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Syaoran's Angels 2: Angels ForeverPrologue
New York City, U.S.A.
Techno music blared all around her as she pushed through the dancing crowd. Tomoyo glanced up, her lavender eyes just managing to make out a hank of blonde hair in the crowded balcony area above.
"I've got visual confirmation on the subject," Tomoyo murmured, speaking softly into her comm-link.
'Me too,' Sakura replied, 'Nasty looking brutes aren't they?'
"Talking about Meiling?" Tomoyo teased.
Sakura laughed softly into her own comm-link.
'The bodyguards.'
Tomoyo nodded to herself not liking the bevy of the heavily armed men that patrolled the exclusive balcony area above. A slim metal staircase was the only access into the V.I.P. zone and that was guarded by a duo of tough looking guards scanning the dance floor below behind sun-glassed eyes.
'Wait,' Sakura said suddenly, 'Dark-haired man approaching the stairs.'
Tomoyo glanced to her left and sure enough there was a man fitting Sakura's description making his way towards the stairway. Tomoyo sighed.
"Here goes nothing."
As he slowly climbed the stairs, his legs began shaking. His palms were damp and his breathing quickened as he glanced up at the two burly guards blocking the stairway feeling their gaze bore into his face.
Silently they moved aside allowing him to move up the final few steps and step onto the balcony. His nose was immediately assaulted with the thick smoky fragrance of burning cigars as his eyes were drawn towards the centre of the balcony where a huge crimson couch sat.
A blonde-haired man dressed in an expensive white suit inclined on its velvety surface, his amused blue eyes watching him carefully.
"Ahhh… Evan. Do you have it?" he asked plucking his cigar away from his lips.
Trembling, Evan moved towards and placed his briefcase down onto the low mahogany coffee table resting right in front of the man's knees. He unlocked the gold clasps and lifted it open revealing neat piles of cash lying side by side within. The blonde-haired man reached forwards and pulled one of the stacks free, casually he flipped through the crisp banknotes.
"Everything seems to be in order," he noted calmly.
He turned to someone beside him.
"Aren't they?"
It was then Evan realised that there was someone else lounging on the couch beside the blonde-haired man. A beautiful Asian woman glanced up at him with amused ruby eyes as she swung her long legs around sitting up gracefully. She reached forwards and grabbed another pile of cash flicking through is slowly.
"Yeah, they are," she replied, seemingly bored out of her mind.
The blonde-haired man laughed.
"Good, now to keep up my end of the bargain."
He gestured to someone standing behind Evan and the man jumped as he felt strong hands close over his shoulders.
"David," the blonde-haired man called, "Bring Evan the file."
A guard moved from behind the couch, his eyes unreadable as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a big heavy black envelope.
Unseen by everyone else, the Asian woman on the couch casually reached up and ran her fingers through her raven-black hair until they met a gold clasp nestling within the dark strands.
She gently played with the clasp angling it so the smoky light overhead glistened over the golden surface. She turned the clasp from side to side allowing light to bounce off in all directions before moving her hands away and lying back into the couch. With a small hidden smile, she waited patiently.
Tomoyo smiled as she saw the small pinpoint of light flashing from the balcony above."Sakura, get ready," Tomoyo whispered.
'Let's go,' Sakura replied.
Tomoyo reached into her jean pocket and pulled out a small black device, glancing at the small glowing LCD screen Tomoyo began punching in the buttons on the device hurriedly. Data flashed across the tiny screen as Tomoyo worked furiously biting her lip in concentration.
Suddenly she was through.
Smiling wickedly, Tomoyo hit another button.
The fire alarm immediately went off, loud bells ripping through the air. The fast-beat music came to a screeching halt as the dancers began looking around in confusion.
A familiar voice ripped through the air.
"OH MY GOD! A FIRE! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
Tomoyo smothered a giggle as she rolled her eyes.
"Drama queen," she murmured as Sakura continued her tirade.
"RUN! RUN! RUN!"
As one the dancers whirled around and began stampeding off towards the exits as Tomoyo and Sakura fought against the tide of tightly packed bodies. In the balcony above, Meiling leapt into action.
"HIYA!"
Her elbow shot out striking the blonde-haired man in the face. He fell away screaming in pain as Meiling lashed out with her feet striking the coffee table, it shot forwards cracking one the guard's in the knees. He crumpled to the ground as Meiling leapt up off the couch, another guard the one who was holding the files leapt at her but Meiling ducked under his swing throwing an uppercut that crunched into his nose. He stumbled backwards as Meiling leapt into a spin-kick, her foot smacked into his hand as he let out a roar of pain.
The envelope flew from his hands and sailed over the edge of the balcony as more guards converged on Meiling. Several more guards ran to the side of the balcony trying to retrieve the file as it sailed down onto the empty dance floor below.
A pair of hands snatched them from mid-air as a pair of mischievous emerald eyes smirked up at the men.
"Awww… a Valentine?" Sakura called out to the guards, "You guys are so sweet!"
In reply they pulled out their guns as Sakura raised an eyebrow.
"Jeez, don't you want to play and make friends?" Sakura sighed shaking her head, "Bullies."
Tomoyo rolled eyes as she pulled something out from her jacket.
"HURRY UP!" she yelled to Meiling.
One of the gunmen was jerked back roughly as someone grabbed him from behind. Another was dumped onto his back as his knees came out from under him thanks to a vicious snap-kick.
Meiling trapped another in a headlock before flinging him at one of his buddies, both were sent sprawling backwards as Meiling kicked another guard away before leaping over the edge of the balcony flipping over in mid-air before landing nimbly onto the ground.
"Finally," Sakura muttered.
Meiling glared at her.
"You try fighting in high-heels and this skanky outfit!" she snapped, "And how come I have to wear this? I'm an engaged woman for god's sakes!"
Tomoyo shrugged.
"Think of this as your hen's night."
"It's usually the men who wears next to nothing on a hen's night," Meiling reminded her.
"What can I say? We're radicals," Tomoyo aimed up at the balcony with the black object she had pulled out from her jacket.
All three Angels smirked as Tomoyo pulled the trigger. A blazing flare shot out striking the balcony and showering it in a flash of bright light, the guards stumbled around blinded by the flare as they began firing desperately in all directions. There was at least one scream heard as one guard was struck down by a stray bullet.
"Jeez, not big with the teamwork are they?" Sakura muttered watching the chaos above as Tomoyo tucked her flare gun back into her jacket.
"Alert the cops," Meiling commanded, "And let's get out of here."
Tomoyo nodded and pulled a mobile phone out from her pocket as she punched in a series of numbers.
"Got the files?"
Sakura held up the black envelope.
"Oh yeah."
"Good," Meiling sighed, "Now can we please leave? I'm getting cold in this outfit."
Sakura glanced at the sheer silk shirt the Asian Angel was wearing and smirked wickedly.
"Aww… didn't those nice men upstairs keep you warm?" Sakura teased.
Meiling glared at her.
"I'm going to kick your ass."
Before Sakura could open her mouth to reply, the club door swung open. The three Angels turned around as a police began flooding through the doors.
"They're all yours," Tomoyo gestured up towards the balcony where the guards were still recovering from the blinding flare.
"Thanks mam," one of the policemen nodded briskly to the Angels as he brushed past. The three Angels watched in silence as the police began the relatively easy task of arresting the few remaining guards.
"So…" Sakura began breaking the silence.
She hefted the black envelope up.
"We've got this… so home?"
"Oh yeah," Meiling nodded eagerly.
Tomoyo laughed as they turned around and headed for the door.
Mission accomplished.