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Mirii's feet were sliding, with her right one thrusting forward: gradually, they stopped in front of the large window.
"Open the window, Mirii…" Her hands grabbed the window handles, moving them sideways in a rotational pull. "Don't even think to look behind…"
Her hands pulled the window as her feet sprung forward, touching the balcony's floor.
"The balcony is as large as I suspected!" She smiled a bit. "Now, try to turn carefully when I'm almost near the rail…"
Mirii sprinted a bit: her irises glances to her right for a brief moment, pointing at vases near the walls, each with a different kind of plant. Her irises returned forward, now pointing towards the rail. She tilted to her left, while still running and keeping her sight forward.
Sweat was jumping out from Mirii's head, as her heart was beating faster.
"Come on… faster! Faster!" Mirii was panting loudly, as her eyebrows went down.
She passed the larger window, stopping: she turned behind, grabbing the window handles and moving them down in a rotational push. The paintings went against the window, as some where falling down and others kept tapping on the glass.
Mirii's head rose, as her sight caught all the paintings, which were either tapping the glass or flying around it.
… mind if you let me know what you exactly did?
"… you ingrate…" Mirii turned behind, began walking and frowning a bit.
Ingrate?
"Yes. You dared to be called a supportive Agent… yet, if it wasn't for my brilliant move, I would had fallen victim of that painting depicting Queen Isabelle!" Mirii's eyes squeezed a bit.
Oh, you are really saying that? If things were getting worse, obviously I would had told you that
"So, you are implying that you would keep your mouth shut until I'm ambushed? More specifically… until I would obviously be captured by those crooks?" Mirii's head rose.
No, that's not it. I didn't thought you wanted to brought the painting out of the building and… the madness unleashed quickly after. If I knew that, I would had told you that.
"Hmpf…" Mirii frowned a bit more. "It was really necessary mocking me, while I was chased by those paintings…? Your behavior was rather childish, to be honest."
… well, looking back at it… I guess I carried that fake attitude a bit too much. Forgive me for that… alright, right now I'm trying to enter in contact with my husband to hear the situation over there. Right now, your friends are fine… while Hun is still missing in the radar.
"Curses!" Mirii frowned a lot, as her right foot touched the first stair step. "I-I must reach the basement as soon as possible… I really can't wait to hug Hunley once again…" She smiles a bit, while blushing widely for a moment. "Uhm… I wonder which direction I should go…?"
Mirii?
"Yes?" Mirii's head rose, as her feet reached the last stair step.
Can you tell me in which museum's place are you, exactly?
"I'm in front of those majestic stairs, if I have to say so myself…" Mirii's right hand took her right tentacle, caressing it. "I'm probably somewhere around the central area, on a hallway with large windows showing"
Ok ok, I got it! Now… if you are facing one of the windows, turn on your left. Keep an eye around you, though: there might be an enemy nearby…
Mirii's head turned left and right: she turned to her left, walking forward. Her irises went to her left, as her eyelids lowered to the middle and her mouth downturned slightly.
"As far as I can see, there is nothing suspicious surrounding me… aside from that painting which previously fell on the floor." She frowned slightly. "Once I capture those criminals, I will force them to pay for such shameful damage."
Stella, I'm going to check your homework later on… good.
A sweat drop appeared on Mirii's right side of her head.
"Did she even paid attention to what I said…?" Her eyes closed.
Mirii? Are you checking the paintings?
"Of course." Mirii's eyes opened, with her irises still resting to her left. "I would never get my sight away from those beautiful pieces of perfection…" She smiles.
Mirii, start focusing on your situation… once you push that painting out of the way, I need to hear all the basement's details: I'll write them all down on the computer, elaborating them nicely enough to force the chiefs into arresting those people for good.
"Uhm?" Mirii's head rose. "If this whole supposed smuggling activity"
Supposed? You say that even after all the things you have experienced…?
"Nnggh…" Mirii's forehead was covered in sweat. "… it-it wasn't a smuggling! Pr-Project Neo isn't too interested into… the smuggling activity!" She swallowed silently. "So… so, you can't possibly count this activity as a smuggling one!"
Sigh… have you found that painting yet?
"No…" Mirii's head rose, as her eyebrows went down slightly. "Please, listen to me: if this whole SUPPOSED smuggling activity is connected to Project Neo, how can you expect the chiefs ordering an arrest towards those crooks?"
That's because the museum's workers are asking for justice, not necessarily us… did I mentioned that we counterfeited the papers to make me and Harry the chosen Agents for this mission, as well?
"C-Counterfeiting evidence…" Sweat covered Mirii's forehead, as her eyes grew a bit. "How could the Headquarters not notice that?!"
If you let the creator of the entire HQ's computer system security handle the protection… obviously you would tend to trust her so much, you wouldn't even think about it.
Mirii's irises shrunk.
"Wait… you are the creator of the entire security system?!"
Database security mostly… but I have some hacking skills as well.
"So… she could unlock all the protected files related to Project Neo!" Mirii's mouth opened wide. "I have to remember this… once the mission is over, I'll go to Tonna and ask her Aga's location. Right after lunch, I'll immediately reach this location, meet Aga and ask her to unlock those other Project Neo files, if there are any worthy"
Mirii's head turned to her left: she stops instantly, as her eyes were staring at a painting of an Inkling man sitting on a horsefish's back.
"… Aga?" She turned her legs to her left. "I'm looking at a painting of a man riding a horsefish… is this the painting you were mentioning earlier?"
Yes. Get ready: from here on out, it's going to be you versus whoever is hiding in the basement right now.