Thanks for the reviews. As to MyWay: I know the translation is bad. Thats what I get for using a free internet translator, lol. Anyway, I'm currently working on a few other fanfic and trying to get them ready fro posting so keep your eyes open.
I don't own Evangelion
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The first thing Shinji saw when he opened his eyes were the faces of three people. An emotionless Rei, a grinning Misato, and a pissed off Asuka.
"Where am I?" Shinji asked.
"You are in the girls shower room Ikari," Rei said.
"..."
"Saw Asuka in the nude, you had to see Rei too uh," Misato grinned. "Shinji, you need to control your hormones."
"Baka..." Asuka growled. "You are going to die."
"I would advise against that action Pilot Soryu."
"Why's that First?"
"That would leave us with one less pilot."
"So! This little bastard saw me naked! He saw you naked! In the same day!"
"That does not matter," Rei said looking at Shinji. "Are you well enough to move Ikari?"
"...yea..."
"Well that's good," Misato sighed. "I'm going to have a little chat with those guys in Section-10 about this."
"Same here!" Asuka cracked her knuckles.
"So you emit that this wasn't his fault."
"He still a pervert! He would have molested me if those janitors weren't in the other room. Disgusting little baka."
"Like you would have given him the chance to molest you...or would you?" Misato grinned helping Shinji up. "I know you think he's irresistible."
"Misato!" Asuka and Shinji blushed.
"Is that all Major?" Rei asked.
"Yes Rei you can get dressed now," she said still grinning. "Shinji'll just have to wait till next time."
"M-Misato..." Shinji said looking at the wall.
"All to easy," she said hooking an arm around him. "Lets leave the girls alone Shinji. Also it might be a good idea for you to dress to."
"GAW!!!"
"You know I've never really been here before," Misato said looking around Section-6. "Funny, really. We store everything here till its needed..."
She was looking at the masses isles in front of her as people scurried about working hard and looking busy. Then the sound of squealing tires tore through the air as she watched a few fork lifts race past her. The men driving were yelling in excitement as they rounded the corner. Before she could really process what just happened, someone called her name.
"Major Katsuragi?"
Misato turned her head as a man wearing a black uniform like the Commanders walk over to her. He was in his 50's with grey hair and clean shaven. He reminded her of the Sub-Commander but seemed more strict on appearance, as his uniform and looks were straight and precise.
"Yes I am," she said shaking his hand. "You are the Head Supervisor here?"
"Yes ma'am, Terry O'Mally," he said with a smile. "How can I help you today?"
"I'm looking for one of your workers."
"No problems I hope?"
"Oh no, the opposite actually," she laughed. "One of the pilots ran into a problem and he helped them out."
"Really now?" Terry said with surprise. "You have a name?"
"Chris Smith I think," she said thoughtfully.
"Ah Chris, good man," Terry said walking to a small office section. "I've been working with Chris for years." Terry opened the office door. "Chris can you come out here for a second?"
"What can I do for you Terry?" Chris asked walking over to him.
Chris was an elder man like Terry, a bit shorter, and a bit bulkier. He was wearing the same uniform as Terry and had a few days of scruff on his face.
"This is Major Katsuragi. She wanted to pop by and say thanks for helping the pilot earlier."
"What pilot?"
"...Didn't you help a pilot about an hour ago?"
"No..."
"He mentioned you by name...oh..."
"Is there a problem?" Misato asked.
"No just something that happens from time to time," Terry and Chris laughed. "Chris has a son with the same name that works in the back."
"Oh," Misato smiled. "I can see that being confusing."
"Yes, it can be," Terry smiled. "We just call him Junior."
"Junior uh," she said sighing. "Sorry about that."
"Oh no problem. Well thanks anyway Chris."
"Anytime Terry, when you see Junior tell him I'd like to have a word with him later" Chris said and walked back to his desk.
"He doesn't speak Japanese?"
"I afraid some of my men are struggling with it."
"I'm sure eventually they'll come along."
"I'm just glad I have men that can speak it so easily," Terry took a sip of coffee. "Junior is actually one of those men...all the young men are actually...now shall we?"
"Sure."
"So care to tell me why an Eva pilot ended up here in our warehouse?"
Misato told him the small understanding between her two charges that lead to the current events. He looked at her blankly for a few seconds till he shook his head and sighed.
"That's one of the reasons why I don't allow Section-10 in here, unless its to buy something."
"Why's that?"
"Despite the fact they're the Custodians around here, they slack off to much and spend a lot of time pulling pranks. Besides, I have people in here that can give Section-10 a run for there money. No need to add fuel to a fire."
"Now that you mention it," she said thinking. "I do recall a few incidents of the past few months. An exploding toilet, exploding water fountain, and someone even put a flaming bag of crap in front of the commanders office."
"That's a new one to me. What the Commander do?"
"Not sure. Knowing him though he fired the people and made sure they couldn't find work in this part of the country again."
"Hmm," Terry drank his coffee.
"You said you had a few people like that here," she grinned. "How bad are they?"
"Nothing too dangerous," he said then frowned. "There was this one prank... it ended up being father messy."
"What happened if you don't mind me asking."
"I'd rather not... it involved a toilet and a few condiments. Thats all I have to say about that."
"Okay..."
"One second," he said then looked at a worker. "Doug have you seen Junior?"
Doug was wearing a pare of blue overalls that barely fit him. His gut stuck out like a sore thumb and his nose followed closely behind. He was smaller then Terry with black hair and brown eyes.
"Last time I saw him he was in Scott's section with a few others," Doug chuckled showing his bad teeth.
"Not again..." Terry sighed and looked at his watch. "How many times am I going to talk to those guys about this... Thanks Doug."
"No worries."
"What's going on?" Misato asked as Doug walked away.
"Nothing to get worried about," he said forcing a smile. "Just a little habit my men have picked up."
"And that is?"
"Junior and two of my other workers are specialists," he said walking towards a large isle. "All my men here have an area of expertise. As it stands, Junior is a communication and surveillance expert. Tim, he's our weapons and demolition, and Scott is the head of shipping and our vehicle expert."
"The thing is however, that the three of them are starting to branch out to each others field. It won't be much longer till the three of them know everything."
"Why?"
"They said it was so if one of them was sick or on vacation, another can take there place," he said then laughed. "I think just cause they wanted to know more about the stuff so they could slack off more and get a bigger pay check."
"... I see. That could present a problem in the future."
"I doubt it. Anyway here we are."
Misato and Terry stood before one of the largest isles in the warehouse. It wasn't as tall as an Eva but one could crawl through seeing the width. Along the floor was a large variety of Military vehicles ranging from four wheelers to tanks. On the other side were standard sized weapons from bowie knifes to mini-cannons. Looking further down, she noticed Eva sized weapons mounted on the wall.
"There they are," he said walking towards a group of people. "All right gentlemen, care to explain?"
The group jumped slightly and looked at here boss with a startled expression. Scott smiled sheepishly and walked forward.
"Hi Terry. Something you need me for?"
"You and your two partners in crime."
"I'm sorry?"
"Where's Junior and Tim?"
"You called?"
Misato looked behind her to see two young men pushing kart's filled with Military combat gear. She could see some kevlar vests boots and helmets in one and the other held pants, holsters, shirts and a few other things.
"Uh oh, busted," Tim sighed.
Tim was as tall as Junior with a thinner physic. His short black hair was gelled up in the front and his brown eyes blinked behind his small glasses.
"Ah there you are," Terry smiled. "I'll save the lecture for later. Junior, you have a guest."
Junior raised an eyebrow looking at Misato while Tim grinned like a cheshire cat.
"Lucky bastard."
"She might speak English dumb ass."
"Opps."
"Anyway the rest of you get back to work," Terry said pushing the others away. "Oh Junior. Your father want to talk to you later."
"Thanks," Junior sighed then looked at Misato with a smile. "So how can I help you today ma'am?"
"Call me Misato," she said returning the smile. "Ma'am makes me sound old."
"Nonsense. You don't look a day over 24."
"Flattery will get you no were," she grinned. "Not without a drink first."
"That so..." he laughed. "Anyway, is there something I can help you with?"
"I'm Shinji's guardian. I wanted to come down here and thank you for helping him out."
"I see now. It wasn't a problem at all. We couldn't have a kid running around the base in a towel now could we."
"I guess not," she chuckled. "Now what's with all this?" She walked over to a kart and pulled out a kevlar vest. "Doing some shopping?"
"In a way," he grinned. "Me and the boys have a little game of capture the flag after hours here once and a while."
"Isn't that against company policy?"
"I noticed a few policy breakers around the base Misato," he smirked. "Makes for a nice understanding between the sections."
"Let me guess... is Section-10 one of them?"
"Haha... not a Major for nothing I see. Yea Section-10. They help with the clean up around here and we aid them in a few of there little pranks."
"I'll forget hearing that this time," she said dropping the vest back into the pile. "Now I think I'll let you get back to work. I don't want you getting into to much trouble."
"Meh," he shrugged. "Its worth taking the heat sometimes."
"I suppose. Good day Mr. Smith."
"Call me Chris. See you later Misato."
The two smiled and then went back to there work, wanting to get home as soon as possible.
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Sorry for the late update. I've been a bit busy lately.