Db 3

"She usually is not a comedian... so it still has effects", thought Sakura and went up to greet the young maiden, who after a hello-hug asked: "Something new?" and this too sounded alarming for "new" has a different meaning in this corner of existence. "You look younger", was the answer said with a hint of worry in the voice. Sakura lifted the girl´s chin gently to look into her eyes rainy gray, a bit sad - no, still the same as they were a hundred years ago. The face and body had got more youthful, the manners and gestures too, but the eyes spoke the same, sang the same tune, similar to her own... Waking from thought, she asked: "What brings you here, Dattebayo?" - "I heard of some stirrings" - "The shoot-down yesterday? It was nothing, but if... we will... no meaning on getting intel - what is going on? " - "Bad." Sakura looked at Dattebayo, she felt something scratching inside. Dattebayo understood her and said: "Saraye is falling". Sakura patted her shoulder and went to the barracks, where she entered to the Net: "Draw out of Saraye. Db." In hours as many as possible had been notified and evacuated. Next morning Western Union used poison in a clashdown against an heavily armed underground Nazi grouping, winds carried the toxic cloud to Saraye, yesterday a town with a million inhabitants located 15 miles from the battleground. Left a ghost city no one noticed the now empty Treason Hall nor the music and sound of dancing feet on a floor now wooden.