Disclaimer, I own nothing in here, I dont want cash for this... well... 
maybe I do, but I�m not getting any.  So dont sue me, I dont even have a 
job.
	If any of you have flames/CC/comments whatever, feel free to send 
them, but this is a one shot and I dont plan on editing it at all.  Any 
errors in storyline, forget em, I haven�t seen any BGC videos in over 4 
months.  I know that my grammar stinks, I know that my spelling needs some 
work, and I know that Barney the dinosaur loves us... goddes save us all.
	I blame this fic on the fact that I have been listening to track 2 
and 10 of savatage�s handfull of rain CD.  If you liked 80�s metal even 
remotelly, get this cd, is awesome.  But anyway, on to fic.
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titles?  what those?
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	Nene sat in her car.  There wasn�t much to think about.  The 
steering wheel was clutched in her hands.  The brown leather surrounding the 
warm plastic edged slowlly around as she gripped it.  She looked around her; 
slowlly her eyes came to rest on the parking meter.  She stared at it.  It 
looked like it stared back at her.  She giggled a little as this realization 
slipped into her head.  The thoughts came back unbidden of the past week. 
Her eyes turned cold as she started the car, revved the engine a few times, 
and drove away from ADP headquarters.
	�Ok Sylia, there�s a boomer coming at us from 4:00, it appear to be 
some form of adaptation of a doberman.�  Her eyes snapped front as a blue 
nissan narrowlly swerved to avoid her bumper.  She pulled back into her lane 
and started paying more attention to her driving.  Her eyes looked to the 
left and behind as she switched lanes, a tear fell from them.  �Aw shit 
Sylia, they didn�t mention theyd have illegal combat boomers in here... this 
isn�t worth $4,000.�  The street lights went by, cars went by, stoplights 
stayed. �Waitaminute, we�re onlly getting $4,000 for this?�  She moved 
forward as the light changed.  She continued driving down the road.  The 
headlights of a car in front of her seemed to be saying �comeon Nene, just 
swerve three feet and it will all be over.�  she gazed at the bright light 
as it shot past her.  �OHNONONONONONONO!!!  Comeon Nene, we need the specs 
on this boomer and we need it now!�  Sylias cry was the last thing she could 
clearlly remember... there were bright red lasers going off, all of them had 
fallen, all butt her.  She parked in front of the dark grey tower.
	She had contemplated suicide, all of her friends had died because 
she wasn�t good enough to crack through the defenses on the boomers 
programming.  She kew now how to do it, but knowing now didn�t bring them 
back.  She pulled out her service pistol.. stared at the black gleaming 
metal in her hands.  �Ohgod.... Nene, please, save yourself�  Those were 
Sylias last words, her leg had been broken... there was no other way to 
describe having all the servos in your suit shoved through your kneecap.  
Rage went through her mind... A red cloud seemed to settle over the horizen 
as she looked up.  Slamming the door as she got up, she walked into the 
skyscraper.  Three loud shots rang out as she walked over to the elevator.  
The door chimed as she stepped out in front of quincy�s office... the 
secretary didn�t even have time to say �do you have an appointment?�  She 
threw the door open... there was a shocked look on quincy�s face as she 
barged in.  The sights rise up from the carpet, to the desk, to his tie, and 
to his head.  A loud sound, of metal rubbing on metal rang out as she 
suddenlly noted that her gun arm was no longer attached to her body.  She 
stared at it as the guard boomer behind her shoved it�s arm through her 
chest.  Nene smiled as she thought of seeing her friends again... her body 
crumpled to the floor.
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	A new secretary was brought in, she faintlly overheard her boss 
saying �Who was that woman Mason?�  She went back to filling her nails.