Author's EXTREMLY IMPORTANT Note: Yes, my dear readers, this is the end of this fan fiction. El Finite. Done. Fin.. There is nothing more to be done, so I will do no more....G'g'g'-goodbye folks! I will now have fun with many other fan fictions of doom...hope you enjoyed "The Lack of Fear", and thanks for all the reviews!

Shout Outs:

Guin: How 'bout I kill your history teacher, and replace him or her with a small little chip in your brain that supplies you with all knowledge regarding to history, so that you can #AHEM# Update your fan fiction? Churchill you say? My brother says I remind him of Micky Mouse for some reason, despite the fact that I am not a male, or a mouse, or wear red cover-alls with golden buttons, or have a squeaky voice or.......I'll stop now. Heh.

Whisky: #Grins happily# YAY TOAD TOY!!

Lechar: I had originally had IEP kick the X-Men's collective asses, but, I had forgotten about Kurt...and thus, the chapter twist was born. THANK YOU PLOT BUNNIES OF REMEMBERANCE!!!

Lechar #again#: Hehehe...that was just a rouse! I BRILLIANT ROUSE TO GET YOU TO READ ALL OF MY INSANE BLABBERING!! BWUAHAHAHHAHA!!! Ray is mine. Hehehe. I keep him locked up in my tool shed.

Leen713: Hehehehe.... I quite enjoyed writing that scene. Don't know why. I suppose because I have a video-like mind, my perverted self was imagining Toad dressing and...#is given odd looks# Did I say that aloud?

GoldenGryffyn: ARE YOU INSANE?! Never EVER, EVER, EVER cut back on coffee....tis the best thing in the world. May there never be a shortage of that wonderful drink that is loaded with cream and maple sugar...mmmm.....

Lechar #again again#: Hello to you too! I myself was thinking of the dramatic excelleration of reviews....hehehe. YAY! REVEWS!! But...I hope you have read the Author's Note and have seen that this is the Final chapter of "Lack of Fear".

Carmilla: What exactly do you mean by that? Is there a plot in my story, or is a plot twist coming up with Katana...etc? Hopefully you will clarify in your next review of the Final Chapter of my fic.

Chapter Fifteen: The End

Tessa Reynolds sighed, looking up from the tedium of setting up police barriers as Katana's squad car skidded to a stop.

Katana was just a cadet, and not a particularly spectacular one either. She had graduated the academy in the middle of her class, she was a fairly good shot, but not the best. What people remembered her most for was her value of even a single life. She was known to sacrifice life and limb (more accurately, right index finger) to make sure everybody got away unscathed. She never seemed to give up. Sometimes it was admirable, and sometimes it was just damn irritating-because she seemed to work for the assailant's and the victim.

"Which floor was the explosion on, Tessa?"

"The twenty-eighth believe... the top one." She said, setting up more barriers, obviously haggard.

"Alright," said Katana, making sure her gun was primed and ready. She climbed the stairs without caution, even though she was reaching the classified zone of the organization. All of the traps had been nullified for the investigation.

As she reached the twenty-eighth floor, the air became thick with the dust of plaster and other debris. She waved her hand around in a futile attempt to clear her vision, then moved onward.

"Hello?" she asked. "Anybody up here?" she walked closer to what seemed to be a lump of black clothing. "Hello? Are you alright?"

Jaye woke up, her body stiff and sore. She could already tell that her healing factor had taken care of most of the damage from the...from the what? She didn't remember getting in to any fights or... Mortimer... she looked around the area where she lay- a small quagmire by the side of the FOH office building.

Johnny lay beside her, apparently unconscious, but breathing. Mortimer wasn't there. .

Katana squatted down, and poked the lump. She was surprised to get a reaction from it, just a slight groan, and a shift of weight. "Are you alright?" she asked a little louder, trying to coax the victim out of unconsciousness. But, it seemed as if he had other ideas. She sighed, not knowing what to do.

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Thank you all my loyal reviewers, and with this last note, I bid you, fair-well.