Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Jupiter walked backwards down the hallway. Behind them, Sailor Moon looked forward and led them.

"I really hope this works," Sailor Moon muttered.

Jupiter grunted. "We don't seem to have any other choice," she replied. "And I need to blink."

Tuxedo Mask nodded and hefted Charlotte. "We'll cover for you."

Jupiter closed her burning eyes and rubbed them. "I really hate these guys," she muttered venomously.

Sailor Moon glanced back. "How many are following us?"

"Four, maybe five," Tuxedo Mask answered. "About a hundred yards back."

The lights went out.

Jupiter opened her eyes and loosed tiny bolts of electricity from her hands. They gave the hallway an eerie green glow, but provided enough light to see. Sailor Moon whimpered.

The Angels were two feet away.

Mars held a tiny flame in her hand. Despite its size it illuminated a large area around her. "It didn't take them long to go for the lights," she said. "Why didn't they shut them off sooner?"

"I don't know," Mercury admitted. "Maybe they can only do it occasionally?"

"At least you thought it might happen," Venus replied. "I just hope the others are okay."

"They should be," Mercury answered confidently. "Lita can provide some light for them."

"Ami, what are we going to do if this doesn't work?" Venus asked.

Mercury shook her head. "I don't know," she said grimly. "If this doesn't work, I don't think we can win this one."

"You can't think like that!" Mars snapped. "If anyone can find a way to beat them, you can. But you need to trust yourself!"

"Thanks, Rei," Mercury said quietly. She glanced away from the Angels. "I'll lead for now. If one of you two need to blink, tell me and we'll switch again."

Venus and Mars nodded as Mercury reached back, placing her left hand on Mars' left shoulder and right on Venus' right shoulder. She carefully led them down the hallway, helping them to avoid obstacles in the way.

Game Center Crown:

Secret Base

WHAM!

Dust trickled from cracks in the entryway. Motoki looked up from the bundle of wires in his hand.

"Focus," Luna ordered curtly. "We need to restore power and get the defenses back up."

Motoki dry swallowed and nodded. He turned his attention back to the wires. "Which one goes into the generator?" he asked. "And a better question, why was it unplugged?"

Luna looked up from the schematics. "The large red one," she replied. "We unplugged it because it needed maintenance. Artemis was supposed to do it, but didn't. If his negligence gets us killed, I'll never forgive him."

Motoki pulled the red wire away from the others and ran the fingers of his free hand over the side of the generator. When he found the outlet, he fumbled with the wire and tried to force it in.

WHAM!

New cracks appeared in the ceiling. "Do try to hurry," Luna said as calmly as possible.

"I'm trying," Motoki muttered. He turned the wire and kept pushing the end into the outlet. It went in.

The computers hummed and the lights came on. A shrill alarm sounded from the console. "Yes, I know we're under attack," Luna growled. She pressed a few buttons and the alarm stopped. An image of the base appeared on one of the screens. A blue-green box surrounded it.

Luna sighed in relief. "There's no way they can get in here now," she said confidently.

Motoki frowned at the cracked ceiling. "But we can't get out."

"It's better than getting killed," Luna sniffed. "I'm sure the Senshi will find a way to deal with these things."

Motoki looked at her. "What are we supposed to do until then?"

Luna began inputting commands into the computer. "Try to find out what's happening." She frowned. "Communicators are down," she said. She typed in a few more commands. "And I've lost access to all sensors and scanners. I only have backup data from before the surge."

She pulled it up and glanced over it. "It looks like the entire city was hit by the same power surge."

Motoki looked horrified. "You mean those things could be all over the city?"

Luna nodded. "Anywhere with a screen," she answered. She glanced to Motoki. "More likely they only targeted us. The rest of the city should be safe. For now."

The alarms blared again. Luna turned back to the monitors. "Impossible!" she gasped. "They're draining the shields!"

The monitors went dark. Motoki and Luna shared a fearful glance.

WHAM!

A large dent appeared in the entrance. "Luna?" Motoki asked hoarsely. "Are you sure there's no other way out?"

Luna hesitated. "Not for you," she admitted. "It's a small opening only Artemis and I can get through."

Motoki glanced at her. "Get yourself out of here," he said. His voice trembled, but he tried keeping a brave face. "The girls need you more than I do. I'll be alright."

"They have Artemis," Luna replied. "And stop being ridiculous. We'll find a way out of this. I just need to think."

WHAM!

The Tsukino's House

Ikuko pushed Shingo into the bedroom. Behind them, the image of the Angel was halfway up the stairs.

Ikuko Shut the door. "Help me," she ordered as she began dragging a dresser towards the door.

Shingo grabbed the other half and, together, they managed to get it in place. Once done, Ikuko grabbed Shingo and shoved him under the bed. She forced herself to speak calmly and quickly. "No matter what happens, stay there. If you have a chance to, get out of here and get help."

"I won't leave you, mom," Shingo insisted, resisting her attempts to hide him.

"I won't let you get hurt," Ikuko replied firmly. "Get under the bed. Now."

Something scrabbled against the door. The handle turned and the door started to open. It stopped when it hit the dresser.

While Shingo was distracted, Ikuko shoved him under the bed. "Stay there," she hissed quietly.

CRACK!

The door exploded into splinters and the dresser soared across the room. Ikuko screamed and covered her face. The dresser flew over her head and through the window. Fragments of glass exploded outward and rained down on the garden. The dresser flew out into the street where it shattered on the asphalt. Clothes and jewelry scattered everywhere.

The semi-transparent Angel stood in the doorway, fangs bared and its nails extended into claws. Ikuko picked up a shoe and hurled it while backing towards the window.

The shoe passed through the Angel and bounced off the wall. Ikuko continued backing towards the window, her hand reaching behind her, looking for something to use as a weapon. She blinked.

The Angel's hand was inches from her face. A scream escaped her throat and she reached behind her, hoping for a weapon.

Her fingers brushed against a shard of glass and she winced as it bit into her flesh. She gripped it, ignoring the pain, and slashed at the Angel.

The glass passed harmlessly through it. She dropped the glass and turned to run.

The Angel's hand clamped on her throat. "Shingo, run," she croaked.

Shingo soared out from under the bed and threw himself at the Angel. He passed through it and crashed into the floor.

He groaned and struggled to sit up. Behind him, the Angel threw Ikuko out the open window.

Shingo turned in time to see it. "Mom!" he screamed.

He started to move towards the window. He blinked and the Angel was in front of him, reaching towards him.

He slowly backed away. "Sailor Moon will save me," he said nervously.