Ok, I found out the crossover for this chapter is a UK only thing so I'll give you the basics of what you need to know, I can't be arsed to rewrite the whole chapter and you guys probably haven't seen all of the crossovers I've come up with.
St Trinians is a fictional girls boarding school with no rules, it's generally in financial trouble and the teachers are pretty much as bad as the kids.
I'm working with the latest film which is known as St Trinians 2: Legend of Fritton's Gold even though it's technically the seventh film in the franchise, it's the second one of the latest reboot though. This particular film is based around a pirates treasure that the girls are looking for and the antagonist is a sexist group known as AD1 trying to stop them.
Also the headmistress is played by a man and the main bad guy was played by David Tennant. Gotta love random trivia.
Stuck with nothing to do Max decided to visit an old school. Alex was lucky, he'd heard of the school and made his excuses before Max tried to drag him along. Business had already been taken care of so they were left with nothing to do. The agreed to meet up later, Alex had some friends who still lived in London he was going to see.
St Trinians looked as dangerous as ever and Max rode down the drive. She'd bought a motorbike, it would be easier to seal into a scroll once she was done. Besides, no bus, train or taxi went near the school. Even aircraft avoided the place.
She was greeted warmly by some students she'd known. They hadn't forgotten her, not after the crazy stunts she'd pulled. Seeing someone jump of a building stuck in a girls mind.
Miss Fritton also greeted her, leading her by the arm to her office where the calm happy façade dropped to a more serious one.
"You came at just the right time my dear. We need some assistance with something before our girls get hurt."
"What exactly do you need help with?" Max asked with a small grin, some things never change. As Miss Fritton gave her the low down Max let her mind explore possible plans. She wandered through a mental depiction of the school finding the best places to lay traps and which vantage points would be best.
"So someone wants this ring and you're worried that someone's going to come after it. But you haven't told the girls. I think I can do something. How about a guest seminar on attacks and sieges including practical demonstrations?" Max suggested, her grin widening.
"I think that would be well placed, I'll call the girls. You make this school proud."
"It would be my pleasure. I missed the chaos this place holds so dear."
Max's seminar had the girls listening to every word. Picking a subject that interested the girls had been a good idea. Showing off some of her skills had definitely helped. She even wandered around the school with them following suggesting places to defend from.
She told them of psychological warfare: taunts, chants and battle songs. Sometimes the sound of the enemy beating their weapons against their shield caused fleeing.
Finally she did drills, forming the girls into ranks and practicing how they would act. Much like old armies they had a two rank system, the first group would fire, then get out of the way and reload while the second fired. With two of those on different levels of the main staircase and sandbags ready to be deployed Max knew this would be a good battle.
She'd given some groups of girls different tasks for other entrances, blow darts mostly, they weren't trained to use anything else but they knew where to go.
Another point she had made was use of a camera. If any attacker showed their face, film it as evidence and make sure there was sound. Once the defenders had won they could use this as a counter attack at a later date.
During this time Max had gotten a good look at the ring and made a clone copy with different numbers, if it was stolen she would be able to know where it was and transform it to normal if she needed it to. The switch took place flawlessly but turned out to be unnecessary. Miss Fritton took her to the side and gave it to her for safe keeping.
When she was done she retired to the dormitory in the attic with most of the older girls. Miss Fritton told them of the legend. The legend of Fritton's gold. Max was fascinated.
Later as they were discussing what they would do with that kind of money the warning sting attached to a girls toe twitched. Intruders.
"Action stations, this is not a drill. I repeat not a drill!" The girls burst into action, the drills still fresh in their minds. Max sent out clones to observe and intervene if necessary.
The men entered the building unaware of the terror they would face. Each dressed in black, no skin visible, just holding torches. The made a mistake of underestimating these girls.
Darts tipped with the lethal alcohol the girls produced, goop that melted field hockey sticks and of course a bit of leg showing. St Trininas had style.
With only one mishap in the ranks the girls reigned victorious. Annabelle, the current head girl had been a decent leader during the siege, Max had stepped back to allow her a chance to make up for a mistake and regain the girls' trust. Max had smiled at the use of the newer school theme as a battle song, a haunting song to creep out the attackers. Then the chant as the attackers fled.
It made the Kunoichi proud.
They retired up to the dorm taking care of the bruises some girls had obtained. Max was still on edge, they had left without much of a fight. Something was wrong with that. Max subtly unsealed her Desert Eagle, the familiar weight back on her hip, covered by her jacket.
"Well they won't be coming back, that's for sure." Annabelle declared, happy with the victory.
"I wouldn't count on it," Max said, hearing the helicopters a few seconds before the others. Max took out her phone and gave it to a girl on a bed. "Keep quiet and record this, remember what I said, focus on anyone with a visible face." Max instructed, the girl nodded solemnly and held it up covertly, the lens just peeking over her blanket.
Max returned to the centre of the room just as the glass skylights shattered, men descending on ropes, no visible weapons on them. The girl screamed. They couldn't help it but they quieted down after the initial shock wore off. Max held her ground her hands in the seal ready for shadow clones should anyone hurt one of these girls.
A rope ladder descended from where a skylight had been, a man descended with it in a pose that screamed 'in charge'. He was Max's target. A quick glance at the girl with her phone showed she was filming him.
"Quite the entrance. Of course, you could have used the front door," Miss Fritton said, killing the dramatic tension. she moved towards the man and placing the lantern on a box near by.
"Yeah. But it wouldn't have looked nearly so cool," the guy said, removing his aviators. Max half expected the classic 'Yeeeeaaaaah' from the beginning of CSI Miami after the Caine one liner. Alas it didn't happen.
"Who are you people?" Miss Fritton asked, she was doing the job Max normally did in this kind of situation, focus all the attention on her.
"We're your worst nightmare."
"You're not The Bee Gee's, Take That."
"Hope you don't mind me dropping in." The man started to walk around scaring the posh totties with a growl. "I'm just here to collect the debt you Frittons have owed for ooh," The man swung round a support beam, showing some dominance of the situation. "Four hundred and twenty years or so."
"Lord Pomfrey."
"Clever girl, Sir Piers Pomfrey to be exact, you must be the ineffable Camilla. Enchante." He kissed Miss Fritton's hand.
"Good heavens surely you're not silly enough to believe that silly old legend about pirates and treasure and all that."
"Of course not." As if that was a code, men grabbed Miss Fritton.
This was where Max stepped in growling. She'd given up on the idea of clones just yet, she wanted to tear this man into shreds herself.
"I believe you're about to make a mistake, Pomfrey," she said, stepping into the light from the helicopters, her hair shimmering ethereally, her eyes lit up enough to see the mismatch in colour. While Pomfrey may have shown control of the situation Max was going to put him in his place.
"Oh really? Do tell." Max stepped forward again getting close to the man and walked around him.
"You threatened this school and the girls in it. I'm one of those girls and I don't take kindly to this. So I'd leave now while you still can."
"Aw, such a shame I don't take orders from girls." Max suppressed her growl, she was an adult dammit. She withdrew from his vicinity to a few arms lengths away.
"You know, sometimes I get asked which side I'm on. Good or bad. The answer is neither, I'm the girl with the gun." Max said with a smirk, swiftly drawing her Desert Eagle and pointing it directly at Pomfrey who's eyes widened at the sight of the gun. A couple of girls gasped. "I'm also the girl with the ring." She held up the fake in her other hand. "I think I hold all the cards here not you despite all you're prancing around. I'll say it again. Leave." Max said, she wanted to force his hand, know exactly how far he would go for the piece of metal.
"I think I'll even those odds," Pomfrey said, some of his men drew pistols and grabbed the nearest girls, holding the guns to their head. "If you shoot then so will they, you can't hit all of them."
There was a pregnant pause, no one made a sound, no one moved. Max was quickly assessing the situation in her mind. Her priority here was the girls safety. She faked a defeated sigh.
"So we're at an impasse. If I were to give you the ring you would leave without harming any of my girls," Max said calmly, showing she had not given up fully but was willing to make a deal.
"Why I would have done that earlier, all that threatening was easily avoidable." Max lowered her gun, not holstering it, and held the ring out to Pomfrey.
"No!" Annabelle called out.
"Are lives really worth a ring?" Max asked. "You need to get your priorities straight." Pomfrey took the offered ring and inspected it with a cocky smirk.
"I do hope we never meet again, for your sake." Pomfrey stepped back onto the ladder which ascended along with the rest of the men.
"If we do then one of us won't be leaving," Max said darkly, loudly enough for them all to hear. There was silence in the room as the helicopters flew away. Max left the room she had the next part to prepare for, this was not the end.
"Why did you give away the ring! How can you call yourself a Saint Trinian when you give up? You could have just shot him instead of threatening." Max glared at Annabelle, the girl had followed her from the room.
"I did what was necessary. I needed to see how far he would go." Max explained, she went over to the girl to retrieve her phone.
"But you gave up the ring."
"This ring?" Max said holding up the real one. "You need to stop worrying about this. Seriously, it's not healthy. "
"But-"
"Have you ever killed someone Annabelle?"
"No!"
"But you think I should have?"
"Well-" Max growled at the girl, moving until she was in Annabelle's face.
"The answer is no. Sir Piers was obviously high up in a food chain, if he died then shite would hit the fan. I needed him to believe that I was giving the real one, hence the gun, showing I was prepared to use force to keep it. It also forced his hand so I could see how far he would go. I've been planning and carrying out operations like this since I was six. I know what I am doing."
"Why haven't you told the others you handed over a fake?"
"They don't need to know. The less people who know of the deception the better. If the girls relax because they know we have the ring then Pomfrey will know something's up. We need them to fight as if we lost today."
"Okay." Max smiled, Annabelle was finally getting this.
That morning Miss Frittion addressed the girls as they stood around the staircase. The rousing speech had the school cheering. Even Max couldn't have done better.
"… I'm going treasure hunting. Who's with me?" She finished to the girls cheers, they stomped their feet and banged their hockey sticks.
St Trinians was not going to roll over for anyone.
Sadly this is where Max would leave them though, she had other places to be and was not going to guide them the whole way. She would how ever leave a clone just in case Pomfrey came back. She also left the ring in Annabelle's hands, trusting her to make the right decisions as head girl, and the video that had been recorded that night with instructions to use it if it looked like he was winning.
A few days later Max and Alex were waiting at Liverpool street station when Max noticed some St Trinians girls exiting a train. She followed, dragging Alex with her, just in time to see the beginning of a flash mob, St Trinian style. With some girls playing 'We got the beat' by the Go Gos and the rest dancing everyone had stopped to watch.
"They're covering for something," Max whispered looking around the upper floor of the station. "Men in black, on the balconies, watching."
"These are your school mates?"
"Yes. See some of them moving. This is a cover, drawing everyone's attention so a few girls can get clear, they know they're being watched. Pomfrey you bastard. Come on, we need to help them." With that Max disappeared ready to run interference as she followed the girls.
They ended up at the Globe Theatre, at a production of Romeo and Juliet, for some reason staring Miss Fritton and some guy. Max could see Pomfrey in the crowd, she would follow him if he moved to try something. Alex just went along for the ride really, glad that for once it wasn't him getting into trouble.
At the end of the play Pomfrey moved to backstage finding a tunnel and following it unaware that he was being followed. Max almost acted when Pomfrey drew his weapon pointing it at Annabelle.
"…So be a dear and hand of the manuscript. I must say I did expect that silver haired brat to be here though."
"You mean me?" Max said, her own weapon out and pointing at him. "I believe I promised one of us wouldn't be leaving the next time we met, but I don't want to scar my girls so I'll take a rain check."
"You girls will not get the best of me."
"You don't have a choice." Max said coldly.
What happened next was a bit of a blur. Pomfrey drew another gun pointed it at Max and fired hitting her in the chest. Max, having seen the beginning movement prior to being shot, aimed for his leg, clipping it with her own bullet, aiming to disable not kill. She crumpled back from the chest shot, lying there for a few seconds before getting back up to Pomfrey's shock as well as everyone elses. She disarmed him a bit too forcefully, breaking his nose in the process. She stashed the guns in her waistband after flicking the safety on, she kept her own gun trained on the man.
"After about the sixth time I got shot I invested in Kevlar." Actually it was after Itachi almost killed her, and it was the same enhanced stuff he had worn making it infinitely thinner, lighter and more flexible, but Pomfrey didn't need to know that. "That's still going to bruise though," she muttered rubbing the spot. "I believe now would be the ideal time for you girls to broadcast that video, and if any of you remembered my lesson then perhaps you recorded this meeting too."
One of the girls retrieved a phone that had been partially hidden on a shelf.
"First thing we did," Annabelle said proudly.
"Right then, I think this calls for some on-the-scene training, who knows how to tie someone up thoroughly?"
Hopefully that was easy to follow.
Max's mood swings will be explained eventually, no she isn't pregnant.
For now please review, the next chapter is done so that will be up in a week or less, depends on how impatient I get.