Title: Moving Forward

Fandoms: Jet Grind Radio, Jet Set Radio Future

Word Count: 511

Rating: PG

Timeline: Following the events of Jet Grind Radio

Summary: Beat, Gum and Tab prioritize the next move for the GGs. It's not your standard crossover, but since elements from both games are present, I'm counting it as one.

Disclaimer: Don't own Jet Set Radio blah blah.

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Tab sat on the floor with his legs crossed, the top half of his boiler suit peeled away, lying in a bundle around his waist. He had his beanie pulled just high enough to expose his eyes to his current project, granting him better line of sight. With black rubber gloves on his hands and a toolbox at his side, the founding GG went to work tightening a series of screws on a rounded, metal chassis.

"So," Gum said, lying back on the couch Tab usually occupied, her head lolled back, "what now? We felled the Rokkaku Group and pounded down our rivals. The GGs are on top and unofficial public heroes. Where do we go from here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Tab cast his glance over to the speaker, and the gang's leader, Beat. The redhead sat back on his haunches, a box of dog food in his hand; he overturned the contents into a metal bowl sitting in front of a white kennel, and the boy's pet bulldog, Potts, poked his head out of the entrance, nose twitching.

"I think I have an idea," Tab said. "But enlighten us anyway, Bossman."

"Expansion." The word was accompanied by Beat's trademark ear-to-ear smile. "But you already know this, that's why you're building a robot out of spare parts lifted from the Noise Tanks."

Tab nodded and pointed the tip of his screwdriver in Beat's direction. "Bingo. What do you have on your list?"

"Well, the government finally got its act together and has started expanding Benten-Cho, right? Rumor has it some new renegades have popped up in that area, and I figure I'll scope it out before the Noise Tanks can bounce back and launch their own recruitment drive." Beat ran an affectionate hand across Potts' head as the pup lunged for his food bowl. "I've heard a few good things about this one girl with frost-white hair and a scarf--hear she's really fast. Figure I'll send Mew or Garam out to race her."

"That sounds like a plan." Gum thrust herself forward with a grunt and leaned in towards the other two GGs, her elbows on her knees and her gloved hands dangling down between her calves. "Yo-Yo's following up a couple leads from the grapevine about a Rudie hanging out in Kibogaoka--but the guy's real elusive, so it'll be interesting to see how that pans out. Someone so fleetfooted'd be a nice addition to the ranks."

"Then if the rest of us keep up the street presence, we should be all set, especially with all these new sections being added onto Tokyo." Beat climbed up to his skates and stretched. "Tab, you'll be okay by your lonesome?"

"Hey, if I can have a couple hours to bury myself in work without interruption, I'm right as rain."

Gum got up too, and joined Beat near the door leading out. "Okay then, Fuzzhead. We'll catcha later."

Tab waved goodbye, and the others disappeared into the sunny Shibuya-Cho weather. He grinned to himself and went back to putting together his robot.