The recent trailers and stuff released about Modern Warfare 3 has got me stoked. The series is truly epic and I'm expecting an awe inspiring conclusion. The same goes for Mahou Sensei Negima. I'll reaffirm the fact that I don't own either franchise. Anyway in my excitement I was compelled and inspired to write this chapter ahead of time. That and the fact that I'd run into a writers block for my latest fic. :S
"You know what Negi-bozu?" snarled Asuna, putting on a jacket over her torn shirt. "Incidents like these are grounds to sue." She leaned threateningly close to Negi's face. "Considering how you're a teacher and I'm a student such a tort can really get real serious."
Ayaka interrupted by pointing at Asuna and announcing, "You dare to play the legal card now? I as the scion of the Yukihiro family will employ Japan's best and brightest lawyers for your defence Negi-sensei!"
"She's got a point there…" Yue, Chamo, Gary and Negi conceded.
Asuna got the point too raising her fist and gritting her teeth. "Damn… She wins this one! What's worse than a shotacon is a shotacon with deep pockets and a dedicated legal team."
"Whatever! Let's go!" she grumbled, grabbing Negi and dragging him off before shouting at Ayaka, "You'd better get that paperwork done! And no army of lawyers is going to save you from my wrath!"
"You know that really wasn't necessary you know!" Negi stammered once they were out of earshot. "I mean I'll gladly pay for a new shirt-"
Asuna cut him off. "My wardrobe's been destroyed twice over between you and the pervert ermine since you both arrived. If I needed you to pay for replacements I would have done it already."
She stopped in front of their dorm and unlocked the door. Gary, Chamo and Yue followed behind. Kazumi however left as soon as she'd received a party invite by text.
"In any case I've got a new punishment for you Negi-bozu! One which wasn't possible until the change in cirumstances last week."
Asuna went inside. They could hear her rummaging about before she returned and tossed out an overnight bag. Inside were a change of clothes, toiletries and Negi's pyjamas.
"Exile."
Negi stared at the open bag and then Asuna's retreating form through the door before panic set in.
"Nnnnooo!"
It'd taken the rest of the afternoon but Simon and Yuna were finished with cleaning up the dorm. With a sigh the former slumped into the sofa and switched on the TV. The noise of the toilet flushing and the tap running alerted him to the fact that Yuna was about to come out. Hastily he repositioned himself so he lay on the sofa and pretended to be napping. After the door opened he heard footsteps going heading towards the kitchenette. Was she going to raid the fridge? So long as Yuna stayed away from the leftover jelly he wouldn't get mad. There was a gasp before the fridge door slammed and the footfalls turned into stomping.
"Hey Simon? What on earth have you guys been living on this past week?" Yuna demanded to know.
He ignored her.
"Hey!"
Something hard hit him on the head.
"What?" he opened his eyes and picked up the fruit and nuts bar which Yuna had thrown at him. "Don't throw those. They're hard enough to break your teeth if you're not careful and they even have sharp edges."
"I knew there was something about those suspicious empty packages I keep seeing. You can imagine my surprise when I found the fridge half full with them," said Yuna.
Simon turned and peeked over the arm of the sofa to see her leaning over the counter, holding up one of the MRE packets.
"Well yeah. It's our food. No cooking necessary other than a microwave occasionally," answered Simon, tossing the bar back which Yuna caught.
"You may be excused since it was exam week but from now on you've got to eat properly. That's how my dad got sick!" she said while opening the fridge again and then the pantry.
Simon stood and went over to boot up his computer which was back in its proper place on a desk.
Yuna shut the pantry door in confusion, saying, "Alright. So you haven't got anything remotely edible in this dorm. I guess I can't make you anything tonight."
Simon looked up sharply. "I thought you're done here for tonight. We hung out and cleaned the place up. Haven't you got your own dorm to go back to?"
Yuna crossed her arms and said, "Promise you'll stop eating those MREs?"
"I'll order takeaway if it'll make you feel any better," he replied, focusing back on the computer.
That earned him a look of scepticism from Yuna as she wrote a reminder on a piece of paper and pinned it to the fridge. Meanwhile Simon was making the latest posts on the Ghost webpage. A lot of the new fan demographic was local, having migrated from another website. Curiously enough the same link appeared regularly in their comment posts. Deciding it couldn't hurt to see what it was, Simon opened it up. Onto the screen popped the homepage to Chiu's website. Exactly the last thing he wanted to see. Unfortunately the embedded video on the front began to play and Simon had forgotten that the speakers were plugged in and turned to maximum volume. Immediately he hit Alt-F4. The browser froze and so did the video which featured Chiu in a particularly compromising position. A shadow fell across the screen as Simon rapidly attempted to close the page. Failing that he resorted to Alt-Tab but to no avail.
"Oh… I didn't think you'd be so bold as to do something like that here?" said Yuna softly; her eyes glinted in the monitor screen after Simon hurriedly turned it off.
Watching the reflection of the darkened screen, Simon was frozen in place as he saw Yuna unwrap the muesli bar in her hand. With a crack, she peeled away one corned halfway down so it formed a tapered down to a sharpened edge.
"Hey!"
Simon and the swivel chair on which he was perched, toppled sideways as he leaned away from her.
The door to the dorm unlocked at that moment.
"Negi-bozu! Let go! This is where you're staying for tonight!" shouted Asuna, entering and kicking Negi away as he clung to her legs. "You're just acting your age for tonight aren't you?"
Next entered Gary, bearing Negi's overnight bag and Yue with Chamo on her shoulder.
"But I don't want to! I'm-"
Everyone stopped when they saw Yuna standing over Simon, brandishing the sharpened fruit and nuts bar.
Asuna looked from her to him before asking, "Did he try to take advantage of you?"
Both Simon and Yuna shouted, "It isn't what you think!"
"I didn't take advantage of anyone!"
"I wasn't going to kill him!"
Yue spoke up, "Crimes of passion have sometimes been categorised under temporary insanity as a defence."
Negi decided it was time to regain control of the situation.
"Ok Akashi-san. I'm sure you weren't really trying to hurt him and I'm sure he wouldn't touch you inappropriately so put down the… fruit bar please," he ordered calmly in his best schoolteacher voice he'd been trying to emulate from Takamichi. "Would either of you like to tell us what happened?"
Realising that she'd probably overstayed her welcome, Yuna complied, leaving the bar on the counter before turning and saying to Simon, "Nothing happened. Sorry about that Simon. We should hang out again. Don't forget. Start eating properly from tonight."
Once she was gone everyone turned to Simon for an explanation. Asuna was less understanding than the rest remaining unconvinced that Yuna would try attacking Simon for something as trivial as looking at Chiu's website. It'd taken an explanation from Yue about the concepts of crime of passion, intent and diminished capacity before Asuna gave up.
"By the way Negi-bozu will be staying here in your dorm for tonight, thanks" she said, remembering why she was here.
As she got up off the sofa Negi made another appeal by attempting to latch himself onto her. Asuna was too fast however, vaulting over the table and making a break for the front door.
"I must be going too. Nodoka and Haruna-san must be wondering where I'd gone," said Yue, following her to the front door.
She had a feeling the former would be jealous if she found out she'd spent that time with Negi, even if it was in the company of others.
The door slammed shut, leaving Negi alone with the two boys. The young, distressed teacher remained on his knees, staring at the door with his eyes tearing up. Admittedly he'd never made that many male friends with the exception of Kotaro and Takamichi over his brief existence. Nekane had raised him from an early age and he'd also known Anya Cocolova as his closest friend then. Ever since arriving at Mahora he'd grown accustomed in a way to the way the girls treated him. Tonight however would be something new altogether.
"Bravo Zulu mate. Looks like you've gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle Simon," congratulated Gary, clapping his hands slowly.
"What do you mean?" asked Simon.
"Oh… those kind of relationships which in tragedy. Husband or boyfriend attacked or murdered because of some extremely envious girlfriend for noticing another female in their peripheral," taunted Gary with a crooked grin.
"This coming from a guy who'd just been dumped."
Negi was only half paying attention. He looked at the clock and saw it was about time for dinner. With a sign he went over to the phone and dialled Chao Bao Zi. While he was placed on hold he saw a scuffle between the boys out the corner of his eye.
"That's it. Dead arm for you mate!" said Simon with an evil toothy grin as he pinned Gary to the sofa.
"Hey get off me! I should have taken Joe's warnings seriously!" snarled Gary, trying to twist away.
Negi watched with an open mouth as Satsuki answered the phone.
"Hello, this is Yotsuba may I take your order?"
He dropped the phone when he saw Simon pound away at Gary's upper arm continuously with a closed fist.
"Hey where have you been all this time? We've been looking all over for you!" said Ku Fei after almost bumping into Joseph in the corridor.
Fortunately the Student Council's decision to install mirrors in hallway intersections has dramatically reduced instances of collisions. On the other hand it made it easier for people to avoid those they didn't want to talk to.
"Uhh, independent science experiment… something for the upcoming Summer Festival…" lied Joseph.
He looked up at the mirror and saw Chizuru, Natsumi and Kotaro approaching.
Pointing at it, he joked, "I don't believe I've seen him before. Is he Murakami-san's boyfriend?"
Ku Fei chuckled and replied, "Don't let either of them hear you say that. No he's her little brother. Inug- I mean Murakami Kotaro. They stay in the same dorm."
Joseph could tell there was something the martial arts expert wasn't telling him but he decided not to persist.
"Hello there Joseph-san. It's too bad you couldn't join in the festivities today. I cannot describe how many hearts were broken from the other classes when they heard that all of you had disappeared," said Chizuru, stopping in front of Ku Fei and Joseph with her friend and the hybrid wolf hanyo.
"Well sorry about that," replied Joseph, looking a feeling guilty. "Just had other plans. Still trying to get settled in. I was never really close with most of the people from my previous school."
"You'll have plenty of time," said Ku Fei, patting on the back. "With these holidays you'll come to know 3-A as well as your last class from America."
Natsumi thought for a moment that Joseph's eyes were going to pop out of their sockets when Ku Fei's open palm made contact with his back.
"So that's another one of the new kids for their mysterious specialist training huh?" whispered Kotaro to her.
"It's rude to whisper about others, especially when you're right in front of them," Natsumi hissed back.
Joseph took notice of the pair.
"And you are Murakami Kotaro am I correct?" he greeted.
Natsumi and Kotaro looked at him in disbelief for a moment before the former replied abruptly, "Yeah that's right. I'm Natsumi-neesan's little brother…"
His 'older sister' confirmed it with a series of quick nods. Joseph looked over to Ku Fei whose smile looked a little wooden.
"They certainly are. I can vouch for it…" added Chizuru.
There was something in her tone and eyes which instinctively made Joseph comply. Somehow he felt that if she told him 2 + 2 = 5 in that same manner, he'd believe it.
"Alright, whatever you say. In any case I'm returning to my dorm. Maybe on the weekend," he offered.
"Bet you never had dinner with this many blokes before," said Simon.
The Negi sat between Simon and Gary, unable to eat out of nervousness.
"Are you sure you don't want to rearrange the seats?" asked Joseph.
From where he was, Negi was dwarfed by the other two considerably taller boys.
"No no… I'm okay," their teacher replied.
"You sure?" enquired Gary, taking a sip from a glass.
"No it's alright."
"Fine. Tell us if you need anything."
"How do you reckon Negi-kun is doing over there?" asked Konoka, sitting at the table with Asuna and Setsuna.
"He'll be fine. I think that some male company will do him some good," she replied.
Setsuna thought for a bit before saying, "I thought you'd be worried that they'd be a bad influence on him. I mean we've only heard of minimal perverted behaviour from the new guys-"
Asuna interrupted, "Oh don't over-think it Setsuna-san."
The swordswoman leaned over to Konoka and whispered cynically, "I get the idea she just wants Negi-sensei out of the way for tonight."
Konoka was already missing the boy when she replied, "Poor Negi. He must miss us so much."
Just then Asuna threw up her arms and exclaimed, "Yes! With him out of the way I am free! For tonight I don't need to worry about Negi-bozu perving on me, intentional or not! Hell if I want I can just walk around in my panties."
"You see…" said Setsuna quietly, looking pointedly at her charge.
At that moment Asuna heard a quiet snickering from somewhere in the room. Two small pair of eyes gleamed back at her from behind the small ventilation grille.
"Setsuna-san! Ventilation shaft! 4 o'clock high!" she barked.
The sword wielding girl was out of her seat and unsheathing her sword in an instant. Her arm blurred into action as she sliced cleanly through the grille. The instant it was compromised Asuna leapt onto the table and launched herself at the vent without disturbing any of the contents on the surface. Her arm plunged in up to her shoulder as she snatched the small wriggling interloper as it tried to escape inside.
"Looks like it isn't just Negi-bozu who's going to get exiled eh? Am I right pervert ermine?"
While Asuna evicted Chamo to join Negi, Setsuna duct taped the grilled into place before calling for repair and maintenance services to come tomorrow. They'd be gone for training with Evangeline for most of the day anyway.
"I cannot believe that Negi-bozu actually thought I was going to take him back," grumbled Asuna, stomping back in. "Truth be told I was half won over by his puppy dog eyes but I stayed strong."
"A minor test of will I suppose," remarked Setsuna with a shrug.
"Hey! Since Negi-kun isn't present I reckon now's the chance to try these on?" announced Konoka, bounding over with a pair of very large plastic bags in each hand.
"What are those supposed to be Konoka-ojousama?" asked her bodyguard cautiously.
"Some leftover costumes which didn't make the cut to the school festival. Let's all give these a shot!"
"Maybe it wasn't such a great idea getting rid him," muttered Asuna.
When Gary awoke that night he found that he couldn't breathe very well at all. He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling which was a deep blue in the dark. Snoring nearby were Simon and Joseph on the top and bottom bunks respectively. There was an awfully oppressive weight pressing on his chest and squeezing him. He tried moving his arms but found he couldn't.
"Shit shit shit shit! This had better not be what I think it is!"
He tried to make a noise, to wake up his roommates but found he couldn't make a sound.
"F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck! I knew it! Sleep f*cking paralysis!"
It was then he felt a presence in the room. Very close in fact. Close enough to hear breathing. Paradoxically a very familiar feeling yet never experienced of helplessness and fear overcame the boy as he lay there.
Suddenly the weight shifted and the pressure on his torso slackened. It was just enough for him to let out a squeak.
"What?"
Gary suddenly found he could move a little. Looking down he squinted, trying to see if there really was something causing the weight. It was Negi.
A little while later a very annoyed Simon and Joseph were both up. Negi for some reason stayed asleep while Gary hissed at the others to get their attention.
"Can you guys get him off me?" he asked, ignoring the snickers of his roommates.
"Yeah sure."
Joseph reached over but was stopped by Simon.
"Hold on a sec. I got a better idea. Stay exactly where you are Gary. We'll be back. Come on Joseph, I need you to come with me for this."
"Hey! Where are you guys going?" Gary demanded to know, watching as Simon and Joseph went to the front door.
"We're going to do something young Negi here will never forget," Simon whispered back, "Oh and if you wake him or that ermine before we're done I'm going to dead arm you so badly your children's children will never have feeling in their upper arms for the rest of their lives."
"What is this you're showing me?" asked de Kere, sitting in the passenger seat of the darkened car.
Kichirou Katsurou, his contact from the Kanto organisation who was driving replied, "This is where they're keeping it."
"The Hina blade?"
De Kere's scepticism was evident on his tongue as he looked back through the window at the darkened building across the road.
"It's a Shinmei-ryu dojo. Only a few go there but the residents are very well practised in their art. They'll die before they allow the uninitiated to even glimpse the weapon," replied Katsurou.
De Kere nodded slightly, studying the building and its surroundings carefully while he twirled a PDA stylus around his fingers.
"Can we get a hold of the architect's plans or anything like that?" he asked, looking at his contact.
"I highly doubt it. It's likely they designed and built in on their own. They're highly secretive as you can imagine," said Katsurou after a moment of consideration.
"Fine, I'll work out a way myself. Thanks for your assistance so far," said de Kere, "Alright we've waited here long enough. Let's go."
The mole nodded and started the engine before reversing and driving it back down the road through the forest away from the hidden dojo.
As he drove, Katsurou carelessly asked, "So what are you going to do?"
De Kere stopped twiddling about with the stylus before pocketing it.
"They're obviously trained to take on mages in direct combat which is fine with me. If what you say is right I'll have that sword in less than forty eight hours. Oh and before I forget, here's your payment."
As he reached into his jacket, Katsurou stiffened, thinking that the Belgian was reaching for a weapon. Instead he had a small envelope in his hand which he ripped open. A single gold Kruggerrand coin was deposited into the car's ashtray.
"Let me out here. I'll make my own way back."
That morning Negi woke up in Gary's bed. His eyes still shut, he realised he was holding onto someone else.
"Oneechan. What time is it now?" he muttered, nuzzling his face into the cold, hard plastic of the crash test dummy Simon and Joseph had stolen from the Vehicular Safety Commission the night before.
He opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of the horribly painted face on the dummy.
"WWAAHHHHH!"
"Asuna Vesperina Theotanasia Enteofushia. A rather long name isn't it?" said Nagi, bending down so he could look at her eye to eye.
Asuna awoke with a gasp.
"I remember now!"
She leapt out of bed, not bothering to change out of her pyjamas.
"Konoka! Where are you?"
She couldn't find her roommate anywhere.
"Negi-bozu? Pervert ermine?" she glanced about before looking under the sofa.
"Oh that's right. I exiled them. Dammit, they're never here when I need them the most," she complained, getting changed as quickly as she could.
As soon as she entered the corridor she heard a clamour of angry and worried voices in the main lounge of the dorm. Curious, that was where she went first.
"I can't believe it. You three were that mean to Negi-kun!" complained Maki, trying to hug a traumatised Negi like a teddy bear. "Don't worry, next time you can go to my room if Asuna-san kicks you out."
Quickly Ayaka prised Negi from her classmate's grip and announced, "That is simply unacceptable. Negi-sensei is more than welcome to stay with me if that monkey Asuna evicts you again." She pointed at the three boys who stood at the centre of the ring. "I should prosecute the three of you for attempting to cause a psychological injury to our beloved teacher."
Joseph looked the guiltiest out of the three, followed by Gary. Simon however appeared unapologetic, having taken the time to groom himself properly before stepping out of the dorm to confront the angry girls of 3-A. Negi's scream of terror had alerted all but the deepest of sleepers in the dorm. Most of them rushed out in their pyjamas at the noise and had spent a good half our chastising the boys for the prank. Even Chamo had his hair on end as he glared at the them from atop Kaede's shoulder.
"Oh what's going on?" asked Asuna, coming down the stairs and looking around in surprise at her classmates surrounding the boys.
"Well you see, Gary, Simon and Joseph here played the meanest of pranks on Negi-sensei!" cried Fuka.
"They knew of how Negi's got that cute habit of snuggling up to you when he sleeps. But instead they put a scary dummy in place. Negi was scared out of his wits when he woke up!" Fumika went on.
For once the twins actually disapproved of a prank.
"To think they'd take advantage of Negi-sensei's need for a mother figure and used it to their own amusement," gasped Ayaka, almost fainting at the injustice.
Haruna emerged into the clearing, bearing the offending dummy.
"Here it is. Evidence exhibit A."
Asuna stared at the dummy's face. There was one blue and one green eye which were on the wrong sides. The head of a mop which was dipped in red paint served as hair and it was untidily braided. A red slasher smile was added against a white face.
Quivering with rage, she turned to the boys who stared apprehensively back as she slowly walked over and picked up the dummy. With a snap, she broke off an arm.
"You dare to make such an insulting caricature of me?" she growled, raising the arm.
A few other girls joined in, grabbing pieces of limb from the dismembered dummy before giving the boys a good working over, though it was on Negi's behalf. It'd only taken less than a minute before they were done. Fortunately Kaede, Ku Fei and Setsuna decided not to participate.
"Alright. We've wasted enough time. Let's go do something else," said Misa, leading her friends back to their dorm to get changed.
"Yeah."
There was a murmur of agreement from the others as they drifted away.
"Great! Now I'd forgotten what it was I needed to say," muttered Asuna, tossing the arm into a nearby bin along with the rest of the dummy.
The boys meanwhile got up and dusted themselves off.
"You guys good?" asked Gary.
"Stings a bit. But I'm ok," said Joseph.
Simon was about to open his mouth but found himself face to face with Yuna.
"Just what were you thinking Simon-kun?" she asked him, disappointment evident in her voice.
"Oh come on. It's some harmless fun," he replied, trying to sound as earnest as possible.
Yuna glanced at Negi who was still sitting in a foetal position on the couch and shook her head.
"You gotta know when to stop I guess. Well I guess I won't be inviting you to hang out today," she concluded, "We'll talk once you've thought about what you've done."
Turning on her heels she waved for her friends to follow. Akira stopped in front of Gary and was about to say something but thought better of it.
"Something wrong?" asked Gary.
The swimmer grimaced before saying, "Don't do it again. Please."
That left Joseph, Simon, Gary and Negi alone in the lounge together.
"Uhh, sorry I guess," apologised Joseph.
The meeting took place in an empty downtown bar in the city centre of New Ostia. The proprietor was paid off well to stay home for the rest of that week. There was only one man at the bar that afternoon.
Jack Rakan quietly sipped at his beer as he watched the TV in the corner. He didn't hear the footsteps approaching from behind until he was alerted by the creak of two bar stools.
"Rakan," greeted Price, dressed casually along with Soap.
They both had enchanted Kevlar under their shirts though.
"Captain Price and MacTavish huh? You're a little late."
Jack turned around in his stool to see the two Task Force leaders sitting opposite him.
"Let's dispense with the pleasantries. You know how dangerous it is for you to be seen with us," warned Soap, "Even if you are invulnerable Thousand Blades."
The former gladiator and Ala Ruba member chuckled before saying, "Oh don't you sweat it. I organised an autograph session down the road this evenine. The fans have been queuing up since this morning so it'd hardly be a concern if I was spotted here."
Price rolled his eyes before saying, "You have the info we need?"
Rakan seemed a little disappointed, "Oh, not joining me for a drink huh?"
"Allow me to remind you that Shadow Company will be here any minute," Price sighed, tapping his M1911 pistol in its thigh holster.
"Alright here."
Rakan brought out a folded map and pointed to several marked points.
"They've got a hardened uplink centre here. If you can reach it and clone its node you'll be able to listen in to their channels during the upcoming festivities." Rakan smiled before continuing, "Of course you'll only be able to do so for the duration of the festival."
Price slid the map over before glancing at it and passing it to Soap.
"Ok. We've got less than a minute," he said, slipping it into his pocket.
There was the sound of a vehicle pulling over outside before the double doors to the bar thudded.
"This is a routine inspection by Action Directe as per the contract agreed upon by Megalosembria and the Empire to ensure the security of New Ostia for the upcoming celebrations," a loudspeaker announced.
A helicopter could be heard hovering overhead as well.
"I guess the back alleys are out of the question," commented Price, looking up at the ceiling and recognising the noise as that of a Eurocopter Panther.
Suddenly several holes were blown in the ceiling as a pair of Shadow Company commandos fast roped in. No sooner had they touched the ground and leapt to the side than another pair was halfway down.
Price and Soap had earned themselves the reputation of having the quickest draws in Magicus Mundus during their exile. In a second the first pair of commandos was down with a double tap to the face each.
As soon as the second pair had hit the ground, Rakan vaulted over the bar and slammed a fist through the solar plexus of one the commandos. He was sent straight through the translucent windows at the front. The other had an underslung shotgun attached to his HK416 rifle. A concentrated spread of flame enchanted pellets blasted into Rakan's exposed side. The gigantic man didn't even feel it. Instead he whipped around, bringing his elbow about and smashing the trooper in the face, his neck broke and the head flopped backwards to an unnatural extent.
"Don't get in the way when we're shooting," growled Price, his gun still up.
"Boo hoo. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Keep shooting, you can't kill me with those alone," boasted Rakan.
Soap sighed and said, "We'd better get out. There'll be more coming."
Rakan pointed to a trap door behind the bar, saying, "Through there. Their helicopter won't be able to spot you. I'll hold them here."
Price looked at him strangely as he helped Soap prise open the door.
"I thought you didn't want to get into a confrontation with these guys."
Rakan shrugged, saying, 'They're not really living actually so I won't lose any sleep by eliminating witnesses."
Soap and Price looked at each other before the former said, "Fine. Good luck then."
Rakan waved back. "You too. Give them hell."
The two Task Force leaders had disappeared as soon as the front door exploded open. Rakan didn't even blink as the shockwave washed over him. In streamed a dozen Shadow commandos. They had magic riot shields and stun rods. They charged first while troopers outside fired gas and stun grenades through the windows and others from the helicopter dropped more through the holes in the roof. Anyone else would have been killed outright by the grenades themselves but not Rakan. More commandos converged from behind, coming in through the back door. Heedless of the gas and the explosions thanks to their enhancements they all charged at once. The others which followed in their wake carried USAS-12 auto-shotguns. All to no avail as Rakan, with a mocking grin brought up his fists.
Do you think you can handle the awesomeness of Captain Price, Soap and Rakan in the same room?
Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? It is terrifying isn't it? Feels like someone is approaching very close and you're helplessly lying there at their mercy.
I know I've been very mean to Negi as well but I wonder why no one's come up with a prank like this yet?