Ranma looked into the glassy surface.  Damn, he
thought, they're on my trail.  I've gotta get
the info and get going.

"Akane, would you please re-route the physical
connection to the other server?"

"Sure, Ran-chan."

Ranma opened a new cyber-link and strapped on his
helmet.

"helmet-con established," murmured a soothing female
voice.

"Good," Ranma waved his head around for a little, then,
"Akane, I'm in!  Got the info!  Send a power surge to
the office of Mr. Shin, i don't want him getting
in my way.  Say, how much do you think they'll pay for
this?"

"I don't know...but with this, we can cause electrical
pulse bursts through any place on earth with power outlets
since the Great Network of '98."

"Great!"  Ranma took off his helmet, turned around, and
grabbed Akane, "now let's have a few pulse bursts right
now, Akane-chan."

"Oh, you only call me that when you want it," Akane said,
but her tone of voice betrayed her deep need.

Ranma reached over and grabbed the Wingman Extreme II
joystick, and positioned it where it would do the most
good, Akane had already divested herself of all obstacle
to the stick, and with a mighty shove buried the entire
right-hand-sculpted grip inside her, with the "cooly hat" 
3-d switches rubbing against her insides.

damn, didn't turn out as bad as i thought it would.
i guess i started liking it for a second.
oh well. ^_^

signed, phoneynt
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