What if...?

   by

David (Fido) Lindquist

DISCLAIMER: At the end of the fic.


Sylia stood at the window of the control 
room and watched as her creations went through 
their combat drills. She was amazed at how fast 
they had completed their training. It seemed like 
they had been doing it for years instead of 
weeks. Despite the fact that they came into 
being totally by accident, Sylia was very proud 
of them. 

*They are much more effective than the agents I 
had chosen,* she thought, *I just wish that they 
didn't look like....*

"Sylia!" 

The shouting of her brother had interrupted
her train of thought. She turned to the door, 
just in time to see Mackie come rushing in.

"There's a rampaging boomer at the shopping 
mall!" he said, "The ADolice have already 
lost two squads trying to stop it and it 
doesn't look like they are going to succeed 
any time soon!"

"Then we have no choice," Sylia calmly 
replied. "Ready the Hardsuits."

"Right."

As Mackie left to make preparations, the 
Knight Saber's leader turned back to the window
and pushed the intercom button.
           
"Okay ladies," she said. "I want you ready to 
go in five minutes. We have our first 
assignment."
            
As the shouts of joy came from her creations, 
she couldn't help but smile. However, it
slowly faded when a single question surfaced that
she couldn't answer with certainty.

*I only hope we are ready,* was all Sylia 
could reply as she left the control room.


*****************

  
    When they had arrived, Sylia could tell 
that this would be harder than she thought.

A large hole had been blown into the outside 
wall. From there was a path of crunched
floor tiles from where the boomer had 
walked. Along the path, laid all kinds of 
debris from destroyed storeowners, to smashed 
benches.

After a few minutes of following the 
trail though, they had found their quarry,
 a seven foot tall, silver, humanoid 
figure throwing benches and other items 
around at random. Also she could make out 
the shapes of some ADPolice officers had taken
cover at different spots in the mall.

*A C-55,* Sylia thought as she watched the 
boomer tear up some more railing, *It shouldn't 
be too hard to defeat, I'll just sneak up on 
it and...*

"STOP RIGHT THERE, EVIL BOOMER!"

The voices of her team suddenly called out 
in unison. Three figures floated in front
of the machine, each the size of a small child 
and dressed in a miniature version of Sylia's 
own suit. The only difference was that the 
suits each had a different color scheme of
Blue, Green and Pink.

"SURRENDER NOW!" The three shouted,"OR FACE THE 
WRATH OF THE SABER PUFF GIRLS!"

All was silent for a few second then small sounds 
of laughter began to come from the places the police 
had taken cover.As they got louder, Sylia put her 
hand over her visor and shook her head then 
muttered:

"I should have gone with the agents."

***********************

DISCLAIMER: Bubblegum Crisis is owned by 
AIC or Animeigo. Powerpuff Girls is owned by
Cartoon Network. All rights reserved. Any similarity 
between this and any other fic is purely coincidental.


David Lindquist
fido@rmaonline.net
http://karaohki.anifics.com/fidolibrary.htm
Quote= "Fanfic writing is like building a car with C&C being the tune-up!"








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