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VII.


Renewed fears

"Say that again?" Ohgi commented, not really certain he heard right.

"Subject Zero has escaped containment and fled, we are in the process of tracking him now. All studies have been stalled until his return." came Tohdoh's base voice. "I am unable to give you a time frame for capture, though I would suggest informing Xingku immediately as reinforcements may become necessary."

"How did this happen?" the stunned politician muttered.

"Subject Zero has proved far more capable of himself now then in the past, I underestimated his physical and deceptive abilities. A mistake that shall not be repeated." Tohdoh continued. "I would like to request this department be transferred directly under Le Xingku after you inform him. This is a military matter now, not a public one."

"Unacceptable, you will make do with the resources available to you now Tohdoh. I will see what I can do about procuring you additional men and Knightmare's."

"Just soldiers for now, Ohgi, Lelouch's piloting skills are still average at best, and the two Lances I have available will be more then enough to face him. Even if he were to retrieve the Shinkiro." Frowning Oghi considered the possibilities of Lelouch getting his hands on such an item.

"What if he went for the Lancelot, Guren, or another of our handful of 7th generation KMF's?" he asked

"That would be foolish of him, seeing as how his skills would be almost worthless inside the cockpit of those machines. Shinkiro would be the one he would take, if he takes any at all, as it is specifically designed around his strengths." Tohdoh reasoned.

"Very well, I will see what I can do about getting you more men then. Do you have any specific requests?"

"At least a squad's worth of sharpshooters and their equipment. Also urban close quarters combatants would be a good choice." Tohdoh replied.

"Sharpshooters Tohdoh? What if they miss? A 50 caliber round will pulp a human target even if it misses by a hands breadth."

"He isn't human anymore Ohgi. I don't think even a full auto 50 cal could keep him from getting back up anymore." Tohdoh warned.

"Very well, I'll include a few more of the Spear-less as well. You're praise for them despite the operations failure is heartening." Ohgi said.

"Indeed, they preformed beyond my standards, I might only be alive because of the efforts of Lo Ping." returned the old commander.

"I'll inform Xingku immediately then. Good luck, Tohdoh." Oghi finished, placing the receiver down before hearing his response.

"GOD DAMN IT!" he roared in the empty office, slamming his fists into the massive desk he sat behind. "What was he thinking letting the subject even move. I would have had him bound to a table with razor wire!" he ranted.

Calming himself the Black Knight began to plot. How could he keep this situation under his control? Abandoning thoughts of giving Xingku Tohdoh's suggestion to transfer him directly under the Black Knights force commander, as if he would let them cut him out of the loop. Grumbling he picked up his phone again and dialed his benefactor.

"Yes Ohgi?" came the deceptively smooth voice after a few rings.

"We have a... situation." Ohgi began. "Subject Zero has managed to not only escape from under Tohdoh's gaze, but elude capture as well."

"Unfortunate." Ohgi shivered a little as he heard the slight sense of malice enter the mans voice. "What preparations is Tohdoh making for the capture effort?"

"He has a company of infantry at his disposal, two Lances of modified Glassglows and has requested sharpshooters. I assume he is also using resources from the espionage and media departments."

"Well he is anything but incompetent." the mystery finished for him. "Give him the sharpshooters and another companies worth of men, he shouldn't need Knightmare's to hunt down the subject unless they allow him to capture the ones they have. VTOL's however, should be made available to him 24/7 until the capture is complete. I will also send you two operatives to hunt for the subject as you see fit. Either as part of Tohdoh's task force or as a separate unit. Use your discretion."

"Very well, anything else you would ask of me?" Ohgi queried.

"Good luck on your election to one of the three Japanese UFN representative seats. I'm behind you all the way."

"Thank you. I will do everything in my power to speed the recapture." Ohgi replaced the handset onto its base. Placing his head in his hands he let himself shiver and dissolve into a puddle of fear for a moment.

Inhaling he forced the insecurities back into the closet they came from. He was Ohgi of the Black Knights, soon to also be a UFN representative for his country, he couldn't disappear over-night without questions being asked.

"I just wish Tohdoh had put more emphasis on research and less on mere containment." he whispered to the empty office. If they could crack the secret to Lelouch's regeneration he wouldn't need to fear anyone ever again. Remembering Lelouch's heart starting to beat again, even around Tohdoh's sword was a vivid reminder of his unhallowed powers. Powers Ohgi was desperate to have for his own.

"I'll help this dream stay alive, Naoto. I swear!" he resolutely stated, mostly for the grim specter that haunted him. Calling his secretary for a new pile of paperwork required to get his plans moving Ohgi leaned back and contemplated.

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The elevator finally slid to a halt, and Lelouch reluctantly broke their embrace. Grabbing a small duffel-bag he had stashed before the party he gave Kallen a quick smirk and motioned for her to follow him down the empty hall.

"Where are we?" she asked inquisitively, staring at the Brittish secret ops center built under her school.

"You are in the OSI base built here to monitor me after Charles re-wrote my memories." Lelouch explained as he moved towards the main database and conference room. "I figured this would be the best place to dig around for some information on whats happened in my absence." punching in the numbers to unlock the door as he elaborated.

"It was quite a challenge to keep up the facade as Zero with the agents constantly watching me. Rolo was one of them." suppressing the slight flash of pain that came with the mention of his brothers name.

"I always wondered where he came from." Kallen mused as the door beeped and slid open. "Did you have to Geass him?"

"Hardly necessary for Rolo, he merely needed a reason to exist. The Brittish never gave him one. I could, though I haven't decided if it was a lie or not." shaking away the memories of the brotherly feelings his sibling (fake or not, in the end he proved worthy of the title.) had brought forth. "You were the only member of my upper staff to ever be Geassed, and Jeremiah removed it from you already anyway." walking into the open room he felt Kallens eyes on his back.

"Were?" she looked at him accusingly.

"I met Tamaki the other day, after my break-out. I couldn't have anyone know about me just yet." Lelouch replied, avoiding her gaze.

"You didn't-"

"He's alive, and though he can't remember what happened for a day I'm sure he can blow it off as a drunken stupor." Lelouch smoothly cut her off. Moving to the dark terminal he flicked a few switches. The soothing hum of machinery soon filled the room.

"Now lets see..." he mumbled as his mind tried to bring forth the codes to access the OSI database. "AH!" typing quickly he was rewarded with a series of clicks and a sudden flow of returning color to the multitude of buttons, switches, and dials on the board in front of him. Smirking he began to design a quick program to re-route several news casts and on-line databases through a series of filters before displaying the then relevant information to him. Five minutes later he leaned back to let his brain child do its work. Looking behind him revealed Kallen simply staring at him.

"I'm not going to disappear, Kallen." he teased lightly.

"Promise?" she asked quietly.

"I promise." he replied, almost condescendingly as he swiveled around to face her directly. It was a true promise, one he made facing her with his heart open. "I won't leave my Q-1 unattended again."

Tears started to form in her achingly beautiful blue eyes. Light tremors ran up and down her as she sat on the table. Rising to his feet Lelouch wrapped her in his warm embrace. Holding the girl through her moment of weakness as her arms wrapped around him as well.

"I'm scared..." she whispered, sobbing lightly. "Your a dream, and I'll wake up alone again."

"Damn it." Lelouch crossed off one mental plan for keeping her from harms way off before responding. "I'm every bit as real as you are Kallen, and I intend to stay so." raising a hand her ran it through thick red locks, admiring the light that shone from the well kept strands. There was something so utterly delicious about the feel of the silken threads against his fingers. Clamping down on his growing feelings he calmed himself.

"She needs your support, not your attraction right now." he reminded himself. A pair of slender hands grabbed the sides of his face and reminded him that he knew absolutely nothing about women as they pulled luscious lips against his own.

Enjoying the contact Lelouch let himself fall into the embrace. Shifting his grip to pull her even closer to him, enjoying the rush of feelings that came from their hearts beating against each other through the barrier of flesh. Her own hands slid under his arms to lock him in place against her, refusing to let him escape. Not that Lelouch could deny his queen anything any longer.

Sighing quietly as their lips parted Kallen lay her head against his chest and giggled. "I can hear it." releasing one arm she ran a finger down his covered chest. "Your heart is racing."

"Oh? I wonder why?" he responded, every inch the ice prince of Ashford academy.

"YOU.. Stupid!" she shrieked, pushing him playfully into his chair before curling up in his lap, head resting against his right shoulder. "Pretend you understand a girls heart won't you?" she mumbled before beginning to drift away, the emotional outbursts having worn her out.

"If only I did." the prince thought humorously. Holding the precious burden with one arm he began to crawl through the readouts.

"At least the situation is salvageable." he muttered. Looking at the occupant of his lap he grinned. "Well... one of them."

A tiny, happy snicker followed his comment as the occupant snuggled closer, prompting a laugh of his own.

"The world needs something to Fear." Lelouch said, quietly enough to keep from disturbing the sleeping queen. "I wonder if that is my place to claim yet though." gazing at the happy sleeper he couldn't do it. Couldn't even begin planning anything other then enjoying her embrace till the world ended.

"Another day will bring the inevitable need for a Demon King. But not today, not today." he said, slightly louder as he leaned back and began to devour the information pouring through the screen. As well as the soft rise and fall of the only girl to take up residence next to his sister in his heart.

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Sophie glared at the man behind the counter.

"Your sure you checked the bill over?" she said, pointing to the document in question. "I'm certain I didn't use that many minutes!" flipping purple-hair back behind her shoulders.

"The bill is accurate miss." the nervous teen replied. "I looked it over personally."

A foul wash of air seemed to appear, though the idiot behind the counter couldn't smell it.

"You're lying." she stated, staring hard at him. "I know you are."

"I'm not-"

"Get your manager." Sophie demanded. Unwilling to sit through another breath of the stench.

"He's-"

"NOW!" she yelled, pointing to the office behind him.

"Yes Ma'am!" he shot out, already running for the door.

Twiddling her thumbs Sophie waited patiently for her next victim. It wasn't long before an equally young cashier started towards her from the break room. The foul air returned even before he got to her.

"I said the manager! Now go get him." she demanded before he even reached her, prompting a quick 180 as the boy disappeared into the back-room again. Waving a hand lightly before her Sophie pulled a small box from a chain around her neck and enjoyed the pleasing sent of the perfume inside.

Looking up at the sound of the door opening she smiled. "Finally." the man moving towards her was defiantly the actual manager. A light stink followed him, but that was nothing unusual for someone of his age.

"I need you to review this bill, its 200 dollars over and I know I didn't use that many minutes." she stated as he reached the counter.

"Right away ma'am." he said cordially, the unpleasant odor grew stronger.

"Now, if you would sir." she pressed.

"I'm pulling it up now ma'am." he returned.

Sophie was done playing when the wave of horrific sensory input rolled over her. Snatching the man over the counter she pulled him face to face with her.

"I said now." she said in a complete mono-tone, fixing him with a fish-eyed stare before releasing him to spill down the counter back to his chair. A brief flurry of typing followed by a printer starting helped clear the air for her.

"Lets see." the slightly over-weight man said as the report printed. "Hmmmm... interesting, it seems one of the new guys accidentally forgot to put a period here." turning back to the computer his fingers exploded over the keyboard for a moment before he turned nervously back to her.

"Should be fixed now. Is their anything else I can do for you?"

"Well you guys screwed up and almost made me triple my bill. What can you do for me?" she replied sweetly, flexing fingers on the counter-top.

"Not really, though I appreciate you coming to catch the error, I will be speaking the the individual shortly and I promise this incident won't repeat itself." Sophie subconsciously waved her left hand to dissipate the air as he started talking.

"Your sure there isn't anything you can do for me?" she pressed, pouring on even more molasses sweet tones.

"Certain ma'am." he stated. The air only grew heavier.

"I'm going to ask one more time. This time you will tell me the truth or you will be in the hospital." Sophie said. Smiling like an angel as her fingers drew a groan from the finished wood under her hand.

"Ww-ww-well perhaps there is something I can do for you!" he suddenly jumped, remembering how easily the slightly girl before him and dragged his less then unimpressive frame over the counter. Typing quickly he credited her account for two months and printed the receipts. Placing the paper-work on the counter he gave a sickly smile.

"There, your good for the next two months, Sophie. I hope you enjoy your day." sighing as the frightening individual scooped up the paper-work and flounced off. Seeming every inch the young, flighty girl she appeared to be. Collapsing Mark decided his day could only get better. Looking up as the door chime sounded he spied a young couple. A young boy with black hair and piercing violet eyes and a gorgeous red-head clinging to his arm

"Ahhh, to be that young again." he reminisced before rising to go chat with them.

"Hello, names Mark. How can I help you young folks today?" he said with a smile plastered over his face.

"Why yes, I think you can." the boy responded, left hand passing over his eyes.

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With the phone bill taken care of Sophie started back towards Ashford academy, her room had been empty since her room-mate, Shirley, had passed away. Not that she minded the extra space, but it would be nice to have company around more often. Someone to chat with boys and homework with in the late hours of the night.

"Maybe I'll ask for a replacement it's hard being all alone." she mused, bouncing down the sidewalk. The phone she had just gotten payed off for two months going off. Dancing along with the tune for a moment she pulled the object out and flipped it open. Staring at the caller id a sudden change ran over the purple-haired girls features.

Pressing the button she raised it to her ear. "Sophie here, I'm alone."

"Excellent, you need to pick up Reaver. He should be coming in on the noon flight from India. You two are being moved to active status. Reaver has the details." came a deep voice from the line.

"Roger that sir." she replied, snapping the phone shut and taking off for the train station. A sudden feeling of euphoria rising in her chest. All the waiting was about to be over, her powers had been called for!

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Tom Gerald stalked his way into the baggage claim area. He was a large man with short brown hair and impressive physique, and planes were not his preferred method of transportation. Knightmare's or boats would draw to much attention or take to much time respectively however. Necessitating the vile machines. Spotting his bag on the moving slide he pulled the heavy duffel up effortlessly and turned around. A leggy teen with purple hair was standing behind him already.

"Shoot, here I thought I could at least get out of the airport before you caught up." the massive individual stated as Sophie jumped to wrap him in a hug.

"Your unusually expressive today, Sophie." Tom stated, removing the clinging girl from his neck.

"I'm just so excited I can't help it!" she cheered, spinning in a circle. "Whats our job?"

"I'll tell you later." grumbled the giant while trying to keep the girl from doing anything else that might jeopardize his cover. Tom retreated to the train station while trying to dodge the infectious happiness that always followed his partner.

Cramming into the car he waited patiently for their station. Fifteen minutes in Sophie let out a quiet shriek and looked at him.

"Pervert!" pointing to the man trying to sneak away after getting a feel. Tom was not a violent individual if the situation didn't call for it. But he was never one to overlook his partners requests. Pushing through the crowded train-car was almost impossible, thus why there were problems like what had just occurred. Tom however, had no problems pushing the masses of humanity aside as he grabbed the offenders collar.

Lifting the man over his head he proceeded, with many protests and cries of pain from the captured individual, to wrap the man around a pair of dangling handles easily removed from their former holders. After tying the human knot he slugged the man, lightly, putting him to sleep six feet in the air. Returning to his partner (much easier now with the crowd parting in awe) he placed her against the wall to avoid any similar incidents for the rest of the trip.

"Thank you, Tom." she stated with a smile.

"Shut up." was all he could say.

When the train reached their station he shoved a path through the crowd and exited with his partner. Walking to a nearby park they grabbed a secluded bench and relaxed. Pulling the zipper on his duffel-bag Tom pulled a thick folder out and passed it to Sophie.

"Here's what we got." as she started digging through the folder he gave an overview. "The targets name is Lelouch Lamperouge, or Lelouch vi Brittania, take your pick. He is a code-bearer and likely still retains his Geass an unusual occurrence to say the least. He escaped a secure military complex three days ago and we've been activated to assist in his recapture. His Geass is likely a control type with visual activation. I suggest one-way mirror glasses once we start the hunt. The mission lead for the Black Knights is Kyoshiro Tohdoh, I don't think you need me to describe his well-known capabilities." pulling a protein bar from the bag Tom ripped it open and continued. "We're to report to Kaname Ohgi as well. Though he has given us free-rein to track the target as we see fit."

"Uh-huh." Sophie grunted as she continued reading the intelligence packet. "So we got to pick up a formerly deceased emperor who is actually immortal. And keep our capacity from question?"

"Pretty much. Sounds fun doesn't it?" Tom replied with a feral smile as he tore into the thick treat.

"Very much so, Reaver, very much so." she responded in kind, unhealthy light spilling from her left eye. "Lets go see what Tohdoh has for us eh?"

"I agree." the operative responded while rising to his feet and brushing the crumbs from his pants.

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Wiping sweat from his brow Jeremiah dropped the ripe orange down to his beautiful companion. Smiling as she caught and stared at the fruit. Sliding down the ladder he grabbed her and seated the light girl onto his shoulder.

"We'll have a good harvest this year if my predictions are right." he told the short pink-haired girl as they headed for the small but comfortable house on the farm. A click was heard and Jeremiah looked up, already knowing what he would see.

"Recorded." Anya stated in a small voice. Returning the camera phone to her pocket.

"You know that isn't necessary anymore, Anya. With the Geass on you gone your memory is just as good as any camera." Jeremiah tried to broach the subject he'd had zero luck with since taking the young Knight of Round under his wing. Her response was invariably to pull out the phone once again.

"Jeremiah tried to tell me to stop taking pictures again." Anya repeated as her fingers typed the statement into her digital diary.

"Oh for the love of-" Jeremiah cut himself off when he saw a covered military truck approaching. "Anya, go inside would you darling." setting the girl down he shooed her inside.

"Put out the mechanic set while your headed that way, child." he called after her. Turning to face the oncoming Humvee he mentally prepared himself.

Activating one of the additional features of his left eye he checked thermal readings. Though not completely accurate due to the surrounding heat and engine block in the way, Jeremiah none the less determined at least a team of soldiers in the back of the vehicle. Taking a seat in a rocking chair on the front porch he calmly waited for the Humvee to reach his doorstep.

"Welcome to the Gottwald farm." he called as the driver stepped out. Seeing the uniform Jeremiah felt the hair on the back of his neck rising, very much like a wolf. Growling only increased his likeness to the animal as he rose to meet the Black Knight representative.

"I hope your visit is peaceful in nature." Jeremiah stated. "I would hate to deprive this world of more of its guardians."

"Your hearing has been determined, Jeremiah Gottwald. I have come to request you join us at the capital." the fluky stated.

"I'm quite comfortable here. And I don't think you can make me do anything, traitor." Jeremiah spat out at the joker.

"I would prefer not to resort to force." the man began.

Jeremiah laughed. Walking to the front of the Humvee he inhaled and grabbed the bumper. Straining he began to raise himself to his full height. Exhaling as he majestically brought the ton of machine and men slowly off the ground. Grunting with the effort he held the Humvee level with his chest for a full ten seconds before throwing the truck to the ground. The occupants of the back spilled out onto the ground as the vehicle bounced a full foot into the air after being dropped.

"I would prefer you respect my private property, captain." Jeremiah stated, placing a friendly hand on his counterparts shoulder. "I would prefer not resorting to violence if you understand." smiling he gestured to the still open drivers door. "If you would be so kind as to leave my property now I think I can overlook this statement from your superiors. You don't want to be responsible for me coming to talk with them again do you?" he squeezed the little bugs shoulder just to be sure the point got across.

"N-nnn-no sir!" the terrified individual stated, darting to the open door and yelling for his men to pile in. Cranking the car in reverse he speed off as Jeremiah grinned.

"Your very lucky my rage has subsided somewhat over the weeks. And that I have Anya to take care of." he said to no-one in particular. A shriek from the mentioned girl had him running towards the house as only a cybernetic-enhanced individual could. Crashing through the door he swung his head around in search of his charge.

Quiet crying could be heard from upstairs, charging up the stairs Jeremiah resolved himself to violence. No-one hurt his charges and escaped. He would punish himself for failing her later, now she needed his help. Tearing down the door before the room the noise came from he stalked into Anya's bedroom. Delicate pink was the dominating color, the bed, the walls, her toys (few as they were), and even the bookcase. A light smear of red was spread over the far wall, and slumped under it softly crying was Anya.

Seeing her in pain and crumpled sent an almost electrical surge through the metal Knight. Dashing towards her he was knocked completely off his feet and through the wall when the hidden assailant attacked him from behind the bed-post. Rolling down the stairs Jeremiah forced himself to land on his feet and leapt back through the hole, bloody murder on his mind.

Standing in the room and now holding the weakly struggling former Knight of Round was a thick, light-haired man. He had a visor covering his eyes and was dressed in a formal suit. Grinning evilly the man hopped out the window as he threw his captive onto her bed. Jeremiah didn't even consider another option as he followed. Hitting the ground he faced off with the dark-clad man.

"I'm going to kill you." Jeremiah stated, leaving no doubt that he was furious. "I might even leave parts of you strewn about as a warning to the next agent foolish enough to try and harm her."

"Oh Jeremiah. You were a marvelous test-subject, but you didn't think you were the only recipient of these enhancements did you?" the man taunted, pulling away his visor.

"Greg?" Jeremiah choked. "Your a damn scientist, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I've been... Promoted, if you will." Greg answered. "My first job is returning you to the cult. Whole or in pieces, and I would very much prefer the second option myself."

"HA! Your a joke Greg, you couldn't defeat me without the cults tampering, what prayer do you think you stand now?" Jeremiah ground out.

"You were only a test, Jeremiah, we've had months to upgrade." Greg taunted as he rushed to attack.

Not bothering to waste time Jeremiah deployed his right arm-blade, slashing a deep line into Greg's chest. Mildly surprised that he hadn't dismembered the man already Jeremiah still felt no worry. He was a Knight, and this man, no matter how modified, was nothing in the face of his devotion to his duty.

Grabbing the mans outstretched hand Jeremiah spun him around, stabbing viciously at the back of his knee, grinning as the blade sank deep into the yielding tissue. Screaming Greg clamped his hand onto Jeremiah's and flipped the metal Knight over himself to slam into the ground.

Grunting Jeremiah rolled to his feet and glanced at his opponent, apparently he had picked his second blow well as the man was still kneeling. Grinning he charged the figure, grabbing his face with his left hand he dragged him through the dirt for a moment before throwing the heavier then normal individual against his orange truck. Jumping he slammed both feet into the mans chest immediately as they bounced back from the vehicle, slamming them through the drivers door and out the other side.

Picking himself up the knight walked around the front of the car, glumly realizing he would have to fix the doors or Anya might fall out the gaping holes in the sides of it. His fallen opponent lay where they had landed, staring up at the sky.

"You're not fooling anyone, Greg." Jeremiah said in a resigned voice. "Can we play for real now?"

Rising with mechanical precision Greg giggled. "It doesn't hurt. The pain, its not real." throwing back his head the mad-man let loose a howl. Shooting forward Greg grabbed Jeremiah by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the hood of the truck with a peal of metal impacting metal. Raising the Knight with one hand Greg slammed him repeatedly against the engine of the vehicle. Grunting with each impact Jeremiah tore at the fingers that held him, but even his strength wasn't enough to pry them apart. With a ripping sound Jeremiah's shirt tore, finally releasing him from the constant pounding.

Grabbing his opponent Jeremiah threw him over the roof of the truck to give himself a moment to extract himself from the wreckage that had been his method transportation for the home-grown oranges. Slamming a hand through the grill he lifted the light truck out of the way and got a peek of Greg rising to his own feet. Snarling Jeremiah used both hands to lift the vehicle and slam it down towards his opponent. Greg merely crossed his arms over his head and took it.

As the truck bed shattered on his arms and Jeremiah was left holding the cab. Grunting he threw the now lighter half at Greg before deploying both his blades and charging. Battering aside the quarter-ton of metal flying at him Greg grabbed his left wrist and pulled. With a popping sound his hand rotated down, exposing a barrel. Bellowing in wrath Jeremiah jumped into the stream of lead that immediately began to pour from the opening.

Rounds impacted all over his chest, thankfully where the majority of his armor was centered. Wobbling Jeremiah danced to the side to let the rounds start skipping off the ground as he closed with his equally mechanical opponent. Reactions faster then human clashed as Jeremiah wove through the storm of bullets, only taking shots when he knew his armor could handle it, or when he could deflect the shots using his blades. Greg merely planted his feet and continued to spray rounds at the twisting and spinning Knight.

Roaring Jeremiah finally closed the distance and swung his blades towards the mans neck. There was a metal ping and his blades ricocheted backwards, throwing him off-balance. Greg took the chance to pour a few rounds into Jeremiah's right leg. Grimacing in pain the Knight retracted his blades and stepped around his opponent, shoving their shoulder to finish getting behind the metal man.

Grabbing the wrist of the gun-arm with his right hand Jeremiah slammed his right against the mans elbow, snapping the appendage in half. As Greg screamed Jeremiah continued his assault, kicking the mans left knee-cap and introducing it to the ground. Collapsing with the cyborg Jeremiah deployed his left arm-blade again and smashed the point through Greg's Adam's apple. Grunting the mechanical Knight right hand tore the mans head from the body with a shower of sparks and loosened wires. Jerking sporadically the body emitted a series of beeps and clicks before the signature power off noise could be heard emitting.

Rising from the body of his foe Jeremiah roared his victory for the sunny plains. Tossing the sparking head off into the distance he hurried back to check on his charge. Reaching the house with no problems he entered the bed-room and gathered up the bleeding child. Anya had apparently just been back-handed into the wall, there was some bruising starting to show and a little blood from a bit lip, but nothing life threatening. Sighing in relief Jeremiah picked her up and headed for the door.

"Jeremiah?" she whimpered.

"Yes, child?" the mechanical man asked.

"I don't think I'll record this." she said quietly.

"That would be fine darling." he said, carrying her out into the sun. "I think we need to go for a trip. How would you like to see Japan again?"

"I have pictures." she replied.

"Well lets go get you some memories then." Jeremiah returned, smiling. Glancing out the door he set her gently on the floor. "If you would go make some sandwiches for the trip dear we can go shortly. Don't forget the mustard."

Nodding the little girl headed for the kitchen. Once she was out of sight Jeremiah pushed out through the door and into the sight of the three men in dark suits spread there waiting for him. Shirtless and bleeding he stood firmly on the steps of his porch and gave his ultimatum.

"I am Jeremiah Gottwald, and I will be giving you one chance to run." he stated, the finality of the statement marked with the sounds of his blades sliding from their sheaths.


VII.


All hail Jeremiah! I'm so glad I decided to add this last scene. Yes the cyborgs are gonna be a bit (maybe a little more then that) stronger and faster then the regular humans. Greg was just armed with a light MG (pretty much a fully auto .22, he's a test subject as well), thus why Jeremiah was able to ignore his shots for the most part. The armaments on them will be quite varied if I don't get a large vote of disapproval on them in general (and it is totally acceptable to use them. The Geass cult made Jeremiah between seasons 1-2, and they have had almost a year to improve the designs featured in him.)

Bonus points to whoever figures out Sophie's Geass, but only like 3 (this is an easy one). Planning on keeping Sophie and Tom/Reaver about for a while. Reavers abilities will be exposed in the next chapter.

Minor spelling and grammar errors will be about, I'm trying to keep them under control even though my editor/GF has been having a lot of computer troubles =(. (I think you'll all forgive me though right?)

Comments, questions and reviews are adored and I will get back to you on all of them asap.

~SimplyWaters~