Disclaimer:I am Kimiki. I own WHR. I rule the world. What? Haven't you ever played 'Truth, False, False'? Well, it's in that order if you haven't…

Summary of the past chapter: Well, seeing as how it was the prologue thingy... But, established the characters, the main plot thingy, and that this fic is NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!

Summary of this chapter: Find out where Jenny disappeared to! What? The computer can talk? Sarah and Jenny enter WHR-ville, they get their assignment and Jenny gets hit on by an old man?

Warnings: Well, none that I can find. Unless you got something against… uh… me. Cuz, that's the only thing that I would warn you about. Can't find anything that I would think anyone would find offensive… OK… I'll shut up now…

And just for your information...:

"words" (equals) speaking

'words' (equals) thinking

(words) (equals) computer speaking

WHO NOSE WHERE THE NOSE GOES?

CHAPTER ONE: DISGUISES, MISSIONS, AND OLD FARTS

(o)(O)(o)

Blinking at the now-empty chair, Sarah muttered, "What am I gonna tell everyone? 'Yeah, she was in the chair, but then, POOF, she disappeared!' Like they'll believe me…"

Sighing, Sarah slumped into the chair, her hand hitting the mouse button, causing the mouse to click once more on the 'enter' button. Gasping, Sarah felt the strange sensation of being pulled from her chair and away from all her surroundings. Standing, she blinked and felt something attach itself to her back. Staggering at the new weight, she was able to hear what the thing was saying.

"Sarah!IwassoworriedandscaredwhenIsuddenlycamehere!Wherearewe?Doyouknow?Howdowegetout?IwannagoHOME!"

"Uh… Jenny?"

"Yeah?" the girl blinked through her tears.

"Mind un-glomping me?"

"Oh! Sorry… I was just scared. Where are we?"

(In the computer)

"Oh! Well, that solves that question!" Jenny said. After a beat, the blonde looked around and asked, "Who said that, by the way?"

(I did)

"And who are you?" Sarah asked.

(The computer)

"Really? Strange…" Jenny commented before asking, "Can you send us back?"

(Negative)

"Oh. Why not?" Sarah asked, disappointment being overcome with curiosity.

(You must complete a task)

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Jenny mumbled before Sarah shushed her. Looking up, the brunette asked, "And what task do we have to complete?"

"Bring me a shrubbery!" Jenny mumbled before Sarah hit her on the arm.

(What use would I have of a shrubbery? No. You must find the witch responsible for stealing all the noses on Witch Hunter Robin)

"So, there is a witch stealing the noses?" Sarah asked.

(Yes. There is speculation on it anyway…)

"Okay! When do we start?" Jenny asked.

(Now)

"Wha?" both girls said before the emptiness disappeared and two-dimensional buildings took their place. Blinking, both girls sweatdropped as the computer slowly transformed the buildings into 3-D graphics, a little progress bar appearing on the ground below them.

After the wait, the computer told them, (You are not to tell anyone of your mission. You will also be given a disguise so that you blend in. Good luck)

"Uh… Thanks?" Sarah said as a tingling sensation began at her feet and spread rapidly through her body. Closing her eyes, she quickly opened them when she heard a thud.

"Jenny?" she asked.

"What the HELL am I wearing! And, why the HELL do I have boobs! And my hair isn't SUPPOSED to be THIS blonde!"

"Well, we're anime… so… We're 'perfect'…" Sarah explained as she ran her fingers through her wavy hair. She was wearing a pair of plain, black baggy jeans with a camouflage shirt that said 'You can't see me, I'm hiding' in orange lettering. She had army boots on and a leather, ankle length trench coat over all of it. Looking down at Jenny, Sarah sweatdropped as the girl flipped her hair over she shoulder angrily. The blonde was wearing a tight, black muscle tank and green, baggy cargo pants that had chains through some of the belt loops. She was wearing combat boots and had a leather trench coat much like Sarah's, except hers had a slight slimmer trim to it, and not as many pockets on the outside. Glaring at her chest, the blonde asked, "Did I ASK for you? NO! Then why do I have you?"

Shaking her head, Sarah placed her hands in her coat's pockets and felt cool metal touch her finger tips. Pulling the object out, Sarah saw that it was a gun with orvo bullets. Shivering because she knew what orvo was made out of, she placed the gun back in her pocket and withdrew a worn, leather wallet. Thumbing through the notes, the girl guessed that she was roughly a millionaire. Well, at least they wouldn't have to worry about money while they stayed here…

"Sarah?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah?" she answered.

"Where should we start?"

"Do you know how to hack?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Good. Let's 'borrow' some files from our friends-who-don't-know-us at the STN-J."

"Sounds like fun."

(o)(O)(o)

"But sir! We need a room! Please!" Jenny pleaded with the guy behind the hotel's counter. After the reception boy had refused to give them a room, Jenny had asked to present her case to the manager. So, now they were here, arguing with the balding guy who kept repeating himself.

"No reservation, no room!" the manager said once more, in his foreign Arabian accent. Growling in exasperation, Jenny told him, "But we're willing to pay!"

"…You are?" the balding 50-some-odd old man queried. Facial expression changing rapidly at the suggestiveness in his voice, Jenny quickly bowed to the two behind the counter, saying a quick, "Oh, uh, thanks for your time. Gotta go, uhm, have tea with my uncle's friend's cousin!" Grabbing Sarah by the arm, the blonde booked it out of the building. Once they were outside the hotel, the manager turned to the reception boy and told him, "Works every time… I don't know why…"

As they exited the building, Sarah's brain caught up with her body and she threw her weight backwards, succeeding in stopping Jenny from running into the oncoming traffic.

"Ahh!" Jenny yelled as she was pulled backwards, successfully stopping her fall by falling on… Sarah. Looking behind her, she asked, the girl, "Sarah, why are you on the pavement?"

"Good question. I'll hire an investigation committee to let you know in a few months."