Revons Plus Grand
Chapter 27:
Requiem
"Oh dear, not again..." Takami Karibuchi was busy surveying the wreckage as the local police took notes and taped off a portion of the Champs-Elysses, diverting snarling traffic on the seventh arrondissement, the richest of the all in the metropole. Her younger sister Hikari was taking photographs of the mess, which saw a police officer slain and the shooter killed.
"Another ISIS sympathizer is making a message known to Jose and Sada, you imagine," Hikari noted. "We arrived too late to stop the situation from escalating."
"I sense a faint energy aligned to the Neuroi..." Takami used her eye to detect and confirm the aura before it disippated. "It transmitted some information to the base in Seine-Saint-Denis."
"Do you want me to call Jose and Sada to inform them of what happened?" she asked.
"Leave them be. We want to wait until the schedule lightens for them. There might be some more planned events connected to this. The nation will be having its first round of the election for their new leader, and I can tell that Paris does not want Le Pen to win this."
"Who do they want to win?" asked Hikari.
"Looks like Emmanuel Macron of En Marche." Indeed, Macron would lead the first round, but Le Pen would finish second, with the latter's support coming from the easternm and southern departments. Paris went on to shut out Montpellier 2-0, the women defeated Barcelona 3-1, Nice drew 1-1 with Toulouse...and Monaco edged out Lyon 2-1, setting up a showdown with Paris at Le Parc that would ultimately decide the balance of power in French club football for the year.
This was the training schedule for Paris in what would be a turning point week for both teams.
Men's Team
Monday, April 24th 2017
Training session closed to media
Tuesday, April 25th 2017
01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV) - Ooredoo Training Centre
Training session closed to media
Wednesday, April 26th 2017 - Parc des Princes
09:05 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - AS Monaco
Coupe de France - Semi-final
Thursday, April 27th 2017
No training session
Friday, April 28th 2017
Training session closed to media
Saturday, April 29th 2017 - Ooredoo Training Centre
11:00 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes
01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV)
Sunday, April 30th 2017 - Allianz Riviera
09:00 PM: OGC Nice - Paris Saint-Germain
Ligue 1 - Week 35
The schedule is subject to change(s).
Women's Team
Monday, April 24th 2017
No training session
Tuesday, April 25th 2017
Training session closed to media
Wednesday, April 26th 2017
Training session closed to media
Thursday, April 27th 2017
Training session closed to media
Friday, April 28th 2017 - Parc des Princes
05:45 PM: Press conference with Patrice Lair and a Paris Saint-Germain player
06:10 PM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes
Saturday, April 29th 2017 - Parc des Princes
05:00 PM: FC Barcelona - Paris Saint-Germain
UEFA Women's Champions League - Semi-final - Second leg
Sunday, April 30th 2017
To be determined
"If I surround myself with the things that matter to me, like celebrating life and being in solidarity with those I love, with those that I want to share treasured memories with, I can become stronger and full of energy, so long as I am still breathing," Georgette said wistfully to Sadako on Tuesday as the two of them prepared another spread for the players who were preparing for their home date with AS Monaco.
"The souls of the innocent who did not need to perish, I can feel their energy urging us to continue to support this team, from Seoul to Syria, from Los Angeles to Somalia and all points in between," she replied, humming softly as they felt a rush of anticipation course through their veins. "They urge your people to choose with their hearts, not with their heads, Jose."
"I can only observe as my leader in our timeline is De Gaulle, not Macron or Le Pen," she replied with a sigh. "But I observe like I am a part of it, because I really am a part of the magic."
Over at a cafe in Saint-Denis, a limousine was carrying a big name from AS Monaco, a man by the name of Vadim, to a restaurant with an unassuming name of Hippopotamus. "Mr. Vadim," said the host, shaking hands with Vadim. "Good morning, we have come to talk. My name is Ali."
"Mr. Ali," Vadim said. "You've come to do business with me at a casual place like this?"
"Yes, because the locals know me here, and you can order what you like at a discount." Minutes later, plates of burgers and fries and cups of milkshakes were at their seats. "See what I mean?"
"I sure do," said Vadim. "So what business do you want?"
"I will pay you a hefty amount of money to have Leonardo's team avoid messing around the Stade de France on the 27th next month," Ali said, taking a big bite of a burger with all the trimmings.
"How much?"
Ali clapped his hands three times. An assistant opened a suitcase filled with cash. "This is 300 million euros," said Ali. "Money that I am sending to you to help your team focus on Ligue 1 and the Champions League and the window. This is for Mr. Dimitry. AS Monaco are not to win tomorrow or there will be swift consequences."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your life will be at risk as well as that of your players," said Ali as a couple of his strongmen flanked him, holding burgers that they took big bites and chews out of in unison. "I have already contacted Jardim and told him to rest his men as they are simply wasting their time if they try to test Paris tomorrow."
"Are you crazy, Ali? We will not win the treble if we do that!"
"Jardim has been told to rest his main players or they will all be shot by my connections on the ground. Including him. So I don't think you want to risk being in the news for all the wrong reasons. Paris is France's team and its brand, its name and its legacy must be protected and we will do this by all means necessary. Including force. Understood?"
"Um, yes Mr. Ali, I understand."
"Your meal is getting cold. Best to consume it, God willing. And one more thing."
"Yes?"
"If you reveal this to the public and the press..." He made a throat-slash gesture, Ali did. "Your blood will spilled on the steps of the Casino whose fat you live off of."
"This is strange," said Georgette to Sadako the next day as they were watching the two teams go through warm-ups at the Parc. "I don't see some guys. Where's Kylian, Radamel, Joao, Lemar, Tiemoue, Daniljel?"
"Nowhere to be seen, Jose," Sadako noticed, pulling out her binoculars to get a better look. "I think Mr. Jardin decided to throw this one."
"Why would he do that, though, Sada? I thought Monaco were better than this, to throw a match and a tournament like this! That's something I can't understand."
"Oh, you'll understand all right," said Gab, rolling in to jump into Jose's lap.
"Gab, what are you doing here? No pets are allowed in the stadium!"
"No one can see me except both of you, relax." A loud meowing noise. "So, I want to explain further the situation with Monaco. They are being threatened by ISIS and told not to get in your guys' way."
"WHAT!?" exclaimed Sadako and Georgette.
"That does not benefit us because I want both teams to battle fair and square. Explain to me what is going on," Georgette said, angry.
"A guy named Ali, according to my observations, who is aligned with ISIS, handed Mr. Vadim Vasilyev 300 million euros to convince Mr. Jardim to fix the match and have them focus on Champions League and Ligue 1."
"So they are conspiring to help us defend our Coupe de France, huh?" Sadako said. "We like defending our trophies, but we want a fair fight."
"They are passing it off as player exhaustion and prioritizing competitions, but that is not completely true. If Monaco win this game, the team could be killed on the way back to the principality, even those who don't play."
"No..." Georgette said, head in her hands. "I want Paris to win but I don't want it to be this way. Are they up to something?"
"I also have some info that was not disclosed but was discussed and Ali and the sympathizers," said Gab.
"What?"
"They are planning to attack the Stade de France immediately following the final. They are wagering on Paris Saint-Germain winning and that's when they will attack with the Neuroi that they are developing. So this is actually all a ruse that our enemy is planning."
"Dear me, dear me, Gab, that is horrible! What are we gonna do?"
"I think you have to tell those on the other side to prepare themselves, get ready to head down here and counter the planned attack on everyone coming down. The shootings that took place earlier are a dress rehearsal to the big one next month. Once Monaco's reserves get run over, the plan by our enemies is going to accelerate. This are scary times, you know?"
Sadako took Georgette's left hand, clasped it with both her hands and kissed it lovingly. "Sada," Jose whispered.
"Jose, we are in this together, till death do us part. Don't let this discourage you, okay?"
"Yes, Sada, I promise."
She smiled. "Let's enjoy this. We can only defeat what's in front of us, and our mission remains the same."
"Yeah..." Georgette blushed, sighed and warmed up Sadako's hands. A careless whisper in the night. "And I will not let you go." The two of them looked on as Paris's players continued to prepare through their intricate drills.
PSG went on to roll past Monaco 5-0 on goals from Julian Draxler (26') on a cleanup tapin, Edinson Cavani (31') with a nice chaleira, Blaise Matuidi (52') and Marquinhos (90'), to go with an own goal from youngster Safwan Mbae (50'), to which PSG's No. 5 offered condolences before reading the last rites near the full time whistle. In short, the home fans got their victory, but even they felt Monaco's coaches and front office robbed them of a proper contest similar to the last meeting in league play at Le Parc.
Back at the apartment, a visibly exhausted Georgette was laid down on the bed by Sadako, who proceeded to undress the two of them. Jose was down to her unmistable underwear of whitw with blue bows, while Sadako chose to stick with simple black and shorts. She ran her hair through Jose's brown twin tails that had the scent of cocoa and hazelnuts, taking a nice whiff before breathing on her skin, triggering a tittilating shiver from her lover. "Haaaaaah," sighed Jose as her mound when up and down, completely drowned in a world of sleep.
At that point, Sadako, with a smile on her face, decided to let her sleep and she then went on to toast some baguettes to spread Nutella on. Here she was, in her spandex underwear, having a sweet yet filling midnight snack with Gab watching sheepishly. The cat tracker was displaying some of the drills and instruction going on over on the other side. The info had apparently been relayed to the team in Petersburg.
"Intricate stuff, no?" asked Gab to Sadako, eating her Nutella butties.
"To think that we intercepted their plan without them knowing it takes some skill," she replied. "But I wonder why we don't think about taking action now and we have to wait until then?"
"Because a lot can change in a month and some people might actually choose to open their mouth and blow the whistle. Pretty tense over there in Saint-Denis." A long, sustained purr afterwards.
"When I eat sweets, it's like making love to Jose in bed," Sadako said wistfully, licking the tip of her chocolate-saturated left index finger before sucking it suggestively and consuming the sweetness in it. "She is my dessert when I am not hungry for dessert. She likes it when I calm down by melting into her. It calms her down too."
"Both of you clean up after yourselves, so you do your thing while you're still here."
"The memories I share with this team have been good ones, the PSG team. I like the chances of us defeating Nice, since that's the only real test left for us. But I would imagine Angers will be motivated..."
"Sadako?" Gab noticed that tears were falling down her eyes. She was crying.
"I don't want to lose Jose. If I lose her, I want to die with her as well," she whispered, the tears fall to the floor, her appetize started to shrink as thoughts of a big part of her life dying in her arms flashed through her. "I can't let that happen!" And the sobs could be heard.
"It's okay, she's still with you," Gab said.
"Mmmmm..." Georgette walked into the living room and saw Sadako next to a pile of Nutella butties, sobbing uncontrollably. "Sada...is something wrong?"
"J...ose, Jose, I, I..." Georgette went and embraces Sadako. "!" Her breathing was hitched as her tears that came from her crimson-amber eyes started to dissipate.
"You were starting to have those visions again, huh?" Jose whispered, caressing Sadako's weary face before kissing her, licking the spread on her cheek and licking her pursed lips as a consequence.
"Because I do everything for you, baby," she replied softly, the soft and smooth skin of her lover relaxing her soul. "I do everything for you. Even help our team make this city happy."
"Maybe I need to enjoy these sandwiches as well so that you can feel better. I won't let you finish this yourself." Georgette snuggled next to a spooning Sadako, who wrapped her arms around her as the two of them indulged in the sandwiches while watching a replay of the match.
"But Jose, there was plenty to go around to begin with," Sadako whispered as their ears and tails popped out. "I was going to bring them to the bed."
"The scent and you sobbing drew me here. You know I had to save you from yourself, you can't be complete without me."
"I can never beat you because the woman is always right. And you will always be the woman in my life. No one else comes close." A bite as she fondled Georgette. "Mmmmm, this is delicious."
"It's even more delicious when we enjoy this together. I'm glad Gab's decided to sleep and leave us to...our sweet talk, eh Sada?"
She responded with a knowing purr. "Jose, you naughty girl. wwwwww..." The two girls continued to watch the Sanduskying that took place at Le Parc while casually pleasuring each other and eating chocolate on bread. In the distance, a flock of doves flew across Boulogne-Billancourt before disappearing out of sight, a sign that the worse had come to pass for Paris in terms of tough opposition at home, although the now-relegated Bastia and struggling SM Caen were not to be disrespected by the esteemed hosts.
END CHAPTER 27