head wounds, apparently from bullets, look like civilians.

Beatrice guessed.

— Maybe undercover?

— What are you getting at? — Dorothy asked.

— Well, you never know if civilians will come across a couple of bullets, especially so perfectly in the head.

Dorothy thought about it while Beatrice continued.

— So they were undercover and maybe they were policemen who were killed by spies or terrorists, or the military, who were waiting for the same fate, or the most plausible option is spies who were killed by other spies or policemen.

— I can agree with the first two, but I would argue with the last one. The police have the right to shoot only as a last resort, and there are no such accurate policemen in this world, so I think there was a clash of spies, or an ordinary drunken brawl. Dorothy assumed. — in general, there are too many incomprehensible things for today, we will return here later, but in the meantime we will stop at the pub.

Beatrice nodded.

Dorothy and Beatrice came in from the pub and walked up to the counter. The room was pretty quiet today, including a few customers sleeping at the counter.

Dorothy and Beatrice ordered drinks and started talking. The guy raised his head, blond hair appeared from under the hat, and began to mutter, intermittently hiccupping.

— I'm sorry, couldn't you... I would like to speak a little differently... Be quiet?

— Yes, of course. Have we ever met before? Dorothy asked kindly.

— Hmm... I don't think I'd have you on duty... I remember it. The guy continued to yell.

— Oh, so you work for the police? Well, what should I call you, by your first and last name or rank?

Dorothy was sucking up.

- yes... I'm working, but my fili...gree skill no one appreciates the faceted craftsmanship. And my friends call me Law... rence, although I don't have any. — the guy was telling me, finishing his whiskey.

— Nice to meet you. My name is Dorothy, and this cute assistant is Beatrice. Dorothy explained ingeniously.

— You look tired. Can you take us home? Beatrice suggested.

— Am I tired? See how I can. — Lawrence tried to get up from his chair, collapsed on the floor and fell asleep.

Dorothy and Beatrice drove a slightly sober new friend home, they came to the academy themselves.

Chise was sitting in the room, watching the game of chess between Saint and Ange.

Dorothy asked mockingly.

— What's the score?

— 29:0. — having measured herself, Chise answered.

After a long turn of the Saint, Ange looked at the board and suggested a draw. Svyat calmly accepted the offer and jumped dumbfounded to the door.

— Dorothy, get the drunk, I'm after Steve, today

We are celebrating!

Dorothy shouting after him.

— Hey! I still don't have enough drunken intellectuals here!