Call for Help

Achilles left the telegraph room and went to get a quick shower while he could. After that, he visited the sisters to check on their condition. It had been his habit for the past few days to do so.

As usual, the sisters were still sleeping without moving a muscle as if they were dead long ago. The only signs that showed they were still alive were the heart monitor that was running and their rhythmic breathing.

Achilles sighed as he stared at the three patient beds in front of him. He murmured in a slightly exasperated voice:

"Ladies, if you can wake up soon, now's the perfect time."

There was, naturally, no answer.

Achilles shook his head a little. Then a mischievous grin suddenly flashed through his face. He took out a black marker as he slowly approached the girls.

He said in a calm tone:

"This is not personal, girls. It's just business."

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