Revons Plus Grand
Chapter 31:
Revons Plus Grand
At long last, the final week of the French football season had arrived. Here was the training schedule for the Paris Saint-Germain men and the women going forward. The men were facing Angers SCO in the Coupe de France final, while the women were finishing a difficult league campaign at home to Girondins de Bordeaux at the Stade Charlety.
Men's team
Monday, May 22nd 2017
No training session
Tuesday, May 23rd 2017
Training session closed to media
Wednesday, May 24th 2017
Training session closed to media
Thursday, May 25th 2017
Training session closed to media
Friday, May 26th 2017 - Stade de France (Saint-Denis)
06:15 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes
07:15 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery and a Paris Saint-Germain player (live on PSG TV)
Saturday, May 27th 2017 - Stade de France (Saint-Denis)
09:00 PM: Angers SCO - Paris Saint-Germain
Coupe de France - Final
Sunday, May 28th 2017
No training session
Women's Team
Monday, May 22nd 2017
Training session closed to media
Tuesday, May 23rd 2017 - CSLBF (Bougival)
02:30 PM: Press conference with Patrice Lair
03:00 PM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes
Wednesday, May 24th 2017
Training session closed to media
Thursday, May 25th 2017 - Stade Charléty
03:00 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - Girondins de Bordeaux
Division 1 Féminine - Week 20
Friday, May 26th 2017
Training session closed to media
Saturday, May 27th 2017
Training session closed to media
Sunday, May 28th 2017
Training session closed to media
He was a fine lad, in his early 20s, choosing to go on a different path in order to find his real purpose, though he was aware it would come with a price. He juggled a few darts, the precision of the juggling leading up to the throw. He spoke. "She, the one who will rise to challenge our mission to defeat the unbelievers of the world..." The darts hit a picture of a naked Georgette Lemare in the back. Simulated rivulets of blood leaked out of the picture and it continued to bleed for a while. At around this time, an explosion took place at the Manchester Arena, and an Ariana Grande concert.
"Daamir, what are you doing?" asked Jalaal al-Saab, the second in command of the Parisian ISIS Branch to his boss, Daamir el-Farid, who took over after the previous head, Ali Al-Nasri, was killed by police in a firefight not too far from the underground hideout accessible only by dab.
"Throwing darts, brother Jalaal. Behold. This whore of Normandy from an era gone by is the one that is encouraging this city's resolve to crush us alive. She and her army of infidel warriors must be stopped on one of this nation's biggest days, the final of the Coupe de France, this Saturday. Our preparations are nearly complete for an all-out assault on the Stade."
"So we indeed are attacking this venue again like two Novembers ago, brother Daamir?"
"Only this time, we will look to destroy the stadium and everyone in it, including the whore, Georgette Lemare. Her impure heart and intentions must be cleansed by Allah's final judgement, but in order to make this realized, she must perish."
"Quran (2:191-193) states, 'And kill them wherever you find them, and turn them out from where they have turned you out. And Al-Fitnah [disbelief or unrest] is worse than killing... but if they desist, then lo! Allah is forgiving and merciful. And fight them until there is no more Fitnah [disbelief and worshipping of others along with Allah] and worship is for Allah alone. But if they cease, let there be no transgression except against Az-Zalimun(the polytheists, and wrong-doers, etc.)' True words that we, as messengers to Allah, must adhere to moving forward."
"And with Allah's blessing, the Neuroi, those angels filled with the spirit and power of the 72 Virgins, the Houri, will help carry out our mission to purify this misled caliphate and its constituents. Thus, we shall then spread the message across all the corners of the world. Our caliphate will make Islam the religion of peace, and the Sharia law will unite men and women of all persuasions. And only then will there be no fighting, bloodshed and suffering."
"And with that, brother Jalaal, we must gird our loins for one of the most historic moments in the history of our organization. A benediction to our brothers fighting the forces of evil in Iraq, Syria, Sham, and around the world. We will not disappoint and we will die in our struggle if we must because we will be rewarded no matter the case. The Islamic State, its leadership and its values are worth dying for, and we will not have any regrets. Brothers!"
"Yes, sir!" exclaimed the others, stopping their work.
"The time has come to accelerate preparations and lay an all-out assault on the Stade and defeat those who stand in our way. Our jihad, our struggle, is one not done in vain, but with a purpose, to point the lands of the West in the correct direction so that there will be no struggles. The people of Manchester, in the United Kingdom, have been made aware of this through our ally, brother Salman Ramadan Abedi. Might makes right, inshallah and we will be victorious over the Infidels...and their allies...the Brave Witches. Stand and deliver!"
Jalaal let out a roar. "TAKFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!"
The others prostrated and chorused as one. "Allah hu Akbar! Allah hu Akbar! Allah hu Akbar!" The wheels were in motion as all resumed their planning for all-out assault on Le Stade on Saturday.
"Wow, look at these new kits," said Georgette to Sadako as they were given custom-made kits by Benoit Rousseau of the PSG Foundation over at the last practice of the season for Paris Saint-Germain at the Stade de France in Saint-Denis. "Raglan sleeves. So cute! And the small verticle red stripe."
"And it has our names and the number 502 on the back," she added. "Wait till the others see this."
"You seem to be pleased by the new outfit," said Mr. Benoit.
"We are, thank you providing us with this," said Georgette. "It's a futuristic feel and aesthetic."
"As this will be your last week working with us this is of many farewell presents we will be handing you. The finest goods"
"Mr. Benoit, we are truly honored to be in your service," said Sadako.
"Be sure to put them in a safe place when you choose to come home following your match." Manchester United had won the Europa League after dispatching of AFC Ajax 2-0.
"Understood," said Georgette. Benoit then took his leave, leaving the two girls alone.
"So this is the Stade de France," said Sadako, watching the players go through their run-through. In the grand scheme of things, this was very much PSG's de facto final home game. PSG had yet to be defeated at home, and Stephane Moulin's Scoistes were given the unenviable task of shocking the nation and winning their first-ever Coupe de France. "May the football gods be on their side tomorrow."
After serving the players one final meal, Sadako and Georgette took a shuttle back to their apartment in Boulogne-Billancourt to begin packing up and getting everything prepared to how it was before they moved in. The landlords were due to arrive at some time next week, at about the start of the next month.
Meanwhile, Unai Emery addressed the players one last time. "Gentlemen, this was the final practice of the season that you all went through. Tomorrow will be the Coupe de France final. And all the hard work you put in, the highs, the lows, the happy and sad and angry moments, all come down to this one opportunity to finish a difficult year strong and on a high. After this match, there will be no more games to play. For some of you, this may be your final match in a Paris Saint-Germain uniform. For others, your journey in Paris continues. We will evaluate where you all go from here in the days ahead.
"But wherever your career takes you, do not forget to play our style one last time and defeat Angers, and make history by making this club the most accomplished club in one of the most prestigious cup competitions in the world. It may be destiny that we will lift the trophy in this, the 100th edition of this competition. But you must earn that place in history. Believe in other, believe in yourselves, and believe in your club. I love you all. I thank you all for being a part of this journey, as it has been an immense honor to work with you. Dismissed."
"Are you sure we should do this?" Naoe Kanno said to the others gathered in the teleportation chamber.
"We have to get ready for the operation tomorrow," Waltrud Krupinski replied.
"We are anticipating a massive convoy," Tomoko Anabuki said, "so it is all hands on deck."
"Ah, it is a shame we are only in modern Gallia for a few days before heading home, it is too short a stay," said Edytha Rossman, having one last cup of tea.
"Our role is to provide support to those already there and provide protection," said Gundula Rall. "The enemy is well prepared for a coordinated attack on Paris, and so we must rendezvous at the residence of Pilot Officer Lemare and Pilot Officer Shimohara. I do believe they may have something waiting for us."
"And what might that be?" asked Aleksandra Pokryshkin, with a glint of suspicion in her eyes.
"Why nothing more than dinner, of course."
"So you say."
"Sanya."
"Let us all join hands and keep our eyes closed so that we can focus and ensure we are there safely," said Sanya Litvyak. "Ready, 1, 2, 3."
The Brave Witches, Sanya, Tomoko, Eila Ilmatar Juutilainen and Yoshika Miyafuji all joined hands and closed their eyes to meditate in a circle. Within one minute, they all disappeared from the timeline of Petersburg in 1944 and were transported to Paris in 26 May, 2017. It was 6 p.m.
At about the same time, Georgette and Sadako were outside their apartment. Hikari and Takami Karibuchi had also arrived from their recent shopping run. "Hey Jose!" exclaimed Hikari, waving.
"Hikari, we are back," she replied, exchanging hugs with the sisters. Gab had rejoined the group from her recent expedition at the hideout underneath the Saint-Denis Basilica. "You bought a lot of stuff, eh?"
"The last shopping run we will ever do before coming home," said Takami. "Bittersweet, to be honest."
"Want to head to our place to watch some news and stuff?" asked Sadako.
"I guess we can before we head to our apartment," Takami said. "Let's go."
"So, the team had their final training of the year and the players are motivated to get things done. But I have a strange feeling that the worst case could happen," mused Georgette.
"Be positive Jose, we have a job to do tomorrow," said Sadako. She opened the door. "Oh my..."
"SURPRISE!" said the others, who had teleported successfully to their dorm room.
"Wow! Oh my word," exclaimed Jose as she and Sadako shared a group hug. There were tears falling out. "You made it! You all finally made it! Welcome to Gallia in 2017. Or rather..."
"LA FRANCE!" they all chorused, having some laughter afterwards.
"At last, I am here, even though I am in the territory of Qatar Saint-Germain and the girls with big boobs," Nao said, scheming as ever. Her stomach growled. "Um, well this sucks..."
"We have plenty of food," said Sadako. "Anyone want to volunteer with cooking?"
"Me!" exclaimed Sanya and Yoshika.
"Let's prepare a big spread for everyone. Jose, wanna join us?"
"I'll leave it to you this time but I may join in later," she replied.
"Suit yourself!"
Georgette turned to the others. "Guys, quit standing, have a seat, I'll turn on the TV, make yourself at home, good grief..."
"Did you miss us?" asked Waltrud, petting Gab who let out a big meow and a deep, sustained purr.
"I definitely did. You came at the perfect time, everyone."
"You knew this was going to be a team effort, right Jose?" Gundula said to her.
"Yes, Commander."
"Gundula's fine."
"Sure thing."
"Anyway," said Sasha, "we will be temporarily staying here for the night before we head to Vélizy-Villacoublay."
"Vélizy-Villacoublay?" asked Nikka Edvardine Katajainen. "What's over there?"
"The air base, Base aérienne 107 Vélizy-Villacoublay, is a base used by the Gallian Air Force, or Armee de L'Air. Updated versions of our striker units have been transported by X-11 clones in secret and are being prepared for us to use. At about 0700 local time we will be leaving for Villacoublay, with the exception of Pilot Officer Lemare and Pilot Officer Shimohara, who will be working with the Paris Saint-Germain Football Club for their Coupe de France defense operation against Angers Sporting Club de l'Ouest."
"Ahhh, so we finally get to show Paris the true power of the Witches! Awesome."
"Hey, don't mess up, all right?" Nao retorted. "Our seiza thing is not for show, you know." Her stomach growled again. "Dammit! Merde!"
Sanya saw a cereal box. "Lion Wild?" Some wheat cereal with chocolate creal. "Hmmm..." She took the box, poured the cereal in to a bowl, poured some soy milk, and placed it on a table with spoon. "Nao, over here. Lion Wild."
"GIMME~~~~~~!" roared Nao, flashing a fang as she grabbed the bowl and ate up quickly
"A cereal that fits her very well," said Waltrud. "Lion Wild."
"You shut up this instant you fake Countess!" Nao exclaimed, her face messy from the chocolate and milk. "I am not a lion, I'm a dog. A DOG! Get it through your bloody head!"
"Let the jimmies rustle through you, little doggie."
"Woof!"
Eventually, the main dishes from from Frog XVI were served, with just about all of the edible goods from the pantry since this was a big group being served. The leftover would be finished the next morning before all but Sadako and Georgette left for Villacoublay.
"Nothing like good old Liberion food to remind us of the big brother across the Atlantic," said Yoshika. "This is great, nice work!"
"I taught Sada well," Jose noted.
"She taught me well," Sadako admitted.
"This is so satisfying," said Edytha. "I never had food from this timeline and it tastes cleaner, fresher, better. Like food from heaven."
"Hey, is there wine?" asked Waltrud. "We need some alcohol here." Georgette brought some bottles and poured glasses for those who were able to drink. "Arpents du Soleil! Oh yes."
"This is the only wine from Normandy," said Jose. "I bought all the bottles that were available at the Carrefour."
"Mmmm, this feels like a winner."
"We also have Calvados, if you would like to sample a glass." She brought the bottle to Waltrud but the Countess took the bottle and juiced the whole thing down. "Dear me..."
"Ahhhh, now that feels fantastic, hic," said Waltrud with a hiccup. "Hehehehehehehehhahahauhuhuhuhaaaah!"
"Ugh, we wanted to sample the Calva too," said Edytha, who eventually was able to sample the liquor alongside the others who were able to drink. "Mmmmm, this does require something heavy."
"So this is what Normandy is known for, huh?" said Takami, downing her share before returning to her meal. The generous portions that the witches consumed absorbed the alcohol and reduced the side effects. Of course, the younger Witches didn't get to enjoy the alcohol and were served Breizh Cola instead.
"What does Breizh mean?" asked Hikari to Georgette.
"Brittany, or Bretagne, in the local Breton language," she replied. "So this is Brittany Cola. There's a diet version, a zero cola version, a version made with a sweetener called Stevia, peach iced tea, grapefruit soda and lemon water. I bought them all for you to try." Georgette opened the refrigerator door and brought them out.
"Gimme the grapefruit, the agrum!" said Nao. "Mine, mine, gimme!" Georgette poured a tall glass of the grapefruit drink for Nao, who chugged it quickly. "Another." Rinse and repeat. Nao them slammed the glass down and thrashed her head back, squealing in exultation with a flashed fang, a fist in the air. "Ahhhhhhh, that's so much better! Vive La Republique! Vive La France!"
"Vive La France!" they all said, charging their glass and resuming their meal, all laughing.
Nao felt a strong reaction. "Uhhh, Jose, where is the bathroom?"
"Down the hall, straight that way," she said, pointing with an open hand."
"Ahahahah, thank you, merci, eheh," said Nao, chuckling like an old lady with a deep voice, mixed with questionable meowing noises as she cantilevered to the bathroom.
"You know, I just realized something after reading the news," said Tomoko.
"What is it?" asked Sadako.
"I believe tonight is the start of Ramadan. Most important month for Muslims, if I recall, where they fast during the day and have an early morning meal and a meal late at night."
"And?"
"We came at the right time, as the Islamic State is planning to go all-out on the first day, which is tomorrow, or more exactly, hours from now," said Gundula. "We will need to be providing security in case things go down at La Stade. There is confirmed reports from Gab and the Hartmann sisters that the power of the 72 Virgins as depicted in the Qur'an has been captured, corrupted and used as the energy force behind the Neuroi we are planning to eliminate."
"How can these horrible people do this and misuse their religion's afterlife reward as a way to attack Paris?" exclaimed Nikka.
"ISIS is losing the battle with the West in Syria and the Levant and Iraq, it seems. Mosul and Raqqa are slowly being won by forces in the West and the leadership is being taken down," said Sasha. "To balance this, they are using 'inspired' and 'directed' attacks to regroup. The attack in Manchester are an example of the work that is currently going on in Saint-Denis. No one realizes that in order to access the hideout, they have to perform...what is it called again?"
"The dab, Sasha," said Waltrud.
"Ah, yes, that."
"Our operation is in cooperation with the Armee de l'Air and the Groupe d'intervention de la Gendarmerie nationale (GIGN)," said Edytha. "Colonel Laurent Phélip, the GIGN commander will be meeting our group at Villacoublay to disseminate the rules of engagement. Sadako and Jose, for the most part, you are to remain with your club and leave the operation to us. Only in extreme circumstances will we ask for your support. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" they both said, saluting.
"Well, we really do need to get some rest," said Eila, yawning. "Good thing this is spacious."
"Indeed," Sanya replied.
"If you want, you can actually room with us," said Hikari. "Who wants to?"
"Me!" said Nao, Nipa, Yoshika, Sanya, Eila, and Tomoko.
"Follow me, then. We'll see the rest of you tomorrow," said Takami. "Let's do our best!" They all left.
"A little bit more breathing space," said Gundula. "Well met, I would say."
"Sadako, you don't want to join the other Fusou girls?" asked Sasha.
"We're together," Sadako and Georgette said in unison, pointing to each other.
"Ah, that's right, I had forgotten. You're the tenants here until the term ends next week."
"Do we have to be called in to action at all, Commander?" asked Jose as she and Sadako washed the dishes and cleaned the table.
"Well, you already know the rule but..."
"But?"
"Always be ready to step up. We are all Witches and we are one team. So be ready when it is your turn to sacrifice your life for the world."
"Yes...Gundula."
"Well met. So, is there a place where we can rest?"
"I will prepare mats and blankets since you are only staying for the night," said Georgette.
"Don't be too loud while we're sleeping, we know your game very well," said Waltrud with a wink.
"Countess, please show consideration and privacy, that's intrusive!" she shot back.
A deep laugh. "My apologies."
Soon, the morning came, and it arrived on the city of Paris with a collective feel of intention and an overwhelming nervousness regarding the edict in which its followers and sympathizers adhered to. Security at all of the domestic football cup finals was taking place, including the Coupe de France final.
"Mmmm, Jose?" asked Sadako, an arm over her head.
"What?" she said.
"I think they have left. I heard a door close and I heard the sound of leftovers being eaten and the sound of running water."
"Well, they must showing consideration after all..." Georgette left the bed and opened up the window. A fresh gust of wind resulted in an updraft, revealing her shiny white tanga. She looked back and giggled.
"Dear me..." Sadako whispered, getting off the bed and embracing Jose before fondling her breasts and flower, the two of them sharing a kiss. "This is our last day doing work for the team. This is it. It's been a great ride being on this journey with you, my dear."
Georgette looked out the window, blushing. "I suppose it has... Let's go ahead and wear our clothes, one last time."
After one final shower, Georgette and Sadako put on their newly issued kits...followed by their uniforms. But this was not the training top and bottom that the two girls wore. It was their usual uniform from their work with the 502nd over their jersey top and shorts. "In the end, I couldn't stop being myself," said Sadako.
"Same here," said Georgette, dusting off the dirt a little bit before making the bed and folding the blanket. She then went to the mirror and looked at herself. The images of her time in France, in Dijon, and Caen, and Barcelona, and elsewhere in Paris. The victories, the defeats and draws. The work with the women's team. The chance meeting with Mr. Macron and his wife. The meals and tidying up of the Camp des Loges. The Spring Break. The meeting with Iroha Isshiki and her fondness for Lyon. The future boy wonder from Manchester United, Alex Hunter. The walks in the Saint-Germain-en-Laye forest. And many other adventures that happened during her time. The pictures all came to mind.
But there was one more event, and perhaps one more battle, for the two girls to engage in as ISIS's underground army in Saint-Denis began the final preparations prior to deploying the Neuroi to the Stade de France in the middle of the first iftar of Ramadan, AH 1438. The rest of the Witches were on their way to Velizy-Villacoublay, located not too far from Saint-Germain-en-Laye, to go over plans for the operation behind closed doors. It was 9 a.m. Central European Time.
The Witches were scheduled to be deployed at about 7 p.m. local time and would have enough striker unit power to last until 6 a.m. in the morning. Two Witches would be assigned a corner of the stadium to hove over and be on the watch for Neuroi movement approaching the venue. Sanya and Eila were stationed on the Henri Delaunay end, hovering over a practice athletics complex. The Karibuchi sisters were stationed on the Jules Rimet end, hovering over the Cinema Gaumont Saint-Denis. Naoe and Nikka were stationed on the Mail des Aigulles end, howevering over traffic on the A86. And on the Mail de Ellipse end, Yoshika and Tomoko were stationed, floating over the Autoroute du Nord, the A1.
Gundula, Edytha, Waltrud and Sasha were assigned to float over the department Seine-Saint-Denis to detect movement of the Neuroi. As the commander, Gundula would then mobilize the others to sortie with the Neuroi bots and engage in a firefight. Any attack that actually hit the Stade would see Georgette and Sadako escorted immediately to the Parc des Princes ASAP...as their striker units were inside the designated change rooms of Paris Saint-Germain in a secret location under wraps, and they would take off from the pitch itself.
As for Paris themselves, Angel Di Maria and Javier Pastore had their homes searches for possible tax evasion and were cooperating with the authorities per Unai, whose match with Angers would all but be the last game he would ever manage at PSG due to the incoming new sporting director, Antero Henrique of Portugal, formerly of FC Porto, coming in to clean house and restore order in French club football. Police also entered the head offices of the club to check for any instances of tax fraud, out of the sight of Georgette and Sadako.
Antero was coveted by the Chelsea Football Club of Hammersmith and Fulham, London, years ago but was unwilling to join the Blues. Michael Emenalo filled in those shoes instead and the current-to-date Premier League champions doubled down on scouting. The end result for the boys from the Bridge—Stamford Bridge, that is, their ground since 1905—was a glorious return to relevancy and the UEFA Champions League. Maxwell Scherrer's body of work with the club had made him a legend and he would be offered a staff role to potentially begin his career as an administrator.
Monaco were also seeing the pieces from their Ligue 1 start to depart, with Bernardo Silva signing with Manchester City for a record 60 million pounds. Benjamin Mendy would also follow suit after joining on a 50 million euro transfer. In other news, the PSG women's team drew with already-relegated Bordeaux 2-2 as an unconvincing warmup to their Women's Champions League Final.
The girls had already left the base at Villacoubly and flew to their posts, armed with their designated rifles, hovering over the partially-open white dome of the stadium. Each of the Witches was given a backpack filled with rations in which to eat during the halftime break, should there not be any enemy activity.
"This stadium is so beautiful, onee-chan," said Hikari. "Look at the flags on the field."
"I can't see much due to the enclosure but it looks quite nice," said Takami.
"I don't know what song they are playing but I seem to warm up to it," said Tomoko. "Very relevant to my interests."
"You like the music and style of this period, Tomoko-chan?" asked Yoshika.
"There is a safe, pleasant feel to it. It's something I can be secure in. It's energizing, too. The brass and the percussion."
"Ah, there seems to be a camera from the helicopter," said Eila to Sanya.
"Oh?"
"Wave to them." The witches at the stadium all did, and the man doing the camerawork waved back. "He sees us." The tifosi from the Parisian supporters read "11." As in, "We want the 11th trophy." Gab was in the stadium and with a meow, on cue, emerging from the smoke was the trophy. The fireworks showered in the air as the band got ready to play "La Marsillaise."
"Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé
L'étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens
Formez vos bataillons
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!"
Emmanuel then went to shake hands with the players and referees. "This seems to be taking the longest time," said Nao. "Hey, Monsieur President, hurry up already!" she called.
"He can't hear you," Nikka said.
"..."
Eventually, the handshakes had finished and both teams and all in the stadium offered a moment of silence for those who perished in Manchester. The Witches all bowed their heads. Georgette was on her knees, perhaps also sensing the base underneath the Saint-Denis Basilica starting the final countdown.
The whistle blew, and the match began. Vincent Letellier was the best player on ground in this match, as his flurry of shot stops and collections put the Angevins, the Scoistes, within touching distance. As for Paris Saint-Germain, they had an off night. Wide right on wide shot, wide left on another, a few over the bar, a missed cross here, a missed pass there, and irresponsible touch and control everywhere. The first half passed with no score, and the second half seemed to show more of the same.
"What are we going to do?" asked Sadako as the deadlocked match reached second half stoppage time, and there was a corner on the right side for Angel Di Maria, one of a number of players having a rough night, conceded by Romain Thomas.
"Watch this," Georgette said. Di Maria delivered the ball, which was supposed to reach Blaise Matuidi. Instead Issa Cissokho got in the way to try to clear and scored an own goal.
"Sadako! Georgette!" said Gundula on the radio. "We detect Neuroi movement at the basilica. Head to the Parc des Princes right now and get ready to move out!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Georgette said. She turned to Sadako. "Sada."
"Jose?"
"It's time."
"Yeah..." She turned to Mr. Benoit. "Sir, we must leave."
"Hmmmm?" he asked. "Why? Don't you have to...?" Sadako winked. "My mistake, you're excused. Good luck." With that, Sadako and Georgette quickly ran to the shuttle waiting at the Avenue Jules Rimet.
Mr. Sami was waiting for them. "Parc des Princes."
They pointed. "Step on it," they both said in unison.
He revved up the engines and the shuttle raced to the Parc. They got there in five minutes. "Good luck," he said.
Georgette winked and blew and kiss as the two of them ran through the concourse and on to the pitch, where their striker units and arms were waiting. "There they are," Georgette said. She and Sadako took off their shorts and stockings and shoes and got into their units, their animals ears and tails popping out. "Ready?"
"Mmm-hmmm." They both shared a kiss before taking off from the Parc des Princes pitch and flying towards the other Witches, who were battling a convoy of Neuroi outside the Stade.
Waltrud had flown over to the Basilica, where there was a police presence. Out of sight, she did the dab. The entrance appeared, and a member of the Gendarmerie opened the door and an army of police infiltrated the hideout, wiping out all of the members in sight who were engaging in a firefight that they lost decisively. But the Neuroi were still there, and the Witches were down to battling one final bot as the others were eliminated. She was proving difficult to take down and was flying towards the stadium.
"Dammit, I can't get to this bitch!" roared Nao, swinging and missing. "Fuck!"
"Sorry we are late," said Georgette, Sadako trailing behind.
"You made it in time, we got the other ones down, but this one is proving to be difficult."
"Wait a minute," said Edytha. The Neuroi was aiming at the President, shaking hands with the Paris players. "That Neuroi...is about to attack the president!"
"!" Georgette flew over to the Neuroi.
"Hey, Jose what are you doing; that's dangerous!" exclaimed Hikari. She was about to fly over there but Sadako held her back. She knew what Jose was going to do.
As the Neuroi, who looked like Jose in terms of appearance, was about to prepare to fire, Jose flew in front of her, arms outstretched. The crowd below stopped what they were doing and looked up. The Neuroi couldn't fire. She froze still. "Please...save...me..." she said.
Georgette went to the Neuroi, and instead of attacking the exposed core...she kissed it while embracing it.
"Jose, you're gonna be killed, are you crazy!? No way, Jose!" cried Hikari. A white light enveloped them all as Hikari screamed. "JOSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
END CHAPTER 31