Project Zero- Part 3
"Just give us the money and we'll give you back your sister, it's not that hard to understand!"
"Please... don't hurt her! I'll pay you! How much is the amount?!" "1 MILLLLLLLLLION DOLLARS! AHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "SLAM!" the terrorist hung up the phone. Soon... soon he would take out
Japan's leading sushi restaurant. "Heh... it wasn't that hard to capture the girl... now that
stupid tin can of a mascot is next... what is it called again? Sushi Roy? Sushi Toy? Ah well, it
matters not, soon I shall control the sushi business! And whoever controls the sushi business,
controls the WORLD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cough! Cough!" the terrorist was contemplating on what
he would do after he got the money, if he kept the girl alive then surely that "other" company
would still be at the top. He had to kill her, no matter how cute he thought she was. "So boss,
there's a van outside with the Sushi Boy logo on the side." "Good... good. Now kill the girl,
then blast them as soon as they step in the door." Comet shook with fear, these ropes don't leave
much breathing room... she would it would be a bad day to wear a see-through skirt. Well, at
least the men around her were too busy gawking at her exposed underwear to shoot her. "You know,
it's times like this, I really wish I had a smoothie." she thought, in fact it had been a while
since she last ate she was so hungry... hungry enough not to notice the gun pointed at her, she
opened her eyes and stared straight into a barrel! "POOF!" instantly the gun hit the ground, the
gunman had become a smoothie! Instantly she thought of more things, rice bowls, ice cream, sushi,
and as soon as she looked at someone, they turned into that item. She had been having fun for a
while until someone busted down the door, "This is STARS! We're here to rescue you Comet! Where
are you?!" "Right here!" A young man, possibly in his 20s, was followed by a young woman in a
blue beret and another man, he had a beard, he looked about 35. "Whoa... that's a lot of food,
and guns... well they've been treating you well, for a hostage." "Well, I guess you could say
that..." "Ok, now where's the boss? The head honcho, the big cheese?" "I dunno... he was in that
room across the hall before." "Ok, troops! Let's bust down that door!" "BOOM!" the door fell
down, revealing an empty chair. The police officers stared at each other, dumbfounded, suddenly
a noise in the other room surprised them, "BLAM!" Comet woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of
her alarm clock, ugh... they were playing Kitty-N's new song again on the radio...
The police sirens were still wailing as the officers got out, a siren of another sort stepped out
of her vehicle, her long blonde hair swayed in the wind, tight, black biking shorts covered her
um, assets. The male police officers stared in awe at Officer Kelly, the long legs of the law!
"Ok boys, what's the situation?" "Well, um... uh... um... whaddaya say we forget about this and
go for a-" "Can it big boy, we've got a robbery here." "Yes ma'am!" "Ok, can any FEMALE officers
brief me on this?" "Well Kelly, it's Strike and the Notorious Crew again... their rap sheet is
bigger than the ODB's." "Oh really? Isn't that a new record?" "I'd say so. Anyways they've dug
a hole in the back of the bank and are rumored to be stealing um... the report says tissue paper,
styrofoam cups and plates, and plastc utensils. They are also said to be armed and dangerous!"
"Whatever... give me my megaphone. I'll handle this." Kelly put the megaphone to her lips, and
yelled "HEY YOU! YEAH, YOU STEALING THAT USELESS CRAP! GET OUT HERE!" "YOU COME GET US!" a gruff
sounding voice replied. "Ok, looks like I'm going in, I'll call for backup if I need it." "Ok
Kelly, we'll be out here." Kelly walked towards the bank, her hips swaying as she did, causing
the male rookies to have nosebleeds and instantly faint. Kelly came to the room where the
suspects supposedly were, and caught one of them before he could escape, he looked about 23, had
bug-eyed glasses, a ponytail, and a goatee. "Whoa there mister! Where do you think YOU'RE going?"
"Heh, away from cops like you." the tone of his voice made it sound like Kelly's looks had no
effect on him, well, she was gonna charm him all the way to jail, if that's what it took. "Well,
before you go, maybe you could... fit these handcuffs?" "No thanks... I already know my size..."
WHAT?! Kelly couldn't understand it, she was using her best tricks! Yet still he was able to
resist her temptations! What was wrong? Had she suddenly grown a bunch of wrinkles?! "Heh, well,
OFFICER, I must be going now, but maybe we'll see each other again sometime, hopefully, it won't
be in terms like this, if you catch my drift." "Um... sure, I'd like... that." instantly the
man disappeared in a cloud of dust, and the sound of screeching tires was heard. Kelly slowly
walked out to her fellow cops, frustrated at the fact that some guy had actually charmed HER, it
wouldn't happen again, she would make sure of that...
The battle between Heat and Gas-O had attracted quite a crowd. Bi-O had hidden his face
underneath a mask, the axe on his head was hidden by a flattop wig, he would be the judge of
this match. Heat was busting out a lot of power moves! He had pulled off windmills, flares, and
1990s so far, but he had faith in his son, who was holding his own with a barrage of 2000s,
swipes, and some pretty mean freezes! When it looked like Heat was leading, Gas-O hit a few
buttons on his right wrist, and as a gas chamber was about to land on Heat, he did something
truly amazing, he reflected it back at Gas-O, who had not learned how to reflect attacks yet!
Instantly Gas-O was trapped in his own attack, the music stopped, and Heat had earned his hotel
room. "You did pretty good Heat, I underestimated you." said Gas-O, panting. "You got better
too, if you busted out your headspins on your mohawk, I woulda been dead!" "Heh, well, I heard
you finally learned how to do em! Let's see you bust out a fever!" "You sure? Cuz I'm gonna
really turn up the HEAT!" Heat started to bust a toprock, got down and did a flare to windmills,
he linked those to turtles and jackhammers, ending with a headspin to a 1990. "GEEEZ! THAT WAS SO
TYYYYYYYTE! YOU GOTTA TEACH ME HOW TO DO THAT WHEN WE BACK TO THE HOTEL!" "No prob, after all,
you DID lend me the hotel room." The crowd dissipated after Heat's fever, and the trio proceeded
to their lodgings.
"Hmm... it seems that Heat-kun is in New York, our sources have confirmed it. It seems he has
already gotten into a battle with the one they call Gas-O." "Good, everything is proceeding as
planned, now that he is out of the way we must continue to work on Project Zero." "Yes, has
the Robo Z-Gold prototype been recovered yet?" "Unfortunately not, Kaname-san. We have concluded
that it has been crushed into a cube and recycled into cars and cans of Sapporo beer." "A minor
setback... now we must build a new model, this is more advantageous to us, for now we will be
able to build a stronger model." "We are ready to start Ms. Kaname-san, have you recived the 'Go'
signal from Hanabish-kun?" "Hai, now begin immediately! We must build the complete model before
Tokyo has rebuilt itself and the armed forces are fully re-armed!" "Right away!"
James Suneoka opened his eyes, Michael Doi was there, watching over him. "Uh? What are you doing
here?" "Oh James! I was so worried about you! You've been on the news! You're one of the hottest
items in Japan! Newswise, I mean. Heeheeheee!" "Um... ok um... Doi." "Please, please James, call
me Mikee!" "Um... ok, uh... Mikee." "I brought you some flowers and chocolates! Want me to feed
you the chocolates?" "Um... I'd rather not... just set them in the next room along with the other
pointless crap-er... loving gifts, that nobodies- er... caring friends like you have given me!"
"Okee dokey Suneokie!" "Oh geez... promise me you'll never call me 'Suneokie' again." "Whatever
you say James!" "Um... thanks, uh... Mike." "Mikee!" "Um... ok, Mikee." "Doo,doo,doo,doo! Michael
Doi hummed a happy tune to himself, he was feeling especially happy today for some reason,
probably because James Suneoka actually talked to him! He was filled with joy, he was so happy he
almost didn't notice Kitty-N rush through the hospital doors...
"Just give us the money and we'll give you back your sister, it's not that hard to understand!"
"Please... don't hurt her! I'll pay you! How much is the amount?!" "1 MILLLLLLLLLION DOLLARS! AHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "SLAM!" the terrorist hung up the phone. Soon... soon he would take out
Japan's leading sushi restaurant. "Heh... it wasn't that hard to capture the girl... now that
stupid tin can of a mascot is next... what is it called again? Sushi Roy? Sushi Toy? Ah well, it
matters not, soon I shall control the sushi business! And whoever controls the sushi business,
controls the WORLD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cough! Cough!" the terrorist was contemplating on what
he would do after he got the money, if he kept the girl alive then surely that "other" company
would still be at the top. He had to kill her, no matter how cute he thought she was. "So boss,
there's a van outside with the Sushi Boy logo on the side." "Good... good. Now kill the girl,
then blast them as soon as they step in the door." Comet shook with fear, these ropes don't leave
much breathing room... she would it would be a bad day to wear a see-through skirt. Well, at
least the men around her were too busy gawking at her exposed underwear to shoot her. "You know,
it's times like this, I really wish I had a smoothie." she thought, in fact it had been a while
since she last ate she was so hungry... hungry enough not to notice the gun pointed at her, she
opened her eyes and stared straight into a barrel! "POOF!" instantly the gun hit the ground, the
gunman had become a smoothie! Instantly she thought of more things, rice bowls, ice cream, sushi,
and as soon as she looked at someone, they turned into that item. She had been having fun for a
while until someone busted down the door, "This is STARS! We're here to rescue you Comet! Where
are you?!" "Right here!" A young man, possibly in his 20s, was followed by a young woman in a
blue beret and another man, he had a beard, he looked about 35. "Whoa... that's a lot of food,
and guns... well they've been treating you well, for a hostage." "Well, I guess you could say
that..." "Ok, now where's the boss? The head honcho, the big cheese?" "I dunno... he was in that
room across the hall before." "Ok, troops! Let's bust down that door!" "BOOM!" the door fell
down, revealing an empty chair. The police officers stared at each other, dumbfounded, suddenly
a noise in the other room surprised them, "BLAM!" Comet woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of
her alarm clock, ugh... they were playing Kitty-N's new song again on the radio...
The police sirens were still wailing as the officers got out, a siren of another sort stepped out
of her vehicle, her long blonde hair swayed in the wind, tight, black biking shorts covered her
um, assets. The male police officers stared in awe at Officer Kelly, the long legs of the law!
"Ok boys, what's the situation?" "Well, um... uh... um... whaddaya say we forget about this and
go for a-" "Can it big boy, we've got a robbery here." "Yes ma'am!" "Ok, can any FEMALE officers
brief me on this?" "Well Kelly, it's Strike and the Notorious Crew again... their rap sheet is
bigger than the ODB's." "Oh really? Isn't that a new record?" "I'd say so. Anyways they've dug
a hole in the back of the bank and are rumored to be stealing um... the report says tissue paper,
styrofoam cups and plates, and plastc utensils. They are also said to be armed and dangerous!"
"Whatever... give me my megaphone. I'll handle this." Kelly put the megaphone to her lips, and
yelled "HEY YOU! YEAH, YOU STEALING THAT USELESS CRAP! GET OUT HERE!" "YOU COME GET US!" a gruff
sounding voice replied. "Ok, looks like I'm going in, I'll call for backup if I need it." "Ok
Kelly, we'll be out here." Kelly walked towards the bank, her hips swaying as she did, causing
the male rookies to have nosebleeds and instantly faint. Kelly came to the room where the
suspects supposedly were, and caught one of them before he could escape, he looked about 23, had
bug-eyed glasses, a ponytail, and a goatee. "Whoa there mister! Where do you think YOU'RE going?"
"Heh, away from cops like you." the tone of his voice made it sound like Kelly's looks had no
effect on him, well, she was gonna charm him all the way to jail, if that's what it took. "Well,
before you go, maybe you could... fit these handcuffs?" "No thanks... I already know my size..."
WHAT?! Kelly couldn't understand it, she was using her best tricks! Yet still he was able to
resist her temptations! What was wrong? Had she suddenly grown a bunch of wrinkles?! "Heh, well,
OFFICER, I must be going now, but maybe we'll see each other again sometime, hopefully, it won't
be in terms like this, if you catch my drift." "Um... sure, I'd like... that." instantly the
man disappeared in a cloud of dust, and the sound of screeching tires was heard. Kelly slowly
walked out to her fellow cops, frustrated at the fact that some guy had actually charmed HER, it
wouldn't happen again, she would make sure of that...
The battle between Heat and Gas-O had attracted quite a crowd. Bi-O had hidden his face
underneath a mask, the axe on his head was hidden by a flattop wig, he would be the judge of
this match. Heat was busting out a lot of power moves! He had pulled off windmills, flares, and
1990s so far, but he had faith in his son, who was holding his own with a barrage of 2000s,
swipes, and some pretty mean freezes! When it looked like Heat was leading, Gas-O hit a few
buttons on his right wrist, and as a gas chamber was about to land on Heat, he did something
truly amazing, he reflected it back at Gas-O, who had not learned how to reflect attacks yet!
Instantly Gas-O was trapped in his own attack, the music stopped, and Heat had earned his hotel
room. "You did pretty good Heat, I underestimated you." said Gas-O, panting. "You got better
too, if you busted out your headspins on your mohawk, I woulda been dead!" "Heh, well, I heard
you finally learned how to do em! Let's see you bust out a fever!" "You sure? Cuz I'm gonna
really turn up the HEAT!" Heat started to bust a toprock, got down and did a flare to windmills,
he linked those to turtles and jackhammers, ending with a headspin to a 1990. "GEEEZ! THAT WAS SO
TYYYYYYYTE! YOU GOTTA TEACH ME HOW TO DO THAT WHEN WE BACK TO THE HOTEL!" "No prob, after all,
you DID lend me the hotel room." The crowd dissipated after Heat's fever, and the trio proceeded
to their lodgings.
"Hmm... it seems that Heat-kun is in New York, our sources have confirmed it. It seems he has
already gotten into a battle with the one they call Gas-O." "Good, everything is proceeding as
planned, now that he is out of the way we must continue to work on Project Zero." "Yes, has
the Robo Z-Gold prototype been recovered yet?" "Unfortunately not, Kaname-san. We have concluded
that it has been crushed into a cube and recycled into cars and cans of Sapporo beer." "A minor
setback... now we must build a new model, this is more advantageous to us, for now we will be
able to build a stronger model." "We are ready to start Ms. Kaname-san, have you recived the 'Go'
signal from Hanabish-kun?" "Hai, now begin immediately! We must build the complete model before
Tokyo has rebuilt itself and the armed forces are fully re-armed!" "Right away!"
James Suneoka opened his eyes, Michael Doi was there, watching over him. "Uh? What are you doing
here?" "Oh James! I was so worried about you! You've been on the news! You're one of the hottest
items in Japan! Newswise, I mean. Heeheeheee!" "Um... ok um... Doi." "Please, please James, call
me Mikee!" "Um... ok, uh... Mikee." "I brought you some flowers and chocolates! Want me to feed
you the chocolates?" "Um... I'd rather not... just set them in the next room along with the other
pointless crap-er... loving gifts, that nobodies- er... caring friends like you have given me!"
"Okee dokey Suneokie!" "Oh geez... promise me you'll never call me 'Suneokie' again." "Whatever
you say James!" "Um... thanks, uh... Mike." "Mikee!" "Um... ok, Mikee." "Doo,doo,doo,doo! Michael
Doi hummed a happy tune to himself, he was feeling especially happy today for some reason,
probably because James Suneoka actually talked to him! He was filled with joy, he was so happy he
almost didn't notice Kitty-N rush through the hospital doors...