Bubblegum L33T
written by Shaun Garin
Bubblegum Crisis and Megatokyo are owned by their respective creators. No profit is being made. For entertainment only.
The information was correct. He was there.
The woman in the Hardsuit went swiftly and silently, running over streets and leaping building rooftops. The target was close.
Priss grinned under her helmet. He had gotten the drop on them the last time. It wouldn't happen again. Many times they had fought this particular boomer and many times, he had been able to get the best of them. Priss wouldn't be beaten. She wouldn't let it happen another time.
Raising her weapon, she aimed and sighted down her arm. "Lights out."
She fired, and the spike thunked into the wall above him. The poor bastard had ducked for a moment.
Then, there was the accursed cry. The cry that made her life a living hell.
"SW33T! 1000 bucks! The b33r will FLOW tonight, Boo!"
"Squ34k!"
Then, somehow, something detonated and she went flying into a heap of trash. Largo waltzed away, comforted in the fact that he would drink well tonight.
Priss thunked her head against the wall, leaving a sizable dent. "Damn that Largo!"