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Bubble Gum Crisis is copyrighted Artmic Inc. and Youmex, Inc. I am
just borrowing the characters for a little while, and promise not to
bend, fold, or staple them - unless I can come up with a good reason
to do so. I can be contacted at the Email address above. C&C will be
accepted, out and out flames will result in a Boomer or two being sent
after you.

Please, enjoy my take on the Bubble Gum Crisis universe.....
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     Satoru looked at the men before him. It was uncomfotable in
the narrow hallway, but no one was ready to complain. Several
held the rifles tightly, a look of uncertainty and fear on their
faces. They were the only ones left on this floor. The workers
who'd been in the drug lab had already dashed past them, and were
racing down the stairs to the exits. 

     Unlike the floors above, the third floor was divided into a
series of offices. The Yakuza gangsters were clustered around the
staircase leading up to the fourth floor. Wisps of smoke were
drifting down the stairs from above, and the sounds of flames
cracking were audible.  

     "Idiots!" Satoru screamed. His usally immaculate dress was
in disarry. He waved the small automatic he was carrying wildly.
"You left a fortune upstairs for that animal to destroy! You are
a disgrace to the Sleeping Dragon! You are worse then useless!"

     "But sir -" one of the men began to say.

     Satoru tuned and shot the man in the chest, twice. The man
looked at him in suprise as the red stain on his white shirt grew
larger. He then collasped, making several of his companions jump
back in disgust.  

     "Anyone else want to make an excuse?" Satoru snarled. No one
answered. "Good. Now, how many men do we have here?"

     "Eight," replied Tetsu, one of the senior hoods. "Another
eight or so below clearing out the club. There's fifteen more on
the sixth floor, but they can't get pass the fire in the fifth
floor. Nemesis must have disabled the fire supression system on
the fifth."

     "That means he can't escape to the roof," said another.

     Satoru glared at him. "Which means he will either try those
stairs," he said pointing to the flight leading up, "or the
windows."

     "The guards we got stationed on the other roofs are watching
the windows right now," said Tetsu. "We managed to get a message
out to one of the roving armored suit units, and they should be
here in three minutes."

     "Too long," snarled Satoru. "I want him dead before those
suits show up!" He glared at Tetsu. "What do we have in the way
of heavy firepower?"

     "We've got a anti-boomer Gerlitch Rifle in the armory,"
replied Tetsu. "Along with half a dozen clips for it. But its
heavier then hell, and a bitch to carry."

     "I don't care. I want it up here, and now!" He thought for a
second. "There's a secondary water sprinkler system that was
never removed when we took over the building."

     Tetsu nodded. "Mr Sato ordered the system turned off after
some idiot set it off and runined three hundred million yen of
drugs. The main is not far from the armory."

     "Have someone turn on the main!" 

     Tetsu nodded and snapped off an order to two of his men.
They scrambed down the hallway towards the stairs. Satoru looked
at the others, then looked at Tetsu. "Contact the men on the
sixth floor," he snarled. "I want then to get ready to come down
the stairs once the fires dies down."

     "What do we do until the sprinklers come on?"

     "We wait." Satoru smile was cold. "After all, he's not going
anywhere."