The garden near the academy.
Svyat and Chise had a duel with their guns. Glory easily parried Chise's attacks, but he couldn't hit himself. After another attempt, the Japanese knocked him down.
Svyat, lying on the ground, was panting.
— Do I have an easier training method?
Chise, sheathing his katana, responds.
— You need to learn, you defend well, but you need to work with the attack... Well, we can also play chess.
— Great idea, now I'll just rest for two hours 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.
— Still, it's useful to relax sometimes, because so many adventures have happened in a year.
Beatrice looked surprised.
— But spies don't have days off! We always have to 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 said, 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, picked it up and read it, she stood up and said goodbye. Beatrice followed her.
Dorothy and Beatrice went to tell old acquaintances.
First of all, they stopped at the laundry, which, although it had straightened out its affairs since the last meeting, had its own difficulties.
Marilla greeted our heroes with warmth.
— It's been a long time since you've visited us, Becky and Dorothea, what brings you here?
Beatrice wanted to say something, but Dorothy interrupted her.
— We are also very glad to see you, and we came here purely on business matters.
— Hmm... And what did you want to discuss? — the laundress's mistress was interested.
— Can we go to the office first? — Dorothy suggested.
Marilla took the heroines to the office while she left.
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 the laundress? — Beatrice continued her curiosity.
— Control thinks that maybe someone is following our trail and so we need to find out who it is and why it is.
Marilla entered the office, and the girls quickly stopped searching.
— So, what did you want to talk about?
Dorothy, having already thought of 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 with the equipment and the idea of the miners' uniforms, but even so, we didn't have enough money to service all this, and we agreed with the internal police to fix this problem, but here we just have enough hands to keep up, 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'll definitely get together again in a big company.
— This chance is less than winning all the money in the casino. — Marilla 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 could only wait.
— How long is it going to be? — Svyat asked impatiently.
— Patience is also an important spy ability. — Ange replied calmly.
— Yes, and I lost 3 times in a row, so now sit and wait, the painstaking work of the artist. — Chise added.
— Yes, I'll paint a masterpiece in 5 minutes, give me some paint. — Svyat stood behind the canvas and began to create.
After 2 emotional attempts, Svyat in went berserk and left.
Taking a deep breath.
— What a kid he is.
Ange picked up the sheets, with a small smile.
— But still very talented.
There were unfinished portraits of Ange painted on the sheets.
At the same time, new bodies were brought to the morgue where our heroes went.
The old lady, who still works there, immediately recognized Dorothy and Beatrice. You could read both joy and sadness from the meeting on her face.
The girls set to work. Beatrice, asking again.
— And who are we looking for now?
— We are looking for strange objects that can help us, but I appreciated the black joke about inanimate ones. — Seriously, but with a smile, Dorothy replied.
— No, no, it's not true, I accidentally misspoke, you shouldn't blame me for an accident. Beatrice was muttering.
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 wounds to the head, 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 facing 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 precise policemen in this world, so I think there was a clash of spies, or an ordinary drunken brawl. — Dorothy guessed. — in general, there are too many incomprehensible things for today, we'll come back here later, but in the meantime we'll stop at the pub.
Beatrice nodded.
Dorothy and Beatrice came in from the pub and approached the counter. The room was pretty quiet today, with few customers, including one sleeping at the counter.
Dorothy and Beatrice ordered drinks and started talking. The guy raised his head, blond hair showed from under the hat, and began to mutter, periodically hiccupping.
— I'm sorry, could you... wish could say a little more... Quieter?
— Yes, of course. Have we ever met before? — Dorothy asked pleasantly.
— Hmm... I don't think so, I would have you on duty... I remembered. — the guy continued to hiccup.
— Oh, so you work for the police? Well, what should I call you, by your first and last name or by your rank? —Dorothy was sucking up.
— Yes... I'm working, but my place is fi... ne craftsmanship, no one appreciates. And my friends call me Low... Rence, even though I don't have any. — the guy told me, finishing his whiskey.
— Nice to meet you, my name is Dorothy, and this cute assistant is Beatrice. — Dorothy explained resourcefully
— 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 took their slightly sober new friend home and arrived at the academy themselves.
Chise was sitting in the room, watching the game of chess between Svyatta and Ange.
Dorothy asked mockingly.
— What's the score?
— 29:0. — measuring herself, Chise replied.
After a long move by Svyat, Ange looked at the board and suggested a draw. Svyat calmly accepted the offer and jumped up to the door, dumbfounded.
— Dorothy, get the drunk, I'll get Steve, today we celebrate!
Dorothy shouting after him.
— Hey! I don't have enough drunken intellectuals here either!