At 12:37 AM 5/31/96 -0700, you wrote:

Aaron/Kendra wrote:

 Whistling a merry tune, Mike drove on, blissfully unaware of the 5-odd
tracking devices attached to various parts of the cab...

...Or the brown-haired cat-girl bouncing on roofs of cars, trucks and
busses, following the scent of bamboo-breath.

Wayne wrote:

He watches as Panda leaves the terminal and hops into a cab, "Shit! "
Stargazer exclaims as they speed away. He quickly 'ports another tracking
device onto the back of the cab, and follows by 'porting to any spot they
stop for more then 2 seconds.  "He's mine!"

  Mike was beginning to get a little uneasy. First of all, there was the
weirdo that kept appearing in a flash of light every time the cab stopped
at a light. Second, he was getting the feeling that someone was following
him...
  He glanced in the rearview mirror, and was unsurprised to see a small
figure bounding from roof to roof. Kendra. Uh-oh.
  He turned to the Panda in the back seat, who was idly flipping through
a National Geographic. "Um, hold on. We've got a bit of turbulence up
ahead."
 The Panda gave him a easily understandable look. <Isn't that airplanes?>
  "Whatever." Mike winced, slammed his foot on the gas, and took off at
80 mph through the busy rush hour traffic
* * *
Five minutes later, they hadn't crashed. But the sides of the cab had big
dents, the Panda was huddled in the back seat, and about 23 cop cars were
hot on their tail. Mike was wearing a rather disturbed grin, and the guy
who did the 'porting trick was having trouble finding a place to appear.
  And then, it appeared in the street ahead. The Prodinator.
  Panda's eyes went wide with alarm. Mike, too far gone to care, honked
the horn and ran him down. Well, he tried to, anyway.
  The Prodinator was thrown over the hood, and landed on the roof. A
metal gauntleted hand smashed through the ceiling of the cab a few seconds
later, as the vehicle swerved from side to side...

  Kendra: [Seeing the Prodinator trying to get into the cab] HEY!
PANDA-CHAN'S MINE! [closing her eyes, a blue/purple glow appears on her
clothes, which disolve and are replaced by armor plates of the same shade
blue/purple, a futuristic headband/visor appearing over her eyes and around
the backs of her cat-ears, protecting them.  All in all her armor looks like
a BGC hardsuit crossed with platemail.  She then makes a powered leap
foreward, closer to the cab, not noticing the fact that she very nearly
crushed the entire roof of the police car she was riding on with the force]
PAAAAANNNNNNDDDDAAAAAA-CCCCCHHHHHHAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! Kendra's coming
for you you great big cutie you!

* * *
Officer Millene had been having a very bad day, and that was before the
lunatic in the cab had practically run her down as she bought a hot dog.
The discovery of a Panda seen in the back of the cab didn't make her feel
any better. And now, some kind of cat-midget-thing was jumping up and down
on the roof of her moving police cruiser, muttering about bamboo breath.
  It was times like these that Millene wished they had looser rules on
shooting people.

A purple blur suddenly flashed in front of her as the cars roof caved in,
nearly crushing herself as well.  She could faintly make out a scream of
"panda-chan" over the sounds of the police cars as she looked around
herself, shaking at the nearness of turning into a smear on the roof of the
car.  The only thought in her mind was "I need a vacation"



Aaron Stolz ------- astolz@direct.ca