A/N – I do not own Evangelion, nor do I hold stock in Gainex, which DOES own Evangelion, blah blah blah, please don't sue me, don't use my characters without my permission, you know the drill. Anyhow, enjoy!

Chronicles of NERV Intelligence Division : Chapter 2

A man sits alone in a dark room, holding his legs up to his chest. He slowly rocks back and forth, saying something to himself. He steadily grows louder.

"He's cooooming… He's coming to get us aaall… Hehehe, nobody will survive. All dead within a few short hours. He's coming, He's coming, He's coming. God is coming to get you, God is coming to get you. He's sent his Angels to do his work but now he's coming after you. La la la la la la laa, Doot do do do do do doo. GOD IS COMING GOD IS COMING ALL ARE DEAD ALL ARE DEAD! AH HA HA! YOU CAN'T STOP GOD! YOU CAN'T! GOD WILL KILL YOU ALL!"

Two orderlies burst into the room, a nurse following behind with a syringe in her hand. She turns on the light, looking down at the strange man.

"Yes Mr. Long, we know. God is coming. Sure. And I'm a princess." The man stops ranting for a moment.

"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, your highness." The former janitor says with a grin.

She takes the syringe and sticks it into his arm, through a hole in the straight jacket. He immediately stops chanting and gets a very content look on his face. The orderlies and nurse leave again, turning off the light. The man begins to silently chant to himself again.

Chapter 2

Two men sat across the table from one another in an upper-class restaurant, looking as though they were waiting for something. A few minutes later, their female counterparts emerged from the bathroom, causing them both to turn and look. The men stood, holding out chairs for their respective dates. As the women sat down, as did the two men.

"So anyway," The longer haired girl says, "Alex tells me you guys all work for the government, is that true?"

Lieutenant Anderson chuckled. Alex was his middle name, but very few people called him that lately. It was mostly something he enjoyed being called as a child. It helped his grandparents sort him out from his father when they needed something. This girl seemed to like that name better, she said it "fit him better," whatever THAT meant.

Maya Ibuki was the other woman, who was the first to respond. "Yes, we do. We all work in the same building even."

"But Maya works in a different department than Patrick and I do" Captain Findlay added.

"Oh, I see," Said the first woman. "but you see each other a lot?"

"I see Stefan all day. I usually only see Maya on breaks or after hours, which is rare" The Lieutenant responded. "I'm actually surprised she got away long enough to have dinner with us tonight, as much as she works."

A waiter approached their table, setting a check in the middle. All four of them looked at it nervously as the waiter stood, waiting.

"Aww hell" Anderson said, reaching for it. He flipped it over, looking at the total. He cringed slightly.

"You touched it first," Findlay said. "You get to pay."

Anderson just reached back for his wallet and opened it up. He pulled out a credit card and handed it to the waiter, who walked off to process it.

"I hate that rule," he said with a slight growl in his voice. The waiter came back with a slip of paper for him to sign. He filled in the total, added a 20% gratuity, (which was ¥2000, given the cost of the food) signed it, and handed it back.

The four got up to leave, the two women taking the arms of their dates. Soon the group was walking down the streets of Tokyo-2, passing by small shops with "CLOSED" signs on them. They headed for the train station, which was less than 5 blocks away.

Meanwhile, in Germany, a large red titan was being loaded onto a ship. The commander of the fleet cursed himself for being caught up in this job. Guarding this thing seemed like a meaningless job to him. Little did he know what would be happening the next day…

Part Two

"What, sir, do you mean when you say 'pool cleaning?'" Anderson asked, staring at his superior.

"That is basically what we're doing." Findlay responded. "An Angel attacked Unit 02 while it was being transported. We get to go clean the mess that was left. In a sense, cleaning the pool. Get ready to fly out to the attack site, we get to gather chunks from the city beneath the ocean."

"There's a city down there?"

"Yeah, flooded over during Second Impact. Don't you remember anything from then?"

"I try not to" he said coldly, averting his eyes.

"At any rate, we HAVE to go. It's an order from the commander himself. Or…was it that older guy? Professor what's-his-face?" He shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

"Great, when do we leave?"

"All too soon. The transport leaves at 1600 hours."

Anderson checked his watch. "It's 13:52 right now."

"Then I suggest we get going." With that, the Captain left the office. Anderson followed him, a look of disbelief still on his face.

The two walked down the hallway, passing numerous technicians and personnel, but neither of them knew any of their names. As two ID officers, certainly they SHOULD, but their files must not have come across their desks yet. As they passed by the locker room, a fiery red haired child in a bright red plug suit came running down the corridor. She certainly looked like she was in a hurry to shower. She looked back over her shoulder.

"HA! Stupid Third Child! I wo-" Findlay barely dodged her, but she crashed headlong into Anderson. The two tumbled across the floor a few feet before coming to a stop, in quite the precarious position.

"Hey!" the German girl shouting, jumping to her feet "Watch where you're going, baka!" She kicked him in the side and darted into the women's locker room, leaving Anderson out cold. A quiet teenage boy peeked around the corner, wearing the same color suit as the girl, and unfortunately, the same body style. Findlay just looked at him funny as he shyly scooted toward the men's locker room on the opposite side of the hallway. He grinned and chuckled nervously as he covered his genitals, for obvious reasons.

"Quite the little fireball, isn't she?" He said with that same stupid grin plastered on his face. "Well, gotta go, bye!" He scurried into the locker room. A sound that could only be made by a vacuum seal being broken was heard, followed by a disturbingly loud sigh of relief. Findlay shook his head and roused his subordinate, giving him a gentle nudge with his foot.

"Who dat?" Anderson groaned, forcing his eyes open. "Da last ting I saw was uh big red ball careening toward me, an now I'm on da flo…Wha happen here?"

"The Second Child happened here, that's what." Findlay helped the Lieutenant up. "Come on, let's go"

Anderson slowly climbed to his feet, rubbing his head. Again, the two made their way down the hall to the transport facility.

Soon after, they were riding a large cargo plane, heading towards the sortie site. When they arrived, the transport landed on large runners, helping it to stop in the water. It bobbed gently in the ocean waves as the cargo door flopped open. 10 men and two officers jumped out, each wearing a set of scuba gear and carrying a chain. Findlay touched a button on the side of his mask.

"Anderson, come in."

"Anderson here, go ahead Captain." The other officer responded, touching the button on his mask.

"We need to find the two largest pieces and the core, understand?"

"Yes, sir"

All the men dove down towards the city, not really knowing what to expect. One of the workers tapped the shoulder of Findlay, pointing out a large red crystal. The officer sent out a group message.

"We've located the core. I need two more men to take it up top."

Three men quickly swam over, almost anxious to get away from the city. They hooked their chains together to form a sort of net, then the three workers rode it to the surface. As Findlay swam back to the others, Anderson sent out another group message.

"Okay, all we need now is two large chunks of the beast and we're out of here."

The remaining nine swam around, soon spotting a large hunk of white flesh with red meat. Four men hooked up and rode to the surface. The Captain sent out another message.

"Okay boys, let's find another chunk and head home. I want to get out of this wetsuit, and I'm sure you do, too." Little did he know what lurked around in this proverbial Atlantis. A black mass swam quickly behind the group. Anderson spun around.

"What was that?"

"What was what Anderson? You're seeing things." Findlay responded.

"I swear I saw something, in the glass…"

"Hmm, we'll all keep our eyes open."

A few minutes later, the black mass swooped behind them again, and this time, Findlay noticed it.

"Okay, now I'M seeing things!"

"I told you!" Anderson shouted.

"We're out of here, let's go. Hoist all remaining chains!"

The four men began to rise to the surface. Unfortunately, so did the creature. It sped up, chasing after one of the workers. It chomped down around him like a bass eating a worm. There were no screams, no bubbles, no anything. The chain broke off in the beast's mouth as it sank back down, lining up for another shot. The other worker screamed and desperately tried to climb up his chain, but it was too late. A loud scream was heard as the beast opened it's jaws and bit him in half at the waist. He lost blood quickly as his scream faded out, along with the rest of his body as it sank to the bottom of the sea.

"TAKE OFF!" Anderson screamed. "TAKE OFF NOW GODDAMNIT! We just lost two men, and I'm sure as hell not dying HERE!"

The engine on the plane roared to life as the two officers scrambled up their respective chains, trying to get away. The monster lined up a third shot, aimed right at Captain Findlay. Seeing this, he scrambled faster. The plane began to coast in the water, getting up enough speed for takeoff. The two men were dragged away from the black creature as it charged the senior officer, barely missing him and slicing his chain just below his feet.

Anderson breathed a sigh of relief as the creature disappeared from view. The plane took off, still dragging the men behind and pulling them up. The monster chose that moment to charge one final time. Its intended target: Lieutenant Anderson.

The man scrambled up the chain and took a flying leap towards Findlay, who stretched his hand out to catch him. The monster bit the chain right where the subordinate officer had been, but he was now holding onto the arm of his superior. The chains were finally drudged up to the cargo area, where the two officers sprawled out on the floor, the large steel door closing behind them. The eight remaining workers stared at them strangely, oblivious to what had happened. None of them had their masks on, and each had formulated their own theories as to the whereabouts of the officers during takeoff.

Anderson removed his equipment and rolled to the side, breathing heavily.

"What kept you guys?" one of the workers asked.

"We uh, went fishing." Anderson replied as Findlay followed his example.

"Well, where are the others?"

"They were the fish food" Findlay responded, out of breath.

"Oh, I see…Did you have fun?" Findlay and Anderson just groaned, lying there like a two old people that had broken their hips on a bad fall. This worker wasn't worth their energy. Anderson made a mental note on the reason ID was in the toilet. The transport flew back towards Tokyo-3, disappearing in the skies.

A/N - Well? What did you think? Hmmmm? Review please! Thank you! I'm still taking suggestions on what to do with the next Angel. Email me with ideas! I'm out, later - TSE