AN: Hello all :) This story popped into my head when i heard about the new JB film coming out. A female JB and i thought it fitted the cast of SP so i tried to write one. I'll see how it goes. For those that are waiting for my Mythical Few final, please accept my apologies in how slow i am in wrting it. I am writing it I promise! Anyway back to this story i hope it gets more interesting as the chapters progress, cause honestly i dont like how this one came about. Well i'll let you read on :)
Disclaimer: I'll say this only once! I dont own Strawberry Panic! Nor do I own anything that is tied to films in this story. I borrowed them is all!
Shizuma Hanazono- Licence to Flirt: Wireless Connection
Chapter One
Somewhere in Europe
The weather couldn't get any worse. Gale force winds howled through the night, the rain pounded down hard making the air cold and visibility nil. There was even a hint of a rumble, meaning that there was a good chance of thunder and lightning coming into play. It was a night like this sane people stayed in the comfort of indoors, unless you happen to be an unfortunate bugger who had the night watch. For the main factory in town, this was the case for the security detail there. The factory could be described as your average one; it had slanted tiled roofs, barred windows with a huge stone wall surrounding it. That's where the similarities ended. A rotation of armed guards patrolled the grounds and buildings with the aid of cameras whirring away and spotlights shone brightly on the grounds below. The guards huddled in their mackintoshes with hands stuffed as deep as the pockets would allow. Some were even lucky enough to hide under the small ledges that the roof provided, for a brief while, until their rota beckoned them to another part of the compound. All eyes outside were oblivious.
Against the darkness a black figure was bracing themself against the storm, moving swiftly and agilely along the wall top, crouching down low when the searchlights glared overhead and carefully made their way on in. Coming to a section of wall they stopped. Lying as flat as they could they stayed still, listening above the noise of rain and wind for the guards. A low chatter reached the figures ears, three different pitches and tones were heard in the small lookout hut. Crawling forward to the stone edge, a quick look down confirmed it, before speedily removing themselves from sight. The figure reached to their leg removing a steel sharp point, jamming it into the wall embedding it deep. Giving it a good shake the point stayed in and held firm. Shrugging their shoulders a coil of black rope came loose, unwinding it slightly and dropping one end off the wall landing to the right of the hut. The other they fixed to the point, knotting it tightly and tugging making sure all was set. A loud bawl of laughter made the figure pause and crouch low, a dim light lit up the small area, as the door of the lookout hut opened up.
"You lost Sam now take it like a man!" a voice yelled
"That's the last time I'm playing poker with you guys" a moaning voice cut in.
Crawling forward right to the ledge she spotted a man pulling his mackintosh closer around him, jamming on his hat to try and cover his head as two others stood in the doorway. With a well-practised flick he slung his gun on his shoulder and set off. Muttering curses to the men left in the relative warmth. With a thud the door closed, the light snuffed out and the dark figure went back to their task. Checking the rope knots for the last time, with a once over of themselves, made their way back to ledge holding on tight to the rope. The wall was high enough that if you fell, there was a good chance of broken bones or very badly bruised limbs, so it was best to be cautious when sailing on down. All was going smoothly, as you can get when it was pouring down with rain making the rope that much slippery, when half way down trouble came calling. Slipping down further before a solid foothold could be gained, a man merged from the lookout hut. The wall gave them some hold with some stones jutting out slightly, as they grabbed on tight and pressed themselves to the wall. The guard took their time, a cigarette smoked in his mouth. Grit was dislodged from the wall, lost in the torrential rain. The guard however was getting jumpy.
"Hey Benny you see anything on them cameras?" the guy shouted
The intruder released one hand from the wall and went straight to their waist, a small metal lump now held securely in their palm. It was pointed directly at the smoker.
"Now you mention it, the southern sector is frozen. Could be technical or we have an intruder" a voice yelled on back
The smoker cursed. Flinging his remaining cigarette to the mud, he turned back around missing a black shadow landing behind him. He did however hear a loud squelch. His hand went right to his holster on his belt, when another hand stopped him. A right punch he swung towards the intruder with a cry, connecting with nothing, yet one landed on his abdomen, left him doubled over. His arm was bent backwards as once more he tried to fight back, until a sharp pain in his neck silenced him. The figure removed the metal lump with a dart still embedded in the guard's neck. The smoker slumped to the floor and the intruder gave the hut all the attention. Another big set man appeared in the doorway, not coming too far as he looked over the grounds. All he saw was the darkness of night with the rain lashing down. Reaching for the handle of the wooden door, something connected hard with his wrist. Benny screamed out in pain as he held his wrist to his chest, as he saw another fist swinging towards his head. Ducking down low, he dodged the hit and scuttled back taking in the fighter in more detail. Rising to his full height he faced them and stood firm. The camera console behind him, he tried to edge his way backwards, nearer to the red button that would call for backup. The figure figured this out. So with fast reflexes they ran forward, dodging one punch whilst landing one of their own yet didn't see the left hook until it connected hard with their lower left side. Bending over in pain they were roughly shoved to the floor, turned the intruder on their front and was about to handcuff them. Until a jolt shocked him back. A small metal pin embedded itself in the wrist with wore trailing from there to a bracelet. Whilst Benny was shaking from the shock the intruder turned the tables back onto their side. With both hands clasped together they delivered a knockout blow, which quickly left Benny unconscious.
With the pain still sore on their left side they tied up the guard and also gagged him. The screens showed all was normal elsewhere in the compound, as the black figure quickly took one of the coats remaining before once more striding out into the rain. Passing by the unconscious tied up guard that was hidden to the side of the hut. Moving like they belonged there, walking with a purpose, the intruder strode deeper into the factory's depth. Believing in their disguise they pulled up their collars hiding more of their face, as they passed two guards going in the opposite direction, with only a nod to acknowledge their passing. Ducking into an alley, they cut off the main walkway as they walked more quickly to their destination. The main building loomed ahead, yet the figure cut to the right away from the main entrance. A door was in sight as the figure tried to open it. It was locked tight. Giving it a shake hoping it was just stuck, with no such luck.
A curse slipped from their mouth at the extra trouble. Once more a hand went to their belt removing a small flat circular gum. Pressing it firmly on the lock, they then pushed firmly on the middle of the gum. It started to fizzle and spurt as it burned into the lock. Glancing all around, the intruder stayed on high alert as they waited for it to finish. With a thud and a click the door swung open as the figure moved inside. It was certainly not what you expected; the room was comfortably furnished with what you expect in a stylish flat. Muddy footprints were the only thing out of place as they showed the direction of the intruder. Through another door they left which brought them out into the main stockroom of the factory. Whoever decided the layout of the place didn't do a good job.
Ducking down behind a large barrel, she heard voices come right by and close. Their jabber mainly fixating on the popular women, in the tavern a few blocks away. The high society socialites of the island tended to gather there, as well as some from the mainland. When the noise had abated did they dare to raise their head and come out from their hiding place. Moving even more nimbly than before, un-wrapping their belt as they went. Starting one from end they squeezed out the inner filing, a white thick substance came out, as they laid it out on top of the barrels all in a line. In the end was attached a small device, which was then somehow linked to the watch as they pulled out the winder and inserted it in the white gum. When it was done they flung the now useless scrap of fabric to the ground. Something made them pause as they quickly ducked underneath the barrels, just in time to see and hear a duet of loudmouth guards walk straight on through. Waiting patiently after they went the intruder got up and looked around, sparing no glance at their work as they hurried back out the way they had come.
The freezing rain hit them full blast once more as they went outside, straight across the compound and once more heading in the direction of the hut. The rope was still there, no one would see it if they weren't looking for it so with care they climbed back up, slipping here and there but sure enough they made their way to the top in one piece. Crouching low made their way back along the wall and down the other side. All safe and sound, apart from the dull pain on their left side, but no job is without risk. Pulling off the black balaclava, it showed the figure to be the most unsuspecting person you would ever think it to be. Beautiful features which highlighted yellow intense eyes framed by long eyelashes, inviting lips and a mane of long silver hair which at the moment was getting more wet and bedraggled. Heading away from the factory she took a few turns and crossed a few deserted roads, stopping next to a black run down car. Her ride out of there. Climbing in she drove to the livelier part of the city, on the outskirts she stopped next to a small house, the windows was lit and the garden carefully cared for. It certainly gave a homely sort of feel. The woman killed the engine and rushed out of the car, standing underneath the door's porch ringing the bell she waited. It didn't take too long. A flick of the curtains and a rattle of chains a moment later then the door opened.
"Quickly in the other room all your items are already waiting" the elderly woman hurried her in.
The figure moved into the warm dimly lit house and without pausing made her way into the next room. A little bit ashamed bringing in all the rainwater with her. Clothes were laid out on the bed, all of it quite fanciful wear, lying next to it were accessories. If you could call a small handgun an accessory. Removing her drenched tight black attire, she stuffed it into the duffel bag that was on the floor, before towelling herself down and using the hairdryer on her sopping wet hair. Sighing in pleasure at the warm hot air and the feeling of warmth invaded her body that had all but fled earlier. As quickly as she could she got dressed in the fancy clothes that were laid out, making sure she was all dandy. Putting the accessories on her as well, the handgun securely strapped on her thigh hidden by the dress. When she checked herself over, noticing how the black tight fitting dress emphasised her curves, she picked up her bag and coat and strode back into the living room. The elderly woman placed a fresh hot cup of tea on the table, before getting one for herself. Depositing the extras by her side she calmed herself down, letting the hot brew work its magic. Not a word was said, only the soft local music could be heard. A car horn blew twice outside. The silver haired woman drew back the netted curtains taking a look at who it was. A sleek silver Aston Martin was parked across the drive way. Not what you would expect to see when you looked out your front window. Humming in approval the woman turned back to elderly woman, who was fidgeting with the hem of her cardigan.
"Thank you for this." The young woman held out her hand
"Good luck" shaking the proffered hand.
With that the silver damsel tugged on her coat, grabbed the duffel bag and made her way outside to a nice welcome. Another woman with umbrella ready and waiting was all set to go.
"All set?" they asked
"Yes. Here are the keys to the other car and my bag. I hope you like driving back in that" she said smugly
"Right after driving the martin I doubt it" looking quite sullen about it.
"Don't pout Yaya, you'll get another chance to drive one again I'm sure"
Looking much happier at the thought, the two made their way to the car, with Yaya holding the umbrella over the other whilst she got settled in. Yaya bent near the window, when it fully opened.
"He's already in the club been there for a few hours now. I don't think I need to say good luck etoile." Yaya grinned
"I'll take all the luck. You'll know when I'm done" winding up her window before starting the car.
It didn't take long for her to drive to the club, breaking the speed limit certainly helped in her favour. The club was a popular one as she drove into the parking bay, liking how eyes popped out when they saw her car, even more so when she finally got out. A queue stretched from the entrance to way back along the street, bright neon lights glowed out with music blaring out the speakers.
"Don't scratch the paintwork" she told the boy who looked delighted in being able to drive the car.
Handing the parking attendant her keys she strutted up to the door where two thick set bouncers kept guard. Giving her a good look over, this tested her patience and ability not to eye roll, it happened so many times it just became annoying. The guard nodded his head and opened the door; the music hit her full force as she stepped on through. Removing her coat handing it over to one of the staff she took in her surroundings. The dance floor was packed with bodies moving with the music, the DJ worked the consoles, the bar was full on one side with tables scattered around the edges full all around. Looking further on back as she walked nearer the bar, she noted private booths were allotted to some and most of them made the most of the privacy given.
"What can I get for you?" A chirpy voice demanded
Looking to the barwoman she smiled mischievously, stepping right up close crossing her arms onto the bar as she leant forward closer to the woman.
"I'll have an orgasm please" whispering seductively
The poor barwoman blushed deep red, either at the cocktail itself or the woman who whispered her request, it wasn't certain but she continued on with a sight tremor. It was her work after all.
"On its own or on the rocks?"
Her smile deepened as she answered "hmm… on its own is no fun. On the rocks if you wouldn't mind."
The woman nodded her head and rushed off to complete it leaving the tease to chuckle away. Her drink came minutes later, an eyebrow rose when it was a different person who delivered it and with a sip she gave the booths another deeper look, walking along the bar side as she drew nearer.
"Ah here she is" A loud bellow called out
The woman eyed him intently and with a small smile she seductively made her way over. It was safe to say she drew all eyes her way, both men and women, as she carefully dodged the other patrons to sit down in front of the man from earlier. Grey business suit with a deep purple shirt, with the top couple of buttons open. Thick rimmed glasses perched on his long nose with deep brown hair cut stylishly. Joining her were two others, all of whom were sitting to attention on either side of him, bodyguards by the look of them. The suit, radio in ears and not to mention the bulge at their side signalling they were packing. The classic look. Coughing a little due to the cigar smoke, the woman took it in her stride as she continued to stare right at him. The man was obviously a little drunk but nothing clouded his speech when he spoke.
"I was wondering if you were ever going to show up. I hate to be kept waiting."
Resting her half-drunk drink on the table she got more comfortable, legs crossed and hands resting on her stomach she just stared right at him. The sound of the music and the loud chatter of people made it hard for anyone to overhear them, or even care made it the perfect spot to draw up deals.
"So do my clients. I hope you have what I asked for" she warned him.
One of the goons got restless at the accusation as he brought his hand to his side of his jacket, the side with the gun when she threw him a deadly glare. The cigar smoking man also shot him a glare, which made him look quite ashamed.
"All is ready. The consignment is ready to be packed up and shipped out tomorrow. My end of the deal is secure."
"Monsieur Renault it's been a blast"
Turning the face of her watch, she waited for the explosion to back up her words. Not even a rumble was heard. Things were not looking good. The two goons looked to Renault for orders, which with a nod of his head they quickly showed their hands. With two guns pointing point blank at her there was little resistance she could do as they came and stood behind her blocking all routes away.
"I hope we are not going to have to do this the hard way are we?" His accent coming more pronounced
Back at the Warehouse
A guard doing his normal rounds ended up in the stock part of the warehouse. Walking bored on by he noticed something that struck him as odd. A piece of fabric was lying about down by his thick booted feet. Kneeling in for a closer look he noticed it was cut on one end and hollow.
"What the hell? No one wears anything like this." He picked it up gingerly as he took a good look around.
The dim lights of the warehouse, along with his flashlight, he scanned the area near by coming quickly to rest on the white substance lining the barrels. Walking over he stared hard at the gummy stuff that lined a few barrels, taking in the small device attached to the end. It wasn't good whichever way he looked at it.
"Best call it in" as he reached for his radio.
He never got that far as a sharp blow to the nape of his neck knocked him unconscious. A shadowy figure moved nearer the device embedded at the end, making some small adjustment.
Back to the deal
The woman looked at her watch, cursing herself at not setting it right at the start. Things were about to become more interesting. Reaching for her drink to calm down her nerves which were acting up, she continued to wear her calm façade as she looked to Renault.
"Difficult? Tell me when were you going to inform me about the way in which you acquired my request?"
It certainly wiped the smirk off of his face. Renault stubbed out his cigar angrily as he reached for his whiskey gulping it down in one. Banging it back on the table when he finished, making the other glass rattle in protest.
"Call off your goons and lets settle this amicably" she reasoned to him
Renault acted as if he didn't hear her at first, keeping the cold stare on her at all times. Shrugging her shoulders as if in indifference, she took another sip of her drink when he finally relented and jerked his head to the two guards. Instead of sitting back down they moved slightly away from the table, close enough to act yet far enough away to give them some privacy.
"I'm guessing you want a deal of some kind" Renault spat
"It does create some problems for me and my clients at the authenticity of it all."
"I hope you don't plan on anything dramatic, I have friends that can make it very troublesome"
"My dear Renault. Being dramatic is what I do and as for trouble, well that's my middle name." she sweetly told him
Before any more words could be said or actions done, the whole bar rocked as an ear splitting boom was heard. The music stopped as people rushed out of the building, a few screams and shouts could be heard. All of it focused on something about fire and explosion. The woman took it as her cue to leave. Another boom went off which sent people into panic mode. The woman stood up and quickly evaded the hands that tried to grab her, delivering a well-aimed punch to the face of one, whilst her other reached for her weapon bringing it sharply on the back of the head of the other goon. Twirling to face Renault whose wide eyes and pale face grew more pronounced as he saw the gun pointed at him, looked terrified at her.
"Do you feel lucky" she pulled the trigger once as the gun fired true.
AN: Please review and tell me what you think :)