---Chapter 7---
There was a knock at the main office's door. Minako went to and opened it. "Oh hello Motoki. It's great to see you!" She said smiling.
"Hello Minako. I wish I could bring good tidings of joy also... I have bad news, I must talk to Mamoru." he said, his face wrenched with sadness.
"Oh..." Minako replied, with a melancholy tone. "Right this way Motoki..." She led him over to Mamoru's private office. "Mamoru, Motoki is here..."
Mamoru stood up. His smile shattered when he saw Motoki's frown. "Motoki?!"
"I have terrible news." He said. He sat down in the chair across from Mamoru's desk. "The war is spreading, and soon it will be upon the factory. Also... words gotten out about the factory. They may be coming for you any day."
"The review... it was flawless!" Mamoru exclaimed.
"Yes well, someone higher got word of our rescue program." Motoki stated. "They war will be upon us in a few days. The same with our sentences. They will probably try to hang or shoot us all, before the war moves in... even the workers are in danger!" He exclaimed.
"Then we must prepare..." Mamoru declared. "I will announce to the workers, that we have the code red, and I will tell them that if I am caught, they must continue with the pre-planned safety precautions."
He turned to Minako. "Gather the workers infront of the podium. I need to make that announcement." He looked to Motoki. "I can't handle this..." he said in defeat.
She nodded and hurried off. Minako came back a little while later and nodded to Motoki and Mamoru.
All the workers were assembled in the cafeteria, facing the podium, when Mamoru arrived there. He stood up infront of them all and ran a hand through his black hair. "I have some very bad news. The war is going to be upon us soon. A matter of days. We have to go into Code Red operations. Shut down the factory and begin to prepare for the worst. I want everyone to live, so barricade this place the best you can. Food is in the storage room below the factory. Enough to feed you all well, for 6 months. Though I very much doubt you'll need that much. I expect this will pass us by in a few weeks." He paused. "I am being hunted for exporting supplies to the United States and thier allies. I am also going to be persecuted for running this factory like I have. I saved the weak. Women and children, the elderly, the disabled. Many disagreed with this, so I will most likely be hung." He stopped again. He was shaking, and his breath was ragged. "I want you, all no matter what, to continue with the procedures." He stopped. "Well? Get to work! This is about all of your lives!" He shouted.
The workers all began to talk loudly amongst themselves, panic and reality setting in. They all rushed to complete the task at hand. Almost instantly, the workers were rushing about, blockading the factory off from the world. Mamoru nodded in approval and headed up to the main office to think.
---Chapter 8---
A few days after the factory had been barricaded, the war was upon them. On a cold night, the war had simmered, and dark limosenes pulled up into the courtyard. From those eerie cars, came eerie men. There faces held sullen expressions, and their hands held, with tight grips, the butts of mutlipul types of guns.
The last person to emerge was a tall woman with fire red hair. In her left hand, a megaphone, her right, a noose. "Listen up you putrid animals in there!" she shouted harshly through the megaphone. "I want Mamrou Chiba out here, alive or dead." she paused to listen, and found nothing but silence. "Send him out, and we might spare your lives." she strained her ears. Nothing... just the serene silence, that comes, when the black angel hangs over another's head. She nodded to the other men, who shot a few bullets into the door and the air. A few muffled screams were heard, and the woman smirked. "I know your in there." she said lowly.
The men shot hundreds of holes into the door, and then broke it down. Their faces darkened when they saw the back of heavy macheins. All of them pushed against the barricade, slowly inching it forwards. In 10 minutes, it was almost wide enough for a man to fit through. A little strawberry blonde girl, peered through at them and smirked when they growled. She began to glow, and transformed into another person, before their very eyes. With one hand she pushed the machiens back into place.
Chibiusa began to laugh. "I think I scared them Usagi!" she said giggeling with glee.
Usagi patted her on the head. "You did a very good job. I'm proud that you are becoming a magnificent and powerful scout like the rest of us." She turned and nodded to Mamoru who stood there in his tuxedo and cape.
"What should I call this form m'lady?" He asked as he handed Usagi a rose he'd made.
Usagi took the rose and smiled. "I'm not sure..." she looked up. "For better effect, you should wear a mask, and take it off right before you send them running."
Mamoru nodded. Chibiusa and Hotaru came running up hand in hand, and presented him with a mask. "One of the men over there was a famous Opera singer!!" Hotaru said in awe.
"He said you can have this mask." Chibiusa added. "A tuxedo and a mask!! You look so deb-debo... what's the word... debonair! Like a famous movie star!"
Mamoru grinned, took the mask, and put it on. "I'm ready for my performance..." he said with a smirk. He jumped up to the office, and out the window.
Sooo *big grin* I think I'm almost done with this story! I'll try to get the rest out ASAP. Pls. review it :) ~rini
