Steffi, dressed in black, appeared in the empty stage.

"Before we begin this week's episode of "The Gang IN-ACTION: Act IV", We would like to dedicate the remainder of this fic, and all future fanfics, to those lost in the huge KyoAni Fire, two weeks ago. 33 died, though some well-known names survived this tragic moment. On behalf of Miz-K Productions, The Gang, and all anime owned by Kyoto Animation, we would like to give out our thoughts and prayers to those that perished and injured in the tragic fire, that day. KyoAni lives on, with many anime names. With that said… I would like everyone reading this… one minute of silence, for those that suffered that day."

She bowed her head, as the stage spotlight dimmed. Bells chimed ten times, slowly and in a huge echo, as the entire area dimmed to black.

Miz-K Productions would like to give out our thoughts and prayers to the victims that died and got injured in the tragic KyoAni Arson Massacre, two weeks ago.
This episode, the entire fic, and past and future fanfics I made are dedicated to them.

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And now, on with the fanfic…

At Farra's workplace, Farra was posing in a pedestal, as people were admiring her model work. She was standing in place, wearing a light blue sleeveless blouse and shorts. She then blushed, as she thought, "This is embarrassing…"

XXXXX

Farra was being carried into the back room, as she was sighing in relief. Haruno Aiko, in a teal skirt and white shirt, with her black hair done in a low ponytail, said to her, "Good work, Miss Stevens. I look forward to seeing you again, while you pose for me."

Farra replied, without moving, "Thanks, Miss Aiko. But it's a pain to stay still for 24 hours on end, without food."

Miss Aiko said, "Oh, yes. At least you're getting a popular reaction, since your fun in America. I wish we'd have a beautiful mannequin, unlike your beautiful body."

Farra sighed, "Thank you. I'll see what I can do… someday."

Miss Aiko wrapped Farra in a soft blanket, covering her up, and said, "Good. Sleep tight… at least until your shift ends, you darling mannequin."

She walked out of the room, as Farra grumbled, "She'd at least give me a blanket…"

XXXXX

That afternoon, Farra was being unveiled by a male figure in shadows. He pulled the tarp out, showing Farra. She turned to the figure, and gasped, "BIG GUY?!"

Peter said, "Your boss said that you're done for the day."

"It's not my day off. We don't need it, because I am a perfect mann-, what are you doing here?"

He held up a dossier and said, "I came to pick you up. Remember Juvia Lockser? She confessed."

"Eh?" Farra said in confusion.

Episode 47 – Chapter 1: The Imperfect Rat Trap!
Ratatouille: The Rat of War!

Peter and Farra were walking down the countryside, as Peter explained, "Juvia was busy shooting the bow and arrow, onto wayward people… However, one main Stand User she unleashed is extremely small."

Farra asked, "How small?"

Peter said, "So small that you can fit it into my Size 16."

"Ha, ha! Very funny!" She sarcastically barked.

"No, I'm serious. Juvia shot a rat, with the bow and arrow, and-."

She shrieked, "RAT?!"

She shivered, as she stepped back, "A RAT?! No… I hate rats…"

He huffed, "Calm down, you baby! And lemme finish this report. Juvia Lockser fired the bow and arrow onto the rat, right in this very field we're heading."

A rat was shot with an arrow, into the heart, and it fell dead. Peter narrated, "The rat died, but gained breathing, after a couple seconds. All it did was wither and twitch, and then die, until Juvia pulled the arrow out."

He said, "Even though it's just a rat, all we know that it's now officially a Stand User, since it's alive, after the arrow shot. Remember Yoko? Humans are not the only creatures on Earth with potential to acquire a Stand's abilities. Asahi hired me to take the job, but I needed backup for rat extermination. So, I figured we team-up, like long ago."

She sighed, "Well… that may be so, but I don't think I like rats…"

He said, "Lately, your progress in power and precision in your Phoenix Sun is weakening."

"I had work!"

"That's not the case! I hired you, and not Steven, to aide this rat issue. But…"

He placed a bag of tin cans down and said, "We may need target practice in, and to oust this bastard, before it can cause any harm."

Farra said, "Huh… So, why the cans?"

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PING!
PING!
PLOINK!
Peter fired BBs, using Darkness Devil, as he hit each tin can with precise hit. Farra was amazed, as she was smiling, "Amazing! Your skills are improved, since last time!"

Peter said, "All in the wrist. Also, since the rat is small, lethal punches won't do. The best bet is to crush the rat bastard, where it hurts. And these ball bearings will work. If you can get the rat into the internal organs, you'll kill it. You can't kill a Stand, since it's twenty meters far. Even so, it's useless against Stands."

"Okay…" Farra said, "But rats are skittish. They are easily moving targets."

"Which is exactly why we're going to do a little target practice."

He gave her some ball bearings, as his Phantoms replaced the cans. He said, "Now it's your turn."

Farra smiled, "Oh, you'll see how I do in this target practice, Big Guy. Watch and learn!"

She unleashed Phoenix Sun, her Spirit Caller, and held the BBs in her hand.

PLINK!
PING!
BAP!
She fired at the three cans, hitting the first two precise, but missed the third, hitting the wooden post, below. She groaned, "Awww…"

He said, "Not bad."

"NOT BAD?! I MISSED! How is it not bad?"

He explained, "Your aiming and precision is exceptional, but before we hunt this rat, know this: When dealing with live animals, you must focus yourself on your accuracy over speed. If the rat's in your range, and you miss, it'll never get close to you, again. DON'T shoot, until you're sure to hit it. I'm not pressuring you, but remember that!"

She huffed, "Okay, okay! Santa Maria… You're no worse than my husband or the boss."

He said, "At least I'm honest about it."

"Hey… You sure this isn't blackmail, so you can expose me as some living mannequin, moonlighting for AAW?"

"Hell no. This is AAW Business. I said I had no problems with that sort of bizarre job, and that's fine. Now, focus!"

She sighed, "He's not pressuring me? He sure as hell is… He sure knows how to make a girl feel at ease."

XXXXX

They walked by the irrigation canal, as he stated that the rat was hidden in the pipe of the canal. He continued, "From what she told me, Juvia shot the rat, right here. In case you're wondering, it's a brown rat. Brown rats can swim, eat anything, and live anywhere. They stand about twenty to thirty centimeters long. And some can weigh about a kilo, and they can leap high at two meters."

Farra finds some prints on the ground and said, "Huh… Rat tracks."

He said, "Front legs have four toes, while the hind legs have five. The S-marking is dragging along the dirt; that's its tail. There may be more, but this is the rat's doing. The rat is obvious twenty centimeters long, so there may as well be more rats; not sure how many."

Farra looked at the pipe, "And it's possible that it retreated to the pipe."

He viewed a leaf with a small tick on it and said, "A tick on the leaf. That is a sign meaning rats come here often."

He pointed at the draining pipe, "Farra, without a doubt, the nest is deep inside the drainage pipe, over there."

Minutes later, Peter set up the video camera and said, "For now, we'll set up stakeout here, and catch this rat."

Farra pulled out a huge mouse trap with a yellow ball on it. She asked, "Uh…" she sniffed it and gagged, "Dude, did you bail on the cheese? This is awful!"

"That's a tempura crumb." He said, "Cheese is too extravagant for common rats."

Flies started to fly around a thicket of grass, as she looked around the grassy part. She whispered, "Whoa, sure a lot of flies… I bet some dog shit in it-."

She gasped, "B-B-! PETER!"

He went to Farra, as she was holding her gag reflex. He gasped in shocked. They saw a huge cube, made of mulched-up dead rats, fused together.

"RAT CORPSES?!" He cried.

She gagged, "YEAH, NO SHIT! I'm gonna be sick! It's like a huge cube of fat, fused in a jelly-form!"

He poked it with a stick, and blood gushed out. She cried, "EW! Why the hell did you do that for?"

He said, "It's flesh. The flesh of these rats were melted once, and then congealed. And then they died from having their skin and bodies fused. It appears that they were fused from under their skin."

She groaned, "What do you even do to leave behind a corpse like this?"

He said, "No idea. But we can assume that this rat Juvia shot… … …is responsible."

She stated, "Oh, I see… It used its Stand. Then, if I may judge it, it killed these rats, out of territorial purposes. Rats usually work in packs."

He explained, "But still… It's definitely making refuge in that pipe. So, the question is… Where is the pipe leading to, and has it caused anymore havoc?"

She jumped up and followed the irrigation path on the ground, tracing it to a local farm house and cottage. She called, "Big Guy, I found the nesting grounds. Right over there… in that Ma and Pa Kent farmland."

Peter viewed it and growled, "Damn! We might be too late! This farmhouse and cottage has people in it. Regardless, this little bastard may have killed those people… just like that pack of rats."

She gagged, as she vomited offscreen. She moaned, "Ew… This is why I hate rats!"

He viewed the scene, starting with the chicken coop, followed by the garage, with two cars inside. He then viewed the empty house and said, "No signs of life. Nothing in the chicken coop, and the cars are still parked inside. And there doesn't appear to be any activity inside."

He then saw that the front door is open. Farra gasped, "No… Did that rat…?"

"Who knows? It's safe to assume that owners of this house may be killed." He said, as they walked to the cottage, "Let's go. But don't run. We may scare the rat off."

"Right."

They approached the front door, as she whispered, "This is almost like some sort of horror flick, except it involved spiders."

He sighed, "You're telling me. The rat shouldn't be running away, if we get to close to it. It's intelligent enough to know that humans are slow to catch rats. So it's not expecting to be used as target practice; that's why we have to off this little guy with one shot."

They stepped inside, as Farra snuck around. She looked in a drawer, as he called, "Hey, look!"

He saw rat droppings on the floor, as he said, "No grass or dirt… only meat. It's towards that room…"

They followed the trail, but Farra stopped, near the kitchen, as she heard a noise. She went into the dark kitchen, and walked towards the fridge. She thought, "That noise… It's not from the compressor. But I sense something disturbing inside…"

She approached it, but the door suddenly opened. She gasped, "It opened by itself? What the-? What the hell? Okay… I'm pretty sure it's a ghost. I'm A-O-K on this one… But… Please…"

She repeated herself, "Please, no rat… Please, no rat… Please, no rat… Please, no rat… Please, no rat…"

She closed her eyes and made it to the fridge. She opened her eyes, and there she saw it. She saw the rat gnawing in the fridge, as she gasped, "HOLY SHIT! I SAID NO RAT! But lo and behold, there he is! I get it… so that's what opened the fridge. The guy's small, but I bet he used something to open the door. It doesn't make any sense!"

She looked around, and called, "BIG GUY!" but paused and said, "Oh, no, wait… He's already upstairs…"

She gasped, as she locked onto the eyes of a brown rat, gnawing on a piece of flesh.

Farra stammered, as she gulped, "Damn it! And what's worse, we're locked on in the eyes! But what is he gnawing on? Did he open the fridge, by itself? That's impossible, since-. I'd warn Peter, but he's in the other room… To put Chazz's line in, this is just great! I'm gonna get Juvia for this!"

The fridge door opened, and it saw a huge cube of two elderly people inside, with their heads sticking out, and moaning in pain. Farra was stunned, as she was gagging in fright, "EW! GROSS! THAT-!"

She vomited into the sink, and moaned, "THAT FUCKING LITTLE RODENT! HOW DARE HE!"

She calmed down and moaned, "I may hate rats, but I know what goes on with this little son of a-. Huh?"

She viewed the old people inside and said, "Good… They're still alive… And Princeton's not with us to fix it. Damn it, why didn't I talk him into taking Princeton, instead of me?"

She gulped and heaved, "AAAAAAUGH, it's eating them! Okay… That little bastard will get his! Where the hell is that fatass of a devil? AAAAAAAAAGH! Screw this! I'll kill this son of a bitch, myself!"

She held up a ball bearing, and said, "So, I have to focus my inner strength and will to attack it. Also, precision over speed. But at living things, I have to be careful not to notice it. Still… I'm scared of that stupid rat to focus, anyway. GAAAH! I know Peter told me not to give into pressure, but damn it, Peter!"

She then thought, as she pondered, "From this angle, the table and chair are in my aiming view. So, if I were a sniper, like Mundy, I'd aim for the head."

She sidestepped to the left, and whispered, "Right… Be careful not to scare it away…"

The rat stopped eating, and Farra gulped, "Shit! I have to be careful… or I'll scare it away… It's better than posing for people in F City, but… I'm going to have to shoot from here. Damn it, why did Juvia have to shoot this rat? Fuck this! It's now or never!"

The rat stood up, and she cried, "HE STOOD! NOW!"

Phoenix Sun fired the BB at the rat.
SPLOOSH!
The ball bearing pierced into its stomach area, as Farra called, "BULLSEYE!"

The rat landed on its feet and hissed. She cried, "Damn! It didn't hit any vital points!"

The rat shrieked, and unleashed a small green shuttle with a chrome window. Farra called, "So that's the rat's Stand, huh? Figures! You're gonna attack me, or just act like a trash eater? Just know that the next shot I make will be your death blow!"

The rat scampered off, and she cried, "GET BACK HERE!"

She kicked the table down, and the rat started to run away. She yelled, "YOU GODDAMN DISEASE-RIDDEN FOUR-LEGGED IMP! BIG GUY, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! I FOUND HIM!"

The Stand appeared and prepared to aim at Farra. It turned into a huge cannon, as Farra was stunned, "What the hell? Is that a-?"

The gun prepared, as she cried, "FUCK! I have to stop this Stand!"

She fired another BB, but she missed. The cannon fired, and Farra held up a frying pan to block the attack. She growled, "Shit… What just happened?"

The rat reappeared, and it screamed out in pain. It collapsed, as Farra sighed, "What a relief… It's finally dead. From the looks of things, this rat died of blood loss, after my shot. That was a close one."

She called to him, as he was heading downstairs, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, BIG GUY? ARE YOU DEAF? I GOT THE DAMNED RAT!"

He walked into the kitchen and said, "Huh. I see…"

He approached the rat, as she complained, "Where the hell were you? I shot it in the stomach, but I intended to hit its forehead. Too bad it bled out… Also, it had a Stand that shoots needles or something. Dunno what that was about."

She added, as he growled, "Oh, and there's an old couple in the fridge, caused by the rat. We'll have the others procure the area, and have Princeton heal them with Ojama Star."

He said, "We have until sundown…"

She asked, "Why sundown?"

He stated, "I was upstairs… And the rat attacked me."

She gasped, as she argued, "DUMBASS! I KILLED THE RAT! How can it atta-?! Unless…"

He nodded, "There was another one." And then he held his hand up, "Almost got me…"

He had a light bloody scar on his right arm. She gasped, "AH! It got you!"

He explained, "I had Darkness Devil examine the shot it fired. This is some sort of Stand Poison, which courses through you, and melting even Stands. Only downside is that Spirit Callers are lightly affected by it… but hurts like hell. May look like a needle, but it is more of a small poison. Getting hit by five or six of these will turn a human into a pile of mush."

She thought, as she was shocked, "Oh, thank god it almost got me… We have different personalities, but I'm glad it worked out…"

He added, "The second rat already departed outside, after hitting me with the needle. Somehow, it must've knew of the first rat's death, and scampered off."

She growled, "Damn it… Why did it have to be rats?! RATS as in S, plural, double! I wanna go home!"

Minutes later, Peter called the Speedwagon Foundation and said, "Hello, Speedwagon Foundation Research Department? Agent Peter Giese, AAW-New York A-Squad. I want to know more about the rat that Juvia Lockser shot with the bow and arrow."

A man on the phone replied, "Yes. Miss Lockser was withholding the fact that she shot two rats, instead of one."

"Lemme confirm… It was two, right? Not a third rat, or four?"

"No, sir, we're sure it's two."

He hung up and growled, "Damn that Juvia Lockser… What a fool."

She nodded, "When this is over, I wanna deal with this bitch, myself!"

He said, "Calm down. So, it seems that the rat deserves to die now… Now that we may know what it does, we're going to have to change our offensive plan."

They walked down the field, as Farra said, "Okay, I know we have until sunset, but this is ridiculous! I'm sick of fighting rats, and I'm sick of this mission!"

He said, "Ernest Thompson Seton said this, when he wrote Seton Animal Chronicles… "There is no animal on this planet that cannot be tracked…" Rats tend to only take familiar paths. In short, the rat, we can assume, is heading back to its exit – the immigration pipe."

Farra asked, "And what then? We would capture it and let it starve?"

He stated, "They die from hunger in just ten hours, if not constantly eating. They just scamper off, looking for anything."

He moved a portion of crops, a small crop of celery with bite marks on it, and said, "Seems that it's heading to the nest, and not able to leave anything unnoticeable."

Farra cheered, "ALRIGHT! We got that rat cornered, like a-, well, you know!"

They returned to the irrigation pipe, and Farra examined the trap. She groaned, "Damn it all… This rat didn't even touch the tempura ball."

Peter held the camera and replayed the video, "Don't worry. We got it on tape."

They saw a video of a rat sniffing the mouse trap with the tempura crumb. Peter stated, "So, the rat is different than the other. Look at its ear. Its ear is bitten off by a tick. We'll call this rat, Ratatouille. Bug Eaten's been taken."

He explained, "The reason he didn't get our bait, it's because it's too cautious. We can safely say that Ratatouille won't let us get within twenty meters from him."

He stopped the video and held up four rifle shells. He smiled, "This calls for the heavy artillery! Worst case scenario, we are resorting to these to finish the job."

She asked, "Rifle rounds? Why not use ball bearings?"

He said, "We're being serious now. This second rat, Ratatouille, must be dead. So, we're using these. Because of air resistance, the BBs fly off course, when they're shot over twenty meters. And since these are aerodynamic, they'll be about 70 meters straight on."

Farra gasped, "WHAT? So, now we're using live rounds for this? NUH-UH! I quit! I'm not doing this, in this range!"

He sighed, "Of course, you're not… I'm doing it, myself."

He walked off, as she asked, "Eh? Why did-?"

She called, "GET BACK HERE, FATASS!"

She stated, "You know, I don't like it when you phrase it like that! I'm not that good, but I'm still a high-ranking officer in this team! And since when are you team leader, when Steven Cooke is the main leader, and Asahi Sakurai is our C.O., for this team, all because of her asshole boyfriend? Use your head!"

She explained, "Look, what I did wasn't on the mark, but I did kill him! I was planning to shoot its skull, but it wasn't a perfect shot!"

He said, giving her two shells, "Good point. Here."

She asked, "Uh… Wait, why are you-?"

He explained, "Because A: it's to shut your whiny mouth; and B: it's to see how Phoenix Sun fares in range."

Farra was stressed, as she grumbled, "Santa Maria… Me and my big mouth…"

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The sun was nearly setting, as Peter and Farra were prepared to face off against Ratatouille, the second rat Stand User. They followed its trail, along the path, as they were looking for the second rat. The trail ended at the puddle, as Farra said, "And this is where it ends. Since it's a brown rat, it swims."

They walked across the huge puddle, as he said, while they were walking, "Careful, Farra. These puddles have leeches in there."

Farra gasped, as she whined, seeing leeches in the water, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"

Minutes later, they were near a grassy area, near the path. They stopped, as Peter said, "Something's not right… The trail ends here."

Farra gasped, "You're right. I bet this little bastard digs underground, too, huh?"

"No, you're thinking of moles."

"It doesn't matter. This rat can do anything."

"No. It's backtracking. I had no idea rats do that."

"Backtracking?!"

Backtracking is a way for a wild animal of reversing itself, by stepping into its own tracks. This confuses predators, long enough for them to hide. In Japan, this is usefully observed by brown bears, weasels, and rabbits. However, it is unheard of from rats and other rodents.

They stood back-to-back, as they realized that the rat had already backtracked and leaped off, to stop the trail. Farra cried, "So, if I'm understanding this right… this rat pulled a fast one, and leapt off somewhere!"

"He did. Keep an eye open! Ratatouille is purely dangerous! We are the hunters, and that rat is the hunted… but in this terrain, we're the hunted!"

Ratatouille's Stand aimed in camouflage, as Farra duck down into the rock. Peter responded, "No sudden movements! This attack from Ratatouille's Stand… It's slow enough to the point of the element of surprise. Pay close attention, so we can figure where it is, and we'll snipe him, instead."

Farra said, "Easy for you to say."

She saw a wooden piece in a tuft of grass and examined it. But…
SNAP!
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Farra's fingers were caught in a mouse trap. She cried, as she was in pain, "DAMN BASTARD!"

She freed herself, but it was too late. Ratatouille fired, and the poison needle struck into her neck, right at the carotid artery. Farra gasped, "AGH! I'M HIT!"

Peter roared, "SHIT!"

He glowed in a dark aura, "NANTO! THE WORLD!"

He froze time, and flicked the poison dart off of her neck. Time restarted, and Farra growled, "Ow… Pesky little pest!"

He sighed, "Gimme a break…"

She cried, "NO! It just hit my neck! I'm going to die!"

He said, "No. I removed it, before the poison spreads… though I flicked off a chunk of your skin. Kill me later, after we kill this rat."

He pointed at the hill and said, "Halfway up there, near those three rocks – Ratatouille."

Farra whined, "GREAT! But warn me next time! Am I the only loser around here?"

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Time was running out, as the sun was almost near the end, about to fall. With no other options, Peter and Farra ducked by some grass and waited for Ratatouille to strike.

"Sixty meters away." Peter viewed with binoculars, "It knows that if it shoots too much, we'll be able to pinpoint its location and attack. Farra, we're giving this Ratatouille a piece of the pie, once we exterminate it. I'll be on watch, and you carry all four rounds, or Ratatouille will kill us both."

He explained, "At this distance, it'll go upwards, like a slider. So, aim one centimeter below the target."

He walked off, as she asked, "Wait! Where are you going?"

He called, "I'm going to get a closer look of those needles. Once it's distracted, shoot it. You'll know where it is."

"ME?!"

"You don't have a choice in the matter, Farra!"

He walked off, "Even if one of us gets shot by two needles, Ojama Star can fix it. The reason I didn't choose Princeton to join me was because he can't heal himself! So, you're getting the killshot!"

She grumbled, "This sucks…"

Ratatouille was aiming, as he called, "You got this, Farra! I'm going to go play Devil's Advocate. Make it count!"

She called out, "W-w-w-wait! Can't you give me time to prepare, first?"

He split into four Phantoms and said, "Ratatouille! Come get me! Yoru Sen Akuma!"

Farra prepared, as Ratatouille fired. The second Phantom called, "Master! INCOMING!"

Peter called, "DODGE LEFT!"

He dodged out of the way, nearly hitting him. He called to Farra, "Do you see it?"

She called, "NO! It moved, after it fired!"

He said, "I'll check the side of the hill, then. Make sure you fire, once you see it, the moment you see it…"

She gasped, "The moment I-? Oh, damn it!"

She sobbed, as she looked around, "Fucking rats!"

She spotted Ratatouille, and gasped, "THERE HE IS!"

It fired, as Peter stopped. It nicked his right arm and leg. He gasped, "Rat bastard! He fired at the rocks? It knew I was going to dodge! It ricocheted at me!"

The poison absorbed into his arm and leg, as he dropped down. He groaned, "UGH!"

Farra gasped, "PETER!"

He called out, "FOCUS, FARRA! You have to kill that little shit-heel! The moment he fires next, blow his ass away straight to hell!"

She snarled, "Damn… The needles bounced off that rock, and ricocheted into the back of him. Clever bastard…"

She aimed, "But not bad enough… I only have four rounds… It dodges, every time it fires."

Peter avoided the shots, but pierces into his left side, this time. Farra seethed, "If I don't do something, Big Guy's good as dead. But I have to…"

She found Ratatouille and cried, "THERE! There it is! He's in the same spot, the last time he fired!"

She summoned Phoenix Sun to aim the round. She then said, "Right. I only have four shots… but let me say this, Ratatouille…"

Phoenix Sun fired, but misses Ratatouille, near the left of it. Ratatouille turned its cannon and prepared to fire at Farra. But she smirked evilly and said, "Ah, good… I won't let you harm him, any longer… because I'm ready… I'm ready for Death's Door to come my way…"

She held her binoculars and aimed like a telescope. She responded, "…because you're fucking dead, you piece of shit-dropping shit-eater."

She summoned Phoenix Sun, "Now, before I fire the second round, your death blow, know this… I meant to miss, just to make sure you're noticed. You're wide open in my crosshairs, you ugly rat."

The rat gasped, as she fired, calling out, "EAT THIS, YOU FUCKING RAT!"

The shell fired, and the rat's head was blown off its body, falling dead.

She hissed, "Boom. Headshot."

She called to Peter, "Yo, Big Guy! You see that?" And then she smiled, "Who says you can give me four rounds? You should know that this method works."

She winked, "I'm Farra James Stevens, the perfect woman that deflects under pressure!"

He sighed, "That's done it… Those rats that Juvia Lockser created… considering the destruction of nature that humanity brought on, I'm not sure how to respond…"

She went to him and said, "Now then… Let's get you back to Princeton, and heal those wounds, Big Guy. We can finally relax a little… knowing those rat bastards are gone."

He sighed, "I'll admit it… She may be a bit offhanded and angry, but she's still reliable."

The sun finally sets, as Farra carried an injured Peter away, heading home, after finishing off their important mission: Rat Extermination.

The next day, at Farra's shop, a pale mannequin with blue hair was in place, posing in a small blue bikini, with her face smiling, and her eyes clear and plastic. Peter was in disbelief, as Farra smirked, "Oh, a little punishment worthy of our Little Miss Rat Maker. Remember yesterday, when you were healing by Princeton?"

He groaned, "Man… You didn't have to go that far, dude."

She smirked, "Well, you can thank Cassandra and Luther…"

She held up a small pendant with a blueberry brooch inside the small transparent bauble. She grinned, "After our rat fiasco, I had to inform The Speedwagon Foundation to let her go. And after she was freed, I gave her my old brooch, created by Parker Andrews, the Model Temperance. Tsukasa was nice enough to have this fixed up, and I did what I had to do. And the rest played out."

She smirked, as she viewed the mannequin of Juvia Lockser. She then added, "And THAT was for the rats, Juvia. This is an even bigger punishment for you."

He grumbled, as he walked off, "Gimme a break… It turns you on, knowing you cannot resist blue. I'm out of here."

He returned to the hotel, as Farra admired the new mannequin in her workplace. She smiled, "Miss Aiko may like it… only… What am I supposed to do with this?"

She then thought, and then looked at the brooch in the pendant. She sighed, "Oh, well… Better than being confronted by rats."

Ba-dum-tss!

Anyways, what happened, while Peter & Farra were away? Well, Tsukasa and the Daitenzin were on an important mission, on the hunt for a certain vile person. But who?
All we can tell you is that it's from The Gang's long past, but you'll find out, in the next chapter…

To be continued…