Subject: [FFML] [FFML][Fanfic][BGC2040 X-over] Seven Days <Day Three>
From: Kyhdin@aol.com
Date: 3/29/2000, 5:13 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

*Whew* All I can say is brace yourselves, this one is a long one.

Compliments warm the heart......
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-Komdo
"This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back... 
You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed 
and believe whatever you want to. 
You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you 
how deep the rabbit hole goes."
-Morpheus, "The Matrix"
*********Room 303, Worshowski Hotel, Tokyo, 9am

Kit had woken up with a hangover before. He was, after all, an american 
college student and it was, for the majority of college students, a rite of 
passage.

He had heard stories from friends of waking up in bizarre places. One guy 
proclaimed he woke up in a blimp, another talked about waking up to find 
himself in a hammock suspended from a streetlight.

He was fairly sure that none of them had been woken up by a scream from the 
other side of the bed.

Looking over, he saw Linna, naked, staring at her left hand in absolute 
horror.

"Linna?" He asked, trying to ignore the drums in his head, "what's wrong?"

She held out her hand to him to show him the band of gold on her finger. It 
took him a moment to focus on it and then he gasped and looked at his hand. A 
matching band of wrought gold encircled the third finger of his left hand.

He was quite positive that they weren't there yesterday.
**************
Room 303, Worshowski Hotel, Tokyo, 915am

They sat on the edge of the bed, not quite out of arm's reach of one another, 
but not so close that you could mistake them for lovers.

"Well. . ." Kit said before trailing off. It was then he noticed Linna was 
making soft sounds and her shoulders were shaking. "Linna?" He asked, 
reaching out to touch her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" She gasped, recoiling as though she had been shot.

"I-I'm sorry." He said, yanking his hand back.

"N-no." She said, turning to look at him. "I. . ." she held her face in her 
hands and cried.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Kit scooted over and slid his arm around her 
shoulder. She didn't pull away, but instead leaned into him.

"Look. . .Linna. . .I. . ."

"Just hold me." She whispered.

So he did.
***************
A.D. Police Headquarters, computer room, 930am

"E-Detective Nene Romanov!" Nene announced as she answered her portacom. "Hi 
Sylia."

"Hello Nene," Sylia said, have you seen Linna? I was wondering if her friend 
Kit knew anything and she's not answering either one of her portacoms."

"Well, no," Nene said, "you think something happened to her?"

"I don't know," Sylia's expression was flat and hostile, "but find Walker, he 
may know."

"Sure." Nene said, her thoughts running parallel to Sylia's as she turned off 
the com and rested her fingers on the keys of her computer. "Now, if I was an 
American in Tokyo, where would I be?" With that, she went to work.
**************
Room 303, Worshowski Hotel, Tokyo, 935am

Both Kit and Linna looked up as the phone rang.

"Answer it." Linna said softly. Nodding, Kit reached over and keyed for audio 
only.

"Hello?"

"Mister Walker? This is the front desk, I'm sorry to disturb you but I have a 
call for you from a Nene Romanov. She insists upon being put through and 
since you left word here that you weren't to be disturbed except in a matter 
of gravest emergency. I wouldn't even be calling up except she claims to be a 
police officer and is threatening me with arrest."

"How the hell did she-" Kit started to ask and stopped. It wasn't important.

"Put her through." Linna said quietly.

"Are you-"

"I said put her through!" Linna snapped and then her expression softened. 
"Please."

"I'll take it." Kit told the phone.

"Yes sir." There was a clicking noise and then Nene's voice came through.

"Okay Walker! Where's Linna?"

"Hello Nene." Linna said before Kit could speak. 

"Linna? You okay?"

"Hangover. Could you swing by my apartment and grab some fresh clothes and 
some Sober-Up from the drugstore?"

"No prob. You sure you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks Nene." Linna said, as Kit turned off the phone.
**************
Room 303, Worshowski Hotel, Tokyo, 10am

Linna wrapped in a soft robe, all but pulled Nene into the room.

"Do you have it?"

"Yeah." Nene held up the bag. Quickly, Linna ripped opened the package and 
popped the red pill into her mouth, washing it down with a cup of coffee 
before staggering over to the bed and sinking down onto it.

"Where's Kit?" Nene asked.

"Out getting breakfast." Linna said and sighed appreciatively as the Sober-Up 
went to work, dispatching her headache with a minimum of fuss. "God, I needed 
that. Thank you Nene."

"No problem," Nene said and then took in Linna's appearance. "Wait. You and 
Kit-" Her eyes lit up like twin suns again. "you did! Okay, I want details, 
was there any food involved?"

"I don't really remember."

"Don't remember? I thought you and Kit spent the night together."

"We did," Linna said, "among other things. . ."

"Among what other things?" Nene asked suspiciously.

Linna held up her left hand.

For the second time, a scream echoed from room 303
**************
Knight Sabers HQ, 1030am

Sylia was only faintly aware of Nigel, Priss and Mackie gathered behind her 
as she stared at the wall phone in astonishment.

"They what?"

"Got married." Nene said. "I think she's still in shock. She doesn't even 
remember the ceremony. All she remembers from last night is a Karaoke bar and 
a few scattered images of her hand and Kit. . ." Nene made a circling gesture 
with her finger. "When she woke up, she was a married woman."

"How original." Priss murmured. Sylia pinched the bridge of her nose. This 
was a headache she did not need.

"Where is she now?"

"I made her take a shower," Nene said glancing at something that they 
couldn't see. "she said she sent Walker out for breakfast, that was like, 
forty-five minutes ago and he isn't back yet."

"Okay, Nene, I want you to stick to her like glue, find an excuse to get her 
out and about, go shopping or whatever you feel is nessacary, try and found 
out how much she may have told him. Keep her at home afterwards if you can."

"Told him about what-" Nene started to ask and then broke off as 
understanding dawned. "oooohhh. Right." She averted her eyes from the screen. 
"Whoops! She's out! Talk to ya later." The image winked out.

"Does this mean we have to send gifts?" Priss asked.

Nobody said anything for a few minutes.

"Nigel," said Sylia, "you saw the records from the boomer attack right?" He 
nodded. "Do you think you can modify the systems on mine and Priss's suits to 
compensate for whatever it is that keeps our systems from being affected by 
that jamming field of his?"

"I can try," Nigel said after a moment's thought. "If that's how he's doing 
it."

"Don't tell me you think he's a ghost too," Sylia groaned.

"Seen to much to just dismiss it," Nigel said as he lit a fresh cigarette and 
headed back towards the work area, trailed by Mackie.

"What's the plan?" Priss asked.

"No plan," Sylia said, I simply want to be prepared for the next time we meet 
the Phantom. I find I have this need to talk with him." Sylia smiled a chill 
little smile and Priss felt herself recoil from the reptilian coldness in 
Sylia's eyes.
**************
Tokyo Airport Hanger 5, registered to Spirit Cargo Transport Inc.
1130am

"Married?" Guran asked disbelievingly.

"Apparently," Kit said, looking down at his finger. He hadn't taken it off 
yet and he having no idea if Linna had taken off hers, He'd decided to leave 
his on as well.

"I don't believe this," Guran said, shaking his head, "You're not even 
completely trained and already you're getting married."

"It wasn't even my idea!" Kit yelled. "Hell, maybe it was! I can barely 
remember the honeymoon! How should I know who's idea it was?!" Kit slammed 
his fist against the side of the plane. "I'm sorry Guran, I shouldn't be 
yelling."

"It's all right Kit." Guran said, handing him some coffee, "I shouldn't have 
spoken like that." He gestured to a set of nearby stools. "What's important 
now is if anything else happened last night."

"Anything else? Like what?" Kit asked. Guran gave him a flat look and Kit 
winced. "Oh, right." 

Gene surgery had made STD's all but extinct and unwanted pregnancies were a 
thing of the past ever since a doctor at John Hopkins had perfect an implant 
that altered body chemistry that prevented certain key chemicals from being 
made. In short, Kit's gun was loaded, but all it shot was duds. For women, 
the implant altered body chemistry so her eggs were sterile.

Kit had an implant, but he had no idea if Linna did, and the implants weren't 
always a hundred percent effective. 

It was thought foremost on his mind as he took out his portacom.

"Hello?" Linna said as her face appeared on screen.

"Can we talk?" Kit asked.

"Now?" Linna asked and then her face disappeared to be replaced by Nene's.

"She doesn't have anything to say to you!" Nene snapped.

"Nene!" Linna shouted and her face replaced Nene's. "Now's not a good time 
Kit."

"Yeah. I was hoping we could talk over dinner tonight." He held up his hand. 
"No alcohol, I promise." She smiled.

"Sure." She said. "Crown Cafe at six?"

"I'll be there." Kit promised and her image winked out.

"Well that's settled," Kit sighed, "now what?"

"I suggest lunch." Guran said and escorted the younger man out of the hanger.
**************
The Crown Cafe, 630pm

Kit picked idly at his food, across the table Linna poked at her salad with a 
fork. She was still wearing her ring, a fact which pleased him for some 
reason.

"Linna," She looked up.

"Hm?"

"I. . ." He ran a hand through his hair.

"I know," she said softly, "its a lot to take in."

"Yeah." He hesitated for a moment, wondering how to phrase it, then plunged 
in. "Linna, if there's. . .I mean. . .I swear I'll do right by him!" She gave 
him a wan smile.

"Relax," She said, taking his hand, "I'm not pregnant, Nene dragged me to the 
doctor already."

Kit's let out a long breath, he hadn't realized that he had been holding it.

"Oh, good, I like kids, but I'm not, I mean, eventually. . ."

"Shush," she said gently, "you're babbling." Kit shushed.

Time passed and eventually, Kit spoke again.

"Linna," He tapped his ring against hers, "about these." She looked down at 
the rings then back up at him. "I know what they mean, and I. . ." Sighing, 
he took out a small folder. "These are annulment of marriage papers. Say yes, 
we sign them and you'll never hear from Kit Walker again. Say no, they go 
into the nearest trash can and we try to make the best of what's happened."

Linna stared into his eyes. He was serious she realized, all she had to do 
was sign the papers and no one was the wiser. He was going back to America in 
four more days and she would never hear from him again.

Her thoughts turned to the disc she and Nene had found. It had been in a 
leather bound folder and contained the certificate of marriage, and a video 
recording which quite clearly showed her and Kit, drunk as could be, saying 
their vows before a justice of the peace and a few witnesses. It wasn't the 
kind of wedding she hoped for but drunk or not, she had taken a vow to love, 
honor, and cherish the man sitting across from her and she had always kept her
 promises. But did she love him?

And what about the Knight Sabers? She could always put in a transfer to Genom 
New York, she supposed, or perhaps Kit--she jerked her thoughts back to the 
Knight Sabers. He had to know, and if she told him. . .taking a deep breath, 
she looked back up at him.

"Before we decide, there's something you need to know about me."

"You're not the Phantom are you?" He asked. She laughed.

"No. . .not quite. It would be easier to show you. Wait here." Standing, she 
walked away towards the back.

She came back perhaps five minutes later. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"To see. . .to see a friend of mine." Kit nodded and signaled the waiter 
boomer for their check.
**************
Perhaps half an hour later, Kit stood in a lingerie shop named "Silky Doll" 
watching Linna, Nene, a white haired woman he didn't recognize, and Priss, 
the singer from the nightclub gathered in a circle near the dressing rooms 
talking in a quiet voice. After a few minutes, Linna turned and waved him 
over.

"Mister Walker," The white haired woman said as she held out her hand. "I'm 
Sylia Stingray."

"Please, call me Kit."

"Very well, Kit," she said, "I understand you and our Linna have decided to 
settle down."

"Well I don't know about that. . ." Kit started to say only to be cut off by 
Sylia.

"I was joking. Linna tells me that before you and she make any decisions, 
there is something you should know, and I find myself agreeing with her. If 
you would follow me?" With that, she turned and led the way towards the 
nearest dressing room.

Inside, Sylia pressed a spot on the wall, causing the back wall to slide 
open, revealing an elevator.

"Never seen a dressing room do that before." Kit noted as they all filed in.

"This is a very special shop." Sylia said dryly as the elevator began to 
descend.

"Obviously." Kit said and then looked over at Linna as he felt her fingers 
curl around his. She smiled shyly and he smiled back.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a wide open room, made of metal. A man 
and a young boy were hunched together over some kind of machinery and a red 
suit of armor, sleek and made for a woman's body hung from a rack.

"That's a Knight Saber suit." Kit said, making sure to put the right amount 
of shock and surprise into his words.

"Yes, it is," Sylia said, walking past him. "And that's Linna's little secret 
Kit, she's a Knight Saber. Just like Priss, and Nene, and myself."

"I never knew," Kit said. "I always thought you were an Urban Legend."

"We prefer it that way." Sylia said as she walked over to the suit on the 
rack and ran her hand along it fondly. "We kill rouge boomers Kit, that is 
our mission. Linna takes the risk alongside the rest of us. One of these 
days, she may not come back. "Are you prepared to deal with that?" Kit looked 
over at Linna.

"If she is, then I am too." He said firmly.

"Then welcome to the Knight Sabers Mister Walker."

"Thank you," Kit said, still admiring the suit. "that is a nice piece of 
machinery."

"Yes, it's Nene's," Sylia said as she rejoined them. "Perhaps we could make a 
suit for you. You seem to be in good shape."

"Yeah!" Nene said, "You could call yourself. . .uh. . .Skyknight!"

"Skyknight. . ." Kit mused. "No, running around in armor killing boomers 
isn't for me."

"Of course not," Sylia's tone was dry. "Still, there are a few things I'd 
like to go over with you."

"Of course," He looked over at Linna and held up the folder of papers. 

"No." She said, taking the papers from him and dropping them into a trash 
can. Then she lit a match and dropped that in too.

As the smoke began to curl upwards, she felt Kit's arms slide around her 
waist from behind. Smiling, she leaned back against him, feeling content and 
happy.

"Well, I'm glad that's settled," Sylia said as Nigel used a fire extinguisher 
on the small fire. "now then Kit, I was hoping you could-" she was caught off 
by the appearance of an elderly man in a neatly pressed suit. "Yes Henderson?"

"We've detected a reaction m'lady," he said, "Shinjuku District." Sylia 
muttered something under her breath as Nigel and Mackie began to take Nene's 
suit down from the rack and Linna, Priss, and Nene ran for the changing room, 
leaving Kit standing there in the middle of the room.

It was perhaps a minute later that Priss, followed by Linna and Nene 
returned, wearing tight fitting bodysuits that left nothing to the 
imagination.

"Linna!" He called as she passed, and grabbed her arm.

"Huh?" She asked right before he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to 
her. She was dimly aware of her arms sliding around his neck as the world 
vanished and she drifted on a sea of heat. When it returned, she was 
breathing hard and she was sure she was glowing.

"Be careful out there," he whispered, "please."

"Uh-huh," was all she could get out before Nene grabbed her arm. 

"Come on Linna!" Nene yelled, half dragging her up the steps.

"Knight Sabers," Sylia said, wrapping her hand around what looked like a 
fighter control stick. "prepare for action." She looked down at four lights. 
Three were glowing green. "Launch!"

As soon as the machinery had fallen silent, Sylia turned and ran for the 
elevator. "Follow me Kit."

Kit followed. The elevator took them up one level, opening up on a small 
parking garage where a large cargo van sat, waiting. "The mobile Pit." Sylia 
said with a touch of pride.

"Nice. Why not a jet? It would be quicker."

Sylia didn't say anything, but the look on her face suggested that she was 
thinking it over.
**************
"So how did it feel?" Nene asked over the com as the three sabers bounded 
from rooftop to rooftop.

"How did what feel?"

"When he kissed you!"

"Oh. It felt. . .nice."

"Nice? You were glowing Linna! Glowing!"

"Will you two shut up?" Priss demanded.

"Oh, like you're not wondering what it would be like if Leon kissed you?" 
Priss's response was a growling noise and Nene laughed. "So you are 
wondering!"

"Cut the chatter." Sylia broke in. "You're nearing the coordinates where the 
reaction is. 
**************
Sadom District, 8pm

Hollywood had Felix and Oscar, the A.D. Police had Leon MacNicol and Daley 
Wong.

Leon looked more like a biker then a cop. He was tall, with closely cropped 
hair and shoulders that bulked ominously under his leather jacket. Wong on 
the other hand had longer hair that was parted carefully and wore a clean, 
neatly pressed suit. Both feet were up on the dashboard and his eyes were 
closed behind his wire rimmed glasses.

Rumor had it that they had been partnered together on the assumption that 
Wong, who always seemed to be six steps ahead of anyone else, would either 
straighten MacNichol out or get himself killed due to Leon's "in your face" 
approach to law enforcement.

So far neither had happened, but there was a great many people who were 
hoping that would change and soon.

"I'm bored." Leon announced as though it was a great philosophical truth.

"Well we could always try and find Priss." Daley said without opening his 
eyes.

"Aw shut up!"

"It would give us something to do." Wong pressed, clearly enjoying Leon's 
discomfort.

"I said shut up!" Leon snapped, his hand tightening around the control stick. 
"Damnit! I need coffee!" The com picked that moment to crackle to life.

"All units, all units, this is dispatch, we have a rouge boomer in the 
Shinjuku district."

"Dispatch, MacNichols and Wong responding." Wong said as he took his feet off 
of the dash and hit the siren.

"Roger."
**************
"The battery packs on the hardsuits have a limited time. The more they use, 
the less time they have, its probably why we're not featured on the news as 
much. We have to get in, and beat the boomer then get out before the battery 
runs out." Kit nodded, Sylia was filling him in on Knight Saber Procedure. 
"In short, we simply don't have time to sit there and explain ourselves to 
the police. That perhaps is our mistake, but its all we can do. Nigel and 
Mackie are trying to develop a way to make a battery that has a longer life, 
but so far, they're stumped."

"I know a guy back home who might be able to help you there," Kit mused. 
"He's always coming up with ideas."

"You're a very intriguing person Kit."

"Thank you." Kit replied as the com crackled to life with Nene's voice.

"Sylia? We're here, and it looks like the A.D. Police beat us here."

"Oh and they brought the Kay Suits." Priss put in. They heard a distant 
crash. "The usual happened."

"Yes Priss, its terribly amusing, now get in there and destroy it."

"On it!" Priss yelled as Sylia pulled the van into an alleyway. 

"What can I do?" Kit asked as Sylia got up from her seat and ran into the 
back.

Following her, he found her sitting at a small terminal.

"What can you do?" She asked as she looked up at him. "You can pray."
**************
Genom Tokyo, 830pm

A rouge boomer is not a pretty sight. For reasons unknown, the boomer mutates 
into a biomechanical monstrosity as soon as its core malfunctions. At that 
point, it begins to absorb whatever machinery it can. Cars, computers, other 
boomers, nothing is safe.

Unknown to the public, Genom had suppressed all reports of rouge boomers and 
the Knight Sabers in the media, relegating them both to the realm of urban 
legends and street myth.

Quincy Roeschroyitz, Chairman of Genom, wasn't very appealing either. Well 
past a hundred, he was kept alive by an army of machines and the dream of 
seeing through to completion his dream of a boomer supported paradise. It was 
his obsession. 

Vice-President Brian Mason was also not a pretty sight. But that was because 
that there was something unappealing about him. His suit was neatly pressed 
and he wore black leather gloves. His eyes, however, burned with ambition and 
perhaps a hint of madness as well.

"As you can see sir," Mason said, indicating a monitor, "the first boomer is 
already on the scene and the other four will arrive shortly."

"Impressive." Quincy said. "How did you manage it?"

"Serendipity actually. As we did at the factory, we replaced the core of a 
regular boomer with that of one that was already going rouge. The boomer we 
selected however, was linked by subspace to four others as part of an 
experiment to improve boomer efficiency for when we begin terraforming the 
moon and mining operations on Jupiter." Mason cleared his throat. "For 
reasons we don't understand, the others also began going rouge. Our 
scientists suspect it has something to do with the subspace link."

"Be sure the boomers are terminated before they kill the Knight Sabers Mason. 
I still wish to have dinner with them and find out why they hate my boomers."

"We'll do our best sir. Excuse me." With that, Mason turned and strode 
through the doors. "Senile old fool." He muttered as soon as the doors closed 
behind him. He then looked at the Boomer standing nearby. She looked almost 
human, only the eyes gave her away.

"Dispatch the teams," he said, "Chairman Roeschroyitz wants the Knight Sabers 
alive and able to speak."

"Yes sir." She said.
**************
Priss watched in satisfaction as the boomer fell to the ground, its core in 
her fist.

"Let's go Priss!" Nene shouted.

"Yeah yeah." Priss retorted as she ran over to where Nene and Linna waited. 
They were about to launch when they heard a roar, and another, and then a 
third, and a fourth.

"Um guys?" Linna said, "am I hearing things or was that the sound of four 
rouge boomers?"

"You're hearing things." Nene said and then they heard the four roars again. 
"Okay, maybe not. Nene to Sylia!"

"What is it?"

"We're hearing what sounds like four rogue boomers. What do we do?"

"Get back here." Sylia said, your batteries are almost dead."

"We can't! Our power is too low for the jets to fire!"

"You have spare batteries?" Kit asked as he stood.

"Kit. . ."

"Linna's going to come back if I have anything to say about it." He said 
firmly. For a moment, they locked gazes and then Sylia nodded.

"I have some body armor you can wear."

"No need," Kit said as he reached into his collar at the back of his neck and 
pulled on a purple hood with a black mask and then pulled up his sleeve to 
reveal a shiny metal armband. "I brought my own." With that, he touched 
something on the armband and a curious rippling spread over his body. When it 
was done, he didn't even look human. His jaw was too regular and even and his 
muscles seemed to be perfectly in proportion to his height and weight.

"What the hell?" She whispered. 

"Nanotech." Said the Phantom. "Where are those batteries?"

"Back here." Sylia said and led the way towards the back.
**************
Linna ducked as a steel girder punched into the brick where her head was.

"We're dead!" Nene shrieked, "We are so dead!"

"Linna, Nene, Priss!" Sylia's voice said. "Kit's on his way in with spare 
batteries and the moto-slave. I'm going back to the pit for my suit and some 
heavy weaponry. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Kit?" Linna asked.

"He has some nanotech body armor." Sylia said. "I think he'll be fine."

"Nanotech?!" Nene exclaimed, "against a rouge boomer?"

"If you have a better idea, I'm open to suggestions." Sylia snapped. "Over 
and out."

"Crap!" Nene screamed. "So we're supposed to wait?"

"Apparently."

"You're not helping Priss!" Nene screamed. At that point, the moto-slave came 
tearing around the corner, ridden by a man in a purple suit.

"Kit?" Linna asked.

"Kit? Its the freakin Phantom!" Nene yelled.

"Kit. . .is the Phantom?" Linna asked as her world turned upside down for the 
second time that day.

"Okay, said the Phantom as he got off the moto-slave, "She said to change 
Nene's battery first." Quickly, he got behind Nene. "Talk me through this."

"You--" Nene started and then took a deep breath. "You start by depressing 
the switch on the left side of the casing.  .  ."
**************
"Damnit!" Leon howled  into the com as a car sailed over their heads. 
"Where's those other Kay Suits?"

"On their way sir, E.T.A. is two minutes."

"That's what you said five minutes ago!"

"E.T.A. is two minutes sir," repeated the dispatch officer.

"If we survive this," Leon said sourly, "I'm putting in a request to have 
Kay-Suits airlifted in." Then he ducked as another car landed on top of the 
first he and Daley were hiding behind. "I should have taken that transfer to 
Hiroshima."

"I should have taken the blue pill," Daley replied.
**************
The Phantom made the final connections of the battery to Linna's suit even as 
Nene finished with Priss. 

"So its been handed down from father to son for five hundred years?" Linna 
asked as power flooded her armor systems.

"Yeah. The line breeds true from father to son so we all wind up looking like 
younger or older versions of each other. That, combined with the mask, keeps 
alive the illusion that we're all the same guy."

"Sylia's going to be so disappointed." Nene said. "She spent most of this 
morning going through your family history, trying to figure out the secret to 
your immortality."

"The simplest explanations are the best." The Phantom replied.

"Enough talk." Priss snapped and leaping to her feet, charged into the 
battle. "Right behind ya!" Nene shouted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Linna asked. 

"About this?" He tapped his chest. "I wanted to, hell, I was going to at the 
restaurant if you had said no, but then you dropped this whole Saber thing on 
me."

"Hey Linna!" Nene yelled over the com, "are you two planning to join us?"

"Yeah." Linna said as she stood. "Kit. . ."

"I know. . ." He whispered as he touched his armband and faded from view. "I 
know. . ."

In the end, it all worked out, once Sylia returned, they had enough firepower 
to beat the rouge boomers into scrap. Then, tired, sore, and their armor 
damaged, they all went home, leaving the A.D. Police to clean things up.
**************
Genom Tokyo, 1030pm

Roeschroyitz watched the monitor as over and over, it displayed the battle 
between the Rouge Boomers, the Knight Sabers, and the A.D. Police. The White 
Saber was the key, when she showed up, the odds tilted drastically in the 
Knight Saber's favor.

And now a new player had entered the game, a man shaped blur with powerful 
weapons that moved with grace and speed and he or she seemed to be on the 
side of the four ladies who had been plaguing him for so long.

Mason, he decided, was no longer an asset. His greed, ambition and madness 
had blinded him. The man was a genius at bisnuess, but otherwise useless. It 
seemed the scales would have to be tipped.

Closing his eyes, Roeschroyitz immersed himself into VR and called up a CAD 
program. It appeared he would have to take matters in hand personally, he did 
so abhor taking a personal hand in matters, but the things he had done to 
make his dream a reality already would condemn him to eternal damnation as it 
was. A comforting thought was that Mason would be there with him and he felt 
a smile play across his virtual features at the image.

To work then.
**************
The roof of building unit KS2032, 1130pm

The building which housed the Silky Doll had been part of several real estate 
investments made by Kasuhito Stingray before his death. When he had died, the 
title had been transferred to Sylia. The others unfortunately, had been lost 
in the quake and so KS2032 was all that was left.

Officially, that is. Unofficially, Sylia was probably one of the ten 
wealthiest people in Tokyo, with stocks, futures and silent partnerships aroun
d the world.

A multi billionaire. . .

and none of it was on paper.

The universe never ceased to amaze her, Linna mused as she rested her head on 
Kit's chest and wrapped the blankets that kept the cold off of their naked 
bodies.

"Linna," He began, "About living arrangements. . ."

"Hold it," She said, propping herself up on her elbows and pressing her 
finger to his lips. "we'll worry about that later. Tonight, its just us."

"Alrighty," he chuckled as he kissed her fingertips before taking her hand 
and holding it against his chest. She could feel the gentle thudding of his 
heart. It was strange thing, being married. The knowledge that this man 
beside her shared her life, and could share in her entire life, both when she 
was in her suit and when she was out of it, was a comforting thought.

"Linna," His voice was soft whisper.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too. . ."
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