Chloe shrugs.
"I am here to do a task from Altena. I am waiting for my target."
"Go and do your task but never dare to interfere in ours!" yells Mireille angrily. "Let's go, Kirika!"
"Uhm, sorry, Mireille, where are we going to? Aren't we supposed to wait here?"
A twitch shows up on Mireille's temple.
"This damn Soldats, putting us in one... oh, speaking about Soldats..."
Mireille walks back toward Chloe and points the gun again at her head.
"What is your intention?"
"I have told you, I am waiting for a target."
"Not that one!" yells Mireille hysterically. "Why do you people keep giving us tasks?!"
Chloe sighs. She turns to Kirika.
"Tell me, is she always so 'excited' when you two get any job?"
"Uhm, actually no." answers the girl truthfully.
Mireille glares at Kirika.
Chloe looks back to Mireille.
"The answer of your questions is, that you have to look for the answer yourself. I have told you that."
Mireille gives up.
She walks around the corpses and spots some strange packets of white powder. She tears off one packet and sniffs at it.
"Drugs," she points out.
Now she knows why the second man and his friends are here.
"Poor guys. It seems that they are here to make some illegal transactions. At the same time we also have to eliminate some companions of our target here. We killed them accidentally. Well, not we. You two."
Chloe and Kirika look at each other, both of them don't seem to regret what happened.
PEEP PEEP
The three girls turn around.
"It's a cell phone." Mireille starts stamping around to look for the source.
"I've found it."
CLICK
"John? Why haven't you notified me about your whereabout? Is Noir dead? Am I safe now?"
Mireille, Kirika and Chloe look at each other.
"John? John? Answer me! Can I get out of my office now?"
That's all they need to know about their target.
Our three maidens run their way up the stairs. Mireille and Chloe are running together, nearly leaving Kirika behind them.
"Hey, why are you following us?!" shouts Mireille coarsely.
"Uh, Mireille, Chloe..."
"I am not following you. I am on my way to finish my task."
"Whaaat? Aren't you supposed to be ... uff.. waiting down there?"
Chloe throws a side look at the panting Mireille.
"Emh, girls, I don't want to disturb, but..." interrupts Kirika unwillingly.
"Not now, Kirika!" shouts Mireille.
"The voice from the cell. It is my target. And you are the one supposed to be waiting down there."
"No!" Mireille shouts stubbornly. "He is our target. You are the one who must leave now."
Chloe quickens the pace as she mutters, "We'll see then..."
"Hey, not fair! Wait!"
After running some more stairs, they arrive at their destination floor. They have to stop their wild chase anyway, because they are out of breath.
"Maybe he is already gone. We have been spending a lot of time to get here. What do you think, Kirika?"
Mireille looks around.
"Kirika?"
Chloe looks around too. She doesn't see the girl.
"Oh... Where is she? Did she get caught?"
Chloe shrugs her shoulders.
"It can't be. She is better than you,"
"Pardon?"
"Uhm.. nothing important."
Mireille remembers Kirika calling her and Chloe when they were running up the stairs. What is happening actually? She can't sustain another surprise for today. All she wants to do is to finish this task as quickly as possible and go home.
Mireille glares at Chloe.
"Now we shall talk about this target. I remember just clearly that he speaks about Noir as the one who is about to kill him. Sorry, but you have to go. It's our target."
"I am the true Noir."
"And what are we? The fake ones?"
Only you are, Chloe thinks to herself.
They run along the corridor. When they arrive in front of the door, Mireille points her gun at Chloe.
"I warn you," she says with this dangerous voice of her, "...stop snapping our target out of our hands. I am asking you politely."
"You are the one who wants to snap my target from me." Chloe shows her knife below her cloak. "I won't let anyone kill my target. Not even you as her friend."
They stand there, looking each other in the eyes and ready to put up a fight.
Then the door opens. Mireille and Chloe look in horror at the person showing up at the door.
