"Go, Hikaru," Misaki said with a fierce smile, using her
will to manipulate her Angel on the Layer table while out in the
real world, her Saber Doll fought on. She casually ducked the
Boomer's swing then struck, punching right through it's chest.
"It's not really Hikaru out there," Sai murmured, running
Shirahime through her paces. As the kimono clad angel moved on the
Layer to deliver a devastating kick upward, the Saber Doll out in
the real world completed the move, turning Boomers into scrap.
Hotoko laughed, "Close enough." Her Suzuka moved like a
blur, getting behind another group of Boomers before launching a
devastating series of attacks.
Blanche fought with precision out on the Layer even as Kaede
continued to smile gently. "I just hope that Sylia and Antonia are
still all right," she said as another Boomer fell into rubble, "or
else all of this will be pointless."
Anticipating their request Mackie spoke up from where he sat
at the computer station nearby, "It's hard to pinpoint Sylia's
location because of all the Chameleon Modules, but there haven't
been any reports of her capture."
"And if she is?" Sai asked as she guided her Angel through a
series of complex maneuvers to destroy three Boomers in a row.
"Then I'll dig out my suit of heavy armor and help rescue
her," Mackie smiled dangerously, nodding towards the large suit of
battle armor waiting nearby.
"She will make it," Misaki leaned forward, face intent, "I
just know it."
The building they perched on was less than two miles away
from Genom's tower, but in a way it was like a thousand miles. The
two figures there were shimmering with an odd distortion, one
seemingly concealing them from the Boomers flying patrol in the air
nearby.
"Are you all right?" Sylia asked, the light blue/gray
armored figure connected directly to the other's armor, not using
radio or other transmission methods.
"It's all right," Tony said, her voice showing the
strain. "The Iron- tech cloak produces a strain on the pilot," she
explained, "and it's of limited effectiveness when we're in the air."
"We've flown so close," Sylia muttered, "we only have a
short ways to go!" She paused, "If we move out now, could we..."
"There are still a lot of Boomers out there," Tony answered
grimly. She paused, "I'll shut down the cloak, distract them. You
might make the Tower that way."
"No," Sylia said firmly.
Then the Boomers circling in midair paused, as if something
else had caught their attention. Suddenly, an powerful explosion
echoed through the metallic towers as a vehicle barreled forward.
The armor smoked on the troop carrier, wheels flattened as it
bounced towards the Tower.
"Whoo-hoo!" Priss laughed, her blue armor chipped and
battered. Right beside her on the roof Natsumi and Miyuki laid down
cover fire, the two former police officers suits burned and torn.
"Do you think we'll hook up with the others," Aoi grinned
from the driver's seat, the windshield only a gaping hole in the
front.
"We ought to ask for our money back," Yoriko laughed, her
glasses sliding down, "we only got to run down two combat Boomers
before the tires went!"
Priss shifted her visor to the frequency Sylia instructed
her, and grinned as she picked up the two cloaked figures, "They
made it."
"We've got company," Yoriko yelled up at Priss.
The battered jeep came up on their one side with Akiko at
the wheel. The normally stylish looking business woman was a total
mess, her brown hair in disarray, but she had a wild grin on her
face. Beside her Nene used her suits weapons to pick off Boomers,
even as she monitored Genom's communications. A bit ahead the
androids Nuku Nuku and Emi trashed anything in their way with a
great deal of glee.
"Everyone all right?" Nene yelled over at them.
"We're doing fine," Aoi yelled back, "it's been a blast!"
Akiko snickered softly as that, getting a glare from
Nene. "Sorry, love," she gave her lover a grin, "but I like her
attitude."
"You would," Nene smiled back reluctantly.
"Mama," Nuku Nuku waved, slamming two Boomers together so
they exploded, "there's so many to play with!"
"She's got that right," Emi muttered, an electrical burst
disabling more Boomers.
"If we're both here," Priss said thoughtfully, "that should
mean..."
BOOM!
A Boomer hurtled by them, smoking, then a motorbike slid
into place on their other side. Reika Chang rode with a determined
expression on her face, Linna skimming alongside her in her green
suit of armor. Running in a ragged schoolgirl's uniform Aiko kept
pace, while above them in her sleek armor Biko kept an eye on them
all.
"Nice to see that we all made it," Linna said, looking up
and noticing the four Saber Dolls converging on their position. The
group formed a kind of wedge, pressing forward as a veritable army
of Boomers descended towards them.
"Time to finish this," Aiko grinned, the light catching on
her slivery wristbands.
"Indeed," Biko agreed, her visor cracked, her eyes having a
dangerous intensity.
"Is Sylia here," Reika asked softly, "did she make it?"
"She's in position," Linna confirmed to her lover
quietly, "the endgame begins."
Within the Tower itself Quincy finished pulling on his
jacket, adjusting it so that he presented the proper image. Make-up
had erased signs of worry from the older man's face, along with a
hearty shot of booze. But his eyes, they still looked worried.
Madigan studied the readout, her face pale as a bit of her
long purple hair fell into her eyes. She brushed it back impatiently
as she murmured, "The losses in Boomers are... apocalyptic."
"Being a little dramatic?" Quincy inquired, adjusting his
tie.
"Sir.. we aren't going to be able to hide these kind of
losses in the budget," Madigan said to him softly, "the deficit
we'll have this quarter.."
"Will be worth it," Quincy said firmly, refusing to even
look down at the readout. His eyes narrowed slightly, "The meeting
is in only a few moments, and they have succeeded in preventing her
from reaching here."
"Unless she pulls another surprise," Madigan offered.
Quincy's hands shook slightly as he pulled his suit jacked
down into place, "There's nothing left that she can possibly do."
'I wouldn't bet on that,' Madigan thought to herself grimly
as a soft chirp came from her personal organizer. She pulled the
device out of the inner pocket of her coat, called up the
information and her eyes widened. "Sir..?"
"What?" Quincy asked without looking over at her, already
knowing that he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.
"The Knight Sabers and their allies have reached the Tower
and are now fighting against the security forces," Madigan reported,
her voice soft with shock. "Boomer forces are converging on the
lower levels to hold them back."
"It's not possible," Quincy hissed.
"And we still don't know exactly where Sylia Stingray is,"
Madigan said grimly. She shook her head, focusing on what they
needed to do now, "You'd better get going sir, the shareholder's
meeting starts in a few minutes."
"Right," Quincy strode off. Down the hallway from his office
was a meeting room, one filled with person's of power. As Quincy
entered he felt their eyes on him, sensed fear in the air. Taking
control of the meeting he announced, "We're all here, let's get
started."
"It's not quite time," a shareholder mentioned. He smiled
slightly, "And I understand that there's a shareholder still absent."
Quincy glared at the smirking man. "If he or she does not
arrive on time," he managed past his irritation, "she will not be
allowed to vote."
"It's time," Tony said, firing her boot thrusters and rising
up into the air. They rocketed forward, the mob of Boomers that
should have been going after them were tangled up with the other
Knight Sabers and their allies.
"Damn it," Sylia scowled.
Far bellow them the Boomers were swiftly moving in to try to
overwhelm the others. The team formed up into a circle, weapons
blazing as they cut down the enemy, but they were tired. It had been
a very long run to the Tower, and they were running on empty.
As Priss was rocked backwards by a near miss, her Aunt
Natsumi slapping a hand on her back to hold her up Sylia
groaned, "We've got to help them."
"We will," Tony opened up the afterburners, exploding up.
Internal schematics of the Tower rushed by her eyes, information
acquired by Mackie and Nene. "There," Tony murmured, then loudly
said, "brace yourself!"
"What.." Sylia started when Tony bodily threw her at the
building! Rolling into a ball the silvery figure crashed through the
meeting, bouncing off the top of the table before hitting the floor
with a loud clang.
Tony dove back down, all weapons firing as she drove the
enemy away from her friends, both old and new. "Good luck, Sylia,"
she murmured, opening up with the mini-missiles and repulsers, "it's
all up to you know."
"Security!" Quincy bellowed, jumping to his feet.
"HOLD IT!" Sylia used the amplifiers in her suit, making her
voice sound something like a roll of thunder. She disconnected her
helmet, pulling it off bodily before letting it fall to the carpet
with a soft thump. "My name is Sylia Stingray," she looked at the
horrified expression on Quincy's face, "I'm sorry I'm late, but I
was unavoidably delayed."
"You're still in time, Ms. Stingray," Madigan said to her
respectfully. There was a slight smile on her face as she
added, "The meeting hasn't started just yet."
"Damn you," Quincy muttered, possibly to Madigan or Sylia
herself.
"Check your consoles, ladies and gentlemen," Sylia looked
around the room calmly, "I'm now the majority shareholder of Genom."
She tossed a look at Madigan, "You might want to shut current
operations of the Boomers down, as a gesture of good will."
"Of course," Madigan pressed a few keys on her personal
organizer.
"For the first thing on the agenda," Sylia continued on
calmly, "I would like to propose the removal of the current
President of Genom. As these files on the losses that the company
has suffered today prove," she pulled a data disk from her suits arm
and tossed it down on the table, "he has clearly lost his
perspective."
"You planned all this," Quincy looked at her in shock.
"Not all," Sylia answered coolly, "your own decisions helped
a lot."
Outside the Boomers slowed to a stop, pausing as they
received new orders. One or two, then more and more of the Boomers
left, scattering to their places around the city. Standing in the
center, still undefeated, the Knight Sabers and their allies
remained.
"Sylia made it?" Nene finally had to ask, flipping up her
visor tiredly.
"Yes, she did," Tony grinned, her own face-plate up, hair
ruffled by the wind.
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