Neo-Jetnisis, Jet Grind Radio fic by none other than DJ Heat...

Shibuya-cho...

"It's the top pirate station in the nation! Hip-hop and hardcore, nobody could want more, straight out of a private studio, it's Jet Set Radio! We've got trouble in the city, things don't look good, there's a gang war startin in this neigborhood! The Cyber B-boys and Board Bombers are workin together, man this could be the worst war ever! Looks like it's up to the GGs to save the day, with a little help from Razor and Blade! Jet Set Radioooooo!"

Beat hurried to catch up with Razor and Blade, he was fast, but their nitrium scooters were far more easier to maneuver than his skates.
"Where exactly are we going?"
"Anywhere to get away from those pigs." Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps and shouting were heard.
"Stop those kids!" Onishima was cheerier than usual, maybe because today was payday, and he'd get a bonus if he nabbed more rudies. He spoke in his walkie-talkie back to HQ.
"This is Onishima! Special Agent Becker, where the hell is that back-up you promised? And who the hell is this snitch you keep talking about?!"
"Patience is a virtue Captain Onishima... I told you, if she finds any new information, she will contact YOU." Special Agent Becker relaxed at the Tokyo-to Police Station, he was in no hurry, he was quite amused to see Captain Onishima's short temper, he couldn't help but pity him a little, after all, Onishima's only job was to arrest rudies, but if it wasn't for the GGs taking out other rudies and leaving them to be arrested, Onishima would be unemployed by now.


Benten-cho, 1 week ago:
The Cyber B-boys ruled this city of the night. It seems all the techno-freaks like to hang here. The Cyber B-boys prefer to hang out on the flat rooftops and pump their hip-hop from their head stereos while they breakdance. Of course, they still tag to keep their territory.
"Unit-Zroe1, there's a problem in sector 3!" The Cyber B-boys had given themselves unit numbers, they were half-human/half-machine, but all dangerous.
"What is it? Is there a rival gang undermining our authority?" Unit Zroe1 considered itself the leader of the group. Why? It was the first to undergo the cybernetic surgery that made it what it was today.
"Strange... it seems that they are humans, riding some sort of new nitrium-powered vehicle. The stats of which are simply amazing! They easily rival our cyber-skates!"
"You can't be serious! You mean to tell me that a HUMAN has actually managed to beat our technology?! Impossible! Unit-one8seven, go and see to it that these humans are given a formal greeting!"
"Right away!" Unit-one8seven grabbed some cans and loaded the paint into its right arm airbrush. It was ready for some action. It saw the humans riding what looked like skateboards.
"Halt! I am Unit-one8seven, of the Cyber B-boys! What are you doing in our turf?" One of the boarders looked up at it from underneath his black hat, he had a goatee and wild contacts in his eye.
"Sup? We're the Board Bombers, and we're gonna take over this place. If we combine your technological know-how with our new boards, we can rule Tokyo-to. Whaddaya say to this proposition?"
"Never! The Cyber B-boys would not sell out to other gangs! If we make it to the top, it will be by our own means!" Unit-one8seven had a strong sense of pride in the Cyber B-boys, it had worked hard at programming its tagging protocols to be perfect in order to be where they were now, they had ruled Benten-cho without any help from the society that shunned them. They had succeeded ALONE, and that was very important to him.
"Well then... have it your way... but I'm still going to see your leader." The kid hit a button on his skateboard, a small object slid out from underneath and propped up.
"I'm sure you know what an EMP charge can do to a cyborg." The Board Bomber had a look of evil in his eye.
"No! Not that! Please! An Electromagneti-BZZZT!" Unit-one8seven slumped to the ground, its circuits fried...

Shibuya-cho:
The remnants of the GGs pondered what their course of action would be, Beat was the one that normally did the strategy, but Tab and Gum weren't too bad at that either.
"Damn... what do we do? We don't have a clue at all! Who are Razor and Blade?" Gum analyzed the situation in her head. According to the others, their comrades had disappeared with no sign of struggle or any clue at all... How is that possible?!
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMN IT ALL! It just doesn't make SENSE to me!" It just wasn't logical to her.
"Bzzhhtt..." Tab turned up the volume on the radio.
"Ey! Shhh!"
"Jet Set Radiooo! This is the original Jet Set DJ! Professor K! Now I know I've been hidin, but it's time for me to face my feaaaars! You hear that Becker? I'm still innocent! Ok kids, this message specifically goes out to GGs! It seems that if y'all wanna your friends, you have to take out the Board Bombers AND the Cyber B-boys! Man there's trouble brewin! Speakin of new technology, people in Grind City are PISSED about kids ridin round on nitrium-scooters! Now THAT's an invention! Well, gotta go before this frequency gets traced, stay cool and keep it real! Jet Set Radiooooooooooooo!"

"Nitrium-scooters eh? Those might give us an edge against those Board Bombers."
"Hell no! There's no way I'm givin up my skates! I'm gonna beat those Bombers on my blades!" Tab was a blade purist, he'd die before he'd ride anything else.
"Well, maybe we could ask them for help! Yeah! Me, Tab, and Cube'll head down to Grind City, the rest of you stay here, and stay safe! Go for the hidden stash of cans in the couch cushions if you need ammo!"

"Jet Set Radiooooooooooo! Now let's take a look at the current situation, Dr. J and Professor K running the pirate powerstation!"
"That's right kids! Welcome to the joint collaboration known as JET SET RADIOOOOOO! It seems the GGs are heading to Grind City, but for what reason? Those Board Bombers aren't letting up in their attack of Tokyo-to! Kogane-cho is already covered in their tags! Looks like Shibuya-cho is being hit by the Cyber B-boys! Oh no! What a cruel world we live in! Jet Set Radiooooooo!"

END CHAPTER 3.

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