"Hey wake up wake up! It is already 7 a.m.!"
"Gosh there is nothing to be heard!"
"Are they already gone? Nooo..!"
"We are dead meat!"
"Calm yourself guys, perhaps they haven't woken up yet."

…one hour later….

"Not yet awake? Sure?"
The other two shrugged their shoulders.

…two hours later…

"Guys how about some sandwiches?"
"Sounds like a great idea."
"I want tuna."
"What? I prefer egg sandwich! AAU!"
"I say TUNA."
"Okay…"

….three hours later……

"Uuunh…"
"There! There!"
"Shhhhhhh!"

"Well, Kirika? Time to wake up, Kirika."
Kirika rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed.
Mireille stretched up her body and moaned, "Gosh I am so hungry, what…"
Kirika looked up at Mireille as the latter froze like an ice statue.
A second later she turned to Kirika and laughed.
"Oh right we have no food. So, wake up, wake up, let's have some pizza outside."
Kirika smiled brightly. "Yes."

"So here is the plan.
First, we buy pizza at George's. Then we can fix ourselves at Elegance. Oh come on Kirika, a bit pedicure and manicure won't harm you. Now that you have long hairs.."
Mireille took a good look at Kirika's hair end.
"See, they got splitted at the end."

"Okay," agreed Kirika.

"Then we go to buy groceries! We will stop by the supermarket and perhaps the fruit counter as well."
"We are out of bread as well."
"True. And I am thinking about the bullets as well. Let's arrange it as well at the end of the day."
"Hai."

"So let's waste no time. I am so hungry."
"Me too," said Kirika, following Mireille to the front door.

Mireille looked back and saw Kirika picking up the bag from the floor.
"Kirika let's go. Leave the bag there."
"But.."
"You don't have to carry that bag around. It might be an identification item."
Kirika squeezed the bag in her arms but then she let it go.
Mireille opened the door and smiled at Kirika.
"Come on I am so hungry!"

BLAM

"And?"
"No sound anymore. They are gone."
"…and leave the bug home. Dammit."
"But we do have some clues where they might go to."
"Georgies, Elegance, supermarket, fruits counter, bread shop, and bullets providing store."
All three men grinned evilly.
"They want to go to Georgies? What is that actually?"
"According to what they say, they want to eat pizza there."
"An Italian restaurant, I see."
"By the name of Georgies?"
"Lemma check it first."
The speaking man turned to face the computer and started clicking through the pages.

"There is a Giorgia in this town, but only a small restaurant."
"Are you kidding me? Noir surely chooses a high-classed place to eat!"
"Uh the well-known italian restaurants… there is Gregorio."
"Excuse me? They said 'Georgies'!"
"The only famous Italian restaurants left beside the Gregorio are Giordano and Benzo."

"…good job, we take the Gregorio one."

"It is tasteful like always," commented Mireille.
"Thank you very much, Mademoiselle." George, the shop owner bowed before them.
"Can you believe it, Kirika? He is an American but he is best at pizzas. I bet noone really knows where to buy the best pizza in town."
Kirika bit on her piece of pizza, glad that the pizza tasted especially delicious this morning.
They walked side by side on their way to Elegance, still chewing pizzas.
"Mireille isn't it too early for a beauty care?"
Mireille chuckled.
"Kirika, Kirika."
Mireille shook her head playfully, seemingly happy about Kirika's lack of knowledge about beauty care.
"Do you know how hard is it to get a single appointment in Elegance?"
Kirika blinked.
"Women in this town are nearly crazy about getting an appointment there. I belong to the lucky ones who have the chance to get acquianted to the owner. Haha."

"Isn't that called cheating?"

Mireille glared at Kirika.
"You just have to sit there and let yourself being patched!" she said coldly.

"Gentlemen, I don't want to be blunt, but… I see absolutely noone here who might look like a pair of high-class assassin."
Another man sighed.
"Are you pretty sure there are two women? If only they are a man and a woman, we have pretty many choices here."
All three men looked around. There were only pairs to be seen in the restaurant. Men and women.
"Geez.. we are already two hours here. I guess we have missed them, wherever they are. So now to the place called Elegance."
"There will be no mistake in it," grinned the last man. "Elegance is the most popular beauty center in Paris."

"…and yet we still can't find them."
Elegance was full like always. Women relaxing on long chairs with the beauty center employees working on their hairs and faces and hands and feet.

"Excuse me, gentlemen,"
All three jumped on their feet. A beautiful woman had approached them.
"What are you doing here if I dare to ask? Are you also here for some treatments?"
"Eh.. uh…"

"Then please go out!"

"What is that?" Mireille put the cloth on her face aside.
There were some weirdos being delievered out of the place.
"Mireille? What happened?" asked Kirika, her hand automatically slipped inside her pocket.
"Nothing, Kirika. It is just some strange guys."
"Un."

While Kirika and Mireille spent some hours inside, the men waited outside and speculated about the women who leaved the place.
"This one? No no she is alone."
"Hey hey here are…. three..?"
"Gosh even older women go here!"
"It is not of your concern, Mister!"
"Sorry…"
"Hey..!"
"A blonde and a black haired? Could that be..?"

"Mireille…"
"I know."
Mireille and Kirika walked out of the beauty salon, fully aware of three pairs of eyes watching over them. Kirika's both hands slipped into her pockets and Mireille changed the position of her handbag.

"We are followed." Mireille sighed. "Sorry Kirika, it seems that even our free days are not free from bloodshed."
Kirika nodded.
"Shall we..?"
"Not here. Geez, where shall we go now?"
Kirika looked at the plastered street ahead.
"Mireille, this may seem ridiculous, but….. shopping centre?"
Mireille turned at Kirika very slowly. They stared each other for a while without stopping to walk.
"Good idea," Mireille answered, feeling numb all over her body.