Pigeon in cage

Control.

The general lights a cigarette and listens to the report from "7". He took each subsequent news with accumulated anger. At the moment of Zelda's report on the attack of the man in the white cape, the General could not stand it and said.

— Is the princess alive?

"7" by flipping through the documents.

— Yes. But her condition, both physical and psychological, is not known... the General wiped his forehead

— All right, notify me at the first opportunity. Well, in the meantime, we need to decide what to do with the rest of the team.

The colonel suggested it.

— Assemble a rescue team and send it to rescue.

"7" is skeptical.

— The prison is too guarded for a quiet operation without noise. Moreover, we do not know the exact layout of the building, which is why it will be difficult to arrange a mission.

Dollishop also spoke.

— Yes, and we do not have the people to assemble a new rescue squad, and it is too impractical to send adult agents...

the general put out his cigarette.

— Well, we need to find those who can carry out the operation, collect at least the most raw ones, but assemble a squad for me!

"7" reviewing the documents, I added.

— What about the situation in the colonies? It seems that protests are starting in some of them...

the General in a rude voice.

— Let the Kingdom or the Commonwealth handle this, not us!

The office of the Duke of Normandy.

Gazelle reports on the latest news, including an assassination attempt by a man in a white cape. The Duke standing by the window said.

— Is she healthy? 

The gazelle spoke.

— Yes...

the Duke in a serious voice

— good. And about Incognito and others, in more detail.

The gazelle began to tell.

— Riots have started in Incognia, Arkham and several large areas. Their possible manifestation is due to the uncertainty in the Kingdom's power.

The Duke sat down at the table.

— It seems that the rumors have reached them, we need to start doing something, otherwise we will lose control not only here, but the rest of the possessions. We cannot allow another bloody revolution...

prison.

Disheveled Ange is trying to build some kind of lock pick from improvised tools, but when she heard footsteps, she quickly hid everything and pretended to be asleep.

Richard's voice came through the dream.

— Miss Le Carré, would you deign to talk to me, I have news for you...

Ange opened her eyes, slowly stood up and walked over to the bars.

Richard stood with his back to the bars.

— Princess Charlotte was attacked...

The girl was surprised, but a little doubted the guy's words and asked.

— Who and when did this happen?

Richard took out the letter and said.

— That's what we want to know... — then he handed me a note.

Ange thought about it again, but took it carefully. The girl was very surprised. But the letter contained only some wishes and suggestions for improving people's lives.

Richard lit a cigarette.

— It would seem that the usual wishes for the improvement of life for citizens are noble and beautiful... but to receive them from those who are able to jump on cars and demolish them completely at will. And it occurred to me that this was an encrypted letter. My friend and I couldn't translate it, but... Can you do it? 

Ange is surprised.

— With us? It seems you've come to the wrong place, ask Zelda, she works for you now...

Richard grinned.

— Yeah... But as I understand it, you are more interested in this, well, as a sign of good help, I will help with your problem, do not expect amnesty, but life... 

Ange looked at the letter again and said.

— I will need paper, the latest issue of the newspaper, and time...

— So we found a common language, we will find things, but the time will depend on your friends...

the prince is gone. Ange sat on the bed with the letter and read it over and over again. 

The state bank.

There was an explosion, a group of people with bags ran out of the curtain of smoke, which immediately got into a parked car nearby. The intruders immediately rushed forward. A few moments later, two more cars followed them. There was a Gazelle in one of them. The chase began.

The robbers raced so fast that they ignored oncoming cars, which caused many accidents. The pursuit continued, but without success. Then the weapon went into action. The gazelle started firing, while the robbers began to discard the explosives. Several checkers flew past, but one flashed on the hood of the second car, which made it unable to continue driving.

The robbers lit a smoke bomb and the Gazelle car had to drive through another lane, which increased the distance between the cars. 

The robbers gradually began to rejoice and did not notice a man in a white cape who had picked up on the side of a random car.

The masked man threw the kusarigama so that it would catch on and prevent the cars from driving far away. Gazelle expressed sincere misunderstanding by saying.

— What the f...

A man in a cape crawled over an artificial bridge, almost falling, he managed to catch his feet on the car of the intruders. Having made his way across the roof, he broke the front window with a kunai and threw a smoke bomb into the cabin. In conditions of complete darkness, the robbers had to slow down, but in the end they accidentally crashed into a wooden bench. The man in the cape managed to jump off and followed Gazelle's car with his eyes. 

A crowd gathered in an instant. One of the people took a picture of the masked man with a camera, after the photographer pushed Frankie away with screams.

— Oh, you brat! You destroyed my stall!

But the masked man only looked at the man, turned around and just left. 

In prison, meanwhile, Ange was on the floor, surrounded by a pile of papers, trying to decipher the message. Richard came up and asked.

— How are you doing?

Ange, without looking up.

— In the process, this cipher is the most complex I've seen.

Richard turned and leaned back against the bars.

— Of course I'm not rushing, but there's less and less time now. But don't get distracted, in any case, I'll just stand here without attracting too much attention.

Ange thought about it, the phrase "attracting attention" seemed to shoot through her head. She randomly began to sort through her notes and, taking a couple of sheets and consulting the letter, began to write something down on empty paper. Richard turned his head inquisitively. 

Ange took the paper and the letter and went to the grate and handed them over. Richard asked.

— It seems you made a mistake, but these are two exactly identical pieces of paper.

Ange has a serious face.

— Because there is no cipher here, take a look at the date and place of the meeting.

Richard reviewed it.

— The fact that such a date does not exist at home, we already guessed what's next?

Ange continued.

— And the fact that there is a shipping address and time on the back. But at the same time, the time of dispatch will come only tomorrow.

Richard looked at the letter and grinned.

— It's a pleasure to do business with you, so be it, I'll touch your friends. 

But when he left, he said quietly.

— Another...

control will do it.

"7" recounts the latest events..

— Today, the royal bank was robbed, the intruders were chased, but the so-called "Harlequin" intervened, eliminated the robbers and subsequently disappeared.

The general lit a cigar.

— A hero means... The Kingdom and the Commonwealth may think so, but for us he remains just another threat... And what about the "White Dove"? Any news

"7" examined the documents.

— At the moment, Agent "A" is trying to decipher the letter left by "Harlequin" in exchange for leniency of the sentence...

the colonel is skeptical.

— I doubt that the prince will fulfill his promise, they must be rescued today...

Dollishop said with a laugh.

— Can we ask for a white cape? Why should heroism disappear?

"7" assumed.

— I doubt the good intentions of the man in the mask, I assume that he is building riddles for a reason.

The General sighed.

— All right, gather a group and send it to the rescue of...

the Royal House as soon as possible

Charlotte was walking down the hall. Passing by Mary's room, guarded by two guards, she wanted to listen to the conversations, but nothing happened. 

Charlotte went into her chambers, locking the door behind her. Sighing, she used pillows and a wig to make a double to depict that she was in bed, and she packed up and went out the window and headed in an unknown direction.

Somewhere near the prison.

Richard got into the car. Zelda and the bodyguard were in it. The spy immediately asked.

— Was she able to decode the message?

The Prince held out the letter with a smile.

— Yes, and it seems that Harlequin wanted to check on us and apparently knew that we had the opportunity to decrypt the message.

Zelda asked

— And what do you intend to do?

Richard shifted his foot to the other.

— I'll meet him... He can set any trap. If he is able to cooperate, then we can come to an agreement... And you will finally deal with the lovebirds, otherwise they have already divorced.

Ange's camera.

The girl was writing something on a hidden piece of paper. Suddenly, hearing a rustle, she quickly covered her tracks. Zelda came up to the bars with a vindictive smile. Ange came closer, and Zelda, with a gun behind her back, spoke.

— It's a pity that everything turned out that way, because everything could have turned out differently for us. But there is also a plus – today, indeed, someone will take the shared secret to the grave... Zelda had already pointed her gun, but a metallic rumble on the floor distracted the spy's attention. It was some spies who broke down the bars of Chise's cell. 

Ange was praising those few seconds to pull out a gun. Before Zelda could look back, she was stunned from behind. Dorothy is opening Ange's camera, laughing.

— I always thought that this would be how we would get the princess out of the lockup, and not each other.

Ange in a serious voice.

— Let's go already. 

So Ange, Dorothy, Chise, Beatrice and four spies go down the floors below. A bodyguard was pacing on Stephen and Lawrence's floor, waiting for something, but when he saw the spies, he immediately threw explosives into Lawrence's cell. The grate was torn, as was the floor of the room. Those in the cell were stunned. 

The spies had already caught up with the man, but the guards intervened and surrounded them.

Everyone pointed pistols at each other, someone had a cold weapon. The situation has escalated to the highest point. 

Suddenly there was a scream and a man in a white cape broke in from the window. Standing up to his full height, he said.

— Excuse me...

and scattered smoke bombs...

somewhere in the port.

Richard arrived at the set place and time. But there was no one there. He was about to leave, but then a silhouette appeared from the shadows. It was Charlotte. Richard laughed and said.

— I should have guessed...