Author's note : Here we are with the continuation of the day! =)))

They need two hours to clean up the broken pots and the puddle. They spend another two hours racking their brain to find out how they can repair the windows momentarily, as the sun rises and announces the begin of the day.
"Oh, great. Nice way to begin the new day," saysMireille sulkily.

Kirika stands up and walks to the kitchen.

"I'm going to make some coffee," she says.
Mireille grunts as an answer.

She lays her head on the table. She is really tired. She hasn't gotten enough sleep, but today they are going to leave for another task. Or aren't they?

"Are we going to do the task today?"
Mireille raises her head 5 cm to see Kirika holding a tray with coffee cups. She voices exactly what Mireille's thinking about.

"Yes. We have accepted the task, and we are going to do it, too."
Kirika nods and puts the tray carefully on the table.

PEEP

Mireille throws a side look at her laptop. She moves her mouse and clicks on the new mail.

"Uh... Kirika, we have a new task."

Kirika frowns and walks toward Mireille.

Indeed. They have a new task. Strange. Normally, they don't get two tasks in two days successively.

"Uh, and... both tasks shall be done today. What do you think about it?"

Kirika and Mireille look at each other. It is more than obvious that they don't have enough to sleep. They have even thought of canceling the first task. Now they are discussing about taking both task in one day.

Mireille snorts with laughter.

"Don't be too serious, Kirika. Okay, we are not going to take the second task. No matter what happens."

"Uh, Mireille, it's from Les Soldats."

Mireille's eyes grow bigger.

"What? Where?"

Kirika points at the end of the mail.

"See? Soldats."

Mireille and Kirika look at each other.

"So, Kirika, what do you think about it?"

They look at each other for minutes.

Mireille drinks her coffee up in one gulp.

"More coffee?" asks Kirika.
Mireille lifts her cup as an answer.

On the first task, they are supposed to kill a man-including his bodyguards-who is trying to blackmail their client. There is a big scandal involving the client, and his reputation is in danger when someone ever knows about the scandal. It is Noir's task then, to prevent the blackmailer of spreading the scandal.

Their target uses to visit his wife's grave each year on her death day. And the day is exactly today.

In the second task—the one from Soldats—they are supposed to assassinate another ally of them, who has turned against them. Mireille comments that they are now nearly part of Soldats. Just like marionettes.

"I hope this time we can get more information about them. I hate it when we do the task but we don't come under the cover of their true identity."

Kirika nods.

Few minutes later...

"Shall we leave now?" asks Kirika from the kitchen.
Mireille looks at the chaos outside the window.

"Uhm... maybe we would be able to cancel the jobs concerning the weather..."
Just like on cue, sun suddenly shines through the window. And there are some birds chirping too. Mireille can't believe her eyes and ears.

"Kirika, what is happening? Am I having a hallucination or is it such a beautiful weather out there?" she moans to Kirika, who is just coming from the kitchen.

Kirika walks to an opened agenda.

"Ehhh... today is Friday the 13th."

Mireille looks at Kirika.

Kirika looks at Mireille.

Mireille is still looking at Kirika.

Kirika looks at Mireille without blinking.

"Say, Kirika, more coffee?"

"No, thank you."

They look again at each other.

Mireille bursts out laughing.

"Don't tell me you believe in such things!" she manages to get a sentence out as she laughs.

"Uhm... I dunno." answers Kirika. "But.."

Mireille has stopped laughing. She takes her handbag from the table and walks to the door.

"Come on, Kirika. We should leave now. Or are you going to stay home today?"

Kirika fishes her bag from the floor and follows Mireille without any word.

In less than 10 minutes they are already out of the building. Then...

"Meowww... meooowww..."

Kirika stops walking. Mireille stops walking too. A black cat passes in front of them.

"Meoooww... meooow..."

"What is it, Kirika?" asks Mireille, then she sees the black cat Kirika is looking at. "Don't tell me you want to keep the cat in our apartment."

"Uh, Mireille, black cat normally tells that something bad would happen."

Mireille snickers.

"You are not only a profi-killer and cat-lover. You are also superstitious." she remarks.