"So far my plan has been going flawlessly…Renee is now away from the Mews, she has no idea that her dear Warren is really me in disguise. But I know what'll happen next, her friends will try to convince her to come back…and with her Mew Mew instincts that just might happen, just might…if I didn't have the solution to that in my hand right here." Htarw thought to himself, he was lying in his bedroom holding a vial of amber coloured liquid. "This little trinket will null Renee's instincts, making her just a normal human girl, I mean sure it won't cancel her powers out completely…but who said I wanted to do that."
The coming morning Warren set up the kitchen to make breakfast, as soon as he finished he slipped the amber coloured liquid into what would be Renee's drink, he then placed it out on the table. Renee came down and with a stretch yawned out "Good Morning Warren."
"Good Morning Renee…" Warren replied back, "or should I say Miss Roberts?"
"You can call me Renee silly, our line of work won't start for another week." Renee told him with a slight smile.
Warren smiled back, "Did you sleep well, you still look a little tired?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, but I had one of the strangest dreams…it involved you again," Renee told him, Warren gave a sort of sly smile at that, "No, no, no…it was nothing like that, it was more of like something out of a horror story, like the 'The Phantom of the Opera'."
"Saw the Andrew Lloyd Weber musical of it once, backgrounds and lighting were great, the actors really brought it together…if it ever comes around where we are or where your work takes you we should see it sometime." Warren commented.
"Yeah…well, you were the Phantom, and well…since you've seen it I suppose you know the part where Christine pulls off his mask?" Renee asked.
"Indeed I do." Said Warren, only his voice now sounding suspicious of where this conversation was going.
"Well I pulled it off, and well, that part of your face wasn't horribly deformed or anything like that…it was the General's face I saw under there. His hate-filled eye staring at me." Renee told him.
As soon as Warren had heard 'it was the General's face' he felt a freezing rush of terror shoot up his spine, then Warren turned around to see Renee had finished her breakfast food and drink both and smiled a bit. "Well anyway thanks for breakfast Warren…my orange juice tasted a little funny though."
Warren then looked out at the front of the house, "Let the games begin." He thought to himself.
Later that day Sardon stopped by outside Warren's window, Warren/Htarw told him about the dream Renee had had. "I see…and your take on this is?" Sardon asked.
"My take is these aren't dreams she's having…they're warnings, her Mew instincts are trying to reveal to her my true identity…if she figures that out, if that happens." Htarw started telling him.
"So what, you've figured it out first…you can put a stop to it." Sardon told him.
"Yeah, I figured that out…but I mean there are still some unseen factors in this, the most dangerous one being, grrr…I don't even want to think about it!" Htarw told Sardon.
"General trust me, I know you…you'll figure a way around it." Sardon said before disappearing.
"Yeah, but…what if I don't like that path around it?" Htarw thought to himself.
"What am I saying, I've got a plan to see through…and nothing, I repeat NOTHING will stop it." Htarw screamed on the inside.
Zoey and the others looked on from the outside of the front gate, "Well here we are." Zoey said nervously, "Here we go." Bridgette added.
They rang the buzzer at the front gate, Warren's voice came on the intercom, "Oh, it's you four…what do you want?"
"We thought we might come in for a moment and speak with Renee." Corina told him.
"Well I'll see if Miss Roberts is busy…but while I do, I'll let you in." Warren answered, and with that the gate slid open and they walked in.
As soon as they stepped through the doors Warren came downstairs and greeted them, "It's so good to see you, but I've forgotten…why are you four here again?"
"We've come to talk to Renee." Zoey told him.
"Oh—Oooo…I'm afraid Miss Roberts is busy right now and can't be disturbed," Warren told them, "but being her Manager and all I have her appointment book right here, let's see…the best with her schedule I can do you for is an 11 o'clock."
"That's okay, we can wait an hour or two." Bridgette told him.
Warren shook his head, "I think you misunderstood me, the best I can do for you is an 11 o'clock appointment three weeks from now."
"Oh come on Warry, can't you at least let us see her?" Corina asked.
"Okay one, its Warren…and two, she's busy at the moment and that's quite impossible." Warren answered sharply.
"Oh come on Warren, couldn't you be just a little flexible?" Zoey asked.
"Sorry but I don't make the rules, I just enforce them…and if I say you can't see Miss Roberts at the moment, then there's no way you can see her, got that!" Warren protested.
"But we're her friends, surely she'd have time for us?" Corina asked.
"I don't care if you're the damn pope, as long as I'm here," Warren then walked up a few steps and with his arms raised formed a one-man barrier, "you not going to see Miss Roberts got that?" Warren protested again.
"Then I see we're going to do this the hard way." Zoey said, quickly Corina and Bridgette grabbed Warren and braced him against the wall closest to the door and another intercom panel, Warren then let out a saddened sigh and said, "Fine…if you girls are going to be so persistent, you leave me little choice." Warren then broke his right arm out of Bridgette's grip and hit one of the buttons on the intercom with his fist.
"What was that for?" Kikki asked. Warren looked at them all, smiled and said, "Oh, that was just a silent alarm to call Miss Roberts new security guards."
"WHAT!" Zoey yelled, sounding half-frightened at that.
"If you want to see your dear friend now, I'd suggest you get going now…security will be here any moment to escort you off the premises." Warren said with a dark smile. "You're a real jerk Warren," Zoey said to him, "come on girls let's get a move on." Warren watched as the girls ran upstairs, Kikki and Zoey in one direction, Bridgette and Corina in another, about 8 security guards in blue suits appeared through the front door. "Four of you go that way, the other four that way—hurry find them, they mustn't get to Renee."
The security guards quickly charged up-stairs in pursuit, Warren walked upstairs softly singing, "And I think to myself, what a wonderful world…"
"I mean all we wanted to do is talk to Renee, and the next thing you know he releases security on us…what kind of friend do we have here?" Corina asked, not happy at all.
They turned around to see four shadows quickly charging at them, "Not a very nice one by the appearance of things." Bridgette told her as they continued to run.
As soon as they turned a corner they realized they'd reached a dead end, "Oh (censored)!" Corina blurted out.
Kikki and Zoey were having some better luck, so far security was behind them…but wasn't breathing down their necks. "This can not be happening, this can not be happening, this can not be happening!" Zoey shouted to herself. "Come on Zoey this way." Kikki ushered with a bit of a giggle.
"Kikki are you sure you know where you're going?" Zoey asked. "No but this seems the most sensible way." Kikki answered, Zoey let out an angry groan and thought to herself, "Just my luck."
Just then they saw a bluish blur cut out in front of them, it was one of the security guards. He lunged forward and grabbed Kikki, Zoey managed to slide past him and continue running, but soon as she got to a three way corridor Warren stepped out in front of her, "WARREN…How'd you—?" she started to ask, she been so startled by him her cat ears had popped-out again. Warren saw them and smiled a bit, "An undesired side affect of being infused with Red Data Animal DNA I suppose?" Warren asked, his left hand then reached out in an attempt to touch them, Zoey stepped back. "Oh come now Zoey…we're all friends here." Warren said warmly to her. She looked into his eyes, they looked like those of a friend, but she swore she could see something else in them, deeper…beneath the surface.
"Zoey stop looking he's trying to hypnotize you!" Zoey heard a voice shout inside her, "But he's your friend…you shouldn't be afraid of him." Another voice said, only it didn't sound like her.
Warren took a step forward and made another attempt at the ears, his eyes concentrated on hers, "My power over you all…grows stronger yet." He thought to himself, he then gave her a simple scratching behind one of the ears. "Does Miss Hanson like?" Warren asked.
"Yes." Zoey said weakly, her cat ears disappeared just as security appeared behind her. "That's good," Warren said, he then looked away from her and said, "take her."
Zoey then snapped back to reality as the security guards dragged her away from Warren, "WHA—WARREN YOU LECHEROUS TRICKSTER!" She yelled at him.
"Should've taken the appointment when I offered it to you." Warren said with mock sweetness.
"YOU CAN TAKE YOUR APPOINMENT BOOK AND GO TO HELL WITH IT!" Zoey roared at him, "That's what people keep telling me to do, but I'm still here." Warren responded. "RENEE!" Zoey cried out.
Renee was looking over some of the choices she'd been given in the first package, she'd narrowed it down between a photo-shoot in Sydney or a studio photo-shoot in New York City. "Well New York City has shopping centers, and God knows Warren could probably use a new wardrobe…but the hotel we'll be staying at in Sydney isn't that far from Bondai Beach…and to say the least Warren and I could use a little color, and Warren could use a little more scenery."
She then heard a shout, "RENEE!" She turned her head, "Was that Zoey?"
Warren entered and said, "So how goes the choosing?" he asked.
"Well I've narrowed it down to either Sydney or NYC…but I want you to look them over and give me your vote." Renee told him.
Warren looked at both of them, he quickly scanned them over and said, "The Sydney photo-shoot seems to intrigue me, I'd go with that one."
Renee smiled a bit, "I had a funny feeling you'd choose that one."
She then looked outside her window and saw security escorting Bridgette, Corina, Kikki, and Zoey off the grounds. Bridgette and Corina were making no attempt to struggle, Kikki seemed to be trying to sweet talk the guards into letting her see Renee, and Zoey seemed to be trying to put up the best fight. "What the—?" Renee asked herself.
Warren sighed and said, "They came here in hopes that you would come back to the café…I told them that you're mind was made up no way around it, but they were persistent on what they wanted, so much that they tried to subdue me when I got in their way…but in the end it's just like what Mick Jagger said: 'You can't always get what you want.'."
"But I'd have been willing to see them, I mean I am their friend and all." Renee told him.
"And be tricked into serving at the café again, and in your spare time fight alien creatures and possibly get seriously injured. I'm sorry…but I couldn't allow that!" Warren protested, he then turned away from her and took a few steps.
"But Warren I can't just stop being a Mew—." Renee told him harshly.
Warren then slowly turned around, his head hung low, "But Renee…" he started to say slowly looking up at her, she looked into his eyes, a tear came down both sides of his face, "I don't want to lose you, I just couldn't bear it if you got killed."
Renee then hugged Warren, "Okay Warren…if it means that much to you, fine."
Warren then wrapped his arms around Renee and said, "Thank you, bless your graceful heart."
As soon as he closed the door behind himself he smiled and softly said, "And the Oscar goes to…heh, heh, heh, heh."
Zoey and the others looked at the place they'd just been thrown out of, "What now?" Corina asked.
"I don't know…but as long as Warren's there, are chances of seeing Renee are about—." Bridgette started to say.
"about as good as a snowballs chance inside a furnace." Said Zoey.
"Well I was going to say second to none, but that does it justice too." Bridgette told them.
"Oh Renee if only you knew who Warren really was…you'd get as far away from him." Kikki thought to herself.