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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.....

Note: At the curret time, this is the last compleated chapter of this fic. I
am current working on Chapter 12, but If I cannot compleate it by this time
next week, I will post Chapter 1 of "Storm Warnings," my BGC/Higlander Xover.
I will continued to make "Vigilante's Run" my main post to the FFML, with
"Storm Warnings filling in should I not compleate the VR chapter for the week.
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Chapter 11

Over District 8
February 10, 2036
10:31pm

     "What do you have on the police channels, Nene?" asked
Sylia.

     "It's bad and getting worse," replied the redhead, who was
sitting at the Knight Wing's communications station. "There's
reports of several Jager Hunter/Killers class power suits in the
area, and they're not real choosy about their targets right now.
The building Priss' signal is coming from is on fire, and there's
been a couple of more explosions from inside. It's a war zone down
there."

     "Any idea what's going on?" asked Linna, who was standing
beside Nene.

     "The Police don't know, but the name 'Nemesis' has been
bandied about several times. It could be him."

     "How are we going to handle this, Sylia?" asked Linna. "We
can't just go up against Jagers power suits."

     "We will try to avoid them if we can," replied Sylia,
bringing the aircraft into a gentle turn. "Our first
responsibility is to help Priss out of whatever she's in the
middle of. But if the Jagers make themselves a danger to the
surrounding area, we won't have a choice in the matter."

     "And what if it is Nemesis down there?" asked Nene. "Do we
try to take him?"

     Sylia was silent for a minute. "Not unless he attacks us
first," she replied. "We're not going to do the ADP's job for
them."

     "But the man is a killer!" said Linna.

     "Every one of his victims has been an active member of a
criminal organization," said Sylia. "He's never harmed an
innocent."

     "There's always a first time."

     "Nene, have you checked on the building's ownership?" asked
Sylia, ignoring Linna for a moment.

     "I didn't have the time for a through check. I managed to
find out the building was purchased eighteen months ago by VMR
Limited. Nothing on the company, but the only business in the
building is the Fu-Shui nightclub."

     "I've been there," said Linna quietly. "It's one of the
hottest club in the city."

     "If these reports are right," said Nene, her face serious,
"then it's going to get hotter. The fire in the building is
spreading, and the Fire Department can't get close enough to fight
the fire."

     "We'll be there in three minutes." said Sylia calmly. "Be
ready for anything."
     
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Inside Fu-Shui nightclub
February 10, 2036
10:33pm

     It wasn't hard to follow Nemesis - the vigilante left a
trail of dead Yakuza gangsters in his wake. Priss glanced at the
first couple of bodies they passed, and wished she hadn't. Each
gangster had died from a single 12mm round that had nearly cut
them in half. She made it a point not to look closely at the
bodies after that.

     From in front of them, they heard the occasional crack of
the Gerlitch, interspaced with other gunfire, several explosions,
and the occasional scream or yells. Priss didn't know if she
should be impressed or scared at the vigilante's chilling
proficiency with the bulky rifle.

     Leon held Satoru tightly with one hand, using him as a
shield, his other hand gripping his Redhawk. Satoru himself
wasn't resisting, preferring being a live prisoner then a dead man
for now. Priss trailed behind the pair, her eyes constantly
searching for any signs of an ambush.

     They reached the ground floor without incident and moved
slowly across the now deserted dance floor. Priss looked around
carefully. "What do you think?" she asked Leon.

     "I think Nemesis must have eliminated most of the inside
security by now." He looked at the Yakuza leader. "Right?"

     Satoru nodded slowly. He was pale and drawn, looking nothing
like the smooth and confident man he had been half an hour ago.
"There are still the men guarding the exits, and the Jager units.
Nemesis will not leave this place alive." 

     As if to make his point, a flurry of automatic weapons fire
come from the direction of the front door. That was followed by
two flat cracks as the Gerlitch replied, then a flash of intense
light teamed with a loud bang. The three of them stopped.

     "Flash Bang grenade," said Leon. "Do your men have any?"

     "No," replied Satoru, looking worried. "But Nemesis does."

     Another explosion, followed by several screams, glass
shattering, and wood cracking reached their ears. After that
there was silence.

     "Stay here," said Leon. "I'm going to take a look." He moved
forward, leaving Priss and Satoru standing in the middle of the
dance floor. After reaching the hallway leading to the main
entrance, he turned and gave Priss the high sign and disappeared
into the gloom.

     Priss tapped the Yakuza member on the shoulder with her
pistol. "Don't think of going anywhere," she growled. "I'm not as
thoughtful as Leon."

     "I will not attempt anything," Satoru said in defeat. "Right
now, I'm safer with you and Inspector McNichols then out on the
street."

     They were silent after that, until Leon jogged backed to
them. "Nemesis made it out onto the street," he said in a normal
tone, but Priss saw he was a bit pale. He pointed to an emergency
exit off to their right. "Let's use that to get out of here.
Nemesis left a real mess behind him at the front door."

     The trio moved quickly towards the emergency doors. The
doors opened easily, leading out onto the sidewalk. The air was
thick with the smell of smoke, the shouts of people, and the
scream of sirens. Priss looked up and her eyes widen as she saw
the flames shooting out from the windows several floors above
her.

     "Let's get clear!" Leon yelled, grabbing Satoru by the arm
and propelling him into the street. Priss followed and the three
ran across the street and took shelter behind a ADP troop
transport. 

     There was an explosion that shattered glass and sent burning
debris in every direction. The night air lit up with flame that
turn the area almost into day. Priss blinked several times to
clear the bright dots that peppered her vision. She slowly looked
up at the building and grimaced at the sight.

     The top four floors of the building were now compleatly
engulfed in fire. Even as she watched, several pillars of flames
shot through the roof and reached into the sky. <Like a torch
lighting up the night,> she thought in amazement. <Leon wasn't
kidding when he said Nemesis had an scorched earth policy.>

     She tore her gaze away in time to see Leon reached out and
grabbed a nearby ADP trooper. "Who's in charge?"

     "Inspector Wong."

     Leon released the trooper and pointed to Satoru. "That man's
under arrest. You and your partner escort him to ADP
headquarters, ASAP."

     "Yes sir." The trooper hustled the subdued man away.

     Leon opened the door and reached inside for the vehicle's
radio. "Daley, it's Leon. What's the situation?"

     \\About time you showed up. Where the hell were you?\\

     Leon smiled at Priss, who returned it with a smirk of her
own. "Taking a look at the problem from inside the building."

     \\Inside? You're kidding me.\\

     "I give you all the juicy details later. What's going on?"

     \\About a minute ago, some guy in a black hardsuit came
charging out of the front door of the building. He paused long
enough to take apart half a dozen armed Yakuza gunman guarding
the front door, then charged off into the night, followed by at
least half a dozen Jager battle suits. I've got a major scramble
order out to all ADP units.\\ As if to accent Daley's words,
there was the sound of explosion in the distance.

     "Did any of our people shoot at the guy in the hardsuit?"
asked Leon.

     \\Negative, and he didn't shoot at us. Let me guess, that
was Nemesis, right?\\

     "You got it partner. If I know our guy, he's going to try
and draw those Jagers off into a deserted area, then either lose
them, or take them out. How's the surrounding area?"

     \\Well, there's an abandoned apartment complex four blocks
in the direction Nemesis took off in. The place is so run down,
even the rats don't hang out there.\\

     "Sounds like the right type of place. How many units do we
have deployed right now?"

     \\Three ADP Tac teams right here, with two more on the way.
The N-Police have four of their own units here too. There's also
two ADP choppers and a N-Police whirlybird standing by.\\

     "Get the choppers into the air and start tracking our
friends now. Leave one Tac team here to round up the survivors,
and protect the fire department. Have the other four stand by to
move out. If Nemesis decides to turn and fight the Jagers, I want
to be able to seal off the surrounding area."

     \\You've got it.\\ 
     
     The roar of a low flying aircraft interrupted the
conversation. Leon looked up to see a dark shape fly low over the
building. He looked at Priss. "I think your ride is here."

     She nodded, watching the Knight Wing disappear into the
darkness. "I think the Knight Sabers might decide to give the ADP
a hand in this matter."

     Leon grinned. "It's been a hell of a date, hasn't it?"

     "I prefer mine a little less exciting." 

     Leon shrugged. "I preferred our dates didn't finish early
because either you or me or both of us have to go off to save the
city from itself."

     Priss reached out, grab Leon by his shirt, and kissed him.
Leon was too surprised to resist. After several seconds, she
released him and stepped back. She grinned at the stupefied look
on his face. "You wouldn't have any other way, Inspector
McNichols. Later."

     She turned and dashed off in the direction the Knight Wing
had been flying. Leon watched her, not believing what she'd done,
but enjoying the sensation of her kiss anyway.

     The mood ended quickly.

     "McNichols!" shouted a female voice. An ANGRY female voice. 

     Leon closed his eyes and muttered, "Anderson."

     He turned and smiled at the N-police detective, who was
glaring at him from a couple of meters away. "Can I help you,
Inspector?"

     The blonde continued to glare at him. "Has anyone told you
you're a pig?" she snarled. Behind her, a chastised looking
Kosaku Sanemori stood watching from the safety of the ADP police
car he'd been driving.

     "Not in the last three hours."

     "This is a crime scene, not lover's lane!" Anderson stalked
towards him. "Or do you make it a habit of allowing pretty
bystanders kiss you?"

     Leon sighed. "Until about twenty minutes ago, I was on a
date, a date with that 'Bystander'. We happen to be inside the
nightclub when Nemesis hit it."

     She stopped less then a meter from him. "And how in the hell
do you know it was Nemesis?"

     "There's not many people wearing black hardsuits with a
stylized skull painted on the faceplate running around MegaToyko
at the present time, is there?"

     "You saw him?"

     "He was as close to me as you are now."

     "Didn't you try to arrest him?"

     Leon's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

     "Hell, yes. He's a criminal, and you're a police officer, or
at least you're posing as one."

     Leon felt the start of a real big headache coming on. He
fought to keep his anger down. "I didn't try to arrest him for
two reason. First, I was in the process of keeping Masahiro
Satoru from becoming road kill, curtesy of Nemesis. Name ring a
bell?"

     Anderson nodded. "One of Sato's senior advisors. The second
reason?"

     "The second reason is Nemesis was using a Gerlitch Anti-
Boomer Rifle to try and take out Satoru. Do you have any idea the
damage one of those rifles will do to a Boomer, let alone a
Human?"

     "I'm familiar with the Gerlitch," replied Anderson stiffly.
"Those weapons are too heavy for quick -"

     Leon cut her off. "Well, Anderson," he said angrily "I've
got news for you. Nemesis wasn't having any trouble using the
Gerlitch, and there's a number of bodies in that building to
prove it. Add the small fact that Nemesis was carrying enough
armor on that hardsuit of his to make any threat of force I could
muster laughable."

     "Nemesis has never attacked a police officer."

     "But he's never stuck his hands and surrendered when told to
do so either, has he?"

     Anderson's eyes narrowed. "Where's Satoru?"

     "On his way to ADP HQ. Of course, he'll be out before we're
finished up here, but he's still alive."

     "And Nemesis?"

     "He's playing tag with several Jager power suits off in that
direction." He pointed towards the direction Nemesis had flown
off in. Several explosions could be heard, mixed in with the
sounds of auto fire and screeches of missiles. "I was about to
direct the containment operation. Want to watch?"

     "All right, Cowboy, you're on."

     "We'll take your car, if you don't mind."

     "Fine by me. I borrowed it, and Sanemori, from you guys
anyway."

     "Come on, then."

     Seconds later, the ADP car, light flashing and sirens
screaming, roared off in the direction of battle.