A/N: Round Two! DING!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this bitchin' plot.

Niki grumbled in exasperation as she tried the combination on Akalara's locker again. She knew she had seen her put it in correctly, as she had watched her for the past three days, just waiting for this opportunity. And now that she had it, the damn lock wouldn't open.

"You know, a Turk who can't pick a lock is pretty much worthless."

Niki turned around only to come face to face with Ram. She yanked at the lock hopelessly. "Really?" she sneered. "Why don't you try it then?"

Ram simply smiled and gestured for Niki to move. Taking a single hair pin out of her hair, she flipped the lock up, inserted the hairpin into the back and with a flick of her wrist, released the lock. She handed it to Niki. "Learn to do it yourself or next time I'm charging you, got it?" she asked.

Niki nodded, watching as the Turk walked away. Making a face and tossing the lock to the bench, she proceeded with her plan. Taking the box from her own locker, she emptied it's contents into Akalara's, right on top of her 'lucky thong'.

"Yes, my Pretties," she said with a maniacal laugh. "Yes, do your worst."

"So, tonight Reno said he's taking me to this really expensive restaurant in Old Midgar," Akalara gushed as she and Brit came into the locker room. "And then he said that he was going to turn me into dessert!"

Brit snorted and Akalara turned to glare at her. "Sorry," she said, popping her gum with a smirk. "Dessert, huh? Sounds...messy."

Akalara giggled. "Oh, we'll end up in the shower afterwards," she said.

"Good," Brit said, opening her locker door and blowing a bubble. "Make sure he's nice and clean before I get him tomorrow morning. I don't want any leftovers, ya know what I mean?"

The green haired woman narrowed her eyes. "Aren't you just the slightest bit jealous, Brit?" she asked. "I mean, Reno's got at least three girls..."

Snickers came from Elena and the Amazons (as Kandi, Katrina and Ram were now referred to). Brit grinned at them while Akalara shot daggers from her eyes. "As I was saying," she continued. "Aren't you mad?"

"Nope," Brit answered slipping her hoodie on over her head. "Like I said before, we have an arrangement and it works for us. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to a dirt bike track with Torr. Have fun getting eaten."

Akalara stared after her partner and shook her head. She turned the dial on her locker door and opened it. She was greated by about twenty white mice eating their way through her outfit for tonight. Akalara screamed as a few fell out and landed on her now bare feet.

Niki poked her head out of the showers when she heard the shriek. Walking out with her hands clasped behind her back, she began to sing. "Mice in 'er underwear, hear her shriek... Mice in 'er underwear, hear her shriek... Mice in 'er underwear, hear her shriek! Skip to m'lou my darlin'!" she concluded with a smirk.

Akalara turned around and grabbed Niki's lapels, jerking her forward so they were nose to nose. "That...was my lucky thong!" she exclaimed, her red eyes glowing dangerously.

Niki looked into the locker and the shreaded undies. "Hmm, don't look so lucky," she said tilting her head to the side. "If it was that lucky it wouldn't have died such a horrible death. What kind of nasty shit you got on your panties anyway? It drew in a swarm of mice!"

Akalara pointed to the vermin. "These are white mice!" she exclaimed.

Niki threw her hands up. "Praise Odin!" she exclaimed. "She can see!"

"They are either used in labs as test subjects or sold in pet stores as companions for losers!" she shrieked. Akalara's face then grew sinister. "I'm calling the lab and donating them for research purposes."

Niki lept for the mice, grabbing them gently up in her arms. "No!" she exclaimed. "You can't hurt them! They're my friends!"

"I knew you planted them!" Akalara screamed. "Oh, that's it! I was going to try to co-exist with you and forget this little feud, but that is IT! You, you clinically insane bain of my existence, are going down!"

Niki gathered up her mice as Akalara stomped off. Counting them as she placed them back in their carrier she started to panic. "I'm missing two!" she cried, looking around frantically. "Pinky! Brain! Where are you?"

Elena patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, Niki, you'll find them."

"Yeah," she sniffed wiping her eyes. "They're probably just off doing what they do every night."

"What's that?"

"Trying to take over the world!"

Reno looked at his watch again. Akalara was an hour late. Guess she's not coming, he thought, leaning back in his chair. The door to the restaurant opened and two familiar faces walked in.

"Yo, Brit! Torr!" he called, motioning them over.

Brit gave him a strange look but came over anyway, followed by Torr. "Sup Re?" she asked, slapping his hand in greeting. "Thought you were taking Akalara out to some fancy smancy place tonight. What are you doing in Taco Hell?"

Reno gave her a look. "Fancy smancy?" he asked. "Nah, just gonna grab a bite to eat and then turn her into a sundae at my place, but she stood me up."

"Huh," Brit said, eyeing the menu trying to figure out what she wanted. She handed Torr some cash. "Get me a number 5, extra sour cream and a soda."

Torr pushed her money away. "I got it," he said, kissing her cheek. "Be right back."

"So what's up with Akalara?" Reno asked as Torr walked away. "I piss her off or something?"

Brit popped her gum and rubbed her scrapped knee through the hole in her jeans. "Dunno," she said. "She could have gotten into it with Niki again over you."

"Shit," Reno said, leaning forward in his chair. "They know about each other?"

"Yep," she answered. "Fighting like bitches, too."

Reno grinned lopsidedly at her. "What about you?" he asked, flicking a piece of her hair away from her face. "You getting in on the cat fight, too?"

She snorted. "Fuck no," she said, as Torr placed her food in front of her. "Thanks, T. Re, I've got more important things to worry about than that shit. There are better people to kill."

"So I'm not worth fightin' over?" Reno asked with a pout.

She took a bite of her taco. "Nope," she answered. "Sorry."

"Bitch."

"Fucktard."

"You're the coolest, you know that?"

Crunch, crunch. "Yep."

A/N: MWAH HA!!! This is fun. (grins evilly)

Reno: Put them in bikini's and a mud pit.

Brit (slapping Reno): Shad up, Fucktard!

Reno: I'm gonna put your ass in there too!

Brit: Try it and I'll crush your head.

Reno: I've had so much head trauma over the years...

Brit: Your OTHER head.

Reno: ...I'll be good.

Me (high fiving Brit): Oh yeah! That's my girl. Stay tuned for the next episode of Operation: FFR; Akalara's Revenge!