Now the scene opens up at night in the park with the Mew Mew's defeating another infused creature, Zoey's Mini-Mew eating the infuser, and with Zoey really ticked at, whom else, Dren.
"How many times do I have to tell you, you will never be able to defeat us and have the Cyniclons take over Earth."
"My, my kitty cat, you always do have a lot of energy in you no matter if you just had a big battle. Well I am getting bored so I will leave you for now." Dren says as he winks at Zoey then disappears.
Then Zoey has her hand balled into a fist with the ticked off Mark on her forehead and says. "Man that guy really ticks me off."
"But we won the battle we should celebrate." Kikki say in excitement as she jumps up and down around the team.
But then Bridgette yawns then says as she rubs her eyes. "I think it will be better for us to go to bed."
"We do have to get to the café early tomorrow for early work shifts." Corina says as she stretches and Zoey yells at her.
"What are you worried about, you never do any work."
"I have an important job of making sure the tea is at its perfect temperature and flavor."
"In English that means you just sit at a table and drink tea while we serve the food and clean the tables."
"Cut it out you two, we really should be getting to sleep though." Renee says as she also yawns and stretches her arms.
"Ok then, see you guys tomorrow." Zoey says.
Dren returned to find Sardon and Tarb preoccupied with their own thing, Sardon looked up from his laptop and said, "Well, look who finally decided to come back."
"Yeah, what's wrong…the girl's give you the royal spanking again?" Joked Tarb.
"Shut up." Mumbled Dren.
"Or what?" Asked Tarb.
"Or this!" Dren replied, pulling out one of his swords.
"Dren, put that away before you really hurt someone." Sardon suggested.
"Oh I won't hurt anyone, just this little thorn in my side right here!" said Dren glaring at Tarb.
"Don't make me hurt you Dren," Sardon said opening his fan, a flicker of electricity appearing on the edge of it, "Please don't make me hurt you."
Dren then turned his blade to Sardon and said, "You want a piece of this gramps!"
Both of them looked ready to hack each other apart, but suddenly froze cold when they heard heavy breathing, "Tarb…that's not funny!" Sardon said irritatedly, "Yeah, hearing that reminds me of him." Dren added.
Tarb then looked rather confused, "Uh guys…I'm not the one who's doing that."
"Then what…who―?" Dren started to ask as he and Sardon turned around, as soon as they faced Tarb Sardon's eyes narrowed in shock, Dren's face went completely white.
"What?" Tarb asked, annoyed.
"Be-B-Be-Behi-Behind you." Dren managed to stutter out, Tarb looked behind himself to find a black cloaked figure. He had to be at least 6 feet tall if not then 5'10". The heavy breathing noise was coming from him, "Ah Dren…Sardon, it is good to see you again." The figure said proudly.
"And it's good to see you again, General Htarw." Dren said with a great deal of respect.
"Wait, this guy in the black cloak is General Htarw, the General Htarw?" Tarb asked.
The cloaked figure looked down and said, "I'm the only General Htarw I know."
Tarb then started laughing and said, "I'm sorry but, there's no possible way you can be General Htarw, he wouldn't need to hide behind a black cloak, and he wields a zweihander he calls Requiem that would knock you on your ass."
The cloaked figure nodded and asked, "Requiem…does it look like this?"
The cloaked figure then reached into his cloak and pulled out a huge sword, bringing the edge of the blade just a few inches from Tarb's neck. Tarb looked at it nervously and said, "Yeah, exactly like that."
"So…Why are you here?" Dren asked, "Yeah General what's the scoop?" Sardon added.
"You three screwing up, that's what the scoop is!" Htarw told them. "You three have had enough time to take over this planet, and so far you haven't, Deep Blue's given you most of his time, and this…this is what you do with it, UGH, how asinine."
"Well…we've been trying, but we sort of have a…pest problem for say." Sardon told him.
"Well, at least let me look at the terrain, let me know the battlefield of the enemy." Htarw ordered them. Sardon gave the General his laptop and showed him a few places. "Hmmm…your basic city, shouldn't be a bad place to start." Said the General dryly, "Very well, now let me see the main threat that's been holding you back."
"Uhhh…okay, if you think that's wise." Sardon told him, and then skipped to a seven minute long clip montage of the Mew-Mews.
The General looked at it, and for a moment Dren thought he saw the General's death-like gaze soften up and heard the General whisper something.
"Uh, General…did you just say something?" Dren asked.
Htarw's eyes then returned to the familiar hardness that had meant inevitable chaos for a dozen other worlds and said, "No, but I find it sickening that out of all the things I trained you for, you can't get a handle on five girls," But then the General turned his back to them and took a few steps, "but I guess that's why Deep Blue sent me here." He then shot a glance at Tarb and said, "You."
"Yeah, what?" Tarb asked.
"We haven't gotten to know each other real well yet, but you have two seasoned soldiers right beside you that I hope will teach you what I expect of you, do as they instruct you and I think you'll find we'll get along just famously." Htarw told him.
"Okay then, all three of you are dismissed." Said the General.
Dren and Sardon took at least a dozen steps backward still facing him, Tarb turned around and started to walk away when Dren grabbed him by the wrist and whispered, "No…don't turn around just yet, just do as we do and you won't get into dutch with him."
Tarb then turned back around and did the like-wise of the other two.
Htarw then teleported to the roof of a building in the city, "I think I know who these girls got their powers from." He whispered to himself, then went to thinking, "And if I do…I think it best to just toy with the girls first."