Could you guys please comment on this (it doesn't need to be a major work,
but just what did you think). I want to know if I should keep going or not.
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	The cry of an old, audio telephone awakened Reed from his flashback. His
hand leapt to the phone while he hoped to hear Priss badgering him for
worrying, or Arlene telling him everything was fine. "Yeah?"
	"It's Nene. Priss is really hurt." Nene's innocent voice was obviously
trying to hold back tears. "We're.... We're taking her to Arlene's." Reed
could here the young woman's sniffle. Her next words were tinged with both
anger and relief. "Where were you? I've been calling for almost two hours!"
 	"I guess I was daydreaming, or something.... Two hours.... I'm on my way.
Tell Priss for me, OK?"
	In the background, Reed could hear Priss groan through her words.
"Sylia.... She's, she's gonna kill you, ya know." He really hoped Priss was
joking.
	"I guess we'll find out in a few hours."
	"Reed, be careful. I don't want Priss living only to hear that you died
driving here." Nene chimed in before hearing Reed's grunt of acknowledgment.
She hadn't disconnected when Reed's phone crashed back onto the cradle, but
when Priss screamed in agony, Nene was glad that no one was on the other end.
	Inside his house, Reed was a whirlwind of motion as he grabbed his coat,
and put on some clothes before running to his double-wide garage and opening
the automatic door. Unfortunately, in his hurry, he had momentarily
forgotten that his Porsche had two broken headlights. That realization hit
him hard when the automatic garage door turned on the lights.
	"Oh well. Not much choice, and the highway patrol can just try and stop
me." Seconds later, the engine growled in anticipation while the parking
lights made a somewhat futile attempt to pierce through the darkness and
rain. Driving would be, at the least, very interesting, he thought, before
taking the silver car out of the garage and guiding it down the street.
	Fortune, however, had decided to smile on him. Either the Highway Patrol
had decided to take the night off, or none of the officers wanted to try to
stop him. There was little they could do to catch him from behind, as the
Porsche he owned had a rebuilt engine which pushed somewhere around 600hp, a
marked improvement from the standard Porsche 959 engine which used to take
this car to over 250kph. He easily took the speed demon to over 300kph on
more than one occasion, but only after the rain had ceased, nearly 150
kilometers outside of Mega-Tokyo.

	Three hours later, a silver car plowed up the drive leading to Arlene's
house. A teenaged boy was watching from the side, and as the car turned onto
the dirt driveway, he called flipped on a communicator. "Linna, someone just
took a silver Porsche up the driveway. All I could see was that he needs new
headlights. I couldn't catch anything else."
	"Thank God, Reed made it."
	"What?!?!?" Linna cut Mackie's exclamation short by turning off the radio,
leaving him stunned for nearly five minutes until he turned back towards the
road.
	Meanwhile, the Porsche muscled its way into the yard, moving at least
120kph as it rounded the last corner before spinning sideways and plowing
ahead with the passenger side of the car. The engine quieted to a nice purr
when the car was placed into neutral, though the wheels loudly protested the
application of the emergency brakes. It was a great testament to the car's
design, with its low center of gravity, that the silver machine only gently
lifted the two driver's side wheels off the ground before deciding to slide
forward on the ground. Reed, however, took the opportunity to jump out of
the car, ignoring the fact that the car was still moving at least 40kph.
	Twenty feet away from the silver bolt, a large, orange van, marked Silky
Doll, was parked. Three feminine forms could be seen exiting the van, one of
which was being supported completely by the other two. All three were
dressed in power armor of some type, though the woman in the blue suit was
obviously seriously wounded.
	"Oh man. Oh, God, please." Reed's words to himself slower than his reflex
action to run over and see what happened. "PRISS!"
	The two others harsduits, one a deep blue with pink legs, the other an
olive green with reddish trim, stepped to the side. The blue and pink
hardsuit spoke first. "Reed!" 
	Hearing the words, the wounded woman looked up. Her stomach had a four inch
wide, her hardsuit curled up into the gash, providing enough pressure that
she hadn't fainted from loss of blood. The armor had obviously been
punctured by something very heavy and sharp. She was obviously in pain.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Everyone doubted her sincerity when she was
unable to remove her left arm from the support the wing-like attachment on
the other pink-legged suit was providing.
	Reed couldn't contain himself, and brought his arms under Priss', holding
on to her. "Don't die on me, girl."
	"I've had worse," she half-joked. She knew she was lucky to be alive, and
so did everyone else, and they all knew she hadn't had worse, and would be
luckier to survive, especially since they couldn't give her proper medical
treatment until the hardsuit was removed.
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	But Priss did have some chance. Arlene was a registered surgeon, and her
basement had been cleaned and was waiting for some very impromptu operating
to be done within its walls. Sylia had covered necessary expenses such as
bribing for supplies.
	The two girls carefully supported Priss as she was taken inside. Reed
didn't follow, deciding it wouldn't do to have to talk to Sylia at this
moment. He'd heard enough of her to know that the talk wouldn't be pleasant.
Instead, he sat in his car and thought back to his first date with Priss.
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Ben Kosse bmk7411@cs.rit.edu
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Biggest BGC otaku on the RIT campus (especially Priss).
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