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New character names and or changes: Gin Gin Vodka Vodka
Vermouth notappearedyetbutwouldn'tsurprisemeif Vermouth
Rona is an original character.

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The Lion's Ruby

By Dagron

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Chapter 7: Men in Black.

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With a determined Crack!, the tall long-silver-haired man lit a match. Trying desperately to ignore his company, he proceeded to lighting his cigarette.
It was difficult to know what Gin thought deep down most of the time, but, for once, his thoughts were clearly written on his face.
'Somebody, please, get me rid of these nuisances!'
It taxed a lot on his restraint, but he knew better than to point his gun at these people. He was relieved to note that Vermouth shared his annoyance.
With a sigh he recalled the events of the previous day…

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It had started out as a routine day.
He had checked several ongoing projects via mobile phone, before looking at his agenda. He was due to pick up Vodka and another member around lunchtime.
He had decided to go out for a drive before meeting Vermouth at some bar for lunch. That woman was up to her usual tricks again. He checked his gun in case she gave him cause to use it, but did not expect her to be clumsy enough for such a thing to happen… After all, she bathed in secrecy, and if there was a thing he liked in women, it was intelligence.
Lunch was pleasant, he hadn't expected to get any information from Vermouth to start with. He knew the time would come when he would be able to confront Sherry again. Vermouth teased him about it.
She had accompanied him to the meeting point he had arranged with Vodka. There they found the squarish man accompanied by Malibu, a lanky and short man in a black suit, without the head wear the other two men wore.

It was when they had gone to the alley way where he had parked his car that they had met them. Usually, he would have parked his car on a main street, and now he wished he had.
At first the group in black had simply stared at the vaguely humanoid being that faced them.
The thing looked like his wardrobe was taken straight from the movie of the lord of the rings. In truth, it looked like an orc, although Gin somehow thought the movies had presented a much more appealing head than the one he faced. It actually looked like it had a Pig's snout!
Upon seeing them, the thing let out a barbaric growl and proceeded to lift a hefty antique-looking blood-smeared war axe.
Without hesitation, Malibu drew out his own weapon and fired.
The monster grunted, but did not stop. The bullet hadn't dug deep enough into it's leathery hide. Malibu took another shot, joined by Vodka. Both had silencers on their guns, never the less, Gin was starting to feel nervous.
The beast had tripped a few steps backwards, yet it still waved it's weapon in their direction.
Gin took out his own gun and aimed for the head.
The thing moaned as if it had been badly wounded.
Gin clenched his teeth. That shot had been to kill.
« Fools! » boomed a voice from behind them. Both Vermouth and Gin started. A tall, strongly built foreigner pulled up beside them. « I'll show you how it's done. »
Gin and Vermouth simply stared as the stranger's hands started to pulse with electricity. Noticing this, Vodka jumped to the side. Malibu, how ever, was not as smart or lucky. He screamed as his body was pierced by a bolt of fire and lightning, which then went on to stun the Orc.
As the thick-skinned creature collapsed to the floor, the stench of grilled flesh hit their noses.
Gin's face had blanched as he looked at the bin container behind the Orc, where the arc of lightning had hit last, before vanishing. Malibu was dispensable, his death hardly mattered, but that startling attack had missed his Porsche by a thread!
The dark-faced man had then smiled, a traitorously predatory smile, before demanding of them their aid. He, and his companion, a dark-faced woman wrapped in what looked like desert clothing, wanted first to of all some place to talk quietly. The death screams of Malibu would attract attention.
Gin didn't need to think twice before deciding he was NOT having these people in his car.
They went swiftly, on foot, to a nearby abandoned studio the organisation used on rare occasions.

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And now, after an afternoon's worth of questions and answers, an uneasy night's sleep and a pathetic morning, Gin was wondering why he hadn't just ignored these freaks.
He turned to look at Ganondorf, and then remembered.
'I don't know How he does that thing, but it sure is effective.'
After the Orc incident, Gin had seen the Gerudo male use his magic on two other occasions. Once to frighten his companion Rona into obedience, or was it silence?, and the second time to light up the studio after the electricity had failed.
'It would be interesting if such power could be brought to the organisation…' he thought.
Gin watched as the Gerudo thief marched along the windowed wall, narrowly missing rusty kitchen pots and thick cobwebs with his absurdly long cloak. He would have to change into one of the outfit's the organisation had placed in the studio before going out again. Leather worn like that would draw attention, although the cloak did do a good job of concealing the strongly built foreigner's features.
If Gin had well understood, this « Ganon Dorf » claimed to have just escaped from his prison in some far away land, thanks to the magical assistance of the Rona woman.
The silver haired man turned to look at her. She too had bronzed skin and reddish hair, but her facial features weren't attractive. She had a huge nose, and dull, glassy eyes. On her forehead she wore a yellow jewel which was a cruel echo of her nasal appendix.
Definitely NoT pretty.
She had called herself a sorceress, the « Twinrova's other sister », and had mentioned something about rubies before Ganon had cautioned her. Now she was scribbling furiously at the table where Vodka was fidgeting. Gin couldn't recognise the alphabet or system used.
'Some sort of code perhaps?'
« SCHRACK! »
All turned their attention to the door. A round man came in, with some bags of shopping. After putting them down on the table, he then proceeded to remove his face.
Vermouth was not glad to be back.
She had pleaded to go out to do some food shopping, but Gin had made her understand that she was Not to sneak away without coming back. It was for his sanity, not hers.
The American actrice decided to simply glare at the other woman in the studio.
All three black organisation members had understood that easily enough:
Rona was the one who could rid them of the newcomers' presence without bloodshed.
As if Vermouth's return was the signal she had been waiting for, Rona put down her pen (that she had struggled to learn to use) and turned to Ganondorf.
« Lord Ganondorf, » she said in her squeaky voice, « to return to Hyrule, we need to find the two other rupees. »
The dark man frowned at his underling.
« What do you mean, the Two other rupees? I thought you had only dropped the one before we got transported to this Hellhole! »
The woman tried not to squirm too obviously. The black org. members felt left out. Not that they really minded, but they resented the strangers by principle and, had Ganondorf not demonstrated his might, they would have readily disposed of them.
« It's part of how these stones work, my Lord. The Centaur's, Lion's and Mermaid's rupees all exist in different worlds, but they aren't always kept together… We- »
« I see. » He cut her off. « And do you know where these stones are? »
A heavy silence greeted him.
Just as he menacingly started to summon lightning in his right hand, Vermouth intervened.
Noisily slumping a newspaper she had just bought face up on the table, she stated:
« A stone called the Lion's Ruby was stolen from somewhere in Beika last night. Perhaps we can go there and look for Kid the phantom Thief. If we're lucky, he might even have the other stone. »
She smiled, imagining what the illusionary thief would have to say.
Ganon stepped forward.
« Alright. Take us there!! »
« Not- » interrupted Gin, standing up and glancing meaningfully at the Gerudo male. He noted, annoyed, that they were the same height. « … before you get into some 'local' clothing. »
He pointed to the cupboard where some black suits were kept. He trusted Vermouth to throw Rona something more descent than the sorceress's baggy trousers and way-too-small top.
Grudgingly, Ganon complied, but not until he had slipped a whispered menace into the younger Twinrova's ear.
« You had better find a way to detect those rupees, FAST. »

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