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Syaoran's Angels

Chapter 1: Russian Rampage

Location: Moscow, Russia

Tomoyo smiled flirtatiously to the man sitting across from her in the bar and casually sipped her drink without taking her eyes off him. The man smiled back pleased to see a good-looking twenty-year-old woman flirting with him.

Whilst all this was going on, Tomoyo was comparing the man to the mental picture she had in her head.

He's the one she thought.

Casually she looked around the Russian bar and spotted Sakura dancing on stage surrounded by a dozen cheering man.

Sakura winked saucily at them and twirled gracefully around revealing a little too much thigh for Tomoyo's liking but her friend and partner was doing a fine job as a distraction.

Sakura winked back at Tomoyo before bending down and grabbing one of her admirer's necktie causing more howls of approval.

"Would you like a drink?" the man she had been looking at sauntered over and gave her a lazy grin.

Tomoyo replied in Russian.

"Of course," she grinned up at him blasting him with one of her million watt grins.

"So what's your name?" he asked seating down beside her 'accidentally' placing his hand over hers.

"Nikia Roma," Tomoyo grinned giving him a fake name, "What's your name?"

"Derrick," he gestured for one of the waiter's to come.
Fake name Tomoyo thought knowing full well the man's name was Marcus Ruflac.

"What would you like to drink?" 'Derrick' asked, "It's on me."

"Vodka," Tomoyo smiled back at him keeping up her flirting façade, "I like drinking something strong when I'm with a man."

Tomoyo inwardly sniggered as the man's face brightened. He quickly ordered two vodkas whilst still flirting with Tomoyo.

When the drinks came, Tomoyo sipped her glass slowly barely letting any of it actually going down her throat. A small trick she had learnt whilst Derrick/Marcus swigged his down in five seconds flat and ordered a whole bottle.

Tomoyo continued chatting to him carefully giving him more than friendly glances and even made herself touch his hand a few times. He was so drunk that he didn't even notice that she hadn't drank much of her vodka.

"So, what do you do?" she asked the drunk man.

"I'm a mobster," the man boasted.

Jackpot!

Syaoran had sent his three angels to Russia, their mission: to rescue one of his captured informants who was currently being held by Russian gang leaders. Syaoran had told them the identity of one the leaders and told the girls to use him to gain access to the informant and free him. The informant apparently had important information about the disk Sakura had stolen from Spinnel Corporation. Tomoyo shoved those thoughts to the back of her head and proceeded with her plan.

"I don't believe you," Tomoyo smiled at her with a patronising smile.

"I am!" the man insisted.

"Then show me," the Angel challenged.

Five minutes later, Tomoyo was sitting in the drunken man's limo and was taken to an unknown destination.

Inside the bar, Sakura gave her adoring crowd one last smile and flounced off the stage. Once she was backstage, she quickly changed into some sensible clothes and departed chasing after her friend.

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"Who goes there?" a tall, muscular man cried hefting his semi-automatic weapon.

"Chill, she's with me," Marcus told the guard pushing his weapon away.

Tomoyo followed Marcus into the gangleader's headquarters, which was seemingly an abandoned warehouse along some strange river she had never seen before but inside the whole building had been refurnished and decorated boasting a pool table and a bar to one side.

Tomoyo hoped that the drunken leader couldn't hear the soft beeping of the tracking device she had in her pocket. Sakura and Meiling were probably already tracking her down right now.

"Wow!" Tomoyo gushed, "This is wicked!"

She smiled suggestively at Marcus.

"Do you have a bedroom?"

Marcus grinned like the fool he was and grabbed her arm dragging her across the main foyer to a wooden door.

He kicked the door open to reveal a bedroom as expensive looking as the rest of headquarters. Grinning he dragged her inside and immediately banged the door close behind him and nuzzled against Tomoyo's neck. Tomoyo pretended to giggle and swatted at his hand playfully.

"Down boy," she murmured into his ears.

In one swift moment, Tomoyo punched the man in the face causing a scream of pain and rage. She kicked him in the chest and sent him flying across the room he hit the ground heavily and rolled over.

Tomoyo waited with bated breath for a second and hoped that nobody had heard the short struggled.

Silence.

Swiftly Tomoyo ran to the man and checked his pulse. He wasn't dead but he was knocked out cold.

Tomoyo sniggered wildly and opened the door and walked out.

Time for Operation Rescue.

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'Can you find her?' Sakura's voice came out loud and clear over the microphone.

Meiling glanced down at her scanner, which showed where Tomoyo was. She mentally calculated where she was and nodded with satisfaction.

She was just a block away.

"Yeah, I'm close," Meiling replied.

She revved up her motorbike and screeched down the street when she neared she killed the speed and stopped in front of the warehouse where Tomoyo was.

"I'm in position."

'I'm coming.'

Meiling smiled and waited for some serious butt kicking. Inside she was worried, Tomoyo was deep inside the lion's den so to speak and she wasn't exactly the best fighter out of the three.

Meiling took a deep breath. Tomoyo was smart. She could pull this off. She had to.

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With one swift kick, Tomoyo dispatched another guard silently. Nimbly she leapt over the guard's body and looked curiously at the door in front of her. This one unlike the others was old and falling apart but she wasn't fooled. This one was also heavily locked. There was also a small window fixed into the wood. She peered inside and saw that the room was unlit but she thought she could see someone in there.

It was now or never.

She knelt down and making sure nobody was around inspected the look. Grinning impishly, her grey eyes dancing with glee, Tomoyo reached into her coat pocket and retrieved a leather pouch. She opened it and selected two long strands of oddly shaped wire.

"Easy does it," she murmured.

She gently inserted one of the wires into the padlock and twisted it gently. Nothing. She inserted the other wire in and gently twisted that.

"Bingo," she smiled triumphantly as with a soft click, the lock sprung open. Tomoyo yanked the lock off and dropped it onto the carpeted floor.

Tomoyo pushed the door gently and thankfully it was well oiled so there were no loud squeaks. She didn't want to draw any of the guard's attention now.

The door swung open throwing light into the unlit room. In the middle of room was an old wooden chair. Bound to that chair by rope, chains and god knows what was a badly beaten man. He looked up and began yelling through his gag.

"Shhhh..." Tomoyo told him soothingly, "I work for Syaoran."

The man calmed down as Tomoyo quickly walked over to him and undid his gag.

"I'm Andrew," the man told her quietly as she got to work hacking the ropes binding him with a switchblade she kept with her at all times, "I have information for him."

"Just be quiet and keep calm. I'll get you out of here and then you can tell him yourself," Tomoyo yanked the rope away and glared at the chains as if the force of her will would have caused the chains to shatter.

"This is a problem," she admitted.

Andrew glanced down at his leg, which was also bound by chains.

"There is a lock between my ankles," he told her, "Trying undoing that."

"Thanks," Tomoyo swiftly knelt down and got out her lock-picking kit.

Ruthlessly she attacked the lock and soon Andrew was shakily getting to his feet and painfully stretching his limbs. He winced as he felt the bruises on his face.

"I bet you I don't look so good," he told her smiling ruefully.

Tomoyo grinned up at him.

"If anybody went through what you went through I don't think they'll look good either," Tomoyo grabbed the man's hand, "Let's go."

Swiftly they exited the room and made it to the foyer. That's when they hit an obstacle. An obstacle in the shape of a very drunken and angry man with a very badly broken nose.

"Get her," Marcus growled to his guards.

"Damn," Tomoyo said mildly.

She shoved Andrew to the ground and prepared to do battle as the first guard reached her with a dangerous looking knife in his hands.

"Awww, there's no need to get cut with me," Tomoyo smirked.

The guard let out a bellow like a charging bull and slashed at her. Tomoyo was already in motion. She ducked the guard's swing and kicked his legs out from under him. The guard's grip on his knife loosened and it flew up into the air. The man's eyes widened as gravity grabbed the blade and yanked it down point first. It would have impaled him in the gut if Tomoyo hadn't snagged it from midair.

"I saved you," Tomoyo told the man with a grin, "You owe me."

She punched her in the face and leapt up to face her next attacker. This time it was a woman who was also carrying a knife.

The woman attempted to stab her in the stomach but Tomoyo parried her blade with her own and deflected the attack away. The Japanese Angel brought the blade over her head and tried to slice the guard's head open but the woman brought her knife up and blocked the blow.

"CLANG!" sparks flew from the meeting of the two knifes as Tomoyo kicked the woman in the stomach.

The woman stumbled backwards as Tomoyo used the knocked-out man as a springboard to leap up into the air and land a series of kicks on the woman shoulders and chest before landing on the ground and doing a quick spin kick catching the woman in the chin. The woman stumbled backwards and fell over, knocked out cold.

"You idiots!" Marcus roared, "Shoot her!"

Tomoyo's eyes widened as remaining three guards brought their guns up.

"ANDREW!" she shouted, "GET BEHIND THE BAR!"

Andrew raced to the relative safety of the bar as Tomoyo sprinted at him.

The guards pulled the triggers.

"KISSSSHHHHH!!" glass shattered as bullets flew through the air like angry steel hornets.

The air was filled with the sounds of gunshot as bullets shredded the carpet, the walls, the pool table and the bar.

Splinters of wood flew into the air as glass shattered. Tomoyo and Andrew ducked behind the bar as bullets destroyed everything around them.

"Why do I have the feeling this wasn't part of your plan?" Andrew asked.

Tomoyo shrugged.

"Lucky guess?"

Their conversation was drowned out by the sound of gunshots.

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Meiling jerked up as she heard something familiar. It wasn't very loud but it was there.

"Gunshots," she murmured.

She cursed and spoke into her microphone.

"Sakura! Tomoyo's in trouble! I'm going in!"

'I'll be there in a few minutes. I got lost,' Sakura said ruefully.

Meiling sniggered.

"Remind me to tell you never get lost in a forest."

'Will do. Now go!'

Meiling hopped onto her motorbike and grinned as the motor roared into life.

"Hang on Tomoyo. The cavalry is coming!"

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"How many bullets have they got?" Andrew mused.

"A lot by the sounds of things," Tomoyo replied, "They're probably taking turns in reloading."

Andrew sighed.

"I hate it when they work together."

"Me too."

Tomoyo winced as more bullets thudded into the bottles and glasses above them raining splinters of glass over them.

"Well, this is fun," she growled.

"VRRRRROOOOOOMMMMM!!"

"What the?" Tomoyo took the risk of peering over the bar table.

The door to the warehouse burst open as something charge in. A motorbike?!

Marcus whirled around in time to see a fist smack in his already broken nose. He collapsed without a sound. The leather clad woman on the bike took her feet off the machine and gripping the handlebars tightly whipped both of her legs to the side kicking one of the guards in the back before he had time to react.

"Meiling!" Tomoyo jumped up and jumped back in time to avoid a spray of bullets.

The Chinese Angel directed her bike at one of the other guards and leapt off. The guard managed to jump back as the bike raced past and slammed into the wall. It toppled over but not before creating a giant hole in the plasterboards.

Meiling ripped off her helmet and hurled it at the other guard before moving into action. The girl was amazing.

In two seconds flat, she made it across the room and performing a small backflip she kicked the guard in the chin and sent him sprawling. She back flipped her way to the remaining guard and landed two hefty kicks to his chest sending him flying into the pool table. Meiling performed one last flip and landed onto her feet. She moved into a fighter's stance but all the guards were taken down.

"The cavalry's arrived and kicking butt!" Meiling crowed.

"You made it," Tomoyo said standing up as Andrew peered cautiously over the bar, "Where's Sakura?"

"She got lost."

"No, she got lost but she's now found," Sakura eased her motorbike beside Meiling and hopped off, "Nice job. I was watching."

"And you didn't help?" Meiling asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"I know how much you enjoy your butt-kicking sessions and seeing as how I've already done a mission I thought it was fair," Sakura shrugged.

As they talked one of the guards began stirring but one good punch by Sakura put him back into dreamland.

"I think this mission was a success. Everybody agree?"

"Yes!" Andrew nodded.

"You're the informant?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's go."

After seeing Andrew safely home and receiving a phone call from Syaoran saying that Andrew will be looked after and protected, the girls headed off back to their headquarters.

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Making themselves comfortable on the sofa facing the desk, they waited. The speaker box sitting on the desk flickered to live.

"Good evening Angels," Syaoran's warm voice came through the speaker box.

None of the girls had actually seen Syaoran but to the best of their knowledge Syaoran was a rich businessman wanting to help fellow humans in need. He had recruited the young computer genius, Tomoyo from Japan, the kung-fu/marital artist expert, Meiling from China and from right here in America, a talented gymnast and actress, Sakura. Together the trio made up Angel Investigations. Basically they travel around the globe (often under aliases) trying to solve crimes, protect the innocent and generally kick evil people's butt, according to Meiling.

"Good evening Syaoran!" the girls chorused.

"Good job in rescuing Andrew. Right now he's in a safe house being looked after. I can ensure you he's very happy right now. He's already told me what he knows about the encrypted disk..."

Tomoyo sighed.

"I'm sure you can decrypt it soon," Syaoran told her with a hint of amusement in his voice, "But Andrew says that he believes that the disk contains vital information leading to a certain museum in France. In Paris to be precise. If Tomoyo can't decrypt it soon, I'm going to send all of you to Paris to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity."

The girls nodded forgetting the fact that Syaoran couldn't see them.

"Sure thing, Syaoran," Sakura replied.

"Good luck with the disk Tomoyo."

"Thanks."

"Goodbye Angels."

"Goodbye Syaoran!"

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Marcus gingerly touched his heavily bandaged nose and cursed the bloody girls that had done to this him. He looked up and stared at his guest who was looking at him coolly with a small smile of amusement on his face.

"I dug around and I found what each of these girls look like," Marcus threw a picture onto the table between them, "I want you to kill them."

The man sitting across from him took the picture and studied his new quarry.

"Very well. What is the price?" the man asked in a very refined voice.

He was every inch the gentleman but his façade hid a very calculating and dangerous assassin renowned for his ability to hunt down anybody anywhere.

"Five mi."

"Fair enough," the man slipped the photo into his pocket, "Nice doing business with you Mr. Ruflac."

"Nice doing business with you..." Marcus gave him a charming smile.

He uttered the assassin's name.

"Eriol Hiragizawa."

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Next chapter

As Tomoyo work frantically to decrypt the disk, the consequences of the girl's raid on Spinnel Corporation are revealed as a new assassin is hired (that makes 2...). Expect a familiar face and new dangers in...Never mess with Spinnel

A/Note: I have slight problems in deciding the plot of this story. So if you like you can review me saying which one is better:

a) The girls have to stop the company's attempt at mining uranium and selling them to terrorists.

Or

b) The girls have to stop the company's attempt as stealing precious ancient artefacts from all over the world.

Please help me!