The paperwork landed on Nene's desk with a thwack, and she looked up to see the normally stoic face of HE-AT, her cybernetic boss, creased into a frown.
The abnormal sight raise Nene's eyebrows, and she quickly scanned the file in front of her.
"Concerned Statement: This Freakshow elite, 'Sp33d Fr3@k', has caused sufficient damage that PPD management has authorized excessive force in his
apprehension."
Nene cranked her eyebrow even further, and looked up at HE-AT. "Why's that such a big problem, H-E? We've had two of those orders come in this
week alone.."
HE-AT maintained her concerned expression, and mutely pointed at a line on the file in Nene's hands. Nene followed her prompt, and her eyes widened at the
amount of zeros in the 'damage caused' category. "I.. I think I see the problem now."
"Statement: Even with medical assistance, I do not believe detective McNichol can accomplish the apprehension of this fugitive."
Nene nodded, her brow furrowed in thought. Her face smoothed, and she gestured towards the phone. "Then I think we need some backup."
-----------------------
Terrence Knight, Scourge of Cimerora, General (Commanding) of the Lady Grey Task Force, Lead Tank to The Legendary, Heralded as the Angry Death by the Banished
Pantheon, spoken of in hushed tones by the Freakshow, rolled over, flailing his arms in the air as the blankets bound his legs to Lisa's, causing his
momentum to twist him off the mattress. As his face sailed towards the floor, Terrence managed to grab his cellphone, bringing it with him on his short
downward trip.
"Hihi, Terrence-chan! I hope I didn't wake you, but I need some help!" Chirped the bright voice of Nene Romanova. Terrence shifted the phone
slightly and tried to focus his thoughts.
"Whrt hnrgle nrrd?" he managed.
"Uhm.. I've got a little Freakshow problem, and this time, when I say 'excessive force' is authorized, I mean it.. And I've got a plan
that shouldn't destroy _too_ much of Skyway.. "
Terrence blinked. If the little redhead was talking that casually about destroying sections of Skyway, this was likely to turn out to be more interesting than
another afternoon spent on the Parapets of Rommy's stolen castle...
-----------------------
"No, d00d, you don't seem to understand what I'm saying here - if you don't come up with those leg upgrades, you'll never have to worry
about your inventory again!" Sp33d Fr3@k slammed the phone down hard enough to shatter the glass desk he was sitting at, which exploded into shards and
splinters. His raucous laughter stopped short as a quiet chirp came out of his pocket, and he slipped a compact radio into his hand, turning it up and
listening intently. "So the heroes think they can send a pathetic team of low speed losers to deal with the Sp33d Fr3@k, that's awesome!" The
radio went back in a pocket, and the Freakshow speedster shot out of his ersatz office, blasting through the abandoned industrial building.
-----------------------
Amberlee floated in the zero-g meditation chamber, folded into a full lotus, her wings moving just enough to caress the air. The soft sound of her breathing
was the only sound audible in the heavily shielded chamber, deep in the protected core of the Legendary base. Far away, under one of the countless overpasses
in Skyway City, Lord Admiral Emet glared down at the stocky figure of Mag Flashlight, who was watching Terrence. Terrence, for his part, was happily pounding
Lost, averaging 2-3 of the massive mutants downed with any given blow.
"I hate the wait." Emet grumbled, in a voice like a concrete truck inside another, larger, concrete truck. "How can we even be sure the little
jerkoff is gonna run through here?"
Mag looked away from Terrence's joyful mayhem, craning his neck to look up at Emet's towering height. "We can't be certain, but Nene says he
should, and HE-AT backs her up. Leon's got a PPD response force in the wings to be rapid deployed most anywhere, and besides.. we're just that good.
It'll be fine." Emet shrugged it's massive shoulders, then turned away from Mag to watch Terrence, who was almost out of Lost.
As the last of the mutant homeless slipped through the Medicomm network towards the Zig, Terrence turned and strode towards the other two waiting tanks. Just
shy of the pair, he stopped momentarily, and a blur flashed in front of him, resolving into Cyberman 8 and SSC Thrust, both rotating around a lamp post to shed
excess momentum.
"We're ready." Cyberman stated, and Thrust nodded beside him. Mag gave them a thumbs up, and the two speedsters shot off into the labyrinthine
depths of Skyway City. Terrence hopped up to sit on the concrete wall that Emet was leaning on, and angled his gaze at Mag.
"They're ready. We're ready. Anyone heard from the Inside Team?"
"Not yet. I'll check." Mag replied, and keyed open the Coalition radio channel. "Quicksilver, Mister Catorce, are you folks ready?" A
moment passed, and then a voice crackled back over the radio link.
"Most assuredly so. This bright-eyed young lady and myself are ready to do our part to bring holy Justice to this demented Freakshow!"
"Alright, then, we're just waiting for Nene's call"
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
The abnormal sight raise Nene's eyebrows, and she quickly scanned the file in front of her.
"Concerned Statement: This Freakshow elite, 'Sp33d Fr3@k', has caused sufficient damage that PPD management has authorized excessive force in his
apprehension."
Nene cranked her eyebrow even further, and looked up at HE-AT. "Why's that such a big problem, H-E? We've had two of those orders come in this
week alone.."
HE-AT maintained her concerned expression, and mutely pointed at a line on the file in Nene's hands. Nene followed her prompt, and her eyes widened at the
amount of zeros in the 'damage caused' category. "I.. I think I see the problem now."
"Statement: Even with medical assistance, I do not believe detective McNichol can accomplish the apprehension of this fugitive."
Nene nodded, her brow furrowed in thought. Her face smoothed, and she gestured towards the phone. "Then I think we need some backup."
-----------------------
Terrence Knight, Scourge of Cimerora, General (Commanding) of the Lady Grey Task Force, Lead Tank to The Legendary, Heralded as the Angry Death by the Banished
Pantheon, spoken of in hushed tones by the Freakshow, rolled over, flailing his arms in the air as the blankets bound his legs to Lisa's, causing his
momentum to twist him off the mattress. As his face sailed towards the floor, Terrence managed to grab his cellphone, bringing it with him on his short
downward trip.
"Hihi, Terrence-chan! I hope I didn't wake you, but I need some help!" Chirped the bright voice of Nene Romanova. Terrence shifted the phone
slightly and tried to focus his thoughts.
"Whrt hnrgle nrrd?" he managed.
"Uhm.. I've got a little Freakshow problem, and this time, when I say 'excessive force' is authorized, I mean it.. And I've got a plan
that shouldn't destroy _too_ much of Skyway.. "
Terrence blinked. If the little redhead was talking that casually about destroying sections of Skyway, this was likely to turn out to be more interesting than
another afternoon spent on the Parapets of Rommy's stolen castle...
-----------------------
"No, d00d, you don't seem to understand what I'm saying here - if you don't come up with those leg upgrades, you'll never have to worry
about your inventory again!" Sp33d Fr3@k slammed the phone down hard enough to shatter the glass desk he was sitting at, which exploded into shards and
splinters. His raucous laughter stopped short as a quiet chirp came out of his pocket, and he slipped a compact radio into his hand, turning it up and
listening intently. "So the heroes think they can send a pathetic team of low speed losers to deal with the Sp33d Fr3@k, that's awesome!" The
radio went back in a pocket, and the Freakshow speedster shot out of his ersatz office, blasting through the abandoned industrial building.
-----------------------
Amberlee floated in the zero-g meditation chamber, folded into a full lotus, her wings moving just enough to caress the air. The soft sound of her breathing
was the only sound audible in the heavily shielded chamber, deep in the protected core of the Legendary base. Far away, under one of the countless overpasses
in Skyway City, Lord Admiral Emet glared down at the stocky figure of Mag Flashlight, who was watching Terrence. Terrence, for his part, was happily pounding
Lost, averaging 2-3 of the massive mutants downed with any given blow.
"I hate the wait." Emet grumbled, in a voice like a concrete truck inside another, larger, concrete truck. "How can we even be sure the little
jerkoff is gonna run through here?"
Mag looked away from Terrence's joyful mayhem, craning his neck to look up at Emet's towering height. "We can't be certain, but Nene says he
should, and HE-AT backs her up. Leon's got a PPD response force in the wings to be rapid deployed most anywhere, and besides.. we're just that good.
It'll be fine." Emet shrugged it's massive shoulders, then turned away from Mag to watch Terrence, who was almost out of Lost.
As the last of the mutant homeless slipped through the Medicomm network towards the Zig, Terrence turned and strode towards the other two waiting tanks. Just
shy of the pair, he stopped momentarily, and a blur flashed in front of him, resolving into Cyberman 8 and SSC Thrust, both rotating around a lamp post to shed
excess momentum.
"We're ready." Cyberman stated, and Thrust nodded beside him. Mag gave them a thumbs up, and the two speedsters shot off into the labyrinthine
depths of Skyway City. Terrence hopped up to sit on the concrete wall that Emet was leaning on, and angled his gaze at Mag.
"They're ready. We're ready. Anyone heard from the Inside Team?"
"Not yet. I'll check." Mag replied, and keyed open the Coalition radio channel. "Quicksilver, Mister Catorce, are you folks ready?" A
moment passed, and then a voice crackled back over the radio link.
"Most assuredly so. This bright-eyed young lady and myself are ready to do our part to bring holy Justice to this demented Freakshow!"
"Alright, then, we're just waiting for Nene's call"
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies