Revons Plus Grand
Chapter 11:
PariSian Girls
"Mmmmmm..." Georgette Lemare started to stir, purring like a lazy Persian cat lounging around with a long view on the Ile de La Jatte. She had an arm and a leg draped around a blushing Sadako Shimohara, who was snoring happily, if softly. With a slight giggle, she sat upright and stretched. "Sadako, wake up, it's morning."
"Hmmmm? Oh." Sadako opened her eyes as well, sitting upright to stretch. "Good morning Jose. How was your sleep?"
"It was most amazing dream we ever had. We dreamt that we were in Liberion, watching Super Bowl LI from a luxury box close to the field with very rich people, ate some really good food and McDonalds, bought some souvenirs and programs, and saw a very exciting Liberion Football game."
"And you can't spell Liberion without LI, so there's that."
"Sadako, you are so locked in this morning, and we just got up." She eyed something. "Eh?" Jose saw a couple of lanyards with tickets, bags of shirts, jackets, scarves, pins and programs, and a photo. "Oh my god, Sadako, over here!"
"What is it, Jose?"
"Look at all this."
They glanced at the stash on the table in their bedroom. "Don't tell me." Sadako turned to the television and saw the Vince Lombardi Trophy lifted amidst the confetti with the final score: New England Patriots 34, Atlanta Falcons 28 in overtime. "Please don't me..."
"No, Sada, this was..."
"THIS WAS NOT A DREAM!" they both exclaimed, holding hands, surprised.
"We were actually there and got all this, complete with meeting Mr. Campbell!" Jose said.
"But how?" asked Sadako.
The television screen then changed picture as the cat tracker plopped on to the bed. A voice. "Good morning Jose and Sadako!" exclaimed Erica Hartmann.
"Erica? Good morning!" Jose said. "Pardon us being underdressed but somehow we ended up in another part of the world here while we were sleeping."
Erica's sister Ursula came in. "That's because..."
"Our dream teleportation test run was a success!" they both said, doing the fusion pose.
"You guys teleported us there while we were sleeping?" asked Sadako.
"Yes, we did," said Erica.
"While you were asleep, your dream state allowed you to watch the entire match of Super Bowl LI live and in person," said Ursula. "We timed it so that once the award ceremony ended as broadcasted by Fox, you would wake up. Everything worked perfectly. We are very pleased."
"Now, you guys are motivated to head back to training because tomorrow, your club has another game to play!"
"They are very hardy players to have a schedule like this," said Sadako. "But they are very capable of being battle tested. They like what we serve them and they appreciate the hard work we are doing."
"So, anyway," said Ursula, "we will return to our base in Karlsland to do our work in improving our products. We will return to Petersburg at a later time. We shall take our leave."
"Have fun out there, both of you!" said Erica.
"Auf wiedersehe~~~~~n!" they both said, waving. Sadako and Jose waved back as the picture faded back to the local news recapping the Super Bowl to go with the display of national and international headlines.
Georgette sighed. "Let's freshen up, we need to get to work."
"Right!"
"But first..." Georgette eyed a special outfit in a silk box in a plastic with a tag. "Kitty..." The cat tracker came in. "This is too tacky-looking for me. Think you can hand this package to the flight lieutenant?"
"Mrreeaanoughwrw!" the cat tracker meowed with a wide smile, and instantly, it disappeared, traversing through the continuum...to the Karibuchi sisters' private quarters at the base on the other side.
"Jose, do you like cycling?" asked Sadako as the shuttle started to head to the Camp des Loges an hour later on a cool and wet Monday morning.
"I don't do much cycling but when I was in Barenton, I met this young boy named Jacques. He was a gun with a gun of a leg drive typical of a son of a gun."
"Redundant much?"
"No, it's the truth, and the truth will set you free. Anyway, I met Jacques one time when my mom and I were in Rouen, and he drove me around town on his bike as I held on for dear life. I said, 'Slow down Jacques or I'll be flying and you'll be sorry!' He saw me as a bit of an older sister and he slowed down his tempo so it became a casual ride."
"Mmmm..."
"After we visited the city, I said to Jacques, 'You are such an impressive cyclist. You know there is this big race that goes around Gallia, right? The Tour de Gallia?' And he said, 'I want to be able to win it all and get that yellow jersey and live to tell my family about it!' That's what he said. He was bold to have big dreams, too."
"Indeed," said Sadako, pulling up an article from Wikipedia on her iPad. "Is this him?"
"! Yes, this is him! Oh my goodness."
"Jacques Anquetil, the first five-time winner of the Tour de France, or Tour de Gallia as we call it. A national hero by all stretches of the imagination."
"He achieved his dream of being one of the best cyclists out there." She giggled. "I was wrong to doubt him. He's truly, truly a gun."
"Anyway," said Sadako, "our team has a match tomorrow. There is football going on just about every day here in France; the local second division side is playing today?"
"Who?"
"Red Star FC of the suburb of Saint Ouen. Heard of them?"
"I know that when I was working in Barenton, some of the older people were talking about that club but I don't follow much what they are doing."
"Their history predates ours in that they are older that Stade St. Germain, our club's forerunners. They were a decent side in the past but today, they have fallen on hard times."
"Who are they facing today?"
"According to Le Figaro, it seems it is a club from Corsica. Athletic Club Ajaccio. Their emblem is the bear."
"And Flight Lieutenant Pokryshkin-no, Sasha's familiar is the polar bear."
"But to be fair, she is more into ice hockey, and CSKA Moscow. I think she wouldn't look too bad in red and white stripes. But she told me in a conversation in between operation that she is more a supporter of the Red Army-based ice hockey clubs in Moscow and Petersburg."
"No-nonsense hard hitting from warriors in blades. Us Gallians could never flourish in ice hockey. Figure skating, maybe. Alpine and the modern derivatives using what this dimension calls snowboards? Absolutely."
"I wrote a song that has a catchy beat to it and is a parody of a Dacian tune from earlier in this timeline, do you want me to sing it?"
"I have a background melody ready," said Mr. Sami from his wheel.
"Thank you. Please sir?"
"Now this I have to listen," said an eager Jose as the drumbeat and tribal rhythms gave way to the melody.
"Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Match day, I'm dressed to the nines,
I'm walking down La Seizième with a bottle of wine.
Red, blue with splashings of white.
Heading to Le Parc while under the lights.
I wonder if beyond this,
We could be dreaming bigger
Cause I am on fire tonight!
PSG is my life!
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Red-blue delight!
Part of your life!
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Red-blue delight!
Part of your life!
It starts. The whistle will blow.
This team is full of sexy as they pour on the goals.
That pass, that class and defense,
Singing, chanting at Parc des Princes!
I wonder when the match ends
If we'll be dreaming bigger
Cause this team is out of sight!
PSG won tonight!
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Red-blue delight!
Part of your life!
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Red-blue delight!
Part of your life!
(PSG for life) If you don't know by now
(PSG for life) What this club's about,
(PSG for life, PSG for life)
You'll need to be with me baby.
(PSG for life) Ici C'est Paris,
(PSG for life) Paris Est Magique,
(PSG for life) En rouge et bleu, allez!
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Red-blue delight!
Part of your life!
(Waouh~~~~~!)
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Red-blue delight!
Part of your life!
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobody!
Parisian girls, they like to party
Like nobody, like nobo-o-dy!
Paris for...
LIFE!"
"What a nice song, Sada, paying homage to the beautiful women here," said Georgette applauding as the shuttle arrived at the Camp des Loges. The day prior, while the two girls helped the men with training, the ladies defeated a team from Rodez 3-0 and would resume training to get ready for their next league match against Saint-Etienne.
"But that game we watched live while dreaming had it all," Sadako recalled. "A lead by Atlanta, the comeback from New England, and the finish. Our first American football game and it had it all."
"Big moments all around, and when it comes to sports..."
"We dream bigger," they both said in unison, laughing and sharing a high-five.
Mr. Benoit Rousseau was waiting for them. "There you are. You ready for another busy week?"
"Yes sir!" they both said, saluting in their issued PSG track suits. Jose also reverted to her normal appearance, sizes, etc.
"Here is the training schedule," he said, handing the two girls schedules and shifts. "Our first team is at home on Tuesday, and on the weekend, they have a road game. We decided you will not be needed for the away contest on the weekend against Bordeaux as your efforts will instead focus on the Valentine's Day match in the Champions League with Barcelona at Le Parc."
"Is that so, Mr. Benoit?" asked Georgette.
"That is correct. Otherwise, the schedule is no different that what you are normally accustomed to so, let's get to work, and let's hope that your wonderful service helps get the results we need in the league. Dismissed."
"Thank you, Mr. Benoit!" said Georgette and Sadako, and off to the grind they went.
Hikari Karibuchi and Yoshika Miyafuji got up after a long nap. "So, Yoshika," said Hikari as the two girls freshened up and got dressed, "What are you planning to do today?"
"The regular cooking and cleaning of the quarters," said Yoshika, Kuji Kanesada looking on. "I lost the bet, so I have offered to double down and cook food that is popular in the Liberion state of Massachusetts, such as baked beans and New Brittania Boiled Dinner."
"Oooh, sounds yummy. I am going to go for a run around town again."
"Are you gonna be back in time for supper with Takami, Hikari?"
"I hope so, but I won't be out late."
"Make sure to keep track of the time and know where you're going, just so you know, okay?"
"Don't worry, Yoshika, I know my way around, just leave it to me!" She put on her running shoes. "Gotta go."
"Bye," Yoshika said, waving her off.
At that point, Takami stirred. "Mmmmmm, did Hikari leave?"
"She went on her regular run. Possibly to stay focused after playing on the console until she fell asleep," Yoshika concluded.
"Okay..." Takami stretched, her resilient endowments jiggling idly in the early afternoon. "I see there is a package."
"Hmmm, that must be for you. Take a look at it, I have to do the housekeeping, Takami, see you." And she took off to do her end. Nikka Katajainen had returned from her assignment at Suomus and was at the range doing target practice with Naoe Kanno.
Takami, clad in just her green pajamas and white panties emphasizing her curves and cleavage, looked at the package. Smooth silk to the touch. "My..." She opened it. A white top designed to look like a football jersey with shoulder pads, glittery white hotpants and white boots. "Hmmm...I have to make it up to the others in which I lost the bet, but...how?" After a pause, an idea came. "Aha..."
"Well, as the old saying goes," said Commander Gundula Rall at a meeting at the dining hall, "majority rules and..."
"Majority wins," said Edytha Rossman. "As we have seen earlier today, It wasn't easy for the team from Boston, but their bravery and determination is what made them so successful in that league, and sport, in that timeline for the past several years."
"However," said Waltrud Krupinski, "two people among our predictors have lost the bet. Pilot Officer Miyafuji has decided that as a self-imposed penalty, she will increase her housekeeping efforts here at the base and double her workload for our squad."
"Flight Sergeant Katajainen and Flying Officer Kanno were not present to watch the contest live due to sleep and are instead training at the range. Also, the Hartmann sisters have flown back to Karlsland for their work, with some hands from Baltland to collaborate. And you already know the situation with the others. Which means," said the Commander, "I, Flight Sergeant Rossmann and Flying Officer Krupinski are awaiting your decision on how you will serve your penalty. Please, Flight Lieutenant Karibuchi."
"Very well," said Takami. "I would like to formally hold myself accountable for losing the wager as settled last evening here in the dining hall. Please accept my deepest apologies, Commander."
"Accepted in full, Flight Lieutenant Karibuchi. So, what is your prescribed penalty."
"I...will formally resume my training...wearing this..." She took off her coat.
Seconds later, Takami left the dining room with a seductive gait and stride, coat removed. There were three people on the floor, gasping for air, blood coming out of their nostrils at an alarming pace.
"Haaah...huuuh...hsdjkfsfkjdshfi...help...help, I have been critically hit in the vital parts," gagged and sputtered Waltrud.
"Same...ugh, here...ohhh, huuuk, ohhhh, urrrgk," gasped Edytha, pupils dilated as blood was also trailing out of her mouth and her hideous grin.
"Both of...ohhh...of, of, of...of you, ahhhhhahh, uhhhk, I can't breathe," sputtered Gundula, flat on her back as if she was shot point blank by Waltrud's trusty pistol. "If only...Pilot...ahhhhk, Officer Mi..ya..fu..fu...fuji was here...haaaah, is this...the end...of the B...B... Brave...Wit... ches? Ahhhhh, haaaahk...urrrkgkjko..."
Yoshika overheard some desperate gasps and quickly went to the dining room, the strains of Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings playing in the background as she ran to the room. "Yo...Yoshika, save us," gasped Edytha, tears of despondency cascading down her blushing complexion. "Please save us..."
"Ohhhhhhhh," the three cried before they collapsed and fell into a coma.
Yoshika put a palm to her forehead. "Oh, guys, that's just...that is...!" She turned to Takami, posing sexily in Lady Gaga's Super Bowl LI halftime outfit before walking over to the comically grave scene. "Takami...oh Takami. Oh you. Oyongo."
"Speaking of which, I think there is a man by that name that had won a title for his country over on the other side, although just a guess, knock on wood," said Takami, her arms around Yoshika like a doll. (She would be right though, as confirmed in a message from the cat tracker.)
"Man, I knew I was going to have to double down..." The groans continued from the three young ladies in distress and shock. "...but this is more ridiculous than a Superb Owl!"
END CHAPTER 11