Bubblegum Crisis Slider 2040 © J Robert 'Hawkeye' T Howard

Disclaimer

Bubblegum Crisis 2040 is owned by AIC and ADV, I do not plan to make any money from this work of art, I just did it for a laugh and hope everyone enjoyed it.

This work is set it 2040 world of bubblegum Crisis, Our hero is misplaced from his duties in the world of the 2033 OVA Bubblegum Crisis and is some how misplaced into the world of 2040 bubblegum Crisis. This is set before Avatar Special

-BOOM- Glass and dust was thrown everywhere are the room imploded, as Robert threw himself on top of Linna to protect her. As the dust cleared he looked around the nightclub as people began screaming and rush for the exits.

"Owwiee" some one said, he looked down.

"O'man" Robert immediately turned red as he realised that he was still atop of Linna "You Okay?" he asked as he rolled over and crouched beside her.

"Yes.... What hit me?"

"Err... a twelve stone ADP cop" Robert answered back with a grin, but that grin soon disappeared as he saw the boomer. It let out an electronic scream and almost shattered the ear drums of any one who heard it.

"Linna run" he said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Run for the stage" he answered back.

"Okay" and with that she set off running for the stage.

"Okay brother your mine" Robert said calmly as he turn bout as he faced the boomer head on. The boomer didn't quite know what to make of this human, most humans ran away from it, maybe it was time to play it thought. Sweat was starting to roll off of Robert face as he tired to think what to do.

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Mean while outside an AD police cruser was trying to make it way through the crowd of panicking people.

"Sir, we got to go on ahead on foot there's no way we can go through this" Leon looked at the Kid who was sitting next to him.

"Okay, grab the rifle, and make sure you're wearing all your armour kid" he answered back as he killed the engine power and opened his door. "Totem pole this is McNichol and Barnes, we are proceeding on foot to the Night Club Hot leg's, how long till backups arrives" the response came as followed in an electronic voice.

"ETA 22 minutes for TAC team D253 to arrived"

"22 minutes it be all over then" Leon spat out.

"Sorry sir that our best estimated" the controller at Dispatch answered.

"That figures" he muttered as his partner signalled that he was ready to go.

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"Some one Help me" Someone had said to catch Linna attention as she climbed up onto the stage trying to find a way out of the night Club.

"Hun?" she noticed one of the guitar players kneeling over a body before her "what happened" she asked as she rushed over to help.

"She bleeding badly" he said pointing to a large piece of metal embedded in the woman Stomach. 'Sht it her' Linna thought as she recognised the face of the Singer in front of her lying there on the floor of the stage.

"We need to stop the bleeding" she said as she saw a pool of blood forming below the Girl "Give me your T-shirt" and the man began pulling off the shirt. "What her name" Linna asked him as he handed over the shirt and she began to apply pressure to the wound.

"She called Priss, Arr god she can't die" he started mumbling and backing away from the body of his friend and band member. 'Come on Robert, I need your help now, I can't do this alone'

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The confrontation between Robert 'Hawkeye' Howard and the rouge boomer came down to a staring contest. The face off might not have been what Robert was expecting but he was glad because it meant that he was saving lives as the boomer wasn't doing anything else to endanger the people there.

"So what are we going to do?" he stared at what must have been the boomers eye's, but being unfamiliar with this worlds boomers and it being in a state of stampeding, he couldn't be sure. He realised that he had to end it soon, only problem he had was that he couldn't take down the boomer without knowing where its core was. With careful slow movements of his right hand, Robert reached behind his back and unclasped the cover on his guns holster.

"Care to dance" he mumbled as his hand gripped the handle of the gun. But before he had the chance to do anything, someone else decided to make a major mistake.

"AD POLICE" someone had shouted, Robert's head flew towards the direction of the voice. There in the doorway of the night club stood two officers in full armour gear, one with his rifle raised and already aimed at the boomer.

"O crap" Robert swore silently as he saw the boomer tense up. 'Got to get out of the way' he realised, leaping out of its way as the boomer started to charge towards the two officers. The larger of the two officers made the wise choice of getting out of its way. The more inexperience one just stood there, letting the bullets in the clip of his rifle do their job by unloading them at the charging boomer. The following action didn't really have the desired results, it just kept on coming and the ammo ran out as the boomer came with in a few feet of him. As he heard the familiar –click- of the rifle bolt sounding that the camber was empty, he let out a bloodcurdling scream, as the boomer hit him head on with the force of a freight train. There was nothing anyone could do for him, Robert realised it as he saw the body hit the floor all force of life with-in him was gone.

'That things got to go down now' realised Robert as he saw the full force of this rouge boomer carnage. He could still hear the screams from people who were cowering for their lives. He knew that he had to take it down here and now.

"Ok boomer, this ends now" he shouted as he levelled his ADP Eswat issue revolver at the back of the boomer. Upon hearing this threat from the human the boomer slowly faced him, as it saw the gun levelled at it, it soon realised that this human was now a threat. It began to charge at Robert, he had no choice. He pulled back the hammer on the revolver, and squeezed the trigger. The hammer fell and the cartridge discharge, the bullet flew down the barrel and flew towards the rouge boomer. Robert embraced for the expected impact, but it never came.

As the .39 bullet hit home, piercing the boomer casing. A most unexpected thing happen, the Ordnance had been design for an entity different type of boomer. In this case it wasn't a military boomer that Robert was facing. It had been designed to enter the boomer and cause as much damage to it command nerve pathways, disrupting its commands. The designer of this universe boomer had never foreseen it to take this type of punishment. As the electromagnetic fragments hit the nerve pathways it caused a major feedback that happened in microseconds, the energy of the feedback caused the boomers core to fry itself in a matter of seconds.

It never would have stood a chance with out its core to control it, the boomer crashed to the floor after I lost control.

-Crash- Robert just stood there, he couldn't believe the amount of damage his ordnance had done to the boomer, and he hadn't quite seen anything like it before. With slow careful steps he made his way towards the rouge boomer body and with a tapping of his foot. He tired to get a response from it, to see if it was dead or not.

"IS it dead?" someone else asked, Robert looked up and found himself facing the other ADP officer, he couldn't tell who he was because of the helmet and its mask. But he was wearing sergeant chevrons on his arms.

"Yes, I thinks so, what's your name Sergeant?" Robert asked as he stepped back and re-holstered his gun.

"It's Sergeant Leon McNichol, can I ask your name" he answered back, as he removed the helmet faceplate. Robert felt in his jacket pocket and produced his ADP Branch Shield.

"It's LT 'Hawkeye' Howard, Leon" the sergeant looked at the shield and ID for a couple of seconds as he check its authenticity "Can you call in Medic and Backup"

"Okay Lt" Leon answered back and he turned about and check the body of his partner "This is McNichol, come in dispatch the situation has been dealt with Medics are requested ASAP, one ADP officer dead, two officers on scene now, back up and clean up crews are also requested.

"Roger Nigh Stalker beat us to it again, right?" the female dispatcher asked taking a guess at the situation from Leon statement.

"Negative, No Night Stalkers on this one, it was dealt with by the ADP only" his voice full of pride.

"You're kidding me?"

"Negative" Leon spoke out and with that he went about checking the conditions of the people who where lying around on the floor from their injuries.

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"Linna, Linna where are you?" Robert shouted with the full force of his lungs, as he looked for her.

"Over here" he looked and saw her waving from the top of the stage.

"You Okay" he asked before he leaped up onto the stage.

"God, we need help, she losing a lot of blood" Linna said while she tried to stop as much as Priss blood as possible.

Robert looked closely and carefully at the wound, from what he had seen and what he knew it was bad as soon as he saw it. They had to get her to a hospital as soon as possible or she would die.

"Good, now keep that pressure on there" he told Linna as she examined Priss wounds, 'not good it's too weak' he realised.

"What are we going to do" Linna spoke out, seeing this woman who she had briefly me a few hours ago near death.

"LEON!" Robert shouted out "We need a Medic now! Or better yet a first aid kit" Leon hearing this looked up ad understood what Robert meant.

"I'll be right back" he said as he rushed out side to get the medic pack from his car. Robert attention meanwhile was drifting back towards Priss 'we need to keep her stable' raced through his mind

"Keep that pressure down" Robert prompted Linna, as he check Priss pulse again. As Linna pushed the rag down, Priss let out a scream as she came out of her unconscious.

"Fuk, that hurts" she scream with rage in her voice, the pain was becoming unbearable to her.

"Miss Asagiri please remain charm and hold still" Robert told Priss as he gripped her shoulder and stopped her from moving and making her wound any worse.

"I can swear all I fucking want, you Bastard" she bit back at Robert for his remark "its hurts so I'll like to express it, you ADP pig" then without warning her face went blank.

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Out side Leon reached round behind the seat and extracted the medical kit bag from his patrol car as the first of the ADP Back-up arrived on the scene.

"Hey Sarge, what's the situation" one of the first troopers off of the truck said to Leon.

"This way" he said as he led the group into the night club "We got wounded people and they need immediate medical attention. The four of you secure the boomer, the rest of you help with the wounded" and with that Sergeant Leon McNichol left them to do their job as he set about to do his job.

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"O shit" Robert pronounced as he saw her response, with a quick jab to her neck artery to check her pulse. "Shit she's going into cardiac arrest" turning to Leon who was walking over to them. "Leon get your butt over here now, she crashing" Leon upon hearing this, rushed over to Robert side.

"We got to start CPR now or we're lose her" Leon spoke out, Robert grabbed the Medical bag and he ripped it open. He produced a spray can which he handed to Linna.

"Spray this on the wound it should stop the bleeding" he told her and he searched through the bag again and pulled out a device to produce artificial breathing. Turning to Leon he told him "Began to pump the heart, after I start breathing ventilation"

"Right, come on don't die on us" Robert placed the breathing device over the girls mouth after he had checked her airway was clear.

"Now" he told Leon, who began pumping the chest.

"Come on, Start breathing" Leon shouted after pumping the heart twice, before giving Robert the chance to fill the lungs full of fresh air. 'Come on' they both thought as they battled to resuscitate her. It would be a pitched battle, would they be able to save her...

TBC

Author rant;

Sorry about the delay in updating, but I been busy trying to write in one of my other stories and I got a bad case of the block on it. I up and decided one day to have a go on this story. Well Hope you enjoyed it.

'Hawkeye'