When the bell rung half-past twelve, a delayed train finally reached its destination. It was impatiently awaited by many people, some were using the public phones to inform their families, friends, or coworkers about the delay, others were reading newspapers acquiesced with the extra time.

The iron horse finally stopped, and a crowd of people walked out.

"Finally!" barked Silver, once he touched solid ground.

They were supposed to arrive more than an hour ago, but the train had a mechanical problem on the rail. They had to wait for the emergency repairs to be done, however, even then the train moved slowly. If there was one thing the psychic hated more than demons, it was waiting.

Gold stood next to him, adjusting her attire. "Let's visit the branch to get our usual house," suggested his partner.

"That will be the best." He nodded, heading to the exit, but before they reached it, he switched to telepathy. "Gold?"

"Yes?" she inquired. Whenever he started a conversation this way, it meant he was serious.

"Don't tell anyone why we are here." He frowned a bit as he had to stop as to not trip over a running child that got in his way. Kids were also on the list of things he disliked.

"You don't want anyone to get in your way, right?" Gold noted.

"Yeah, they would be just a burden." Silver strongly snorted.

"Even me?" She looked away.

Those words shocked Silver to the point he almost tripped. "Wh-Wha? No-No, you are not a burden!"

His hands started to widely gesticulate, making quite a group of people interested in him. After all, for them this wordless spectacle was hilarious.

Even if the exorcist knew about their eyes, he would ignore them. "You are my partner! The only person I completely trust! Really!" He felt stupid for not thinking about her.

Gold slightly smiled, feeling better. "I only wish I could do more for you. I don't mind if you get another partner for this job. My combat abilities are insufficient after all."

They reached the pavement in front of the station, stopping at the edge to call droshky. They didn't need to wait for one for too long, as this place was always in need of quick transport.

Once the cab stopped, they got on, and Silver said, "Take us to Central Street 123, please." He handed the driver some money in advance, making the man happy.

"No problem, sir," answered the cat driver. "Yip, yip," he called his horse, and the animal started to gallop.

Silver resumed his silent conversation with his tenrec partner. "No, Gold, you have helped me more than any combat oriented exorcist would. You taught me how to lay barriers and special patterns to capture demons. You have stayed by my side all these years despite me being such a jerk most of the time." He felt a blush on his face. It wasn't often he admitted his temper wasn't the best.

Gold waited for a couple of seconds before answering, "You are a better person than you think." She watched his eyes got bigger with curiosity.

"How much better?" he inquired.

With her fingers, she showed him about two millimeters and slightly stuck her tongue out. The silver hedgehog blushed more and turned away. She was teasing him, but he didn't mind. She was the only person he allowed to behave in such a way towards him. Any other person would be mercilessly smashed into the ground.

After that, they both silently watched the streets of Rosemary City. Silver didn't care if this place was bursting with life or on the brink of collapse, it was just a city, an area full of people. He would hate all of them anyway at the end of the day.

Gold was opposite to him in this matter. She deeply cared for the well-being of all people she encountered, trying to help them the best way she could. Part of the reason was hidden in her childhood that was anything but happy and carefree.

After ten or so minutes, they arrived at their destination, and Silver paid the rest to the cat driver. Only Gold took a moment to examine the decorated door leading to the big church that was hiding a branch office. It worked here like in other churches, part was open to the public and the other was only for the agents of The Order.

Inside was spacious, with high ceilings pained by pictures from the mythology, depicting the creation of the world, various demons, and other scenes including the burning of witches. The last image was giving Gold shivers, so she refrained from looking up. They soon reached the door leading to the hidden face of this place.

Silver gathered his inner energy in his palm, pressing the door handle, and the door silently opened. If anybody else tried it, the door would remain closed. There was the small lobby behind it. It wasn't full, but there were secretariats assigning jobs, receiving reports, and handling the material connected to the particular case to agents waiting for results. The lobby was also a place where agents could relax and exchange information.

Gold scanned the personal until she found the right person she wanted to talk with. Silver rolled his eyes as he didn't exactly like this purple, cat woman with glasses.

"Hello, Blaze, how are you?" asked Gold once she reached the desk.

The called woman lifted her head from the papers, and her yellow eyes shined. "Ah, Gold!" Blaze jumped to her feet. "Long time no see!" Her face spread with a wide smile.

"It's good to see you too." They hugged over the counter.

Once they let go, Blaze looked at Silver, saying, "I see you are still with the little, silver boy." She snickered.

Silver silently growled. He hated how she was reminding him he was seven years younger than Gold. She had been teasing him with that since the first time they met, and the only reason why he didn't crush her was that Gold was her close friend.

"What can I do for you, my friend?" The purple cat pushed her glasses up as it had tendencies to slid down from time to time.

"Can you get us our usual house? We just arrived after a long mission, so The Order allowed us to have a small vacation," Gold presented her white lie and added, "Unless something big is reported." She shrugged her shoulders.

Blaze sat down. "Really! You have to tell me about it!" She was eager to hear the story, as she was behind the desk all the time. Not many agents were sharing their stories with her, and Blaze just loved anything packed with action and adventure. One could say she was a story geek.

Gold started to tell her about one of their older missions she hadn't told her yet. Blaze was listening and filling the request form at the same time. It was one thing she was good at, writing, listening and talking without messing it up. Some people were making fun of her for it since she seemed like some chatty busybody.

Silver was one of such people, so he left them, heading to a different part of the lobby to sit down. He picked a place in the corner of relaxation area with nice view on the chatting duo. Gold's face was grimacing, and Blaze laughed, showed fear and shocks, looking like a small kid. The psychic snorted, questioning her mental age, he took the newspapers and dived into reading.

Soon he noticed he had missed a lot of quite big events but wasn't particularly interested. He didn't care unless it was connected to his research or missions, but having a general knowledge of the state of the world was one thing he was trying to achieve. He leaned back in the soft armchair, reading one article after another.

A full hour passed before Gold finished her story. "... and that's how it ended."

Blaze's face was burning from the excitement, and she gasped, "Must have been something!"

She took the stamp, pressing it on the paper, turning it into an official document. She could have done it minutes ago, but she was so absorbed in the story she forgot.

She handed it to Gold, stating, "Here is the certificate. Now you can use that house." She got up, heading to get the keys since all were kept in the back room.

"Thank you," Gold replied once she got the keys. "Be well." She waved her goodbye.

"Enjoy your little honeymoon," Blaze playfully whispered to her, grinning.

"B-Blaze!" Gold stuttered, blush rushing to her face.

That made her friend only giggle more before Blaze sat down, continuing her work.

Silver's ears pricked as he heard quick steps, he almost snapped, thinking it was some idiot trying to disturb him, but it was Gold.

"Why are you red?" he asked, finding it strange. She wasn't the type of person to get fever easily.

"N-No reason! I have keys, let's go." Her answer sounded somehow hoarse, and she quickly turned toward the exit, leaving Silver behind.

He stood up, put the newspapers on the table and looked at Blaze slightly confused. The cat clerk raised her head, happily waving at him with a big smirk only a cat was capable of making. He shot at her angry glance, before following Gold outside, thinking, 'She must have said something annoying again.'

With this, he hoped he would be a step closer to the black priest. Now he needed to know if he was still in the city or not. 'Once I find him...' He clenched his fists, making a list of his favorite torture methods for him to experience.