> Finally. Finally he was free of the burden. The burden of the
>Moxibution Weakness. Finally he could leave. Leave Nerima. Leave
>the place that’s caused him the most trouble. In all his years
>fighting Umbrella, he’s never been so vulnerable as he was when he
>was affected by the Moxibution Weakness. He could leave…
> Right after he destroyed the Umbrella factory outside Nerima.
> *Shit!*
> He couldn’t bring himself to leave. He kept thinking about
>her. He couldn’t get his mind off her. Just a few feet away, and
>yet he couldn’t walk over to her. Couldn’t tell her how he felt.
> Now he was mad. Mad at himself. He shouldn’t have allowed
>himself to stay in Nerima as long as he did. Should have left when
>he had the chance. He needed to leave.
>
> *He should like this…*
> Ukyou walked up the stairs with a plate of ukonomiyaki. Ranma
>and Ryouga had scared off all her customers again with their
>fighting, so she had the extra time.
> “Hello?” she said through the door. When there was no answer,
>she opened up the door. To her not-so surprise, the window was open
>and he was nowhere to be seen.
>
> He opened up the window and jumped to the ground.
> *I gotta learn Bukujutsu…*
> He ran to his car and started driving. He drove to the edge of
>town, then toward the Umbrella factory.
>
> /He’s gone/
> Scimitar walked up to Mewtwo.
> “I guess we should go after him…” he said.
>
> He drove down the same long strip of road he had just driven
>down a few days before. Images raced though his mind. Images all
>too familiar. Images of the people he had met in Nerima. People
>he’d dared to think of as friends. People that had created
>conflicts within himself.
> *Ukyou…*
> He pulled over to the side of the road. He killed the engine
>and reached into his coat. When he pulled out his gloved hand, he
>held a yellow ball, with seven little orange stars on one surface.
> “Pat, I can’t stop thinking of her. What am I going to do?”
> Three months before…the arena…Pat had given him a gift. This
>little yellow ball. He had never really asked what it was, but when
>he examined the molecular structure, it was like nothing he’d ever
>seen. He couldn’t identify any of the elements on the periodic
>table. It was like it was not of this Earth.
> Every once in awhile, he’d talk to the ball as if it was Pat.
>It was like she could hear him though this ball.
> *Silly thing…why do I bother…?*
> He sat for a few minutes, then put the ball away and started up
>the motor.
> After about five minutes, to his not-so surprise, he saw what
>looked like Scimitar and Mewtwo standing in the middle of the road
>looking at him. He slowed down the car and stopped four feet in
>front of them.
> Rolling down the window, he shouted, “Now how did I know you’d
>do that…?”
> Scimitar grinned, then walked up beside the car on the
>passenger’s side. “An American car?” Scimitar asked, noticing the
>driving wheel on the left side.
> “Ya. Get in and we’ll talk. I want to be there in a few
>minutes for the shift change.”
> Scimitar opened the door and sat down. Mewtwo just teleported
>to the back seat.
> “So, you’re sure Chronos has joined up with Umbrella?” he asked
>as he stepped on the gas.
> “That’s what the computer said. You know,” Scimitar looked at
>him, “we really should stay in Nerima in case they go back there.”
> “They’ll be all right. Ranma and Ryouga seem like they could
>handle most of the Umbrella agents…”
> “And what about the Zoanoids? What if they go after them?”
>Scimitar interrupted.
> “They know how to deal with them…”
> “And what…”
> “Quiet. The Gate’s just ahead. Let me do the talking. When I
>give the word, if you really want to join in, go around the back.
>There should be an entrance. Just try to not try to kill me.”
>
> The car pulled up to the guard booth.
> “I need to see…YOU!”
> *BAM*
> Scimitar looked over just in time to see nameless put the
>handgun away.
> “Nice talking…”
> Nameless gave him a stare. “Hold on…”
> The car zoomed forward toward the factory. Just when it looked
>like the car was going to smash into the wall, nameless turned the
>wheel and the car spun around and stopped.
> “Go…” nameless said and calmly stepped out of the car, pulling
>out two handguns.
> *I can’t believe…*
> Scimitar got out of the car and saw nameless enter though the
>front door.
> /It’s a good plan. Let’s go./
> It was a good plan…assuming that they didn’t accidentally kill
>each other while rampaging through the factory.
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