Gloomy day.
A lonely estate in the wilderness.
Four people in black suits got out of the black car, including Steve and Lawrence.
They picked up the brown coffin and walked towards the forest.
There was a small clearing between the trees, in which the entire White Pigeon team, Okochi, Noboru, Mary, Duke, Gazelle, and the guards were already waiting.
The guys carried the coffin with downcast faces, while the others watched with equally sad faces.
They carefully placed the coffin in the tombstone and moved away.
The Duke spoke softly. — I need to say goodbye.
The first one volunteered was Charlotte, who slowly stood in front of the open tombstone. Words drifted through the dark veil.
— Today... We came to send our friend on his last journey...
Everyone stopped holding back. Someone had a tear running down their cheek, someone was covering their eyes with their hand. Beatrice completely snuggled up to Dorothy, who herself lowered her head.
Charlotte continued.
— And may this day never be forgotten, just like himself...
Charlotte left, and Dorothy and Beatrice came to the coffin. Dorothy began.
— For the first time, he came to us like a little star, and he shone brightly, brightly, until he went out, and all so that we could continue to look at the sky while he lit our way...
Beatrice also tried to say something, but she couldn't stand it anymore and rushed to Dorothy, clinging to her.
Lawrence refused to say anything, after which he thirstily began to drink from the flask.
Chise came over and spoke.
— It was an honor to fight alongside him. He was never afraid of any opponents and avoided all obstacles, yes, he could get scared and leave the battlefield, but to come back with new strength to continue... He wasn't a bad warrior, but he was better at being a friend...
Chise left, wiping her face with her hand.
Steve went next. He stood in front of everyone, looked at the tombstone, and turned around again.
Steve hesitated for a long time, but managed to squeeze out a couple of phrases.
— I... really believe that Glory... He would find the peace he deserved, even if he hadn't asked. I know how difficult it was for him at certain moments... so I wish him well... He's free now... Thank you.
Steve hurried away. The last one was Ange, who slowly approached the tombstone.
She touched the coffin, then turned to everyone with a serious but depressed face.
A moment later, a tear began to flow down her cheek, then another, until Ange began to cry at all, sitting down on the ground.
Charlotte and Chise ran over to help.
The duke looked at what was happening calmly, but then, because of the drop, he raised his head up.
It started to rain.
The boys closed the tombstone, on which was carved "Glory Lavigne".
After some time at the estate.
The main entrance was opened to the guys. The house was half covered in dust. The boys entered it while the Duke stopped the princess.
— The property is not new, and it has been cleaned for a long time, but little is known about it – an ideal place to hide from prying eyes, use it.
— We are very grateful for everything you do for us.
The Duke sighed softly.
— Gather your strength. Big changes are coming, and alas, you are not the last to participate in them.
After that, the Duke left, and Gazelle spoke.
— Tomorrow, I personally and my team will make sure that the house is clean and comfortable for living.
— Very well, thank you.
After that, Gazelle looked towards Ange, who was going up to the second floor. The gazelle in a whisper
— I assure you that this place will become the safest on this planet...
The Gazelle has left. Charlotte entered the house, turning to the right, she saw the kitchen with the dining room, where Dorothy, Beatrice, Chise, Okochi, Noboru and Lawrence were sitting, sleeping at the table.
Charlotte walked on, and a conversation broke out in the dining room. Chise was talking.
— So now the headquarters will be here?
Dorothy spoke up.
— For the time being, until the mission is completed.
— And after that?
Dorothy sighed.
— I don't know...
The girl started turning the keys.
— I don't think I... we can pretend to be ordinary schoolgirls." And Ange and I are in our senior year.
Chise thought about it.
Noboru asked.
— Sorry to interrupt, but what is meant by "mission", is it like a mission?
— Uh...
Dorothy in a whisper
— Do they understand that? Couldn't you have said it right away?
Chise spoke up.
— There's a 'mission' here, like...
Beatrice raised her head.
— They call the period of time when the last will is fulfilled...
— Yes... — Whispering chisho in Japanese — is a delicate topic, so keep your voice down and no one will know.
The guys started up and bowed to the girls.
Dorothy covered her face and then sighed heavily as she looked at Lawrence.
At this time, Charlotte went in the other direction, where there was an exit to the terrace.
Steve was leaning against the wall, smoking.
Charlotte asked.
— Is everything okay?
Steve, without turning around.
— Yes...
— Well, okay...
Charlotte hurried away. Steve threw away his almost finished cigarette butt, after which he immediately reached for another cigarette.
Inhaling tobacco smoke, he exhaled heavily.
Steve saw a couple of drops falling from the roof, then looked up at the sky and sighed as the rain started to fall again.
At that time, Charlotte was climbing the stairs to the second floor, simultaneously removing dust from the railing.
The second floor began through a corridor that ran across the stairs, from where you could immediately look at all the rooms.
The princess walked through the rooms and, seeing the door ajar, came and opened the door.
Ange was in the room, holding a frame and a photo from Casablanca in her hand.
Charlotte came closer and spoke.
— It's beautiful, but it seems to me that it belongs in a prominent place.
Ange smiled, but then returned to her usual facial position.
Charlotte spoke up.
— I see you are not very happy that your dream has finally come true. You've been saying all along that you want to be in the big house, alone with us.
— It's not about the location... And we're here until Richard gets over it, and until then, it's all just part of the mission.
Charlotte sighed, and then, wiping the mirror, said
— Yeah... and why does everything necessarily happen according to the most difficult scenario?
Ange, seeing the reflections of herself and the princess, said with a grin.
— On the planet of the black lizards, it's called drama.
At that time, at least some kind of table was being prepared in the kitchen to quietly spend the Holy Day.
They were joined by Ange, Charlotte and Stephen. Everyone sat down at the table.
After a lull, Charlotte tried to force a conversation, but suddenly Stephen stood up and spoke.
— Honestly speaking... I hate to make a speech about this, but... it should be conducted with dignity.
The mechanic took a glass.
— I'm really amazed that so many people gathered at this event and ... it's very difficult to imagine such a campaign here, and students of elite schools, nobles, people from other countries, and even from other planets... And we're all here because of one little guy who was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time... Here's to you, my dear friend.
Stephen drank the glass and put it on the table.
Deep evening.
Kitchen.
Dorothy cleared away the last of the dishes and spoke.
— Finally, this day is over.
Beatrice, standing on a stand and rinsing a plate, said.
— It really wasn't an easy day, but have you chosen where you will spend the night tonight?
Dorothy sighed.
— I'm so tired that I'm ready to fall asleep here... And, Betochka...
— And?
— You're back to "you".
Beatrice paused for a moment.
— I'm sorry, I was worried...
Dorothy stretched and yawned.
— Okay, let me help you quickly and we can finally rest.
Beatrice smiled, after which she held out a wet plate, but she touched a hanging rag from the cupboard, which caused a handful of dust to fall on the washed dishes. Dorothy spoke up.
— Well, or we won't go...
Beatrice is depressed.
At this time, on the second floor, Chise dragged her friends into the guest room.
Okochi spoke.
— What are you doing? They were sitting fine...
Noboru hiccupped.
— Yes...
Chise, looking around, threatened.
— So, listen to me here, pea pods... You're sleeping here today, and tomorrow we're taking you to Lord Horikawa's, and don't say a word about all this, okay?
Okochi spoke.
— We need to report...
— I don't know, come up with something, you're very good at it.
Noboru muttered.
— And if we don't want to?
Chise closed the door.
— Have it your way...
Strange sounds started coming from the room.
Terrace
A little further from the table, Ange and Charlotte were sitting on a blanket spread out on the grass, admiring the evening sky, and Lawrence was dozing nearby.
Charlotte spoke up.
— Is it nice sometimes to just look at the night sky...
and forget everything that exists and does not exist?
The Princess shook her head.
— On the contrary, remember all the good things that happened to you... to understand that this part has been lived and, looking into the future, go forward.
— Poetic...
Stephen came out of the house with a guitar.
Stephen sat down next to Lawrence and started tuning his guitar.
Charlotte said with a smile.
— Would you rather admire the stars? And even more so, we can wake up the others...
at that moment Beatrice, Chise and Dorothy came out of the house, the latter yawned and said.
— No... Again?
— What are you all talking about? For a beautiful view, you need beautiful music.
Dorothy spoke up.
— Ange, at least tell me...
the girl just shrugged her shoulders.
Stephen started playing "Tiny Flower Garden" with a smile
Everyone sat down in a clearing and just watched the stars.
The song seemed to continue the next day, when Gazelle arrived with a team to clean the house.
The guys took out buckets of rags and began to wash everything.
Beatrice and Dorothy were dusting the kitchen and dining room, which caused them to suffocate a couple of times.
Gazelle watched the maids who were cleaning the ground floor, and at the same time, a disgruntled
Lawrence, who was forced to scrub the floor with a mop.
Steve was watching all this, smoking from the terrace. Chise came up to him, shoving the Japanese with her eyes closed. Steve sighed, threw down his cigarette and went to Chise's car with the Japanese behind her.
Ange and Charlotte were cleaning the rooms on the second floor.
The spy was putting caches everywhere, while Charlotte was watching curiously.
On the first floor, Lawrence, washing the floor, came across a ring handle. Dorothy opened the door and, together with Lawrence and Beatrice, went downstairs.
Beatrice lit a candle and illuminated the room. The cellar was filled with barrels. The guys walked to the end and came across a closet, Beatrice lit it up.
Lawrence and Dorothy looked at each other with a smile when they saw the pile of bottles of old wine.
A moment later, they were sitting in the kitchen tasting wine when a Gazelle caught up with them.
She gave the guys a disapproving look, but left without saying anything.
In the late afternoon, they finished putting things in order. The guys began to accompany Gazelle and the maids, as Stephen and Chise arrived.
Gazelle, standing at the threshold, spoke.
— It was said, we'll move the things later.
— Yes, but we have urgent business.
Steve spoke and took out a bottle of wine. Gazelle exhaled calmly, took the bottle away and spoke.
— I don't want to leave the estate until my next visit, okay?
Stephen remained silent as Lawrence saluted from behind him and Charlotte waved.
Gazelle sighed again, and then they were gone.
After a moment, Stephen put the second bottle on the table. Lawrence spoke up.
— It's lucky that I didn't take away the second one... otherwise, these are for an amateur.
— Yeah, very much.
Steven said, turning the bottle over and punching the bottom.
Wine began to flow out of it, and then a cylindrical tube fell out.
Ange took it and opened it. Unfolding a long piece of paper, she spoke.
— A letter from the control.
Dorothy spoke sarcastically.
— Oh, really...
Ange said nothing without answering.
— There is a clue about the prince's possible hiding place, we need to move out.
Chise was surprised.
— Is that all?
Ange looked at Charlotte, who smiled imperceptibly, then glanced at the others while they listened attentively.
— "A special task for me and the Princess, send the rest to another mission." p.s. the mission in the application...
Beatrice peeled off the wrapper, on the back of which was the mission.
Dorothy spoke up.
— Well, guys... Are you ready to go against the organization of ubiquitous spies and the state?
Everyone nodded.
— From now on, no secrets!
Ange whispered.
— No...
Beatrice said.
— We don't have any equipment.
Chise with a grin.
— We took care of it.
After that, Stephen opened the back seats, where the equipment was.
The guys changed their clothes and armed themselves. Beatrice spoke again.
— But we'll be spotted in an instant...
— In this car, yes...
After which Stephen directed everyone to the forest where the bus was located.
Dorothy got behind the wheel and the team drove into town.
Beatrice wanted to ask again, but Ange turned off the girl's sound.
As she left, only Charlotte looked towards the manor, after which she spoke.
— No secrets...