Cat

KTC. Early morning, Cat had just arrived from a special operation. The rain pounded the roof like a machine gun burst. Cat was sitting at the table, finishing writing a report, a cup of hot black coffee was standing on the table next to him, when the door swung open with a crash, he didn’t even flinch. Batya walked in, his face bruised, his arm in a sling, but a grin spreading across his entire face. Bagheera followed him, her gaze filled with pleasure and her lips grinning. “Cat, meet the new girl,” Batya said tiredly, landing on a chair. “If it’s that idiot Skat from the second platoon again…” Cat began to say tiredly, not looking up from his papers. “A fox. A girl. And yes, she’s been in action before,” Bagheera said with a smile, interrupting Cat. Cat slowly looked up. “Are you kidding me?” he said discontentedly. “See this? Three days ago at the Crossroads. They took me hostage. It seemed like the end was coming…” Batya began to say, pointing to his bandaged hand. He fell silent, as if remembering. “And then this little girl, who was on an operation for the first time, took out three thugs from a squat. One shot – one corpse. She pulled Batya out like a sack of potatoes,” Bagheera finished with a smile. The cat frowned. “The first operation? And she immediately…” the cat muttered doubtfully. “Yeah, damn, immediately! She shoots like a terminator, without missing, only then she felt bad when she realized that she killed a person for the first time,” Batya responded with a hoarse laugh. At that moment, the door quietly opened. Lisa was standing in the doorway – short, in camouflage, with long red hair and a smile on her lips. A pistol with a silencer hung on her belt. "Nice to meet you, Captain," the girl said with a grin and extended her hand to the Cat. The Cat slowly stood up, walking around the table. "So you were the one who pulled out Batya?" the Cat asked in surprise.