Black Ops Assassin Mihoshi
Part Three: Bombshell
Mihoshi walked onto Yukinojo's small bridge bearing two cups of coffee. Kiyone was already there sitting in the command chair. The teal haired woman was there in more of a "supervisory" capacity as Yukinojo was quite capable of piloting the ship in non-crisis situations.
"Good morning, Kiyone," Mihoshi greeted the other woman. "Sleep well?"
"Well, I had a slight hangover when I got up," Kiyone admitted. "But other than that I feel fine. Sorry for passing out on you last night."
"It's no big deal," Mihoshi assured her ex-partner. "Anyways, I figured you might need this." She handed Kiyone a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," said a grateful Kiyone as she wrapped her fingers around the warm coffee mug.
Mihoshi puttered around the bridge, checking various readouts and looking up the navigation charts. "So, all's quiet on the Western Front I take it?"
"Pardon?" a confused Kiyone said.
"Sorry, it's an old Earth expression. I was just observing that nothing of interest is happening."
"Nope, nothing at all," Kiyone confirmed. "Which is just the way I like it."
"The best assassinations are the boring ones," Mihoshi said, giving the other woman a grin.
"Can't say I ever had a boring assignment," Kiyone replied. "Didn't know there even was such a thing."
"Oh, there is," Mihoshi confirmed. "I know from first hand experience."
"A boring assassination?" Kiyone said. "This I have to hear."
"Actually, it wasn't an assassination assignment, as such," Mihoshi told her. "But it *was* a job straight from the Dirty Tricks Department. The Galactic Trade Commission had been in negotiations with some of the galaxy's major players to open more trade routes throughout the galaxy. Of course I don't need to tell you that the Trade Commission is more or less dominated by Jurai and has been for quite some time."
"It always seems to come back to Jurai," Kiyone commented.
"That's exactly right, if you want to succeed in the Galaxy Police you'd better learn which side your bread is buttered on and you'd better do it early in your career," Mihoshi said in agreement. "Anyways, the Trade Commission was having little luck in these negotiations. There's a lot of resentment of Juraian power and influence in the galaxy at large and some of those major players were determined to limit the influence of the Trade Commission and thereby the influence of Jurai."
"And that involved you in some way?"
"Yes, the anti-Jurai faction was headed by an elderly statesman from one of Jurai's rivals and I was given the assignment."
"To assassinate him," Kiyone said flatly.
"Oh no, not at all," Mihoshi replied. "An assassination would have been ineffective. Indeed, it would have most likely made the Trade Commission's efforts even that more difficult. As well as created a galactic incident that could possibly have brought Jurai into war."
"So what was your job then?" Kiyone asked.
"Simple, I was to dig up all the dirt I could on the old guy and then leak it to the press," Mihoshi answered. "Grandfather figured that a big enough scandal would make the old geezer dissappear."
Kiyone certainly didn't remember anything important having to do with the Galactic Trade Commission but then things like trade policy struck her as monumentally dry and boring. She likely wouldn't have remembered the events in any case.
Mihoshi's next words echoed Kiyone's thoughts. "My cover for the operation was pretty simple. I was an investigative reporter with the All Jurai News. Let me tell you, I'm surprised that those trade representatives don't kick off from sheer boredom. I had to sit through speech after speech listening to a bunch of old windbags drone on about planetary money supplies, economic impact studies, laws of supply and demand and just about anything else that's boring as hell to listen to.
Anyways, like I said, my job was to dig up dirt on the old geezer and dig I did. I researched his life with a fine tooth comb. I left no stone unturned in my search for smut, you would have been proud, Kiyone."
"And came up with some juicy stuff I assume," Kiyone said.
Mihoshi sighed. "That's just it, there was nothing at all to dig up. The old fart was completely clean. And I mean *completely*. It was frustrating as hell but there wasn't even the slightest bit of dirt to dig up on him. Not so much as a speck of dust."
"Maybe he was just really good at covering up his nasty little secrets," Kiyone offered.
Mihoshi shook her head. "*Nobody* is that good. He never cheated on his wife. Never took any bribes. Never accepted questionable gifts from corperate types looking for special favors. Didn't even indulge in a bit of nepotism."
"Unlike your grandfather," Kiyone chuckled.
"Are you saying that I don't carry my own weight as a Black Operative?" Mihoshi asked dangerously, shooting Kiyone a look that the green haired Galaxy Police officer found chilling.
"It's just a joke, Mihoshi," Kiyone protested weakly. "Anyways, so what happened then?"
"I was about to take matters into my own hands and off the old geezer," Mihoshi answered. "I knew that Grandfather would have a fit of apoplexy but by that point I didn't care. I just needed to vent my frustrations. So I was all set to do the dirty deed and then...."
"And then?" Kiyone prompted.
"And then he up and died," Mihoshi continued. "One moment he's making a three hour speech that had the end result of telling why the Juraians should go jam their thumbs up thier collective ass and the next moment he's toppling over stone cold dead."
"Somebody else got to him first," Kiyone said, hazarding a guess.
"Nope, the autopsy ruled out foul play," the blonde told her. "It was just a stupid accident."
"Accident?"
"Yeah, it turned out he had bored himself to death," Mihoshi said.
Kiyone remained silent but rolled her eyes.
Mihoshi shrugged. "What can I say? He was old. Old people die. He died of "natural causes"."
"So happened after that?" Kiyone asked.
"I "retired" from the investigative reporting industry and went home," Mihoshi said. "No way was I going to go through the tedium of his funeral. Grandfather was upset of course but I told him that if it was so important he could go take care of it his damn self."
Kiyone turned as Mihoshi stepped onto Yukinojo's small bridge.
"All done," the blonde said cheerfully.
"Done?" Kiyone said. "Done with what?"
"The Ultra Energy Matter bomb of course, silly," Mihoshi answered.
"So where is this bomb of yours? I'd like to get a look at it," the green haired Blacks Op assassin said.
"You *are* looking at it," Mihoshi replied, raising a hand to her jacket collar. "This jacket is the bomb in question. Pretty clever huh?"
"You're going to *wear* the bomb?" Kiyone asked, astounded.
"Well, sure," Mihoshi answered. "I'll go into Washu's lab, take off my jacket, transport out and then detonate the bomb remotely."
"Sounds like a simple plan," Kiyone said.
"Simple plans are the easiest not to screw up," Mihoshi said with a nod.
Mihoshi closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair in her small room. This game she was playing with Kiyone was a lot harder than she originally thought it would be. The worry that Kiyone would somehow deduce the truth constantly knawed away at the back of her mind. Unlike the plan she had outlined for Kiyone there was nothing simple at all about Mihoshi's true mission.
Mihoshi sighed. Soon enough it would all be resolved for good or for ill. Until then she would just have to wait it....
It was at that point in her musings that ship's intercom came to life. "Mihoshi, you better get your ass to the bridge!" Kiyone fairly shouted over the intercom. "Something terrible has happened. You need to see this."
When Mihoshi burst onto the bridge several panicky moments later she noticed that Yukinojo's AI module was had descended from it's compartment and was decidedly agitated. Which apparently wasn't helping Kiyone's state of mind any Mihoshi noted.
"So what's the big emergency?" Mihoshi asked the green haired girl.
Kiyone turned to face Mihoshi. "It's your grandfather, they found his body on the planet Carisae."
"My Grandfather?" Mishoshi said with a horrified look. {Crap, they identified the body that quickly?}
"It's true, Mihoshi," Yukinojo said. "The Galaxy Police brass are keeping a lid on it but I've just intercepted com traffic from authorities on Carisae confirming that they've been in possession of the body for the last three days."
"Three days!?" Kiyone exclaimed. "But how is that possible?" The assassin turned to Mihoshi for an explaination.
{Well, the shit has truly went and hit the fan,} Mihoshi thought as she drew her her service issue Galaxy Police blaster in one easy graceful movement and fired.
The next moment the blonde assassin slammed into floor under the force of being tackled by Kiyone even as Yukinojo's AI module exploded in a wreckage of flaming debris. The blonde's service issue blaster went skittering across the floor of the bridge. The bridge's fire extinguishers instantly doused the smouldering remains of the ship's AI unit with jets of foam at the same that Kiyone attempted to smash her knuckles into Mihoshi's throat only to have her strike blocked by the blonde's forearm.
Kiyone gasped as Mihoshi managed to knee her in the stomach, knocking the green haired assassin off of the blonde. Kiyone rolled away and quickly scrambled to her feet to face Mihoshi who had also gained her feet.
Kiyone smiled. "I had always wondered which one of us was truly better. I had no idea that someday I would actually get a chance to find out. I should thank you."
Mihoshi remained silent, her mouth pressed into a tight grimace as she tried to anticipate Kiyone's next move.
The blonde didn't have to wait long. Faster than the eye could see Kiyone flicked her wrist, deftly sending her deadly little yoyo towards Mihoshi's throat.
Mihoshi leaned back away from the approaching weapon as she swung her left arm into the yoyo's line. The yoyo wrapped itself around Mihoshi's arm as she yanked her arm back, pulling Kiyone off balance. As the green haired girl fell forward the blonde kicked out with her foot and caught her opponent in the side.
With a yelp Kiyone twisted away from Mihoshi and pulled on the line that was wrapped around Mihoshi's arm. The yoyo line cut through the sleeve of Mihoshi's jacket and into her flesh. Mihoshi hissed in pain as she felt the line slice into her arm.
The blonde scrambled forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her arm. Kiyone, anticipating the move, twisted violently and caught Mihoshi in the side of the head with her elbow.
Mihoshi rolled with the force of the blow and landed with her back on the floor, her left arm held in the air by the line. Suddenly stars seemed to explode before her eyes as Kiyone's boot connected with her head.
Mihoshi slumped to the floor, blood running from the side of her head.
Kiyone let her end of the yoyo slide off her finger. "That was *too* easy. I was expecting more of a fight. So much for the "greatest assassin in the Black Ops"." The green haired assassin spotted Mihoshi's blaster and picked the weapon up.
She pointed the weapon at Mihoshi's prone form. "How fitting that she die from being shot by her own weapon," she said as she pressed the trigger.
The last thing Kiyone saw was the flash of light as the Galaxy Police blaster exploded in her hand.
Kiyone slowly opened her eyes. And quickly closed them again before blinking rapidly in an effort to get her eyes to focus correctly. When her eyes focused to the point where she could see reasonably well she found herself staring at the ceiling of Yukinojo's small sick ward.
"Ah, glad to see you're still among the living," came the cheerful voice of Mihoshi Kuramitsu.
Kiyone tried to sit up to look for the source of the voice but quickly found out that she was restained to the bed she was lying in. She suddenly remember the blaster and looked down at her right arm. Her right arm was encased in a medical pressure sleeve, the end rolled up and fastened together distressingly close to her elbow. She felt a dark horror growing inside her.
Mihoshi saw Kiyone glance at her arm and the bleak look on the green haired girl's face. "It's not that bad," the blonde chided her former partner. "You'll be back to normal in a few weeks at most. It could be worse, you could be dead."
"I don't understand," Kiyone said. "Your blaster, how did you...."
"You really should know better than use someone else's equipment," Mihoshi replied lightly.
"But I checked your blaster before hand just for this type of situation and it was completely safe," Kiyone protested.
"Ah, what you checked was *this* blaster," Mihoshi said with a mocking smile as she held up a Galaxy Police blaster for Kiyone to see.
"Oh, hell," Kiyone said in disgust at her own stupidity. As Mihoshi turned away Kiyone saw that the blonde was also wearing a medical pressure sleeve, the difference being that Mihoshi wore a full sleeve and it was on her left arm.
"That yoyo of yours really messed up my arm," Mihoshi said as if reading Kiyone's mind. "Getting that wire back out without doing more damage was a pain in the ass. Or a pain in the arm to be precise. As it was you almost had the whole damn thing off."
"Why didn't you kill me?" asked a confused Kiyone.
"Today's your lucky day," the blonde answered. "Maybe you could say it's for old times sake. Anyways, that's not important. Look, I've set Yukinojo to run on auto-pilot for the next twenty four hours. At that point the ship will drop back into normal space, jettison it's reactor core and transmit a distress signal on all channels. With any luck someone will come by to rescue you."
"You mean you're going to leave me tied down to this bed?" Kiyone asked.
"Yup," Mihoshi answered. "Sorry but it can't be helped. I can't risk you doing something to interfere with my plans."
"To assassinate the Emperor of Jurai," Kiyone said flatly. "Your grandfather was right to suspect that you let a personal relationship get in the way of your job."
"It's easy for you to criticize," the blonde said. "You're so cold hearted that I doubt you even *have* any personal feelings."
"You don't honestly think you're going actually assassinate Asuza Jurai do you?" the green haired Galaxy Police officer asked. "Your makeshift little Ultra Energy Matter bomb won't fool them for a second."
The blonde just smiled. "Ah, but it will, my dear Kiyone. You're absolutely right. No doubt the Palace Security will detect this bomb within seconds of me being on the Palace grounds. But there is another bomb I think they'll be overlooking even as they discover the bomb in my jacket."
"Good bluff," Kiyone sneered. "But somehow I doubt it."
Mihoshi shrugged off her uniform jacket and the white shirt underneath.
"What do you think you're doing!?" Kiyone demanded as the blonde stood before her naked from the waist up except for her bra. A long scar ran up Mihoshi's side from above the hip all the way to just below her breast.
Mihoshi smiled as she traced a finger along the scar," Well, I've been called a bombshell before. Now I really am one." She leaned over and put her mouth next to Kiyone's ear. "Boom."
Part Three: Bombshell
Mihoshi walked onto Yukinojo's small bridge bearing two cups of coffee. Kiyone was already there sitting in the command chair. The teal haired woman was there in more of a "supervisory" capacity as Yukinojo was quite capable of piloting the ship in non-crisis situations.
"Good morning, Kiyone," Mihoshi greeted the other woman. "Sleep well?"
"Well, I had a slight hangover when I got up," Kiyone admitted. "But other than that I feel fine. Sorry for passing out on you last night."
"It's no big deal," Mihoshi assured her ex-partner. "Anyways, I figured you might need this." She handed Kiyone a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," said a grateful Kiyone as she wrapped her fingers around the warm coffee mug.
Mihoshi puttered around the bridge, checking various readouts and looking up the navigation charts. "So, all's quiet on the Western Front I take it?"
"Pardon?" a confused Kiyone said.
"Sorry, it's an old Earth expression. I was just observing that nothing of interest is happening."
"Nope, nothing at all," Kiyone confirmed. "Which is just the way I like it."
"The best assassinations are the boring ones," Mihoshi said, giving the other woman a grin.
"Can't say I ever had a boring assignment," Kiyone replied. "Didn't know there even was such a thing."
"Oh, there is," Mihoshi confirmed. "I know from first hand experience."
"A boring assassination?" Kiyone said. "This I have to hear."
"Actually, it wasn't an assassination assignment, as such," Mihoshi told her. "But it *was* a job straight from the Dirty Tricks Department. The Galactic Trade Commission had been in negotiations with some of the galaxy's major players to open more trade routes throughout the galaxy. Of course I don't need to tell you that the Trade Commission is more or less dominated by Jurai and has been for quite some time."
"It always seems to come back to Jurai," Kiyone commented.
"That's exactly right, if you want to succeed in the Galaxy Police you'd better learn which side your bread is buttered on and you'd better do it early in your career," Mihoshi said in agreement. "Anyways, the Trade Commission was having little luck in these negotiations. There's a lot of resentment of Juraian power and influence in the galaxy at large and some of those major players were determined to limit the influence of the Trade Commission and thereby the influence of Jurai."
"And that involved you in some way?"
"Yes, the anti-Jurai faction was headed by an elderly statesman from one of Jurai's rivals and I was given the assignment."
"To assassinate him," Kiyone said flatly.
"Oh no, not at all," Mihoshi replied. "An assassination would have been ineffective. Indeed, it would have most likely made the Trade Commission's efforts even that more difficult. As well as created a galactic incident that could possibly have brought Jurai into war."
"So what was your job then?" Kiyone asked.
"Simple, I was to dig up all the dirt I could on the old guy and then leak it to the press," Mihoshi answered. "Grandfather figured that a big enough scandal would make the old geezer dissappear."
Kiyone certainly didn't remember anything important having to do with the Galactic Trade Commission but then things like trade policy struck her as monumentally dry and boring. She likely wouldn't have remembered the events in any case.
Mihoshi's next words echoed Kiyone's thoughts. "My cover for the operation was pretty simple. I was an investigative reporter with the All Jurai News. Let me tell you, I'm surprised that those trade representatives don't kick off from sheer boredom. I had to sit through speech after speech listening to a bunch of old windbags drone on about planetary money supplies, economic impact studies, laws of supply and demand and just about anything else that's boring as hell to listen to.
Anyways, like I said, my job was to dig up dirt on the old geezer and dig I did. I researched his life with a fine tooth comb. I left no stone unturned in my search for smut, you would have been proud, Kiyone."
"And came up with some juicy stuff I assume," Kiyone said.
Mihoshi sighed. "That's just it, there was nothing at all to dig up. The old fart was completely clean. And I mean *completely*. It was frustrating as hell but there wasn't even the slightest bit of dirt to dig up on him. Not so much as a speck of dust."
"Maybe he was just really good at covering up his nasty little secrets," Kiyone offered.
Mihoshi shook her head. "*Nobody* is that good. He never cheated on his wife. Never took any bribes. Never accepted questionable gifts from corperate types looking for special favors. Didn't even indulge in a bit of nepotism."
"Unlike your grandfather," Kiyone chuckled.
"Are you saying that I don't carry my own weight as a Black Operative?" Mihoshi asked dangerously, shooting Kiyone a look that the green haired Galaxy Police officer found chilling.
"It's just a joke, Mihoshi," Kiyone protested weakly. "Anyways, so what happened then?"
"I was about to take matters into my own hands and off the old geezer," Mihoshi answered. "I knew that Grandfather would have a fit of apoplexy but by that point I didn't care. I just needed to vent my frustrations. So I was all set to do the dirty deed and then...."
"And then?" Kiyone prompted.
"And then he up and died," Mihoshi continued. "One moment he's making a three hour speech that had the end result of telling why the Juraians should go jam their thumbs up thier collective ass and the next moment he's toppling over stone cold dead."
"Somebody else got to him first," Kiyone said, hazarding a guess.
"Nope, the autopsy ruled out foul play," the blonde told her. "It was just a stupid accident."
"Accident?"
"Yeah, it turned out he had bored himself to death," Mihoshi said.
Kiyone remained silent but rolled her eyes.
Mihoshi shrugged. "What can I say? He was old. Old people die. He died of "natural causes"."
"So happened after that?" Kiyone asked.
"I "retired" from the investigative reporting industry and went home," Mihoshi said. "No way was I going to go through the tedium of his funeral. Grandfather was upset of course but I told him that if it was so important he could go take care of it his damn self."
Kiyone turned as Mihoshi stepped onto Yukinojo's small bridge.
"All done," the blonde said cheerfully.
"Done?" Kiyone said. "Done with what?"
"The Ultra Energy Matter bomb of course, silly," Mihoshi answered.
"So where is this bomb of yours? I'd like to get a look at it," the green haired Blacks Op assassin said.
"You *are* looking at it," Mihoshi replied, raising a hand to her jacket collar. "This jacket is the bomb in question. Pretty clever huh?"
"You're going to *wear* the bomb?" Kiyone asked, astounded.
"Well, sure," Mihoshi answered. "I'll go into Washu's lab, take off my jacket, transport out and then detonate the bomb remotely."
"Sounds like a simple plan," Kiyone said.
"Simple plans are the easiest not to screw up," Mihoshi said with a nod.
Mihoshi closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair in her small room. This game she was playing with Kiyone was a lot harder than she originally thought it would be. The worry that Kiyone would somehow deduce the truth constantly knawed away at the back of her mind. Unlike the plan she had outlined for Kiyone there was nothing simple at all about Mihoshi's true mission.
Mihoshi sighed. Soon enough it would all be resolved for good or for ill. Until then she would just have to wait it....
It was at that point in her musings that ship's intercom came to life. "Mihoshi, you better get your ass to the bridge!" Kiyone fairly shouted over the intercom. "Something terrible has happened. You need to see this."
When Mihoshi burst onto the bridge several panicky moments later she noticed that Yukinojo's AI module was had descended from it's compartment and was decidedly agitated. Which apparently wasn't helping Kiyone's state of mind any Mihoshi noted.
"So what's the big emergency?" Mihoshi asked the green haired girl.
Kiyone turned to face Mihoshi. "It's your grandfather, they found his body on the planet Carisae."
"My Grandfather?" Mishoshi said with a horrified look. {Crap, they identified the body that quickly?}
"It's true, Mihoshi," Yukinojo said. "The Galaxy Police brass are keeping a lid on it but I've just intercepted com traffic from authorities on Carisae confirming that they've been in possession of the body for the last three days."
"Three days!?" Kiyone exclaimed. "But how is that possible?" The assassin turned to Mihoshi for an explaination.
{Well, the shit has truly went and hit the fan,} Mihoshi thought as she drew her her service issue Galaxy Police blaster in one easy graceful movement and fired.
The next moment the blonde assassin slammed into floor under the force of being tackled by Kiyone even as Yukinojo's AI module exploded in a wreckage of flaming debris. The blonde's service issue blaster went skittering across the floor of the bridge. The bridge's fire extinguishers instantly doused the smouldering remains of the ship's AI unit with jets of foam at the same that Kiyone attempted to smash her knuckles into Mihoshi's throat only to have her strike blocked by the blonde's forearm.
Kiyone gasped as Mihoshi managed to knee her in the stomach, knocking the green haired assassin off of the blonde. Kiyone rolled away and quickly scrambled to her feet to face Mihoshi who had also gained her feet.
Kiyone smiled. "I had always wondered which one of us was truly better. I had no idea that someday I would actually get a chance to find out. I should thank you."
Mihoshi remained silent, her mouth pressed into a tight grimace as she tried to anticipate Kiyone's next move.
The blonde didn't have to wait long. Faster than the eye could see Kiyone flicked her wrist, deftly sending her deadly little yoyo towards Mihoshi's throat.
Mihoshi leaned back away from the approaching weapon as she swung her left arm into the yoyo's line. The yoyo wrapped itself around Mihoshi's arm as she yanked her arm back, pulling Kiyone off balance. As the green haired girl fell forward the blonde kicked out with her foot and caught her opponent in the side.
With a yelp Kiyone twisted away from Mihoshi and pulled on the line that was wrapped around Mihoshi's arm. The yoyo line cut through the sleeve of Mihoshi's jacket and into her flesh. Mihoshi hissed in pain as she felt the line slice into her arm.
The blonde scrambled forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her arm. Kiyone, anticipating the move, twisted violently and caught Mihoshi in the side of the head with her elbow.
Mihoshi rolled with the force of the blow and landed with her back on the floor, her left arm held in the air by the line. Suddenly stars seemed to explode before her eyes as Kiyone's boot connected with her head.
Mihoshi slumped to the floor, blood running from the side of her head.
Kiyone let her end of the yoyo slide off her finger. "That was *too* easy. I was expecting more of a fight. So much for the "greatest assassin in the Black Ops"." The green haired assassin spotted Mihoshi's blaster and picked the weapon up.
She pointed the weapon at Mihoshi's prone form. "How fitting that she die from being shot by her own weapon," she said as she pressed the trigger.
The last thing Kiyone saw was the flash of light as the Galaxy Police blaster exploded in her hand.
Kiyone slowly opened her eyes. And quickly closed them again before blinking rapidly in an effort to get her eyes to focus correctly. When her eyes focused to the point where she could see reasonably well she found herself staring at the ceiling of Yukinojo's small sick ward.
"Ah, glad to see you're still among the living," came the cheerful voice of Mihoshi Kuramitsu.
Kiyone tried to sit up to look for the source of the voice but quickly found out that she was restained to the bed she was lying in. She suddenly remember the blaster and looked down at her right arm. Her right arm was encased in a medical pressure sleeve, the end rolled up and fastened together distressingly close to her elbow. She felt a dark horror growing inside her.
Mihoshi saw Kiyone glance at her arm and the bleak look on the green haired girl's face. "It's not that bad," the blonde chided her former partner. "You'll be back to normal in a few weeks at most. It could be worse, you could be dead."
"I don't understand," Kiyone said. "Your blaster, how did you...."
"You really should know better than use someone else's equipment," Mihoshi replied lightly.
"But I checked your blaster before hand just for this type of situation and it was completely safe," Kiyone protested.
"Ah, what you checked was *this* blaster," Mihoshi said with a mocking smile as she held up a Galaxy Police blaster for Kiyone to see.
"Oh, hell," Kiyone said in disgust at her own stupidity. As Mihoshi turned away Kiyone saw that the blonde was also wearing a medical pressure sleeve, the difference being that Mihoshi wore a full sleeve and it was on her left arm.
"That yoyo of yours really messed up my arm," Mihoshi said as if reading Kiyone's mind. "Getting that wire back out without doing more damage was a pain in the ass. Or a pain in the arm to be precise. As it was you almost had the whole damn thing off."
"Why didn't you kill me?" asked a confused Kiyone.
"Today's your lucky day," the blonde answered. "Maybe you could say it's for old times sake. Anyways, that's not important. Look, I've set Yukinojo to run on auto-pilot for the next twenty four hours. At that point the ship will drop back into normal space, jettison it's reactor core and transmit a distress signal on all channels. With any luck someone will come by to rescue you."
"You mean you're going to leave me tied down to this bed?" Kiyone asked.
"Yup," Mihoshi answered. "Sorry but it can't be helped. I can't risk you doing something to interfere with my plans."
"To assassinate the Emperor of Jurai," Kiyone said flatly. "Your grandfather was right to suspect that you let a personal relationship get in the way of your job."
"It's easy for you to criticize," the blonde said. "You're so cold hearted that I doubt you even *have* any personal feelings."
"You don't honestly think you're going actually assassinate Asuza Jurai do you?" the green haired Galaxy Police officer asked. "Your makeshift little Ultra Energy Matter bomb won't fool them for a second."
The blonde just smiled. "Ah, but it will, my dear Kiyone. You're absolutely right. No doubt the Palace Security will detect this bomb within seconds of me being on the Palace grounds. But there is another bomb I think they'll be overlooking even as they discover the bomb in my jacket."
"Good bluff," Kiyone sneered. "But somehow I doubt it."
Mihoshi shrugged off her uniform jacket and the white shirt underneath.
"What do you think you're doing!?" Kiyone demanded as the blonde stood before her naked from the waist up except for her bra. A long scar ran up Mihoshi's side from above the hip all the way to just below her breast.
Mihoshi smiled as she traced a finger along the scar," Well, I've been called a bombshell before. Now I really am one." She leaned over and put her mouth next to Kiyone's ear. "Boom."