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"What's the matter, you don't have the Christmas spirit?"

I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Holly answered the phones at work. I spent most of my time down in the lab, but I'd see her every time I had to deliver a status report or a presentation on one of my projects. I'd have to pass the front desk to get to the meeting room, and she'd always deliberately make eye contact. If I was alone, we'd exchange small talk, though she'd rarely say anything if other people were around. But she'd always peek out from behind those auburn locks to give me...the look.

Casino Rahara was an extremely busy upper-class castle. Royalty traveled from all parts of the world to the Mediterranean just to gamble there. Aside from all of the glitz and glamour, there was a secret in Casino Rahara. The owner, a mysterious man known as Drake, ran an underground counterfeiting operation. To secure the world's monetary system, the British secret service sent one of their top agents to investigate.

The sun began to ease below the bamboo-studded horizon of the forest, gradually staining the sky a darker shade of purple. Everything looked quiet around temple that housed Tomoko and Kamiko. It was a gorgeous sunset; both Kamiko and her stately mentor came out of the large sliding doors of the temple to walk outside. Kamiko however was dressed up in her special outfit, the skin-tight blue rubber body suit which covered almost her entire body, except for the top half of her head. She had both her grappling arrow and her sheathed katana strapped onto their respective wrists.

It had been a couple of weeks since Kamiko began her training with Tomoko-sensei. During this period, she refined her skills at a rapid and efficient rate that impressed Tomoko. By the end of the first week, Kamiko was able to not only inflate and deflate herself with hardly any mishaps, but she could do so in half the amount of time it took her on her first try. Tomoko-sensei would start off each day at six in the morning sharp. If Kamiko didn’t get up in time, Tomoko would just roll the groggy girl out of bed and have her quickly eat her plain breakfast of fried rice and miso soup.