[Militia Headquarters]
[Sabrina sat in the parlour, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had just stormed out of a mission in fear of her own anger. The compliments on her new outfit was about the only good thing she could remember of the evening.]
[An hour later, Sabrina had at last stopped crying. Getting out of the sofa, she slowly crossed the parlour, picked up the wall-hung phone and speed-dialed The Amber Banshee]
"Hey Saff"
"Heya Sabrina. Where you calling from?"
"Erm, headquarters"
"You alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm okay" she sighed.
"If you say so. Love the new outfit by the way. Looks like somebody went shopping!"
"Thank you.. about the only good thing thats happened today. Listen, I'm sorry for the way I behaved, its just.."
"You have a bad bad temper Dragonfly.. what is the problem?"
[Sabrina didn't like Saffron's tone of voice one bit, but she fought the urge]
[She sighed]
"Meriam got sick okay.. why would you be mad at her?" Saffron pestered.
"She really didn't look very sick to me. Jumping around flykicking everything without even the slightest lack of form! I fainted countless times throughout the mission and evertime she was still there fighting away.. now that doesn't sound like a sick person to me!"
[Silence]
[Sabrina was crossed. Arms folded, face ascrew like a spoilt child]
"Right. I see.. you're jealous"
"Ha! Dont make me laugh"
"No. No, you're jealous. You can't stand not being in the spotlight.. thats why day after day, you appear with a whole new costume.. a whole new identity.."
"No"
"Sorry?"
"I said no.. thats not it"
"Right.. okay. Why then? Why must you get in a mood on every mission?"
"I was trying to get her attention. Moodswings, new outfits, rushing headlong into fights.. I.. I'm just trying to impress her. Usually works.. but today she totally ignored me"
[Her voice was softer now, she was clearly upset. The two friends had been talking across the Militia telephone communication system but unknown to Sabrina, the handset was tuned to its announcement mode. Her end of the conversation was being broadcast to every personnel's personal communication chip]
"I like her alot Saffron"
"Well of course! And I'm sure she knows that.. We're a team Sabrina"
"No.. Saff. I mean I really, really like her.."
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((Written with Dante))
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[Email from Meriam to Sabrina]
>>>>Hi S,
>>>>I just got out of bed - I am feeling sooo much better
>>>>today!
>>>>I hope you're not too angry with me? I really wasn't
>>>>feeling too good last night - I've never been sick like
>>>>that before - I'm so relieved to have been cured from
>>>>that nasty plague!
>>>>Anyway, if you are still angry with me, do you think a
>>>>shopping spree could be a cure? And perhaps afterwards
>>>>we can go and watch Amber sing - I can't wait to hear
>>>>her with a microphone in her hand! Some of the others
>>>>might be coming too - it could be really fun!
>>>>BTW, I loved your new outfit - you are so beautiful!
>>>>Hope you're not still mad at me,
>>>>Love Meriam
[Reply]
Hey girl. Sorry about yesterday. I'm not really mad at ya.
I spoke to Amber last night.. she told me about the performance and I'd love to go with you.
And erm.. thanks for noticing my new outfit, it was personally tailored for me by none other than Serge himself!
You have got to come see him! When's a good time?
Love Sabrina
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::TOP SECRET::
Date: 07 July 2006
Personnel Examination Report File: Igor Noren-ko
Codemane: Mer'de
History: Thrice a saviour of earth, Igor is but a baby of the Journere breed. Ice monsters of the French Alps.
Physical Abilities: Manipulation of soil, rock and ice.
Nueral Abilities: None
Note: Agents of the Minister were sent to awaken this monster from his golem hibernation.
He speaks fluent English and French as well as his native tongue, Journe.
When we spoke of America and the crime rates of Paragpn City, Igor was incredibly saddened.
His love for mankind is unfathomable.. He wholeheartedly accepted to aid the Militia.
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[Kings Row]
[Sabrina couldn't shake off the thought that Meriam had surpassed her in training. She was indeed, jealous. She had since been working herself tirelessly in her mother's gymnasium. Practising fencing, offensive and defensive. Polishing her martial arts as well as basic Ninjitsu. She had finally perfected the teleportation technique when a two men entered the gym]
"Ms. San"
"Yes?" she replied breathlessly.
"We have to talk"
"What about?"
"We're from the Ministry.. Dragonfly"
[The tone of their voice sent shivers down Sabrina's back]
"Unfortunately for you Ms. Fly the Ministry has been informed of the death of Shin Kimone"
"You're wanted for murder.. in China. Did you know that?"
"FC is that you?" Sabrina barked, suspicious of the two men.
"Who's FC?"
"You sound alot like Force Commander, only he calls me Ms. Fly!"
[Strangely, the two men remained in the shadows of the dimly lit gym]
"Who are you people? Step into the light and show me some ID!"
hehe. yup
hehe. guess we'll be meeting your new scrapper tonight?
Tell me about it!
With not one, but three new tankers in the basket. Mer'de will certainly be in tanking-shape by next week.
Sabrina would love to go shopping some more!
Anyway, I'd hate to break the plot without first establishing it fully, but Sabrina's in serious trouble..
By the looks of it Tommy, our website's struggling with the size of the video.. it'll be fine for tomorrow.
I remember absolutely quiting CoV 'cos nobody spoke when spoken to.