TP3-Another Bubble Blown Chap 5+6 [BGC][FanFic]

[Twister]

Thankx to all who've mailed me their compliments! (And threats to
continue :) Here's 5 and 6.

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Chapter Five
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Several weeks went by and Darlene's store grew in popularity as word
got around. The beautiful interior of the store was almost the main reason
people came to the place. _That_, however, was reserved for the dragon statues
that started emptying their places with increasing, and dismaying, speed. The
reason for the dismay was that they were getting _too_ popular and the demand
was such that Twister felt he spent _far_ too much time making the things.
In an effort to stem the tide, Darlene had increased the price once, twice,
and three times, saying that the artist was having a hard time keeping up
with the demand and wanted to rest _some_ time. The money soothed Darlene's
grumbling though and eventually the sale of dragon's slowed to a decent level.
To get Twister's mind away from dragons, he occupied himself with
a few other things. Hacking on the computer with a level of ability approaching
Nene's was a nice distraction. The irony was that Darlene had asked her
for recommendations on what was the best computer system to get. Extending
his mind into the computer nets had worked and enhancing his mind at the
same time resulted in a exponential increase in results, but this was very
tiring to do for long periods of time so he didn't do it much.
The hackers in the net were a little puzzled when it did occur though, for
things happened for 'Firelord', as he called himself on the net, that
shouldn't have. He had even talked to Nene over the net, but though he
knew who _she_ was, she had no clue about _his_ identity. It was great,
after all, he _had_ been studying to be a computer programmer before his
life changed so dramatically. Everything was so advanced and he wasted no
time in trying to absorb it all. And with his memory this was going along
swiftly.
Boomers were an almost, _almost_, welcome diversion as well. Twister
had now gone several times to aid ADPolice whenever possible. The police
_facing_ the Boomers were greatful for the help, while some of the
higher-ups didn't like the fact that a vigilante was doing a better job
than the police. Seeing Leon at the scene a few times, Twister noted he
looked more pleased than angry at Twister's help. Likely due to the fact
that Twister really _tried_ to save people's lives. He had been hit hard
as a result of that, but never seriously injured. _Bruised_ perhaps, but
easily Healed.
Another diversion he tried was motorcycles.
Using his TK secretly, he had scanned Priss's bike since Twister knew
it was a _damn_ fast bike. With his perfect memory, he had contemplated the
design, making a few improvements with a boosted mind, and built a motorcycle
with spare parts from a nearby scrapyard. While he didn't have a supply of
special fuel like Priss, Twister made a few alterations to eliminate the need.
One was his now-practiced method of molecularly strengthening the metal of the
engine. This resulted in a much slower heating rate and a frictionless surface
for moving parts as the process smoothed out surfaces. Therefore, he got
faster acceleration, a higher speed tolerance, and a stronger bike for using
normal fuel rather than Doc. Raven's special brand.
_Should_ have got was more like it. Neglecting what effects those
improvements had on the _exactly_ duplicated bike was not a Good Thing.
When run the first time, the engine went faster all right...right up to the
point where it blew up and scattered pieces of his 'stronger' engine all
over. Unharmed because of his TK, Twister rebuilt the engine after
learning more about motorbikes and something called 'tuning an engine'.
When it was done, painted a deep blue with just as deep purple
stripes, Twister practiced driving it at his private, underground complex
in the aircraft hanger sized room. After becoming proficient enough, he
took to the streets of Mega-Tokyo and had a blast on long, empty roads at
night. Opening her up once, he had found that he could do 250 km.
comfortably without the engine starting to sound funny.
*Yeah. That had been a real pedal to the metal time,* Twister
thought one night as he drove with a growing ease. *I can see why Priss
drives around on these things. Lovely to be alone like this with just you
and the bike.*
A disturbing thought came to mind.
The Griffin had finally shown up, as he had known it would, and the
Outriders were getting trashed badly. Twister wasn't particularly concerned
about that since he had had personal experience of how they could be from
that encounter with Steelfist.
*Won't be long before he's caught though. The...*
Twister's thought was interrupted as he heard another motorcycle
beside him and he looked to see who it was.
It was Priss.
*Uh oh.* He likely had missed the puzzled expression Priss
must've had a moment ago before realization hit. The owner of the red
motorcycle didn't look too happy now from what he could see through the
transparent windscreen of her helmet. The obvious reason for that was
that she saw an almost _exact_ duplicate of her _own_ motorcycle, which
had been specially made by Doc. Raven, being driven in _blue_ colors with
a _male_ driver. Said driver was _extremely_ happy his own driving gear
was a matching blue outfit with a black visor that no one could see through.
*If looks could kill...*
Before Priss could do anything, Twister got an uneasy feeling and
he went to the far left of the road as fast as he could. Just was he made it,
several motorcycles and one black, armoured car sped by at a much higher speed
he and Priss were going at and almost caused Priss to wipe out. An Outrider
ahead of them wasn't so fortunate.
*The Griffin. Greaaat.* He and Priss slowed down to check out the
fallen biker. She nudged him with a foot and got a groan in response.
"Bastard," she growled as the Griffin sped further off into the
distance. Priss revved her engine.
Twister had to say something. "You're not going to catch him."
After a contemptuous look at him, Priss drove off, shouting, "Watch me!"
Sighing, Twister followed her.
Accelerating to high speeds, he and Priss soon caught up to the rear
of the Griffin. "What _does_ she plan to do?" he muttered into his
helmet. Priss's plan obviously included trying to pass the Griffin, but
she expertly braked behind the car as the Griffin tried to make a road
pizza out of her. Twister just shook his helmeted head as she stuck her
tongue out at the car.
Not surprisingly to Twister, the Griffin accelerated and he and Priss
followed suit. Fascinated, he watched the speedometer slowly increase its
reading. It had gone past 250 before a grinding noise got through
the wind screaming past his helmet. Priss's bike destroying itself. It died a
second later, slowing down, going uncontrolable, and eventually pitching
Priss off the bike. Not wanting Priss to be seriously hurt, Twister
slowed her fall as much as he could on such short notice with his TK.
Her pants were still shredded by what speed she _had_ and her legs
got scraped, but not sprained or anything.
Twister slowed down as fast as he safely could and drove his bike
around to see how Priss fared. He stopped near her.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, shouldda been worse. Got lucky," Priss ground out through the
pain, watching the black car as the Griffin sped off. "Bastard."
"I believe you said that already," Twister said in an amused tone.
She angrily turned her head to face the blue motorcyclist. "Screw you,
asshole! What the _hell_ are you doing with that bike anyway?!"
"I _thought_ I was driving calmly down the road. Why? Was I doing
anything unusual?"
"My bike is _custom-made_ and _your_ bike is _exactly_ like it!"
He turned his helmeted head towards the fallen original. "Not
_exactly_, I believe. _My_ bike could handle the speed." As Priss fumed
over that, Twister waved farewell. "Since I don't think you prefer my
company, fair one, I shall depart from thee now. Toodles." Surprised at
the flattery and outraged at his casual attitude towards her, Priss was
speechless as Twister drove away. He knew she would be all right now and
he thought it was best to get away.
When he had gone, she swore.
"He could have at _least_ have offered me a lift _dammit_!"

"Getting information for you, Sylia, is always interesting. This
time is definitely no different."
Sylia's face betrayed no emotion but she allowed her voice to
carry a faint bit of curiosity. "Oh? And what did you find, Fargo?"
For some reason he had chosen an arcade to be their meeting place
tonight. Video games blared in the background as they talked in a
relitively quiet spot. Certainly no one else would be able to overhear
them in this din without them noticing.
"You told me you weren't certain about somebody and that you wanted
to, quietly, find out anything at this person's store. Without them knowing
anything happened. Given I don't see you uncertain over minor matters I
didn't take this lightly."
"Yes. And...?"
"Someone...very qualified broke into the store. Quite easily. Didn't
seem to be much security for such a popular store." Fargo stopped talking
and appeared unsure about what to say next.
"Fargo..."
He sighed. "This someone happened to be carrying miniature sensors,
necessary for their...wide range of jobs, to make sure one doesn't fall prey
to all sorts of nasty traps. Chemicals, lasers, motion det..." Seeing Sylia's
look of slight impatience he finished quickly. "That someone never wants
to set foot in that store again."
Sylia was surprised. "What?"
"They were scared to death, Sylia. Later, that someone calmed down,
but not until they were far away and gave me what they had scanned
before...whatever happened. And they refused to tell me because it was
thought that I wouldn't believe them anyway." He passed Sylia a disk.
"Here's the scan but there's nothing there that could've scared a
professional like that. Not even anything that might be hidden from a scan."
"Did they tell you any clue what they saw?"
"They only said: 'it just appeared' and 'it fits the place'. Whatever
that means."
Frowning, Sylia contemplated the disk that contained a scan of Darlene's
store.
Fargo smiled unexpectantly. "If the someone was surprised that
badly then you know at least one good thing."
"And what's that?"
"The owner doesn't want to kill intruders, despite having
something to hide to warrent whatever surprised my someone."
"Reassuring," Sylia dryly said, "but it only makes me more curious."
Fargo shrugged. "I don't think I can get anyone else to try it. Because
of the first attempt, that is."
"No, I think you've done all you can and this certainly was surprising.
Until next time." Sylia walked away into the arcade.
Fargo leaned against the wall and sighed with a smile.
"Always something interesting..."

Later that week, the Griffin was finally caught by ADPolice. Or
rather, the _car_ was. Something had happened between the on-board
computer and J.B. Gibson's mind that had formed something malevolent and
when Gibson had tried to stop the car it knocked him out. So he was
unconscious in the driver's seat and a now back to normal Naomi, his
girlfriend, in the passenger section. Priss had used Mackie's Highway
Star to finally catch up to the car and rescued the trapped lovers with
the help of Linna and Sylia in their motoroids. The Griffin had
continued on through the police barricade and into the armoured side of
the tank placed there to stop it. Not finished, the car had still tried
to run away, but Leon launched a grenade at it and blew it over the side
of the highway to die a flaming death. Gibson and Naomi were left safely
nearby for the police.
However, one thing happened during the rescue that puzzled the Knight
Sabers.

"_What_ did you say happened to it?!" a disbelieving Mackie demanded
of Priss after the rescue when she reluctantly confronted him inside Doc.
Raven's garage with the Doctor, Linna, and Sylia watching nearby.
"It _vanished_, alright! I jumped onto the car and when I looked back
it was gone! I didn't believe it either at the time, but it happened!" Priss
shouted back angrily at Mackie.
"How can you _lose_ a motorcycle in _one_ second, Priss?" queried an
amazed Linna. "I mean, Sylia and I didn't see anything when we flew up the
freeway."
"And since you _did_ jump off it there _should_ have been a large
explosion when the bike fell over at those speeds," a puzzled Sylia replied
thoughtfully and Mackie groaned at the idea.
"So _where_ is it?!!" he demanded.
"Someone order one slightly used racing bike?" a modulated voice
cheerfully called out from the garage entrance. Everybody in the garage
whirled to face the source of the voice.
Casually leaning on the Highway Star, was the Crystal Knight.
"Please try to be more careful with someone else's toys when
you're on a mission, Priss. Even being a Knight Saber you _could_ have
wound up trying to repair it," he continued merrily as he gave the
machine's seat a pat.
Stunned that this strange person knew about her being a Knight Saber,
Priss stammered out, "How...did...you...?"
"You'd be amazed at what I know and can do," the Crystal Knight
chuckled.
Sylia carefully approached the Knight. "_Who_ are you?"
With an implied arching of eyebrows in his altered voice, he replied,
"_Really_, Sylia Stingray. That wouldn't be sporting, now would it?" That
said, the Crystal Knight disappeared before their startled eyes. "Oh, by the
way, Priss..." a disembodied voice called out that came from around the area
of the bike. "Till _next_ time, fair one! Toodles!" A chuckle echoed and slowly
died in the garage.
Priss started when that was said, then slowly an outraged look came
over her face. "That was _YOU_ on the bike?!!! Who are you, you _BASTARD_!"
she yelled to the empty air as her friends stared at her.
Mackie ran over to his creation, looked over it carefully, and sighed
in relief. All was as it should be.
With narrowed eyes, Sylia regarded the space where the Crystal Knight
had last been. *He must have some form of cloaking device in his armour. That
is a technology I've never seen before so where did _he_ get it?* She was
distracted by a curious Linna asking an angry Priss where she had seen the
Knight before. As Sylia heard Priss's grudgingly told story, she was even more
puzzled. *He duplicated Priss's bike? And by the sound of it, _improved_ it
a little bit. How? Who _is_ this strange man?*
Sylia pondered that thought all the way back to her apartment.

*Hahahahahahahahaha! As Kodachi would say.* Twister laughed to himself.
*Deities, that was priceless!* He replayed Priss's outraged look in his mind,
and because he had a perfect memory it was in vivid detail. *Maybe I shouldn't
have done that _quite_ that way, but I couldn't help myself. Priss is gonna be
a little peeved at me for a while. I wonder if I should lay off the road for
a while.* He thoughtfully considered it for a moment and decided.
Then chuckled.
*Naaaaaaah!*

Chapter Six
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A month passed by, and Twister found more things to do.
The caverns he had hollowed out are still pretty bare so he set himself
the task of filling it up with nice things so that it would be livable and
more. He may have overdone it a little, but it was _his_ private place, even
though he had, accidentally, created enough rooms for ten people to live
in. Using magic to enchant a few items, Twister gave the place all the
necessities of a modern home except for one thing.
A computer.
Now the one 'Darlene' used in her home above the shop was nice and
allowed her plenty of access, but Twister was always wanting something...more.
He reserved a large room for _that_ future project which he was already
planning in his mind.
On nights when he was not having to meet any of his Knight Saber
friends Twister occasionally enjoyed the highways after closing the
store. Priss would sometimes spot him and she would madly try to catch him
with her red bike. Too bad that Twister had improved his biking skills,
had faster reflexes, and a repitore of made-for-biking psionic tricks he
had devised to boot. She always found herself losing him or, rarely,
getting a ticket from THP as she fumed under a chuckling Leon's gaze,
whom Twister always seemed to know when he was on patrol nearby. Which he
_did_ due to a spell put on his helmet that caused it to glow slightly on
the inside when Leon was around. Leon seemed to find the whole thing
vastly amusing as Priss, who didn't find it funny at _all_, had found
someone who could out-bike _her_ and wasn't too happy with the fact.

The topic finally came up when the Darlene and her friends gathered
one night at her place.
"Why do you keep trying to out-race that guy, Priss?" Nene said
as Priss fumed on a couch in Darlene's place after getting another ticket
an hour ago. Linna was typing away on her portable computer on a large,
padded footrest and Darlene, keeping a straight face with difficultly,
was comfortably sitting in a softly furnished chair nearby. "You never
catch him and Leon gets this _big_ grin on his face whenever some THP
officer mentions the 'Blue Bullet', they're calling him that now,
over the radio. Even THP can't catch him and they're starting to really
try too!" she said crossly.
Priss snorted on the couch. "Since he always loses _me_ I'm not
surprised that he can lose the THP whenever he wants to!" Linna
absently nodded from her position
"I think what Nene is so delicately trying to tell you, Priss, is that
_maybe_ you should lay off chasing the guy," Darlene commented from her plush
chair. "He's probably getting loads of laughs whenever he leads you right
into Leon's happy hands. Leon's certainly a fan of his since the 'Bullet'
seems to prefer that _Leon_ watches as THP hands you a ticket, while _he_
speeds away into the sunset." Nene giggled as Priss grimaced. "They're going
to start betting on whether you ever _catch_ the guy and..."
"Alright, alright! I get the message!" Priss dejectedly slumped in
defeat. "That bastard's likely laughing his head off right now."
"I doubt it," Darlene chuckled. Laughing inside of 'her' head right now
would have been correct. "Isn't there anything else you can do to get your mind
off this?"
Sighing, Priss nodded. "Yeah, I've met this nice girl who seems to
like bikes a lot. I should see her a bit more to get my mind off _that_
guy. I'm thinking of giving her a job with the band."
Linna blinked and looked up from her notebook computer. "What's her
name?"
"Sylvie."
Darlene had to suppress a _severe_ reaction to that name.
*Uh oh... Times are going to heat up, I think. I _thought_ that
shooting star looked odd a few days ago.* Twister sighed internally.
*I haven't heard about any vampire murders though. Maybe I can do
something before there are. Like making a 'withdraw' from a certain type of
bank... Gonna be hard to find her but I shouldn't have too much trouble.*
*Trust _will_ be.*

It was pitch black in the cloud covered sky as a metal figure silently
moved through the trees. Inside the cockpit there was light which revealed a
gorgeous, silver-haired woman who was no woman at all but a 33-S Sexadroid
who was searching for life-saving blood for her and her friend.
A determined look was on Sylvie's face as she scanned with the D.D.'s
sensors for the right target.
*_There_! Two people in a isolated car. Perfect.* She sighed as she
didn't like doing what she was about to do, especially after meeting that nice
girl Priss, but she had no choice if she and Anri wanted to survive. *I'd
better start now.* The D.D. moved forward under her guidance.
BBOOOONNNNGGGG!
*What was that?!* Sylvie thought frantically as she checked scanners
that had registered nothing before. Before she could react, the D.D. _did_.
A massive fist hurled towards a shadowy figure standing in front of the
machine of destruction. All it hit was dirt as whatever it was dodged quickly
and landed a short distance away, waiting patiently despite the threat.
Before the weapons systems could fire, Sylvie frantically turned them off;
she hadn't expected the D.D. to respond so quickly and was a little
frightened at it's increasing ability. She wanted to be fully in control,
not be a helpless occupant. Seeing as whatever had...knocked??...on the
D.D.'s leg to get her attention had not attacked, Sylvie decided to
cautiously find out what, or who, it was.
Standing outside, and assuming a waiting posture, was a
strangely armoured figure. What was even more odd was the clipboard, with
multiple pieces of paper on it, that it held. Before she could react, the
figure spoke in a modulated voice at her.
"Two orders of blood at 37 Celsius for a Miss Sylvie!" The figure
pointed at two plastic containers, that Sylvie hadn't seen before, filled
with red liquid. "Please sign here please." The stranger held out the
odd clipboard and held that position.
Confused, Sylvie opened up the hatch of the battlemover and the person
sighed with relief.
"Ah, good. I got the right address." He shuffled the papers as
the helmet appeared to be looking at them. "Sylvie. D.D. battlemover.
Mega-Tokyo parkland. Good to be in the right place for once." He held
out the board again. "Sign here, please? Oh, wait!" An armoured hand slapped
the helmet. "Special case. I forgot. No signiture necessary. Bye...and
enjoy!" The person leaped into the woods and disappeared from sight.
Puzzled and uncertain whether or not the figure was one of her
enemies, Sylvie guided the D.D.'s systems to grab one of the plastic containers
and analyzed the liquid. After a few seconds, it was verified as being human
blood at the proper temperature for the human body.
Incredulously, Sylvie shook her head and stared at the two large
containers before quickly draining them of their contents.
As she returned to the hiding place for the D.D. Sylvie wondered at
the extremely odd encounter she had just had. Someone who wanted to help her?
Or...what?

A week and a half later, Sylvie and Priss were riding their motorcycles
through various streets. Sylvie was pretty happy at the moment.
Her and Anri's desperate need for blood was solved after that
first strange encounter with the armoured figure, whom she found out later
was called the Crystal Knight. Every night after, two new containers of blood
could be found in the apartment they shared. Anri was relieved that Sylvie
wouldn't have to endanger herself, but Sylvie didn't know how long this
apparent help would last, which bothered her. Especially help from
someone who fought boomers.
Until now that is.
*I've finally found where the disk containing the information Anri and
I need is located! Once I get it we can finally be free like Priss and her
friends.* Sylvie smiled in her helmet. *I guess I can almost call them
_my_ friends as well, though not as close as Priss. Nene reminds me of Anri
a little. Linna is always busy in her business world and boyfriends. Darlene
is friendly, even though she seems to be worried about something.* Sylvie
sighed happily.
*I am free...*
Suddenly, a blue motorcycle turned onto their road and didn't appear
to have noticed them.
Priss turned her head to Sylvie and with a mischievous smirk motioned
her to flank the biker on his opposite side. Wondering what Priss was doing,
Sylvie complied. Quickly, the two female bikers were on either side of the
'Blue Bullet'.
Surprised, the black visor went from Priss to Sylvie to Priss again.
With a resigned shake of the head, he motioned them to pull over to the side
of the road ahead.
Priss's attitude towards the Blue Bullet had mellowed over the last
two weeks. A form of rivalry was created, with either one of them sometimes
sneaking up on the other when the other didn't expect it. Since the Bullet
knew that she wasn't that angry now at him, his guard was down and made the
game an even one. Not that he let THP ever catch him.
When they had stopped, Priss and Sylvie took off their helmets while
the Bullet left his on.
"At last found a biking partner who could stand you, Priss?" He
chuckled.
"Shove it up your exhaust pipe, Bullet." Priss replied, not insulted.
"This is..."
"Sylvie." The Bullet interrupted Priss, who's mouth now hung slack.
"Nice to meet you again."
Sylvie was confused. "Have we met?"
"Yes and yes."
This didn't help Sylvie.
"Ignore him, Sylvie. He likes being cryptic and obscure." Priss snorted
with disgust. "Let's go! See you on the road, Bullet!" Priss roared off
expecting Sylvie to follow after.
Before she did, the Bullet quietly said, "Good luck,
Sylvie." He sped off quickly from a surprised Sylvie.
*What did he mean by that?* Sylvie wondered as she started after Priss.

Darlene was contemplating Sylvie in her home above the store.
*What can I do to save Sylvie? If I do something wrong then _Largo_
might do something different and the Knight Sabers might not be able to do
anything about him.*
Dark thoughts fluttered through her mind before grimly deciding on a
course of action.
*I'd better not risk it. Openly at least. Damn. Priss is going to go
through Hell.*

Priss was in Hell.
The D.D. battlemover had gone into full-auto mode with _Sylvie_, of
all people, inside of it. A battered Leon had gasped out the fact about the
micro-neutron bomb when Sylvie had opened the D.D.'s hatch and begged Priss
to kill her.
She couldn't do it.
The D.D. had finally responded to the threat of Priss and knocked her
away into the stone wall, shattering her facescreen with the impact. Shaking
her head to clear it, Priss had gone to get her motoslave to even out the
odds; the battlemover was just too strong and quick. When she had arrived
with the machine, she saw Sylia being caught by the D.D.
Priss had realized that there was _no_ time left. If the micro-neutron
bomb went off they would _all_ be dead and Sylvie had begged Priss to kill
her to save them all. She made the heart-breaking choice when the D.D. raised
it's fist to smash a trapped Sylia and eliminate her threat.
Using the motoslave's cannon she blew away the D.D.'s right fist, and
all eyes, including Sylvie's, went up to her. Priss recalled her words then.
"Sylvie! Here I come!"
Priss had taken off into the air and the D.D. had launched a salvo of
rockets and bullets at her. The motoslave exploded in a giant fireball, but
Priss's armour had protected her. As she fell to the ground, she had aimed
her main blaster at Sylvie with tears in her eyes and cried out Sylvie's name
when she fired.
The shot hit Sylvie in the area below her right breast causing
her to jerk in shock and the D.D. to shut down, releasing her.
Priss had caught the limp Sylvie as she fell to the ground and held
her close as Sylvie softly asked a request of Priss to give a disk to Anri,
someone she apparently cared for, in her apartment. Priss had agreed
and she listened to Sylvie's last words before a blue glow flashed in the hole
the weapon had made and Sylvie went limp. The fighter-singer cried out her
grief.
Priss was in Hell.

Leon woke up in the hospital with a familiar red-haired face smiling
down at him.
"Back to the land of the living I see," Daley cheerfully said.
"Of...ow...course." Leon grimaced at the sharp pain in his chest.
"Better take it easy. You were pretty messed up there."
"No...shit." Leon sighed. "At least we're not dead... Thanks again to
the Knight Sabers." He recalled that brief flash of consciousness he had. The
Knight Sabers gathered around the operator of the battlemover, who was
apparently dead. The shock had come when he realized it was _Priss_, in the
blue Knight Saber armour, who had been holding the operator. Then everything
had gone black again.
"Not dead, no, but some people in high places certainly wish _they_
were," Daley wryly commented as he sat down on a hospital chair.
Frowning now, Leon queried, "What do you mean?"
A puzzled look came over Daley. "Well, we know the operator of the
D.D. must have been killed and left by the Knight Sabers, but for some reason
the body was missing." Leon looked surprised and Daley nodded. "Exactly my
reaction. Not a trace was detected of who took the body or why." Now Daley
rubbed the back of his head. "Here's the _real_ kicker. A transport was
brought in to take the D.D. to a heavily secured area. The battlemover was
loaded into the truck and the doors locked shut. From what a source of mine
told me, when the transport reached the base to unload it's cargo, the D.D.
had _vanished_."
Leon's eyebrows went straight up at that. "How do you steal something
_that_ big and heavy without the transport crew being aware of it and likely
guarded from all sides?"
"Beats me. My source also mentioned that there was a message burnt
onto the inside wall of the truck, and I quote: 'Anyone who designed this
thing with a micro-neutron bomb should be dragged out into the street and
heckled to death.' No signature. Nothing." Daley sighed. "I'm told they
scanned the interior of that truck quite throughly too."
Chuckling at the message, Leon replied, "By the sound of it, the D.D.
is likely in better hands than I would've hoped for."
Daley grinned. "Me too." He stood up. "Well, heal fast, partner. I'll
miss seeing your handsome face around ADPolice headquarters." He waved gaily
at Leon and sauntered out the door.
The injured merely looked to the heavens briefly and sighed. *I wonder
who took the D.D... and Priss is Knight Saber?* Leon closed his eyes to get
some sleep.
*That had been one Hell of a confusing day.*

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