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ain't mine; they belong to whoever created them, I forget the names. "Forgive me, Sylvie," Priss choked out, pulling the trigger. A quick burst of three bullets fired from the gun; two hitting Max in the left side of his chest and punching through, the third going wide and hitting one of the support struts of the cockpit hatch. As nearly half of his chest was destroyed, Max coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. He flashed Priss a weak smile as the Battlemover stumbled to a halt and fell to the ground. The damaged support strut collapsed, making the cockpit hatch fall back into place and forming a makeshift coffin for the teen. Priss let herself fall out of the Motorslave and slumped to the ground. "Max!!" Sylvie's voice cried out. Priss looked up to see Sylvie running toward the Battlemover as Nene helped Linna and Sylia stand up. The singer watched blankly as Sylvie tried unsuccessfully to pry the Battlemover's cockpit open while her fellow Knight Sabers moved to stand beside her. "You did what you had to, Priss," Sylia stated, placing a hand on the singer's shoulder. "That doesn't mean I have to like it," Priss hissed, unable to do more than watch helplessly as her best friend grieved. They remained like that for nearly a minute before Sylia ordered the Knight Sabers to depart. Priss wearily pushed herself off the ground and stared at the woman kneeling beside the downed Battlemover, trying to decide whether to leave with the other Knight Sabers or risk being identified by the AD Police when they arrived. The sound of Sylvie's sobs made the decision for her. Without looking back at her fellow vigilantes, she walked forward, intent on at least trying to comfort her friend. A loud clang stopped her in her tracks and caught the attention of the other four women. What the...? Priss mentally asked. That sounded like it came from... no way... A second clang followed only seconds after the first, followed even quicker by a third, then a fourth, until a steady rythim took form of about two clangs a second. The cockpit hatch of the Battlemover had shuddered slightly at the first few hits, and was now visibly shaking, making Sylvie back away in fear. Their caution was rewarded when the cockpit hatch tore free of the Battlemover's body and slammed into the ground where she 'd just been standing. Moments later, a figure could be seen moving around in the dust cloud that had been kicked up. It moved forward as the cloud settled, gradually revealing itself. "Priss, the next time I tell you to shoot me, remind me to specify *exactly* where." A series of hacking coughs followed that statement as the women got a good look at the figure standing there. Max held his right arm across his chest, clutching the wound as if to stop the bleeding. The wound was gruesome; almost the entire left side of Max's chest was missing, with blood flowing from the wound and his mouth. Blood already coated most of his left side and was trying admirably to do the same to his right arm. The shackles that had held Max in place were still clamped onto his arms and legs, the cables torn and shredded. The shackle that had been around his neck was missing, although there was an odd black mark around his neck. "Max?!" Sylvie cried, starting to run toward him. "Stay back!" Max snapped, his mouth twisting into a snarl. "I'll absorb anything - *cough* - anything organic or robotic uncontrollably until - *hack* - this wound is healed." "What in the world...?" Priss looked to the side to see Linna standing beside her, Sylia and Nene on the dancer's other side. The raven-haired woman had her visor up and was staring at Max in shock. Max noticed their stares and smirked. "Yes, I'm a - *hack* - a Boomer. And it takes - *cough, hack* - more than this to permenantly kill me. Good thing - *hack, hack* - my vitals dropped to zero long enough for the - *cough, cough* - the Battlemover to shut down. Fuck, this is gonna hurt." Without warning, Max dropped to one knee beside the Battlemover's head and started tearing chunks of metal and wiring from it with his right hand. The women gasped in shock and nearly puked when he stuffed the components into the wound. Max's jaw visibly clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening, as he strained to keep from screaming in pain. Once the wound was completely filled, the shackles on Max's arms liquified and flowed into his sleeves, disappearing, as he tore the other shackles from his feet and the black mark around his neck faded. Max clutched at the wounded side of his chest and coughed up more blood when a wet squishing sound could be heard coming from his chest. The Knight Sabers and Sexaroids could only watch in shock as the teen shakily rose to his feet and turned toward the Battlemover. The women could plainly see the hole in the back of his jacket and shirt, but Max's back was unblemished, as if he'd never been wounded. "Stingray, return," Max stated. Just as Sylia was about to ask what he meant, the Stingray came tearing up and slowed to a stop next to Max. Max all but fell onto the motorcycle and slumped over the instrument panel. "Stingray, auto-pilot. Let's... go home. See ya... there... Sylvie." |NEGATIVE.| The Knight Sabers were surprised to hear a voice speak from the motorcycle. |INVALID COMMAND. QUANTUM SHIFT IMPOSSIBLE AT THIS TIME.| "Quantum shift...?" Sylia mused, then started walking toward the bike. "Smartass..." Max sighed. "Meant... home here..." |COMMAND CORRECTION ACKNOLEDGED. ENGAGING AUTO-PILOT.| "Wait," Sylia ordered, stopping in front of the bike. "What... is it?" Max hissed. "You have some explaining to do. Like -" "Fine. Stingray... new command: follow... Knight Sabers." |COMMAND CHANGE ACKNOWLEDGED. PREPARING TO ENGAGE AUTO-PILOT.| Before Sylia could say anything, Max passed out. Sylvie stepped forward and started to get on the bike behind Max when Sylia stopped her. "This doesn't concern you, ma'am." Had her helmet not been on, Sylia would have been on the receiving end of a very painful slap. As it was, she was only barely rattled from the impact. "The hell it doesn't!" Sylvie snapped, ignoring the pain in her hand. "He's my brother!" Sylia was about to protest when Priss cut her off. "We don't have time to argue, Sylia. The ADP will be here soon." Sylia frowned at Priss using her name so openly, but nodded anyway, cutting off her reply at the faint sound of approaching ADP choppers. "Let's go, then." The sound of voices was the first thing Max heard as he slowly regained consciousness. He felt that he was laying on something soft. Probably a futon or really hard bed. Wonder if breakfast is ready. The young man slowly sat up, holding his head and groaning in pain as he felt what seemed like several railgun needles get jammed into his head. "Crap, this hurts. Hey girls, we got any painkillers handy?" When nobody answered, Max started to open his eyes only to snap them shut when he realized he didn't have his sunglasses on. He pushed the pain aside and started feeling around for them. Hmmm. That's odd. I don't remember having any sheets. Eh, Sylvie or Anri musta given me one. Dunno why. Told 'em before I don't need one. When he didn't feel them anywhere, Max turned to his left and leaned back against the wall behind him. "Real cute, ladies." Max sighed. "Where'd you hide my shades?" "You'll get them back after you answer our questions," an unfamiliar voice answered. "Huh? What the?!" Max's eyes reflexively snapped open just long enough for him to glance at the room and realize his eyes were open before he snapped them shut again. With a sinking feeling, the previous night came back to him in a rush, allowing him to make a rough guess of where he was when he saw the room. Wait a sec... five women and a guy... ?! "Shit, shit, shit! Someone give me my sunglasses, now! Sylvie, please tell me nobody's acting like I made eye contact with them." "Everybody seems to be fine, Max," Sylvie answered. "I don't see what the big deal is." Priss snorted from her position next to the door. "They're just sunglasses. And it's not that bright in here either, so what's the problem?" "It's not the light or a fashion fetish. The problem is what happens when I make eye contact with someone of the opposite gender. Does anyone here - aside from Sylvie, of course - know what can happen if someone makes eye contact with a Sexaroid when their eyes are glowing red?" Everyone but Sylia and Sylvie voiced a negative answer; Sylia because she wanted to hear Max's explanation and Sylvie for obvious reasons. "Damn." Max sighed. "Makes this a bit longer. When a Sexaroid looks someone in the eyes and their eyes glow red, their 'target' - so to speak - is either knocked unconscious or becomes horny as hell." Linna, Nene, and Mackie blushed at this, while Priss merely frowned slightly, wondering why he'd excluded Sylvie from his question. "My problem is somewhat similar. When I make eye contact with a guy, instant knockout. If it's a woman," Max shuddered a bit before continuing, "she gets so aroused she'll do anything short of suicide to get me in bed. The last - and only, thank god - time it happened, the woman damn near clawed her way through a steel door before I could knock her out. Now comes the real problem: I can't turn it off. Even though my eyes don't glow, the effect is still on 24- 7. Now that I've explained the problem, would you please give me back my sunglasses?" "Very well," Sylia replied, grabbing his sunglasses off the table and tossing them to him. Without opening his eyes, Max reached out and plucked the sunglasses out of midair, then slid them on. He smirked when Sylia raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Enhanced combat reflexes and hearing come in handy, Ms. Stingray." As soon as the words were out of his mouth and registered, Sylia flinched in surprise, Priss' eyes narrowed, Linna, Nene, & Mackie gasped, while Sylvie merely looked confused. "How -" Sylia started to ask before she was cut off. "Just who - or what - the hell are you?" Priss snarled angrily. "And just how do you know us?!" "In reverse order." Max calmly replied. "With what I know, and your reaction to my mentioning Sylia by name, it was a safe bet who you were. Add to that the willingness to lie for her, and the answer becomes blindingly obvious. Secondly, I'm a Boomer. I guessed that was so bloody obvious after last night that only a blind retard wouldn't figure it out. Apparently I misjudged your intelligence, Miss Asagiri." The teen smirked as Priss gritted her teeth. "As for who I am, I'm Max. Although... considering the looks on your faces, that ain't good enough." "Why don't you tell us who you really are," Linna suggested. "Alright. I did say I'd explain to you last night, didn't I? Well, here goes. I just hope you're ready for it, 'cause I'm not gonna leave a damn thing out. The name I used to go by is Mackey Stingray." "Try again." Sylia interrupted. "My brother is right over there and you mispronounced his name. It's Mackie, not Mackey." "So? You just said so yourself: our names are pronounced differently, probably spelled differently, too. A lot of what I'm going to say won't make a damn bit of sense until the end so please don't interrupt." When everyone nodded, Max continued. "Okay, just to clear up a few things, whenever I use any of your names,
just assume I'm talking about someone else with the same name. Got it? Well,
it all started in..." "Thankfully, we found her only a couple days later, wandering around in the desert not far from her wasted hardsuit. After that, things went back to normal for a while, though there were far less Rogue Boomer incidents. Nigel and I rebuilt the hardsuits and Motoslave. Well, not long after, I started aging. You have to realize that for almost a decade and a half before that, I hadn't aged a single day. After running a series of tests, we found out that my Core had been altered. "Theoretically, I possessed all the powers Galatea did, but nothing I did could bring them out. I was also aging twice as fast as a normal human. After that, everyone started gradually distancing themselves from me. I won't go into detail about what happened in the following three years, but things changed. A lot. "About a year and a half after my growth spurt started, it abruptly stopped, leaving me like I am now. Linna came out of the closet. Heh, shocked the hell out of everyone. Sylia and Nigel finally tied the knot. Dear God, that was disturbing. Seeing someone who consistently wears only coveralls, wears his hair in a ragged ponytail, and doesn't shave for days at a time clean shaven, his hair combed and cut short, dressed in a tuxedo. Honestly, I have no bloody clue how Sylia managed to get him to wear one. Priss and Leon broke up a little while after that. "Here comes the real killer on that part. Priss got absolutely plastered one night real soon after her break up with Leon and ended up at Linna's house. She'd just had a falling out with a girlfriend that had told her she was only good for a one night stand and was almost as drunk as Priss was. I don't know what they did that night, though I do have a pretty good idea." Max leaned his head back, lying it on the bed, and chuckled dryly. Part way through the story, he'd migrated to the floor, leaning against the side of the bed. "If Linna coming out of the closet was a shocker, Priss doing the same thing the day after was enough to floor everyone. To my knowledge, they hadn't broken up by the time I left. Anyway, about three years after Galatea was destroyed, Nene's sister, Yuri, came to live with her. That was sorta the straw that broke the camel's back on our already strained relationship. Admittedly, I was to blame for a lot of it. "A few months after my growth spurt stopped, I noticed my temper started getting a lot worse. I began avoiding everyone when I could, afraid I'd lose it and blow up at one of them or do something else to totally alienate them. That's also when I started wearing sunglasses; my eyes would glow green like when Galatea was controlling me if I got really angry. The angrier I get, the more they glow. I gradually built up a wall around my emotions, blocking them out in hopes of keeping my temper reined in. "Then, after Yuri arrived, all it took was a single snide comment for me to snap and lose control. What I had truly feared happening happened. I went Rogue. Nene was there when it happened. She managed to get Yuri out before she got hurt. Then, Nene, bless her heart, tried to calm me down, but it was too late. Even though I remember every goddamn detail of when I'm Rogue, I somehow managed to block out what happened next. "All I remember is that one second, Nene's standing in front of me, trying to calm me down; the next, I'm staring down at my hand. It was covered in blood. Nene was lying on the floor at my feet in a pool of blood, a gaping hole in her chest, her lifeless eyes staring up at me accusingly. Even though all the proof of what happened was right there in front of me, my mind couldn't seem to make the connection, as if refusing to believe what my eyes were telling me. "Yuri's scream knocked my brain into gear. With horrifying clarity, I realized what happened. For lack of a better word, I panicked. I ran out of the apartment complex and straight into Priss and Linna. For whatever reason, they'd taken the Motoslave to visit Nene. After I pushed past them and took the Motoslave, everything gets blurry. I don't know how long I ran, but eventually I came across some sort of field test for a new Boomer of some sort. Thing looked like a deep sea drilling Boomer with a lightning rod tied to its back. Stupid fools testing it had it out during a lightning storm for some reason. Well, I still wasn't thinking clearly and drove the Motoslave straight into it just as a lightning bolt hit it. One flash of light later and I'm on Genaros, though I had no friggin' clue at the time. "The first person I met there was Sylvie. She can tell you the rest if she wants. I need to get some air. Dredging up all those bad memories has left a bad taste in my mouth. Hope you understand." "Hold it," Priss stated, blocking the door as he approached it. "What is it?" Max sighed, stopping. "You don't actually expect us to believe that bullshit, do you?" "Heh." Max chuckled. "I expect you to believe whatever the hell you want to believe, Ms. Asagiri. Now please move out of my way." "Not till you've told us the truth, not some chicken-shit fairy tale." Max smirked evilly, sending an involuntary chill down Priss' spine. Before she could react, the teen had grabbed her by the throat and lifted her two feet off the ground. "I'll say this only once, Ms. Asagiri. Depression fuels my Rogue Syndrome just as easily as anger does. And right now, I'm close enough to going Rogue that if I don't take the time to get some air and calm down, I'll wind up butchering everyone in this room. Do you understand?" Priss glared hatefully at Max in response, her face turning red. The singer grabbed Max's fingers to try and pry them off her throat, but her strength was nowhere near a match for his. Just what the hell is he?! He's as strong as a 55-C, but he couldn't be! He'd not big enough! And Sylia said his skin was actual skin, not that fake stuff a 55-C has. The sound of a small click from a short distance behind his head caught Max's attention, coupled with Priss' strained smirk. Without a word, the teen released the woman, who fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Max turned around to stare down the barrel of a mini-revolver held by Sylia, her face an expressionless mask. Looking past her, Max could see Sylvie staring at him in shock while the other two Knight Sabers and Mackie's glares could have melted steel. "Are you alright, Priss?" Priss nodded silently, still sucking in air. "I would have released her when she answered my question or passed out," Max snapped, starting to lose control of his emotions, "whichever came first. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd rather not black out and find myself in the middle of a bloodbath again, thank you very much." Without another word, Max turned around and opened the door to leave. "Where are you going?" Sylia asked coldly. "The roof. Best place to get some air," Max answered instantly. "I'll go with you." Sylia stated, sliding the gun into a pocket. "There are still some questions I'd like answered." "Hehehe. Pro'lly be your funeral, lady," Max chuckled oddly, then walked out of the room before anyone could say anything, Sylia following him a moment later. The room was silent for several moments as Priss finished catching her breath, then turned to Sylvie. "I think there are a few questions you need to answer, Sylvie." On the roof of the building, Sylia watched silently as Max sat cross- legged, his back to her and his arms folded across his chest. The teen had assumed that position and lowered his head almost as soon as they were out the door. She'd tried asking him a question or two, but his reply had been blunt both times. "Quiet. I need time and silence or else I'll go Rogue." "If you don't shut up right now, I'll allow myself to go Rogue, damnit!" Sylia barely suppressed a shiver that threatened to run the length of her spine as she remembered his voice each time he'd spoken. The first time, his voice had been so cold, it could have given glaciers advice. After her second attempted question, his voice had been nearly hysterical with what sounded like an insane giggle near the end. "So what did you want to ask me?" Sylia jerked in surprise and looked up slightly to see Max standing before her, his face an expressionless mask. "That was certainly quick," Sylia commented. "Practice." Max smirked ruefully. "Way, way too much practice for my liking. What about those questions you wanted answered?" "Oh, yes. First off, last night your motorcycle -" "Stingray." "What?" Sylia blinked in surprise. "His name is Stingray. Chalk it up to sentimentality, nostalgia, whatever. But call him by his name." "Very well. Last night, Stingray mentioned something about a quantum shift being impossible. I was hoping you could clarify that a bit." Max stepped up beside her and leaned against the wall near the door, sighing. "I'm not too sure on all this myself, but when I was transported to Genaros, Stingray detected a large cloud of quantum particles floating around us. Based on that, I've come up with a rough theory of what happened. I think the Boomer I rammed with Stingray was being used in some sort of quantum physics experiment, probably to create some sort of portal to who-knows-where. "Judging by the weather conditions at the time, I'm also assuming that they needed a huge surge of electricity to power it, hence the lightning pole. What most likely happened what that, somehow, Stingray's ECM and ECCM fields expanded when I ran into the Boomer, which also happened to be at the exact moment the lightning bolt hit it. "I may not know much about quantum physics in general, but I read enough here and there to know that I'm insanely lucky to be alive, much less in one piece. Anyway, calculate all those factors in, and somehow you'll come up with me being shot from my world to this one; in a space station in geosynch orbit, no less." "That is easily one of the strangest things I've ever heard." Sylia stated after a few moments of silence. "But I prefer to keep an open mind. I've studied enough about quantum physics to know that something like what you think happened isn't impossible, just extremely improbable. Plus you sounded sincere enough during both explanations, so I've no real reason to doubt you. For now." "But you still don't trust me, right?" Sylia stepped away from the wall and turned to face Max, who raised an eyebrow questioningly. "No, I don't. And that also brings me to my next question. Since you know who we are - and have known for some time, it seems - what do you plan to do with that knowledge?" "If you're wondering whether or not I'll reveal your identities to the public, why would I? There's no gain in it for me, since I don't consider you enemies, plus I'd have to give some evidence, which I don't have. Also, my own identity would be called into question. I have no indentification for this time period, no history, no family, nothing. People would be a bit suspicious if some unknown vagabond shows up spouting what would seem like utter nonsense about the Knight Sabers." When Sylia's response to his statement was to merely continue staring at him, Max sighed. "Alright." Max said, placing his right hand over his heart. "I swear on my life that I will not reveal any of your identities to anyone that does not already have hard, clear, irrevocable evidence about who you really are." Sylia's lips twitched slightly, as if trying to become a smile. "Thank you. I do hope it doesn't come to that." "You no more so than I," Max replied. "However, you'll be on a sort of probation period until we're absolutely sure we can trust you." "No problem." "One last thing: you were deliberately vague in your explanation of what happened after Galatea was destroyed. Why?" "Everybody has their secrets, Sylia. Even though I trusted you enough to tell you my story, it doesn't mean I trust you enough to give you all the details. Yet." "Very well." Sylia sighed. "However, choosing not to tell us everything will extend your probation period." "Heh, no skin off my ass, really. Maybe I'll consider it if you cough up
all your secrets." Max smirked when Sylia flinched in surprise, then continued
before she could respond verbally. "So what say we go back down and see how the
others are doing, eh?" "If you knew he was a Boomer, why'd you trust him?" Sylvie sighed and took a sip of her tea, mulling over Linna's question. "Because I didn't know what kind of Boomer he is. I still don't, really. And after he protected me on Genaros, I didn't have any reason not to trust him." "Protected you?" Priss asked, suddenly interested. "A couple of men were hanging around the area where Max was hiding. When I came by to check up on Max, they accosted me and tried to force me to..." Sylvie hesitated a moment and lowered her head, finishing her sentence in a low voice, "to service them." "What?!" Sylvie looked up at the unanimous exclamation to see the other four occupants of the room staring at her in shock. "Those pigs!" Priss snarled. "I can't believe someone would be sick enough to do something like that!" Nene added. "Then you need to grow up. Scum like those two bastards is all too common." Everyone turned to see Sylia and Max walk into the room. Sylia returned to the chair she'd been sitting in previously as Max leaned against the wall in the corner next to Sylvie. "Just wait 'til you hear what happened to those two bastards." After glancing at Max and seeing his almost imperceptible nod, Sylvie continued. "Before they could really do anything, Max showed up. He either saw what was going on or heard them speaking. He didn't even give them a warning before he attacked. One of the men had a prosthetic arm. Max ripped it off and beat them unconscious with it. Then he threw them down the street. They landed nearly a hundred meters away. I... I don't know whether or not they survived." The Knight Sabers looked over at Max to see him scratching at something on the back on one hand with the other. When he felt their gazes on him, he looked around almost cluelessly. "What?" Max asked innocently. "What do you mean what?" Linna asked. "Don't you care that you may have killed those two men?" "For your information, that was over a month ago. Also, those two bastards were trying to rape the first person to show me any kindness since I came here just because they thought they were better than us." "Us?" Sylia suddenly cut in. "Yeah... us." Max chuckled nervously. "I was a vagabond up there and Sylvie was... one of the bottom rung workers. Heh, heh." "It's alright, Max." Sylvie sighed, placing her cup on the table before her. "They would have found out eventually, anyway." "Yeah, I know. Want me to say it?" "Why not? It should be easier for you to say it; you've got no sense of tact." "Hmph. Sylvie's a 33-S Sexaroid Boomer." Max stated, then grinned evilly. "Also, just to spite her previous 'owner' - pfeh, he was a cowardly bastard if I ever saw one - Sylvie had me reprogram her to 'swing the other way.' Bet that puts a whole new spin on your relationship, eh, Priss?" "Ma-ax!" Sylvie growled angrily, blushing furiously and seemingly oblivious to the reactions of the room's other occupants. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it, sis?" Max smirked at her, inwardly chuckling at the stunned expressions on everyone's faces save Sylia. "Besides, that's something someone without tact would have done, isn't it?" "I will get you back for that, just you wait," Sylvie hissed, still not noticing everyone's reactions. Priss shook her head as if to rattle something loose and ignored Max's comment to focus on the bigger issue. "Sylvie... you're a... Boomer? Why didn't you tell me?" "How could I?" Sylvie replied, looking at the floor, refusing to meet Priss' gaze. "I... I didn't know how you'd react." Max glanced at Priss to see that she was paying attention to only Sylvie, who wasn't paying attention to anything, then turned his head toward Sylia and nodded toward the door. She raised an eyebrow questioningly, only to receive the same gesture accompanied by a short jerk of his thumb toward the door. "But... I thought you trusted me..." Sylia glanced at the same two women Max had, then nodded slightly in understanding. By then, Priss had walked forward to stand a few feet in front of Sylia, facing Sylvie. The leader of the Knight Sabers stood up as silently as she could, gestured for Mackie, Nene, and Linna to follow her, then followed Max toward the door. The group crept through the doorway and managed to shut the door without making enough noise to disturb the two other women. "I do, Priss... but I didn't know what you thought of Boomers. I didn't know if you'd try and return me to GENOM or not. I'm sorry. If you don't want anything to do with me... I'll understand." Silence hung heavily in the air until Sylvie felt a hand grip hers. She gasped and looked up to see Priss leaning down in front of her so they were eye level with each other, a faint smile on her lips. "Sylvie, I don't care if you're a Boomer or not. What hurt me was that you didn't trust me enough to tell me." Priss paused before hesitantly adding, "Outside of the Knight Sabers, you're the only friend I have." "Priss, I..." Sylvie stared up at Priss for a moment before turning away and pulling her hand from Priss'. "How can you be so kind to me? I'm a Boomer; nothing more than a machine! Just a goddamn machine!" Sylvie's head was jerked back toward Priss' face, who was now glaring angrily at the other woman from only a few inches away. "Don't you ever say that again!" Priss growled. "You are a person! Not a machine! Just because you came into this world a little differently than others doesn't make a damn bit of difference to me! I -" Priss paused, as if realizing what she was about to say, then continued in a softer tone. "I care about you, Sylvie." "Thank you, Priss..." Sylvie's voice trailed off as the two pulled each
other into a tight hug. Max gently shut the door, careful not to make much sound, and turned around to see the two Stingrays, Nene, and Linna watching him. The teen sighed and leaned against the wall next to the door. "Just why did we have to leave the room?" Linna asked pointedly. "If Priss and Sylvie want you to know, they'll tell you," Max answered, then pushed off the wall and started to walk past them. "Where are you going?" Sylia asked. "Home." Max replied over his shoulder just before disappearing around a
corner in the hall. "Need to tell the others we're okay and I left my cell phone
back home." Sorry if Max's identity was too obvious in the first chapter. But I wanted people who've seen BGC 2040 to tell who he was with only moderate difficulty. C&C is welcome, flamers will be used as target practice by the Knight Sabers. |
Crossed Crisis
By: Raiu Kusanagi
Probably one of the first - if not the first - x-overs of its kind. Just read to find out.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 11,574 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: Nov 5, 2002 - Published: Mar 22, 2002 - id: 672737
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