CHAPTER 6 – I AM THE LAW

Dark purple streaks filled the night sky above the black, diamond-like surface of the mysterious planet. Bright shadows danced around the craggy hills, and the sky overhead shimmered with quiet grandeur. Stars showered down their magnificence. Lucretius scanned his surroundings intently, the scenery not affecting him in the slightest.

The youma leader wasn't here for the scenery. He was here for something else. He walked and walked, his black-robed form cutting a strange figure that knifed smoothly through the land. Lucretius descended into a foggy ravine, where his kabuki mask shielded his face from the dim light that shone around him.

Massive crystals sprouted from the ground. Light pink in color, each one had a dark space in its center—a human body.

Those who had betrayed or failed the Negaverse in any way were imprisoned here rather than killed outright, locked within these shards of glass to contemplate their failure for all time. Or until someone freed them. And with Queen Beryl now a pile of moon dust thanks to the Senshi, she was unlikely to free anyone.

Lucretius came to a halt in front of a larger crystal that contained a frozen body dressed in the deep purple that indicated high rank within the Negaverse military. "Yes," Lucretius whispered. "This will do nicely."

He extended one hand over the transparent crystal tomb, its shadow falling back over his face. With his other hand, Lucretius withdrew the black orb that he had been working on. Behind the mask, he shut his eyes and began to concentrate. Black tendrils began to uncoil themselves from within the crystal, entering Lucretius' body and flowing into the orb that occupied his other hand.

The officer inside the crystal may have been completely immobilized and maybe not fully sane at this point (who knew how long he had been there?), but he still knew when something was wrong. Energy was leaving the body; the eyes widened ever so slightly as panic began to take hold; were the crystal not thoroughly shackling him, he would have thrashed about wildly to fight him off.

Lucretius focused harder, his mouth tightening and his hand balling into a fist as he squeezed the last bit of dark energy from the dying officer. The prisoner's skin rapidly paled; the crystal dimmed. As the dark energy flowed into the orb, it slowly formed solid material that began to patch up the last bit that remained incomplete.

Right as the orb completed itself, there was a deafening crack as the massive crystal shattered and the prisoner's lifeless body toppled the ground, at last released from its wide-awake nightmare. Lucretius glanced down at the spread-eagled body and muttered, "I have done you a favor, comrade."

Then he turned to admire the object in his right hand. The black orb hummed with some strange inner power, as if happy to be whole again. A sinister gleam lurked within its inner recesses. Lucretius smirked behind his mask. "My part is done," he said. "Now it's time for the Senshi to make a move."

"Sneider!"

"Yeah?" Matt whirled around in his desk chair to look at Jim Greenberg.

"Just as a heads up, we're gonna need you to stay late tomorrow night to go to the printer," the associate told him.

"Okay. Wait…go to the printer? Meaning what?" the confused analyst asked.

"You know…you go to the printer," said Jim.

Matt's mind moved away from the spreadsheet he was working on at the moment. What was he supposed to do? He was already having a difficult enough time with this job; Sneider hated being out of the loop with the lingo.

"When you go to the printer, it basically means you have the night off," Jim explained. "So, when we've finished making the pitch book, the presentation and the other stuff the client needs to see, we get it professionally made with nice binding and all. They make a template that someone needs to look at so they get it perfect. That someone is you."

Matt looked at his immediate boss. "So, what do I do while I wait for them to make the template?"

"They never know how long it's going to take them. It could depend on how many other orders they have to complete. You could be there all night. I've seen it happen before."

"And what happens when it's done?" Matt asked.

"You check it over. And you give them the go-ahead to start printing."

"That's it?"

"Pretty much. Order food. Take a nap. Do whatever. No one cares as long as you're there."

When Jim left, Matt shrugged and returned to his spreadsheet, checking over his formulas and making sure he had everything he needed. He made sure to include the link to allow updates on the spreadsheet to show up on the presentation, where they were exported.

Sneider had found that he was getting better at the job, finally beginning to understand what was truly needed and what wasn't. A lot of it was Jim's quality advice, but Matt could see how quickly one could learn how to get things done quickly and easily, just like any other job. Sure, he was sleep-deprived most of the time, but he was somehow productive. It was so engrossing that he almost forgot about the strange events of the night before. What would he do if he saw another youma?

Hell, he never thought that monsters really existed. But was it really that surprising?

As he exited the Goldman building at 1:30 in the morning, Matt still hadn't really figured that out. He had killed some kind of monster the night before, gotten bitched out over it, and was then somehow invited back to do it again? Just how long had this been going on? And where did he fit into it all? How was he supposed to go back to a normal life now that he knew what he knew? Sneider frowned in concentration as he walked home down the empty Tokyo streets.

"Excuse me, sir," someone said.

Matt turned around and saw a policeman in full uniform following him.

"Is there a problem, officer?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with me, sir."

Matt Sneider had never had any run-ins with the law—unless shooting the crap out of a demonoid monster somehow counted as a criminal offense? His heart started racing. This was what his mom had worried about so obsessively with him working in a foreign country…

"I haven't done anything wrong!" he protested.

The officer grinned. "I'm afraid you have. You see, it may not have seemed wrong at the time…but you have gotten involved in something you cannot fathom. My colleagues and I know you've been contacted by the Sailor Senshi."

"What? How-how do you know about—I mean, I have no idea what you're talking about. I mean—they're my clients, confidentiality and all that," Sneider stammered out an excuse.

"Shut up and listen," the policeman snapped. "I don't care what you think about them or what they are to you. They're the most dangerous people alive right now, and we're hunting them down. Anyone observed in contact with them is automatically suspect."

"A bunch of twenty-year-old girls are the most dangerous people alive? Give me a break, Mr. Plastic Badge," Matt said, his ego taking over.

The policeman gritted his teeth. "I'm giving you one chance, you fool. You either stop helping them, or face the consequences."

"Don't give me this Tony Soprano thug shit," Matt snapped. "Who do you think you are?"

"I am your assassin."

Quick as lightning, the police uniform was gone, ripped in half and tossed aside to reveal a black-robed, ninja-like youma who threw a black knife directly at the analyst's head. "WHOA!" Matt flinched and ducked, covering his head. He felt the spinning blade pass harmlessly over his head.

Sneider quickly reached into his briefcase and pulled out his Moon pistols. He pointed at the monster. "Who's the assassin now, bitch?" he snarled. "ARRGH!" he yelled in pain, as the spinning blade that had flown past him had turned itself around and cut a gash across both of his wrists, making him drop the weapons. Blood immediately started pouring forth, running smoothly down his hands and dripping on the ground. Matt stared at his hands in stunned disbelief.

"Not so confident now, eh?" the youma smiled as the blade returned to its owner like a boomerang. "Fantastic invention. It will not stop attacking until it draws blood."

Matt quickly reached for his guns again; he reached them just as the youma assassin threw his blade and he blindly opened fire…

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Sailor Mars glanced around the streets cautiously on the late-night patrol. Cryptic visions had kept her awake yet again, and sleep was evasive. So she did what she always liked to do to take the edge off: go out on patrol. Usually she went alone, but given that Artemis hadn't quite regained her trust after putting her in a trap by herself, Rei found a companion.

Sailor Mercury, awake for yet another late night of studying, answered her call "for a study break." The Senshi of Water followed steadily behind Rei, her blue goggles on. "What were your visions like that you couldn't sleep?" the genius asked.

Rei shook her head in annoyance. "I couldn't really make anything out. I swear, what's the point of being able to read through fire if I can never understand what it's trying to tell me?"

"At least it wasn't the terrifying premonition of doom that you usually get," Ami told her helpfully.

"Or I just need to stop drinking so much of my homemade sake," Rei muttered under her breath.

"Hm?"

"Nothing. It's weird though; when I can't figure something out, my brain just keeps turning it over and turning it over and thinking about it and—"

"Sh. Did you hear that?" Mercury interrupted. The two girls glanced around, looking for the source of the muffled thud that had stopped Rei's complaining.

Several more low, dull thuds in rapid succession reached their ears. Mercury pulled out her computer and tried to get a bearing on the location. "I'm not sure what it is, but it's coming from over here! Come on!" The two Senshi took off running.

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Matt leveled the white Moon pistol at the diving knife, firing again and again to attempt shooting it down. His bleeding wrists protested angrily; the blinding white blast of the Moon bullets seared into the night. Alas, the demonic weapon was moving too quickly for him to draw a bead on it, and it dived and slashed at his face and body as he dodged back and forth to avoid its lethal cuts.

The youma policeman laughed cruelly. "It's no use, human. The blade has a mind of its own."

Like a boomerang, the youma blade hovered briefly at the far end of the street before zipping toward Matt once again. It followed a perfectly straight trajectory, aiming for his heart.

It was about chest level, heading straight for him, and Sneider realized he could get one shot off. He stared down the spinning blade and squeezed the trigger, aiming for the center.

The celestial bullet impacted the blade dead on, striking it a glancing blow the deflected it off course. Sneider cursed, realizing he hadn't quite hit it dead center where he had wanted it. But the shot did its job.

The blade spun wildly away from Matt towards the still-cackling youma, whose eyes widened in shock as he found himself impaled in the chest with his own weapon. The assassin sunk to his knees on the ground, gasping for air.

"Not quite how I intended it, but what the hell," Matt thought.

"What we need is information. If you see another one…I don't care how you get it, just get it."

Sailor Mars' words came back to him even as he watched the monster desperately cling to its life, its mission failed. Matt strode over to the dying monster and thought about what it could possibly know. Then he smirked. "I've always wanted to say something like this," he muttered before roughly grabbing the monster's collar.

"Alright pal, start talking," Sneider said theatrically. "WHO ORDERED THE HIT?"

"The hit? What are you talking about? Are you crazy?" the dying monster had the strength to be completely confused by Sneider's incredibly lame cop-movie line.

Matt shook his head. The tough-guy thing wasn't working. It wasn't like the movies, was it?

"Look, you—you and your friends kidnapped somebody, right?" Sneider asked, acting more like himself this time. "Where is she?"

"Ah, yes, the Senshi of Love," the youma whispered. "She's lovely."

"I'm sure she is; now where is she?" Matt asked again impatiently.

"What makes you think I'll tell you, you fool? As if it matters," the youma choked out, coughing up clots of its black blood.

Matt thought for a minute. He had never imagined being in a situation like this. How was he supposed to interrogate this thing, anyway? He was no torturer. Time for a different approach.

"Look, I'm not Jack Bauer or anything," the analyst explained, "but I'm thinking that if I shoot you in the head right now, it'll ease your passing…if you tell me what you're planning." He pressed the barrel of the black Moon pistol against the monster's forehead, hoping his display of bravado was working.

"What makes you think we care about the Senshi of Love? It's not her we're after," the beast rasped. "It doesn't matter whether you find her or not. Our master wants something else." A spate of coughing interrupted the monster's confession. "Don't ask what—it's precisely for situations like this that he doesn't tell us what he's planning."

"Well, that's convenient," Matt observed lightly.

"Though…he never could stop talking about a traitor within the Senshi ranks. One that would be open to his control. That's all I know—I'm just an assassin, for God's sake! I don't know everything!"

"A traitor, huh? Okay, thanks for your time. This has been useful. To be honest, the only reason I'm asking is because a really good-looking girl in a red skirt told me to," Matt said.

The youma's eyes narrowed in disgust. "Tell Rei Hino and her friends that they will never see us coming. We know more about them than they can imagine."

"Like what? Hello?" The monster had expired.

"Well, that's damn convenient," Matt muttered. "Why do they always last just long enough to spout out some cryptic message? Maybe this really is like the movies. I must be crazy." Then he turned to the youma body and shot a solitary bullet into the youma skull. "Just in case," he said out loud.

"Just in case what?" came a familiar voice from nearby.

"Man, this really isn't my lucky night," Sneider thought. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," he said out loud sarcastically when he saw Sailor Mars' red fuku. He vaguely noticed another figure behind her.

"We were going to rescue you, if you needed help," the Senshi of Fire said. "But it looks like you survived…and have the wounds to prove it," noting his gashed wrists. "Is that job of yours getting to be too much to bear? Feeling depressed lately?"

"It's impossible to be depressed at Goldman Sachs!" Matt snapped, jabbing a finger at her. "You don't know what you're talking about, Rei."

"I—" the girl stopped before she could retort. Then, without warning, she violently slammed him against the wall of a nearby building, looking apoplectic. "What did you just call me?" she whispered dangerously. Matt winced.

"Uh…is it inaccurate?" he asked sheepishly.

"Tell me how you know that!" Rei yelled, shaking him. "You're not supposed to know that! Our identities are secret!"

"That…that thing on the ground said your name! If it helps, I shot him in the face right afterwards."

"Rei, stop it. He didn't do anything wrong."

Matt peered past Rei's angry face to the new speaker. She was dressed like Rei, except in blue instead of red. Sneider looked at her face. He thought he had seen it all, but…

Despite the current situation, despite all the insane events of the past two nights, despite the fact that he was being brutally interrogated by an angry girl for doing his job, Matt Sneider still had the mental capacity to stammer out the question that immediately sprung to mind upon first seeing Sailor Mercury.

"Why the fuck do you have blue hair?"

There was an extremely awkward silence; even Rei was stunned at his remark. Mercury blinked. "…it's natural," she finally replied. "Let him go, Rei. Can't you see he's hurt?"

Mars released the aggravated Sneider, who couldn't seem to stop staring at Ami's blue hair. Mercury stepped forward with her medkit and examined his still-bleeding wrists, which ached painfully. "I'm going to bandage you up," she told him before raising an eyebrow. "That is, unless you object to being treated by someone with blue hair."

"No objections."

As the Senshi of Water cleaned and dressed his wounds, Mars asked, "What else did you find out from the youma…other than that they somehow know about our secret identities?"

Matt winced as rubbing alcohol stung his cuts. "He wouldn't tell me where your friend is. Whoever his boss is, is pretty smart. He gives his lackeys no info about his plans so they can't give them away."

Sailor Mars snorted. "Typical. What else?"

"Oh, and he said that there might be a traitor in your midst…or words to that effect," he added as Rei's eyes widened in shock and Ami froze halfway through applying a bandage. "Are you sure?" Mercury whispered.

Mars turned away, placing both hands on either side of her head in exasperation. "This is bigger than we imagined," she said. "we have to get everyone together immediately."

"Everyone's asleep, Rei," said Ami, resuming her bandage wrapping. Mars lowered her head and sighed. "We'll have to meet before school starts, then," she said. She turned back to Matt. "You're coming, by the way."

"I am?"

"We need to figure out what this means and what to do about it. You heard it first, so you're coming."

"Done," said Mercury, standing up. Matt tested his fingers, looking at his newly-bandaged wrists. "Nice job," he muttered. "Feels better already." He glanced up at Sailor Mars. "You're welcome, by the way," he said. "I got information, didn't I?"

Rei blinked. "Yes," she said, as if unsure of what she was saying. "Yes, you did."

"We'll meet at…8am tomorrow…so, in about six hours," said Sailor Mercury. "I'll have to drag Usagi out of bed by her heels."

"Yeah, I don't have to be at work till 9 anyway; I'll just go straight there afterwards," said Sneider. "Where at?"

"Hikawa Jinja Temple," said Rei, handing him a card with the address on it. "And don't be late."

Matt tucked the card into his shirt pocket. "I'm never late," he said matter-of-factly.

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Five hours of sleep, a Google Map search, and a shower later, a fully-suited Matt Sneider found the entrance to Hikawa Jinja. He held a large cup of coffee and a copy of The Wall Street Journal: Asia Edition.

He stood outside the entrance and admired it; he had always been a fan of East Asian architecture. It looked graceful, inviting and homely. Stepping under the gateway, he began walking up the marble staircase.

Sneider found himself in the deserted front courtyard. Two crows squawked noisily at the stranger. Matt suddenly felt a little out of place in his business attire. It was as if he was in another world, or another time.

"You're early," said Rei, emerging from a door in her red and white miko outfit. "Welcome."

She seemed in a mellower mood. This was, of course, a good thing.

"Good morning," said Matt, shaking her hand. "So this is what you look like in real life." He looked at her flowing robes and decided he approved. It was much more modest than the ridiculously short skirt he had first seen her in. "Although she did have killer legs…" he thought with a twinge of regret.

The miko nodded. "I'm a Shinto priestess-in-training."

"Cool. I like it here," said Matt. He nodded towards Phobos and Demos. "Are those crows yours?"

Rei nodded. "They're my companions. A lot of people find that strange, but…I like them." One of them cawed, seemingly in assent.

"Anyway, everyone else is actually here already," the miko told him. "Come inside." She turned and gracefully slid open the front door. Matt followed her to a large room with a low table and a phone, where three other girls were sitting.

"Everybody this is-?" Rei glanced at him expectantly.

"Matt Sneider, Goldman Sachs," Matt said by default and force of habit. He looked at the group. They all seemed pretty normal and nice enough. He wondered if that translated when they were in their different forms. Matt placed his coffee and his newspaper on the table. It was strangely like a lot of the business meetings he had to attend, as if they were the clients and he was the presenter.

"We met last night," said the girl with blue hair. "I'm Ami Mizuno."

"Makoto Kino," said a tall brunette, who stood up and gave him a strong handshake. "Glad to finally meet you."

"Likewise," he said.

The last girl stood up. Matt had never seen anything like her. Seriously, what was with this group and the strange hair styles? With a warm smile, Usagi Tsukino greeted Artemis' protégé. "I'm glad you're here," she said genuinely. "I'm Usagi Tsukino—" she was cut off by her huge yawn. "And, it's too early for me to be awake," she laughed it off.

"And she's the future Moon Princess too, so be aware of that," Makoto reminded him half-jokingly. Matt glanced at her, then back at Usagi. Shifting his briefcase to the ground, Matt awkwardly took a knee before the startled girl, bowing his head as if he was in an imperial audience. "Your Majesty," he said seriously.

The girls looked at each other, not knowing whether they should laugh. Was he joking? None of them could tell. Usagi herself couldn't contain a huge grin. "Oh, come on, get up," she said playfully. "I'm not the Moon Princess yet; that doesn't happen for another couple thousand years."

Matt raised his head, looked around, and seemed to realize he looked extremely awkward. He hastily climbed back to his feet and gave a nervous cough. "Right, it's just—anyway, should we get started?" he asked. Everyone sat down.

Matt took a large gulp of coffee. "So, one night this talking cat shows up at my apartment and gives me these." He held up the black and white Moon pistols and laid them on the table. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say they belong to someone here, and the cat was working with you guys."

The girls stared the weapons. They had never seen anything like them before.

He quickly recapped the previous night's events, recounting the monster's revelations word for word. "And that's it," he finished, elbows, resting on the table.

"Well, it doesn't seem we're any closer to finding where Mina is," Makoto frowned.

"Apparently, they aren't really interested in keeping her, according to the monster," said Matt. "He said it wouldn't matter if we found her or not."

"That doesn't mean we stop trying," said Usagi. "Without her with us, we're on less than full strength, and we can't have that."

"Obviously," said Makoto.

"And what's all this about a 'traitor'?" asked Rei.

"It can't be true," Usagi said urgently. "It just can't. No one sitting at this table would sell the others out. Nobody."

"Says the group that put one of its own in danger to 'test' me," Matt said. "Man, and I thought I had trust issues. You guys are more paranoid than Ozzy Osbourne!"

Rei buried her head in her hands. When would this guy stop putting his foot in his mouth?

"I think you were lied to," said Ami. "Our trust and love for one another is our strong point. It's one of the things the youma don't understand; it's how we've been able to beat them so many times in the past. So, if they find a way to attack that love…"

"—then they damage us," Makoto finished Ami's thought.

"Think about it, guys," Ami nodded. "The rumor doesn't have to be true; it just has to give us the perception that one of us might stab the others in the back. Perception is reality. And that impacts our trust, and by extension, our strength."

Matt found himself nodding. "Damn straight," he muttered. He had to admit, it was a good strategy.

"So you think it's a false rumor designed to impact us where it hurts the most," Usagi agreed.

The Senshi of Water nodded. "That's my intuition."

"Well, you've never been wrong before—you do have an IQ of 300 for a reason," Makoto laughed. Matt's eyebrows shot up.

"Nothing is more terrifying than that one of us would betray the others, and I know that will never happen," Usagi added. "I love you all too much to let it happen. Our future Moon Kingdom and the defeat of the Negaverse will depend on it. A future of love and peace is at stake."

Matt wasn't sure what struck him at that moment. Looking back on it, he would say that it was probably just a function of the full weight of the situation bearing down on him, everything happening all at once, assaulting his brain and finally succeeding in revealing itself as the new reality. This was his life now; the Senshi had just let him into their sphere, revealing their greatest strengths and their greatest weakness. He could no longer turn his back on them.

People don't like sudden abrupt change, no matter how good it might be for them. So, Matt's automatic defense mechanism kicked in, a final display of resistance before submission: he started laughing. Gently at first, then building uncontrollably into laughter bordering on the maniacal.

"What's so funny?" Rei demanded.

"You—can't—possibly—tell me—" he choked out, "that—this—is what's happening. That you guys all live together in a kingdom on the Moon two thousand years in the future, even though you're all my age—that I'm supposed to help you achieve that by shooting these random pistols everywhere—and that—bad guys come to Tokyo on a regular basis to get their asses kicked by girls in miniskirts," Sneider finally finished. "It's crazy. You can't expect me to really believe that."

"Matt, I swear to you it's the truth," said Usagi, frowning. "Believe me, it took me a long time to believe it too."

"No way; this is insane," said Matt, getting up from the table and packing his bag. "I'm calling up the nearest mental institution to check myself in, because this is just—"

His rant was interrupted by the phone on the table ringing. Automatically on reflex, he grabbed the receiver and answered it, ignoring Rei's annoyed grunt. "Hello?"

"Am I speaking with the Sailor Senshi?" came a deep, guttural voice from the other end.

"The Sailor Senshi?" Matt asked in confusion. The other girls watched, motioning for him to speak. "Y-yeah, this is the Sailor Senshi," he said. "How'd you get this number? I don't think we're in the phone book."

"Are you sure? Forgive me; I was under the impression that the Senshi were all women," the voice mocked him.

"Yes, this is the Sailor Senshi. They've decided to inject some testosterone into the group," Matt shot back. "Now why are you calling?"

"Your friend will be brought to the Hang Fung restaurant in Chinatown tonight at midnight," said the voice. "You will bring the ransom there at that time. Bring the Imperial Silver Crystal."

"The…Imperial…Silver…Crystal," Matt muttered, writing it down on his legal pad. "Do you want us to bring you the British Crown Jewels with that?"

There was a pause. "Who are you?" the mysterious voice asked with interest.

"You're the one calling us; don't ask me who I am," Matt said. "Who are you?"

"I would just like to tell your lovely blonde friend here who is responsible for her dying because he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut," the voice snapped. Brief pause. "And my name is Lucretius, as if it matters to you."

"Alright, so…midnight tonight, Hang Fung restaurant, Chinatown, bring the Imperial Silver Crystal," Matt recited.

"This isn't a business deal. Do you think this is a game? There is more at stake here than even your lives," Lucretius told Sneider. "I have half a mind to gut the Senshi of Love right now like a fish just to spite you."

"Listen buddy," Matt snarled, losing patience. "You told us to bring the Crystal, we'll bring it. And then you can try saying that shit to my face, fuck-o." He slammed the receiver down, breathing heavily. "Was that a little heavy-handed?" he asked the group at large.

"He has our friend captive! You don't talk to him like that, you idiot!" Rei cried.

"But he has your friend captive!" Matt protested. "Why shouldn't I talk to him like that? Hell, I don't even know what the Senshi of Love looks like!"

Usagi pulled a small photo out of her schoolbag. "This is her," she said, showing it to him.

Matt Sneider took the photo and stared. The dying youma had been right—she was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, with a playful smirk. She could have been a model.

Matt looked up at the Senshi. "Question," he said, "is being really good-looking a prerequisite for being in this group? Because if so, I honestly don't think I qualify."

His joke resulted in a few chuckles, breaking the tension from the phone call.

"So, we're going to this place tonight then?" Makoto asked. "I've been to that restaurant before. They have really good steamed pork buns."

Everyone stared at her. "Steamed pork buns?" Usagi repeated, practically drooling at the thought. Ami sighed. "Usagi and food…wow."

"So, why don't we meet here at 10 and head over?" suggested Rei. "Unless…wait, Matt, won't you still be at work?"

"Well…no, actually," he remembered. "Tonight I have to go to the printer. It basically means I can take the night off. I'll just show up there, let them know I'm there, and then sneak out to come here. I'm sure it won't be a problem."

"We're not actually going to give them the crystal, are we Usagi?" Makoto asked their leader.

The future Moon Princess stood up. "Nope," she declared. "We're going to keep both the Crystal and Sailor Venus."