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This is just a little thing I'm putting in here in order to get
some things off my chest. First off, I am doing this because the fictional
character of David Kintobar deserves to die. I won't say anything like
that about the author because I am simply not that kind of person.
Second of all, I would like to extend my greatest apologies to
anyone who has read David Gonterman's pieces of work unMSTied. If you
have not read too much of it then you won't go insane.
Third, I would like to extend my greatest thanks to Michael
Surbrook, aka Susano, for allowing me to use his character Shion Nys,
from the Kazei Five campaign world, in this story.
Fourth, to David Gonterman, get some help. Preferably in the
form of a Military boot to the head.
Now, on with the story!
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The man, dressed in black pants, shirt, and trench coat,
ran at full speed along the street, cursing the water that had gotten into
his boots from the pouring rain. Crossing the cracked and ruined street,
he stopped just outside the bar to catch his breath.
"Lovely weather eh," he remarked to the towering figure
that was probably the bouncer.
"Indeed," the big man rumbled, "Check your weapons at the
register before going in." The bouncer looked unarmed, but his massive
build and armored limbs seemed to indicate that he didn't need a gun.
The drenched man smiled nervously and quickly handed his
small pistol to the gum-chewing woman who lounged behind the gun-check
counter. Walking into the nightclub known throughout the 'Zone as 93
Underground, he glanced over the gathered patrons. Satisifed that the
person he needed to talk to wasn't there, he went to the bar and took a
seat.
"What will it be," the bartender asked.
"Uh... Just a ginger ale please? I'm, uh, waiting for
someone," he replied.
"You are?" the bartender gave him an inquitive look, "Who?"
"The Empress."
The bartender arched an eyebrow and handed him his ginger
ale. "She'll be in later." He pointed to a far booth, "That's her usual
seat."
It was five hours later when The Empress finally showed
up, dressed regally in her black body suit, white clamshell armor and
billowing cloak. Her knee-length white hair swished from side to side side
as she scanned the room and spotted the young man sitting at the bar.
Walking over to him, she simply stood and stared at him, displaying all
the emotion of a computer monitor.
"I assume," she said icily, " you are my contact."
The man turned to face her and nodded, gulping slightly as
he realized how poorly the pictures he'd seen conveyed her true
appearance. Beautiful didn't begin to describe her.
"You contacted me via my e-mail drop about a job," Shion
glanced down at the man, "What would it be?"
The man gulped again. He had also not fully realized
just how imposing a figure she was in person.
"An assassination of a young man, a troublesome superhero, to be
precise. As of late, his recent activities in various fanfics have
gained an infamous air about them. I represent these people who would be most
grateful for his *untimely* demise," he explained.
"Wetwork..." Shion looked at the man sharply, "And just
what makes his work so terrible as to require his death?"
"His fanfics are terribly done, with badly made crossovers
with himself as the main hero of the story."
"There are plenty of superhero's in such fanfics...
I've *seen* several myself. How is this man's any different?"
The young man paused. What he was about to say was sure
to disgust her immensely. "In the story, the author, who is a kind of
freelance cyborg Power Ranger, shape shifts into a fox from time to
time..."
"You're wasting my time," Shion growled and turned to
walk away.
"and sleeps with Sailor Moon."
Shion stopped, a barely suppressed shudder shaking her
entire body. Turning back to the him, she flashed him a cold, predatory
smile.
"Tell me more."
* * *
David Kintobar, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, and
a belt buckle with his power morpher on it, walked outside his home to
collect the morning newspaper.
"What a beautiful day today. Just like the day they
dropped the bomb on Hiroshima," he said, picking up the newspaper and
walking back inside.
His peaceful assessment of weather was rudely interrupted
when the roof of his house, as well as the upper floor, was ripped away
in a spray of splinters and wallboard dust and thrown onto the street.
"Holy s***! Who would be stupid enough to do something
like that to *me*," he shouted, holding up one hand to protect his face
from flying debris.
That was when a bolt of pure force slammed into his
chest, propelling the cyborg out into the street.
"You dare to call me stupid? Me? Shion Nys, the
Empress? Now you truly do deserve to die," Shion said coldly.
"Look lady, I don't know who the f*** you are but you
just bought yourself a whole heap of trouble," David said, reaching for his
power morpher.
"I suppose I'll have give you a fighting chance," Shion
replied with a slight sigh. "After all, I need a *brief* stint of
exercise after traveling so far."
"Prepare to lose like the Japanese did in World War
Two," David shouted as he went through his transformation.
A glint of power shined in Shion's eyes. "I think not,
Mr. Kintobor."
* * *
The fight, to say the least, was hardly into it's second
minute and David was on his knees, panting heavily and holding his
broken cyborg arm. Sparks and hydraulic fluid leaked from it, making him wince
in pain.
"Now prepare to die," he shouted, clumsily taking out
his Zordon 16.
Shion merely stood there, unfazed by both his words and
the plasma shots that slammed harmlessly into her telekinetic shields.
"You're boring me Mr. Kintobar," Shion yawned, "Now, I
think you should prepare to die."
David's plasma gun was suddenly ripped from his hands
and crushed in into a small ball before being tossed away. Then he began to
choke as fingers of psychokinetic force wrapped themselves about his
throat and lifted him into the air. Unable to breathe, he had no
alternative but to escape. Concentrating, he shifted into his fox form
and fell free, running as soon as he had touched the ground.
"Pathetic," Shion shook her head and gestured with one
hand, easily recapturing the man with her telekinetic power.
Holding him up in the air, Shion thought for a few
moments, thinking of an appropriate way to eliminate the man. However,
her dour mood at his inability to put up resistance of any kind quickly
doused any creativity on her part.
"Oh well," she shrugged, "sometimes the best ways are
the simple ways."
With a twist of psychokinetic energy, she snapped her
target's neck. Dropping the limp body to the ground, she watched with
disinterest as it shifted back into a naked young man with burnt and
twisted cyborg parts.
"I can't believe I asked for half a million nuyen for
this job. It was so easy I could have done this for free! But, I do have an
image to maintain."
Pausing only a moment to rip off the deceased David's
cyborg arm, Shion vanished.
* * *
"So is he dead?" the man asked.
Shion nodded and placed the cyborg arm on the table.
The pair were sitting in Shion's customary booth in 93
Underground, going over the job.
"I take it he wasn't much of a challenge," he said.
"Hardly. A single Puma in full combat dress would have
more exercise then that pathetic excuse for a man."
"Thank you, Miss Nys. As per our arrangement, here is
500,000 nuyen and a Victoria's Secret coupon book." He handed her a
small briefcase.
"You're welcome. If you ever need to do business with
me again, you know how to contact me," Shion said, taking the briefcase
from him.
"Certainly. But may I ask one question before we part
ways?"
"Yes...."
"Why the Victoria's Secret coupon book? You've got more
then enough money to not have worry about savings."
Shion shrugged, "It's not for me, it's for my sister.
She said she wanted to get something nice for Ling Ling for her birthday."
Before the man could respond, a radio tucked into one
pocket of his trench coat crackled to life.
"Come on Mike! Ask her to ask her sister to go out with
me," came a voice.
"Excuse me a moment..." Mike fiddled around in the
pocket of his coat before pulling the radio out out. "Shut up, Crow," he
hissed into it.
"Would you get off the radio?" came a second voice over
the radio.
"Oh let me speak to her Tom... please?"
"No! And besides, we have to get Mike back before evil
and company find out that he's gone," Tom said.
Shion merely arched an eyebrow at this as Mike J. Nelson
hastily took up the cyborg arm and rushed out of the nightclub.
