Author's Note: The 365 Project is an experimental multi-fandom project to write and post at least one short every day for the next year, not including my semi-regular bi-weekly updates. For more details, see the relevent section in my profile. This is The 365 Project, 9 December.

In the immortal words of Samuel L. Clemens... "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR."

Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi and used for entertainment purposes without permission or intent to profit. Inspired by several of Snafu The Great's stories. If you like stories where the main characters take no crap and don't forgive and forget, I recommend them. Featuring a minor guest appearance by a character and location from 'Black Lagoon'


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"Consequences"
'Part III'
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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Yellow Flag Bar,
Roanapur, Thailand

"Well, well," Matthias Nielsen remarked as his fellow mercenary entered the room, "If it isn't 'The One-Armed Bandit'."

"Better than 'The Trigger-Happy Swede'," Mustang retorted, "Where's the other two?"

Matthias shrugged with a groan, "Special Forces is visiting an old friend, I understand, and Jen's at Church."

"It's not Sunday," Mustang pointed out as her pulled out a barstool next to Matthias, "Bao! Clydesdales for me and The Swede!"

"Two Clydesdales coming up," the bartender announced reaching under the bar to sit two bottles on the bar in front of his customers.

"Not Sunday, sure," Matthias replied to Mustang's remark as he struck the top of the bottle against the bar to knock the cap off, "But you know a better place to get guns?"

"What do the Americans say?" Mustang commented as he popped the top of his own drink with his thumb, "'Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition'?"

"Amen to that," the Swede chuckled, tapping his bottle against Mustang's own, and the two mercenaries drank gladly.

"So, Song's dealt with and you have a hundred million American in your bank account," Matthias sat his bottle down, "I guess that means you'll be leaving us."

Mustang snorted, "Hardly, a life of leisure just ain't for me. I'll go outta my mind if I ain't keeping busy. Besides, I'm not a mercenary for the money... well, not just the money; I get to go to exotic places, meet interesting people..."

"Kill them," Matthias jumped in.

"All that," Mustang chuckled, "And I get paid for it. There ain't no better life than this. Reminds me, need to stop in and see The Sniper before we leave town."

"What for?" Matthias snorted.

"I want to send Josef a 'thank you'," Mustang answered, "You've known him longer than the rest of us, any suggestions?"

Matthias snorted again, "Blonde and able to hold her vodka. While you're at Hotel Moscow, you might want to ask Fry-face if she knows anyone in Montenegro - Fiona said that's where the suits at ExOps are talking about sending us next."