MiSTied: Evolution in Cold Blood 4/6
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<SOL>
<Tom and Crow seem to be coaching Mike >
TOM: Remember, be tough and unrelenting.
CROW: But also remember this is the man who
can cut off your food, water, and oxygen on a whim.
MIKE: Right, got it. Roll it, Cambot.
<Glory, Glory, Haleujah starts in the background.>
MIKE: Dr. Forrester, I implore you, not only as your
Happy Temps test-case, but also as a fellow human
being, to free Ryoga Hibiki from the torment of having
fanfics piped directly into his fragile mind. And not
good fanfics like Star Trek's "Wake" or "Nexus"...
'BOTS: Fanboy.
MIKE: Hush. Or the X-Files' "Dragons" or Quantum Leap's
"In Your Eyes." You are uploading into him fanfics so bad,
we could barely stand them. It is only a matter of time
before he totally snaps, and not even you could control
him. I beg you, be a humanitarian as well as scientist, and
free Ryoga Habiki. Thank you.
<Bots cheer and whistle>
TOM: Great job, Mike!
CROW: Almost bought a tear to my eye, 'cept I don't have tear ducts.
MIKE: What do you think, sir?
<Deep 13>
<Ryoga is straining in the chair, trying to knock himself out to stop the
endless torment. Dr. Forrester has a champaigne bottle in one hand
and a bucket of water in the other.>
DR. F: Oh, *do* shut up! I've finally won! I've proven too many bad fanfics
can cause insanity. Hey, Ryoga, do you think I'll get the Mad
Scientist "He Tampered in God's Domain" award?
RYOGA: Kill me...please kill me...
DR. F: Oh, dear, you're to busy enjoying "Treklander II" to listen to me.
Well, I have to take this bucket of water...
<Holds up bucket of water, which has "plot contrivance" written on it>
DR. F: ...across the room. Excuse me.
<Dr. Forrester trips over a power cord, which sends the water splashing
on Ryoga, which (as Ranma 1/2 fans know), transforms him into P-Chan,
a cute little black pig with a bandana. P-Chan easily excapes the bonds of
the chair and scampers off, in search of hot water. The chair starts
sputtering and smoking.>
DR. F: Whoops! Hope I didn't electrocute Ryoga...hey, where'd he go?
Well, I can fix this no sweat. Hmm, what smells like bacon?
<SOL>
ALL: Whew!
<Buzzers light and lights buzz, or something>
ALL: We've got fanfic siiiiign!!
> B U B B L E G U M C R I S I S:
> Evolution in Cold Blood Part 4
>
>Written by M. Mckenzie; based on characters and situations from
>the OVA series. Copyright (c) 1993, Marc Mckenzie.
TOM: I didn't know Marc Mckenzie created the Knight Sabers.
MIKE: Hmm, this was written before "First Frontier," and...
'BOTS: Fan-boy! Fa-a-an Boy!
MIKE: Leave me alone!
>THE STORY SO FAR....
>
ALL: STINKS!!!
> Mega Tokyo, the year 2032.
> A series of brutal murders in the city was connected to a
>strange creature that was brought down by the combined efforts of
>Leon McNichol and the Knight Sabers. Upon its death, the
>creature changed into a man. Now, the day afterwards, Leon and
>Nene found answers, as well as more questions. Having questioned
>a top scientist and ex-GENOM employee, the two are off to
>investigate a series of break-ins...
>
> "All right," Leon said, "here we are."
TOM: Inspiration point!
> Nene looked out the window as he parked the AD Police
>cruiser across the street from one of the stores mentioned
>earlier by Daily. The two got out, and crossed the street. The
>store's owner, a short fat man wearing a loud cyber-blue shirt,
>green shades, and leather jeans, waited for them.
MIKE: Joe Peshi?
> "There you are! Look at this! I can't believe it!"
> The two showed him their badges, and the owner gave his
>name: Lester Gaff.
TOM: Edward James Olmos?
> "What happened?" Nene asked.
> "Simple!" Gaff replied, "I had locked up last night, and I
>was coming her to open up at ten o'clock when I saw this horrible
>sight!"
CROW: Roseanne in a string bikini!
>He indicated the front of his store with one hand, the
>other hand wiping the tears out of his eyes.
> Leon glanced at the front of the building. The large pane
>of glass in the front was shattered; glass was scattered
>everywhere. The sliding front door was a ruined metal heap,
>having been yanked out of its slot despite the fact that it had
>been locked down tightly. Leon and Nene stepped through the
>entrance, Gaff behind them.
TOM: Guess they won't get the security deposit back.
> "I mean, look at this! This damage is irrepairable! What
>am I going to do?"
MIKE: Stop hiring Johnny Depp to lock up the place at night.
> Nene bent down and began to examine a smashed monitor and
>CPU. The place was some kind of computer service, she deduced,
>although she had not seen a sign outside indicating that.
TOM: In truth, it was a Savings and Loan!
>Running her hand across another CPU, she felt a series of
>furrows. Eyes widening, she turned and said, "Leon! Look at
>this."
CROW: Oh, it's another "chip" from the X-Files. There must be
dozens of those.
> Leon was at her side in a second. He bent down and peered
>at the furrows. He ran his finger along one of them. "Claw
>marks," he said. Shocked, Nene gave him a look.
CROW <Nene>: Get your mitts offa me!!
> Standing up, Leon walked over to Gaff. "Listen, did your
>store have security cameras?"
> "Why, yes! What kind of a question is that? I deal with
>important things here!"
TOM: Real important stuff. You wouldn't *believe* some
of the important stuff I have!
> I wonder how important, Leon thought,
MIKE: So important, even the author doesn't know!
>but he said, "I'd like to see them. Right now."
>
> Luckily, whoever had trashed Gaff's store had left the
>security cameras unharmed.
MIKE: Is it luck, or is it a plot contrivance?
>Besides, Nene thought, they were
>pretty well hidden, considering that Gaff was a complete asshole.
CROW: Therefore, well hidden cameras equals...
MIKE: No.
> The three were in the remains of Gaff's office, crowded
>around the small screen that was hidden in his desk. Pushing a
>series of buttons, Gaff turned on the screen and activated the
>disk.
> "The security disk is one of those 24-hour models,"
TOM: I've heard modeling is a 24-hour-a-day job.
>he remarked, adding, "I hear that they also have 48-hour models. Is
>that really true?"
MIKE: As a matter of fact, yes...WILL YOU GET ON WITH IT!!!!
> Leon resisted the urge to tell Gaff to shove his disk up a
>certain private part, saying, "Let's see it."
CROW: Not the certain private part, I hope!
> Gaff started the disk. It was from a camera that was near
>the rear of the store, set in a corner. The screen showed only
>the interior of the place, the rows of CPUs and monitors sitting
>in silence. Leon noted the time: 9:00. Nothing occured during
>that hour.
TOM: Or so O.J. says!
>But then, a dark shape dashed across the camera's
>field of view.
CROW: Micheal Crighton's Congo!
> "Wait!" Nene said, "hold it!"
> "Back it up, Gaff," Leon urged. "Play it at half speed."
TOM <Kevin Meany voice>: Slowing down the tape to watch the
dirty bits! That's not right!
> Gaff backed up the sequence and replayed the sequence
>according to Leon's instructions. The shape moved across the
>screen, this time slower. Gaff froze the image and magnified it.
>"Good God," he said in shock, "what is THAT?"
MIKE: Is this Congo or Rising Sun?
> On the screen was a bipedial figure, dark-brown in color,
>with red stripes. It was the same creature that Leon had killed,
>the same creature that had turned back into Darren Serrick.
>
> Nene glanced at Leon on the way back to AD Police
>Headquarters, noting the blank look on his face.
TOM: Of course, that was nothing new to her.
>When she asked
>him if anything was wrong, he shook his head. But there was
>something wrong, and Leon was still trying to sort it all out.
MIKE: Like why such a boring supporting character like him would
be the main character in A.D. Police Files.
>It had been Serrick who had trashed the store, all right. Not
>just that store, however.
CROW: Serrick must be acting out the aggression he feels from
living in such a rigid and strict family.
>Both Nene and Leon were returning from
>the third store on the list of six that had been vandalized. Yet
>there was more.
ALL <moaning>: Oooh! Not more!
> The stores, to a great extent, handled a lot of computer
>programming jobs.
MIKE: Mostly run by people half my age who know more about computers
than I could ever hope to.
>Not just minor stuff, but massive mainframes.
TOM <deep>: I'm huge!
>Although small, the stores had very big clients--the U.S.S.D.,
>Gharland-Jerricks Inc., and GENOM. GENOM was one company that
>the stores all had in common. And the things they had done
>for GENOM were not minor projects, but heavy stuff--most of it
>dealing with the programming of Bumas and other GENOM hardware.
>The stores were all freelancers, but if their cababilities were
>knocked out in some way, it could give GENOM a bit of a headache.
CROW: Hey, slow down! If you're going to do plot exposition, do it at a
slower pace.
> That was thought number one. Thought number two was about
>Darren Serrick.
TOM: I thought Leon could only have one thought a day.
> True, he had been working at the
>Nakamura-Kellar Natural History Museum, but he had also been an
>employee of Gaff's store. The whole thing stank.
MIKE: He agrees with us!
>One name game up
CROW: The name game!
>in Leon's mind: Dr. Shinjii Yahagi.
CROW: Shinjii, Shinjii, foo-finjii, banana-fana foh-finjii, me-mi-mo-minjii.
Shinjii!
> Could the man's hatred for GENOM have driven him to do the
>unthinkable?
MIKE: And make a sequel to "Weekend at Bernie's"?
>Had he actually used the research he had developed
>at GENOM to strike back at his former employer? It all seemed so
>obvious....and yet, it all seemed wrong at the same time.
TOM: Uh-oh, he's thinking too hard again!
> Leon shook his head as he drove. No, there was another
>connection...but what was it?
ALL: Who cares?
> Daily Wong was waiting for Leon and Nene to return. As soon
>as he saw them, he waved them over and headed for the elevator
>leading to the morgue.
> Leon caught up with him. "Daily! Where the heck are you
>going?"
> "Remember what I told you? The doc found something in
>Serrick that you might find interesting."
TOM: Sayyyyy....
MIKE: Tom, Serrick's dead.
TOM: Ewww!
> "Shit. I remember now," Leon said, smacking the heel of his
>hand on his forehead.
MIKE: Better luck next time, Kooky!
>He turned to Nene and said, "Miss Nene,
>tell the chief that I'll see him...after I'm done in the morgue.
>Give him a full report on what we found."
> Nene gave a nod
CROW <falsetto>: I'm so submissive.
>and watched as Leon and Daily got onto the
>elevator. When the doors had closed, she promptly went to the
>chief and gave her report.
TOM <falsetto>: The Life of Geroge Washington Carver, by Nene Romanov
>As soon as she was finished, however,
>she headed straight for the nearest phone and dialed a very
>familiar number.
TOM: Do you think it's wise to call the Knight Saber's secret
headquaters from a *phone inside police headquarters*?
>
> Mackie Stingray gave a low sigh as he finished repairing the
>damage to Priss' hardsuit.
MIKE <Mackie>: Our insurance is gonna go through the roof.
>As he turned off the laser torch, he heard his sister and Priss
>enter the repair room. Linna was out, visiting an old friend.
TOM: Gunsmith Cats?
> "Mackie!" Priss cooed.
MIKE <dramatic>: Priss is really a mutated pigeon!!!
>She walked up to her finished
>"hardsuit and admired it. "You did a great job, kiddo!" She
>emphasized the point by pinching one of his cheeks.
CROW: Which cheeks?
MIKE: The ones on his face. Now be quiet!
> "Ah, it was nothing, Priss. I just had a problem with the
>the front armor pla--"
TOM: Plasma?
MIKE: Platlets?
CROW: Planet?
>He was cut short as the videophone rang.
> Celia reached the machine first. The screen flickered, and
>Nene's face appeared.
TOM: It's the all geeky channel!
> "Nene! How's going with the case?"
> Nene looked around, then looked back at the screen. "Well,
>we learned a few things." She gave a brief summary of the day's
>events. When she mentioned Darren Serrick, Priss and Celia
>traded shocked looks.
MIKE <falsetto>: Why did we ask a teenager to be a vigilante
again?
> "You mean...you mean that thing was actually a GUY?" Priss
>asked.
CROW <falsetto>: Eww, gross!
> "Yeah...and the sad part was that he was really attractive."
MIKE: Aside from the missing head and everything...
> "Nene!" Celia said, slightly angry.
TOM: I thought the emotionally dead don't get angry.
MIKE: No, Dana Scully does sometimes.
TOM: Oh, yeah...
> "Oh, sorry. Anyway, here's the rest of it." She finished
>up her report.
CROW <Nene>: In conclusion, George Washington Carver was a very
important man. Thank you very much.
> Celia said nothing for a few moments, then asked, "What is
>the ADP's plan for tonight?"
MIKE: We plan to order pizza and watch Cynthia Rothrock movies.
> "I don't know. But Celia...that Yahagi guy looked kinda
>creepy to me. He might be behind this whole thing."
CROW: So then, creepy equals guilty.
> "True, but we might have to dig a little deeper. And we
>don't have that much time to do that. Nene, get over here right
>after work. Priss and I will be here.
TOM: Playing Tetris.
>Mackie, get on the
>mainframe and try to dig a bit deeper into this guy Yahagi."
MIKE: Celia likes to say "dig a little deeper," doesn't she?
> Nene hung up. Celia turned back to Mackie and Priss and
>said, "Let's get to work."
>
> At the same time Nene was giving the chief her report, Leon
>and Daily were down in the morgue. Both men looked on as the
>coroner pulled back the sheet that covered the body of Darren
>Serrick.
TOM: The head is magically reattached--whoops, it didn't work.
> "Glad you came back, Leon," the coroner muttered. "After
>you left, I decided to poke around a little more inside our
>guest. I found this." He held up a small specimen disk and gave
>it to Leon. In the dish was round metal object no larger than a
>pea.
> "What is it?" Leon asked, handing it back.
MIKE: A serving dish from Weight Watchers!
> "I'll tell you what it is. Look here." The coroner held
>the dish under a magnifying scope. The object appeared on the
>main screen, and details appeared. It had a grooved surface, and
>seemed to have tendrils or wires sticking out of it.
TOM: Hey! I was looking for that! How'd it get in this fanfic!
MIKE: What's the chip do?
TOM: None of your business.
> "It was in Serrick's head, deep within the brain.
CROW: Keanu Reeves is Johnny Mneumonic.
>Luckily, you didn't destroy it when you splattered his intelligence all
>over the place."
> "Cut to the chase, doc.
TOM: Dr. Chase Meridian?
>What the hell is it?"
> "I don't know. Strangely enough, though, it was inside the
>part of the brain that deals with muscle control. Most of its
>cables were connected to other parts as well."
CROW <laughs>: I know! It's the chip that would make Tom's
arms work! And it's up there! Ha!
TOM <grumbling>: You're in the same boat, pal.
> Leon looked at the object. Somehow, it seemed to fit
>together...
MIKE: It will be great for his collection!
> He turned to Daily. "Come on. We'd better talk to chief."
TOM: O'Brien?
MIKE: And you call _me_ a fanboy?
> The chief tugged at his moustache, folded his arms, and
>leaned back in his seat.
CROW: All at once?
>He then looked at Leon and said, "Leon,
>are you absolutly sure about what you just said?"
TOM: Yeah! Stove Top instead of potatoes.
> "Believe me chief, it sounds weird as hell, but it's the
>whole truth. Trust me."
CROW: Tom Cruise is doing a "Mission Impossible" movie.
> The chief leaned foward and stared both Leon and Daily.
TOM: You're such a cute couple.
>"You mean to tell me, right here, right in my face, that I should
>round up everyone we have here and send them out in the streets
>because there's going to be an attack of mutant lizards?"
MIKE: That sounds great for a movie! Let me call Roger Corman.
> Leon glanced at Daily, then at the chief, saying, "Yes
>sir."
> Slamming his fist on the table, the chief yelled, "Do you
>know how stupid that shit sounds?"
MIKE: Wish somone told the author that.
> "I know it does," Leon shot back, "but trust me, it is the
>best way to go."
> "He's right chief," Daily added. "That one creature from
>last night is'nt the whole story.
TOM: Not more stories!!!
CROW: More Warren stuff...sheesh!
TOM: You better not bad mouth _Fatal But Not Serious_!
It's almost as good as "Fantastic Force!"
CROW: Then we agree.
TOM: Good...huh? Hey!
MIKE: Shush, you two.
>If Leon is right, then that guy Yahagi is bound to cook up
>a few more of them and send them out."
> "What I don't know is why we aren't arresting his ass,"
>Leon muttered.
TOM: Mainly because the rest of his body will be free!
> "Because you don't have concreted evidence, asshole!" the
>chief screamed. "All you have is speculation!"
CROW: And that stuff with the sundial with the W and S.
> Leon gave a smirk and said, "Yeah, and I guess the AD
>Police is going to look really good in the public eye
>tommorrow..."
MIKE: That movie with Joe Peshi and Barbra Hershey?
> The chief threw his hands up in the air.
CROW: And waved them like he just didn't care.
>"All right! All
>right!! I'll get everyone together." He leaned across his desk
>and and wagged a finger in Leon's face. "If you're wrong," he
>said slowly, "your ass is mine."
TOM: Better not try it, Crow. Mike is getting that look again.
> Without another word, Leon and Daily got up and left the
>office. Outside, Daily asked, "Leon, are you absolutly sure
>about this? I mean--what if--"
MIKE: Apes evolved from men!
> "Don't even worry about it , Daily. Believe me, something
>is going down tonight."
CROW: We need more action to pick the fanfic up!
>
> Mackie typed in another sequence on the keyboard in front
>of him, a smile appearing on his face as the words ACCESS
>APPROVED appeared on the screen.
TOM: Yes! I've got access to the Playboy Homepage!
> "Okay...let's see what you've got."
MIKE: No, Mackie spends a little too much time seeing what the KS's
have got.
> Behind him, Celia and Priss watched as he entered another
>coded sequence. Again, another barrier was broken. At the same
>time, Nene and Linna entered the room and stood beside Priss.
CROW: One of these anime babes is not like the other, one of these
anime babes doesn't belong.
TOM: Nene, her hair is pink and she must be only 15.
>"What's Mackie doing?" Linna asked.
TOM: He has this wierd idea about making a show called "The Client," only
it won't have anything to do with the John Grisham book.
> "Something that I should be doing," Nene replied.
MIKE: Acting like that stupid girl from "Angel's Revenge?"
TOM: Which one?
MIKE: Um, all of them, I think.
> Mackie leaned back in his chair and said, "All right. I'm
>in one of GENOM's mainframes. I can't stay too long,
CROW <Mackie>: Ceila will be mad if I stay out past cerfew.
>but here comes the information on Dr. Yahagi."
> On the screen, a picture of Dr. Yahagi appeared. Beside it
>was information concerning height, weight, POB, etc.
ALL: POB?!?!?
TOM: Pueblo Ortega Burrito?
MIKE: Party Of Barbeques?
CROW: Pulled Off Balance?
>Mackie and
>the Knight Sabers noticed the red lettering above the picture:
>Former Employee, #1283644922-YS.
MIKE: He stole *that many* office supplies?
> "Well, he's had quite a bit," Celia said. "Born in Japan,
>BS degree
CROW: No doubt the author has a degree in B.S. as well.
>in Biology from Penn State University in the US,
>Masters degree from UCLA..."
TOM: Privacy degree in MYOB.
> "What did he do at GENOM?" Priss remarked.
> "I though Nene already mentioned that," Mackie groaned.
>"Okay, he was part of the 'Proteus Group'."
TOM: Founded by Kevin MacTaggart.
MIKE: Tom, only 25 people are going to get that.
> "'Proteus Group'?" Linna asked.
> "Proteus...that must refer to the Greek god who could
>change his shape,"
CROW: Or the X-Men villian who could warp reality.
>Celia said. "Mackie, what else do you have?"
CROW: Aside from a collection of Steve Reeves movies.
MIKE: As long as we don't start the Reeves/Kevin Sorbo arguement
again.
> "Not much.
TOM <Mackie>: I'm sort of a one-trick pony.
>The group did not recieve too much funding
>after the Bumas became GENOM's mainstay. The research they did
>is classified, though."
CROW <Mackie>: Naturally, I can hack my way into that,
even though I'm only 17.
>He typed in another sequence of numbers,
>but nothing happened. "Sorry, sis. I can't go into those files.
>But I did pull a pic of those who were in the Proteus Group."
> "Put it on."
CROW: Okay, but wearing this thong makes me feel cheap.
> Mackie's hands attacked the keyboard.
ALL: Hikeeba!!!
>Seconds later, a picture appeared on the screen in place of
>Yahagi's own. It was of a group of scientist,
TOM: A group of one scientist? Must have multiple personality
syndrome.
>mostly male. Behind them was some kind
>of apparatus that could not be identified.
TOM: It looks like a nuclear powered bottle opener.
CROW: No, it's a storage facility for all of Keith Richards' vitamines.
MIKE: Guys, it can be all those things and more.
>Some of the men in the picture were known to the
>Knight Sabers, though.
MIKE: They were the Sabers' prom dates!
> "My God...that's Brian J. Mason!" Priss said.
TOM: He was the second gunman at the grassy knoll!
> "And that man is Yahagi," Celia said. "That old man near
>him is Quincy, I believe."
MIKE: Ceila can't reconize Quincy?
> Nene suddenly shouted, "I know him!"
CROW: Yeah, Quincy is the head of GENOM.
> "Who?"
TOM: I didn't know the Doctor would appear in this fanfic.
CROW: Doctor who?
TOM: Exactly!
ALL: Third base!!!
> Her finger shaking,
MIKE: Don't you give ME the finger, young lady!
>Nene pointed to a young man who stood
>near Mason. "That guy. I saw him at the museum! I mean, his
>hair is different and he's older, but those eyes..."
> "Who is that person, Mackie?" Celia asked.
> Mackie brought the information up in a second. "His name
>is Jareck Van de Meer.
CROW: Didn't he play the bully in _Angus_?
>Shortly after this picture was taken, he
>was dismissed from the Protues Group.
MIKE: He was caught stealing Qunicy's girlie magazines!
>A few months later,
>according to this, he was killed in an explosion at a Buma
>factory."
TOM <sarcastic>: Gee, I wonder if Brian J. Mason had something
to do with *that*!
<Silence>
TOM: See...Mason killed Ceila's father by setting off an explosion
at a Buma factory...
> "That can't be right," Nene said, shaking her head. "I saw
>him at the Nakamura-Kellar Natural History Museum. But he was
>using the name 'Cassoval Pellerin'."
> "An alias," Priss added.
> "Why, though?" Linna asked.
CROW: Gee, I don't know <hysterical> *Maybe he was working
on a scientific plot to create monsters*!!!! <pants>
MIKE: Chill, Crow. Enhance your calm.
> Celia stood up and walked over to the wall.
TOM: Smacking right into it.
>She turned to
>the four and said, "I want us to get ready for tonight. Nene,
>you don't have any pressing business at ADP headquarters, do
>you?"
CROW <Nene>: No, I can get replacement to pop out of
the cake at the bachelor party.
> "No...but there's going to be a pretty big police force out
>there tonight. The chief told me that my division wasn't part of
>it, though."
TOM <Nene>: Something about it being man work, or some silly stuff
like that.
> "Good. Let's get ourselves together. If someting's going
>to go down, we want to be there."
CROW: So we can "go down" >MPHPH!!!<
MIKE <grabbing Crow's beak>: Uh-uh.
>
> Dr. Shinjii Yahagi tried to open his right eye, but the
>dried blood had sealed it shut. His left eye wasn't in great
>shape either.
TOM: Left Eye from TLC? She's in great shape! Grrrowlll.
MIKE: Quit chasing waterfalls, Tom.
>He tried to sit up straight, and felt the
>handcuffs around his wrists chafe his skin. Both of his
>arms were in back of him, around the back of the chair that he
>was sitting in.
CROW: Newt Gengrich's education system!
> "One more time, Doctor...what did you tell them? The two AD
>Police officers?"
> "I...I told them nothing, Pellerin...or should I call you
>Van de Meer instead?"
TOM: Just don't call him "dude!"
> Standing in front of Yahagi, Pellerin (aka Jareck Van de
>Meer), sighed, then punched Yahagi in the face again.
TOM: Hope he remember to cover the windows.
MIKE: <Nicholas Cage>: The time has come for everyone to clean
up their own backyard.
>The scientist's head rocked from the blow, and blood dribbled from
>his mouth. As he spat out a tooth, he shouted at Pellerin,
>"Goddammit, I told you everything! EVERYTHING!! What
>the hell is the matter with you?"
CROW <Dr. Forrester voice>: What do you expect? I'm evil!
MIKE: Creeps me out how well you do that...
> Pellerin bent down and smiled at Yahagi's face. "I just
>don't believe you, Doctor.
TOM: I guess even other bad guys think Yahgai is creepy, and therefore
untrustworthy.
>That's all...and all you will ever say again."
> With sudden speed, Pellerin grasped the top of Yahagi's head
>with his right hand and twisted it with his left.
TOM: Yahagi has a child-proof head!
>The Doctor's neck gave way with a gruesome, crunching sound,
MIKE: Is someone breaking spagetti?
>and his body went limp.
> Behind Pellerin, his assistant Hoshino spoke up. "Why,
>Pellerin?"
CROW: Well, why not?
> Pellerin turned around and faced Hoshino and the other
>members of Yahagi's staff at the Nakamura-Kellar Natural History
>Museum: Yamagata, Bergs, and Looris, who had just arrived.
TOM: Hello...
MIKE: Hello...
CROW: Hello...
ALL: HELLO!
>"Why,
>Hoshino? Because we don't need him. Not anymore. After all, I
>designed those machines, yes? Besides, I'm more concerned about
>tonight's attack plan. Are all of you ready?"
> "Yes," came the reply from the four.
> "Good. Tonight it's the secondary GENOM R&D laboratory near
>the center of the city. It's close to the big time tonight,
>boys. And I want no screw-ups.
CROW: This fanfic is screwed-up enough.
>Yahagi must've screwed around with Serrick.
MIKE <to bots>: Not. A. Word.
>I trust that he never got to any of you."
TOM: He *was* irritating, but no.
> The men shook their heads. Finally, Pellerin said, "All
>right, let's go. Tonight, Mega Tokyo will have a few unexpected
>visitors. And then...GENOM is next."
MIKE: But, they're IN Mega-Tokyo.
>
> The sun began to sink below the horizon as night began to
>fall on Mega Tokyo. The crowds on the street were few, and they
>were not surprised to see the massive prescence of AD Police
>vehicles.
ALL: Stock footage!
>Something big was going to happen...and all that
>anyone could do was wait...
CROW: But we can't!
<All leave>