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Princess Principal: Black Lizard Planet(fanfic)

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The fan sequel to the anime Princess Principal. The "White Dove" team meets with an interesting guy who later becomes a member of the team. Whether this idea turns out to be a good one, whether they can get along, and what consequences it will lead to. P.s Events take place after the 1st season of the anime.
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Chapter 1 - An uninvited guest

Disclaimer.

The first chapters may be difficult to read due to inexperience in this matter, please be patient, as I try to improve the content.

Have fun reading.

It was an ordinary sunny morning.

Ange woke up. There was no one in the room, apparently Dorothy had woken up earlier and did not wake her neighbor. Ange began to dress slowly.

Ange left the room, locking it with a key, she went towards the club, which in turn was the small headquarters of the White Dove team. Walking through the wooden corridors of the school where the club was located, Ange saw a man in the distance who was staring at her intently, as if he wanted her to come to him. And now Ange was confidently moving towards him. While speeding up her pace, she accidentally bumped into Lily Gaveston (the daughter of the chief judge of the Kingdom of Albion).

Ange, who saw who she bumped into, quickly, with a naive and at the same time a little forced voice, began to apologize.

— Oh, I'm sorry for my carelessness,— Ange holds out her hand, hoping for a return contact. Raising her head, Lily seemed to get angry at Ange's carelessness, but she spoke in a calm voice.

— Nothing, everything is fine. The princess's friend shouldn't apologize for her clumsiness.

Lily, showing no other emotions, gets up and leaves. Slightly surprised, Ange walks towards the man. As he passes by, he does not casually slip her a piece of paper. Ange reads it on the way to the club.

The events are transferred to the club itself, which is a science class, it had four tall wooden windows, framed insect models on the walls, as well as a red sofa and a table where Dorothy, Beatrice and the Princess were already sitting.

Over a cup of tea, the heroines discuss not so much espionage cases as their personal lives.

Almost interrupting everyone, Beatrice says.

— After all these cases, do you think it's possible to live a normal life?

Dorothy answers with her head thrown back.

— Since childhood, we were taught to spy, and to pick locks, it is unlikely that we will see a normal life.

The princess followed.

— I think it all depends on the desires of the person himself, and not on his unusual past. You can always change everything.

— Maybe so. Dorothy replied with a sigh.

Chise comes into the room, immediately asking.

— What are you discussing?.

— Personal life. — Beatrice responded with initiative.

— You mean men? — Chise asked in surprise.

With a slightly dumbfounded look, the Princess answers.

— Well, it's more like that... — Dorothy interrupts. — Yes. and with a clear smile on his face, she continues.

— I think Ange could use one.

While Beatrice was slightly perplexed, the Princess was laughing softly behind her.

Ange appears in the room with a paper in her hand. And he speaks with an emotionless voice.

— An email has arrived from control.

— And what's in it? — Chise asks with interest.

Ange continues with the same calm voice.

— We need to check one place. Perhaps there is a criminal group there.

— Are they planning an assassination attempt on the royal family? Beatrice suggests with a sense of dread.

— It is possible. — Ange answers.

— We're moving out today. Dorothy put it forward purposefully.

Night.

The White Dove team, consisting of Ange, Dorothy and Chise, are driving through London at night. Driving up to the meeting place, the heroines saw a bunch of people crowding at the door of some closed building. After parking the car nearby, Ange took off onto the roof with the help of a key ball while they made their way through the entrance. Once inside, Ange began rummaging through the drawers in the hope of finding evidence.

At the entrance to the building, Dorothy and Chise played out a "mouse on a mousetrap" trick, in their case, as "men on cans". While Ange was unsuccessfully rummaging through the drawers, Chise quickly slipped into the second floor, while Dorothy distracted the semblance of security. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, a thin man began to climb, but when he saw strangers, he rushed to the exit at the speed of a bullet. Chise chased after him when Ange, in turn, went out onto the roof with the help of a c-ball. Running out of the building, the man attracted the attention of the guards, who, upon seeing Chise, began chasing her. Dorothy gave chase. While they reached the car to escape from the tail, Ange started chasing the suspect across the rooftops. Jumping off the roof, Ange was just barely enough to catch the running man. Continuing her pursuit on the ground, she came across a man who looked like a homeless man on the way.

Ange fell behind, picking up a revolver and firing, she hit the man in the arm, slowing him down. He fell, which Ange took advantage of, twisting him, starting the interrogation.

— What are you planning to do with the royal family!?

Realizing the situation the man was in, writhing in pain, he hands a piece of paper to Ange.

Ange, reading the paper, heard the ringing of the police car, threw the suspect on the ground, forcibly closing the wound, flew up to the roof a block later, she got into the car with Dorothy and Chise.

A few days have passed.

For many an evening, the girls had been puzzling over the cipher on paper, they needed the help above. Ange left the team to think after leaving the club. After a while, there is a sudden knock on the door. A little tense, Dorothy painstakingly approached the door and asked warily

— Who's there?

Without waiting for an answer, Dorothy opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a boy in brown trousers and a jacket, slightly taller than Ange. Holding flowers in his hands, he politely asks.

— Excuse me, could I see Ange le Carré?..