Dancing Dragonflies. (Worm/ Cross Ange: Rondo of Angels and Dragons)

Arc 1.2

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As we approached the fences with barbed wire, I couldn't help but notice the trashed cameras littering the place. Mom darted into a corner, before reappearing with a duffle bag bulging with goods. She pulled out two pairs of headsets, strapped on two bandoliers of grenades and a submachine gun. She pressed a button on her headset after putting it on and a red visor that blocked the upper half of her face rolled down from the headband. I grabbed a similar headset, rebreather with attached gas canister and-no shit- a handgun that Mom threw at me, and looked blankly at her while I was fiddling with her gifts.

The headset, not the gun. I grew up with them. I know better than to treat them like toys. Not sure what the rebreather was for though. Was my mom planning to gas someone? Wouldn't put it past her though

"Put it on."

Well, I guess I'm in the family business now. Mom didn't wait for her daughter to get suited up before she began to walk through a giant hole in the fence nonchalantly, the gun's strap slung over her shoulders. I hurried after her, alert for any sort of unwanted company. Even a shithole like Winslow had police alarms installed into the fences and I doubt they'd take kindly to someone wrecking the place.

Were it not for that red visor, Mom in her black jacket and jeans didn't look like a cape. As it is now, she looked like one of the low-rentals that sold their services for a price. Which if my suspicions were true, she probably is.

But the powers of being a psychotic blonde female Rambo? What kind of lame power is that?

I followed Mom, and almost gagged at the stench on me once my sense of smell returned as the tranquilizers wore off.

"Mom, I need a shower." My mother stopped mid stride and glared at me, acting as if wanting to wash off the stench of day old garbage was an unreasonable request.

"Funny, the knockout gas I've put into that rebreather ought to have worked by now."

Knock what gas?

I felt limp as I fell towards Mom's waiting arms before the world went black.

Ange

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I grabbed onto Taylor as she fell forward into my embrace, cradling her like I used to do whenever I was able to stay on Bet for any amount of time. Could do without the smell though, but I'd take it as a reminder to really have my girl focus on her CQC and situation awareness training. She must be slacking off if she got caught unawares without a bratty sister stabbing you in the arm like it happened to me. Or a horny virgin pervert scientist with god powers for that matter. I carried Taylor to a grey sedan I've taken from some hapless chump who was picking up a street walker.

Well, actually he wasn't a hapless chump. He was a pimp who worked for the ABB. Didn't know the ABB started recruiting South Asians recently, but Asian is Asian I guess. Still a hapless chump after I headshot him and knocked his girls out though. I put my girl into the back seat, resting near the bags of tools I will be needing for the job. I drove into the Asian sector of projects, where waves of immigrants from Japan and other parts of Northeast Asia turned the place into a fertile recruiting ground for the ABB. Driving a car with tinted windows owned by one of their own helped as the ABB loitering near the street corners barely glanced in my direction as I drove near one of their workshops.

Well, they will certainly be looking once I've done what I came to do.

I opened up the window as the two posted sentries approached my car, their guns still holstered under their shirts. I threw a flashbang on the approaching duo before I followed with a couple of frag grenades which went off with a crack, killing off the approaching sentries. I then grabbed a rocket launcher from the backseat, went out of the driver's seat using the engine block as cover before I fired off towards the garage door. The rocket streaked towards the metal rollers before it connected, going off with a bang that left a large hole in the door before a secondary ball of light formed where the rocket detonated and further tore open the rollers.

I just love dragonium based energy rockets. So useful! I almost kissed my weapon, but a stinging reminder of swollen lips when it touched heated metal dissuaded me from doing so.

Tossing aside the now expanded launcher, I sprayed pass the smoking doors with an entire mag full of submachine gun rounds and lobbed a few more frags in different directions for good measure before I reloaded with another full clip and moved in, my weapon scanning for enemies. I squeezed off a couple rounds towards some twitching ABB on the floor, trying to ignore that they're not much older than Taylor was as I made my way to my hoverbike they kept inside. I heaved a sigh of relief that they haven't dismantled the bike and I didn't have to make one of the mechanics put it back together.

On second thought, it'd be pretty hard considering I've fragged and shot them all. Sorry Tusk, guess I still haven't learnt your lessons on not needlessly escalating. Sorry, promising future scumbag criminals for gunning you down in a hail of explosions and gunfire. Go me for being lucky and all that.

My ring glowed and the hoverbike came to life, the lights on her console shining brightly even in the dimmed lights of the garage. I grabbed onto the handlebars and rode it towards the exit, before I came to a stop right above the grey sedan I've acquired, a frown on my face as I saw an ABB pointing a knife at Taylor's throat while using her as a shield. The young Asian gangbanger began yelling at me in some language that I didn't understand, and his hand was trembling so I guess he was probably upset I've shot his friends or family inside the garage. Or maybe it was the grenades. Don't know, don't really care.

On the other hand, I can't have some random thug holding my daughter as a hostage, so I shot him in the chest through her.

I landed the hoverbike next to Taylor and the guy who took her hostage and separated them. I saw that the ABB was still breathing, even as the blood was staining his shirt.

"Human shields only work if your opponent is hesitant about shooting the shield. And pick a fat guy when you do." I pointed to the tall, gaunt figure of my daughter. Why can't she inherit my curves, only my hair and voice?

"Does she look fat to you?" I think he gurgled out something, probably to cuss me out or to thank me for the gem of wisdom. Probably the former, since if he was so smart he won't be dying like a dog on the street shot by me. Also, he expired halfway while he attempted to give me the finger. Okay, so he was definitely cussing me out.

I turned to my daughter, her chest still moving up and down, but I could feel her pulse slowing as I felt it form her neck. Well, that won't do. So I put another round into her chest to hasten the process, and started to count the seconds on my wrist watch.

One, two, three, four, five.

Hey, come on now. Don't tell me the tech didn't work?

Six, seven…and a flash of light as the wounds disappeared, Taylor's cheeks regained colour and even the stench of day old trash no longer lingered on her.

Embryo if there's a hell and you're listening to it, I want to let you know. You may have been a creepy, rapist, genocidal, dirty old man whose real body died a virgin, but your immortality tech is really wonderful. Thank you for dying and letting me have the chance to implant it into my daughter.

Also, your dick's still smaller than Tusk's.

A cracking noise from my headset as I heard the soothing tones of Salako and Hilda squabbling away in the background while Vivian's hyper greeting made me crack a smile.

"Yo Ange! You ready to come home or what?"

I cracked a smile at the redheaded DRAGON girl's enthusiasm and confidence in my ability to get things done. Shuffling noises on the other end and I heard Tusk's smooth voice warmly greet me over the communications.

"Hey love. How's our daughter?"

Hmph, focus on the kid and ignore the old lady huh? Men!

"She's fine, honey." I could hear his wince from over the line as he heard the italics." Please have the portal set over this coordinates. I'm bringing Taylor home."

A whirlpool with arcs of lighting appeared over my hoverbike and pink and white dragons the size of the grey sedan I was clearing out shot out of them, their wings flapping in the air as they circled me to lookout for threats. I waved at my escorts before I turned to prepare the hoverbike for ascension into the portal.

Arzenal? I'm home!

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A/N: Ange of the Norma. Giving zero fucks since forever.