Anania also left the meeting room with her people, clearly unwilling to get involved in Ayr Academy's internal affairs.
In the end, Ximier and Donald did not fight, and before long, evening arrived.
Orange-yellow clouds colored the horizon. The sky gradually shed its warm sunset robes, a gray-white curtain of dusk rose, and night followed.
The lights inside the base came on. Borg and Nora had been waiting for a long time, and the two elite teams led by Anania and Jonathan were already in position. Only the members of Ayr Academy from the Americas had yet to arrive.
Nora sighed helplessly. "There's a rather disobedient child on our team. Sorry to embarrass ourselves in front of everyone. I'll go call him."
Nora smiled gently at Borg, then went up into the student dormitory, walked with graceful steps, and stopped outside Yark's door.
Then, under Ximier's shocked gaze, she lifted her skirt and kicked.
"Boom... clang... thud...!"
The remarkably rhythmic sounds rang out, and Ximier's mouth fell open.
"Lady... Lady Nora, she..."
"Oh my God, you damned idiot, you've actually been sleeping until now?! Yark, you damned bastard, fuck! Moron! Get your ass downstairs!"
The decidedly ungraceful curses carried through the building to everyone's ears.
Jonathan and the others all looked up in unison, more than a dozen heads turning upward with bewildered expressions.
That voice just now... was Lady Nora?!
Before they could recover, they saw someone curled up in a ball get kicked out of a window. That kick landed squarely on his backside. They saw it perfectly clearly.
The bleary-eyed Yark was suddenly flung out of the window and plummeted straight down, his arms wrapped around his knees and an expression that said he had nothing left to live for.
Everyone's gaze followed him, their raised heads