Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Too Legit To Quit ( Chapter 11 )

Too Legit To Quit

 

 

 

Ranma stood across the road from a large house with a beautiful garden out front. He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand and verified the address written by Bugsy. Since he didn't feel like going through the front gate he decided to find a new route somewhere behind the building and over the wall. `Time to get this show started.'

 

 

Sheela and Ryouga were on the street across from the NPD main office building, scooping the place out. Sheela gave Ryouga a nudge and asked. “Well, what do you think we should do?”

 

Ryouga shrugged his normal shrug. “I don't know I've never done anything like this before.”

 

“Come on, think big guy.” Sheela waited patently for Ryouga to come up with something.

 

After a while Ryouga noticed Police cars going into an underground parking lot and vice versa. “Well… We could get a car and a couple on uniforms… Then I guess they'll let us in without too much question.”

 

She ruffled his hair and said. “See? I knew you had a brain. Now lets go find ourselves some victims.” Just down the street they found a couple of cops parked in an alley looking out for speeders. Sheela told Ryouga to wait while she dealt with them. Luckily the driver had his window down and Sheela approached holding her little pee-shooter gun limply by the barrel. “Excuse me officer. I found this in the garbage over there.”

 

The officer was cautious and a little shocked when she approached, but he got out of his car and took the gun from her. “You did a good thing ma'am. Thank you. Can you tell me exactly where you found it? There may be more.”

 

“Certainly officer.” The policeman waved for his partner to follow and Sheela guided them to a garbage pail close by. “I saw it sitting on the top here.”

 

“Thank you miss, we'll take it from here.”

 

Ryouga watched from a distance as Sheela got behind the two officers and pulled out a secondary gun from her jacket. This one looked a lot heavier then the one she handed them. Before Ryouga could act he saw her point it at their backs and let off two suppressed shots. The officers let off quick shouts of pain, but soon they hit the ground and twitched a few times. Ryouga immediately ran over and pulled the gun out of Sheela's hand. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?”

 

Sheela pointed at the downed officers and said, “Look.”

 

When Ryouga looked down he saw a couple of darts sticking out of their backs. He then looked at the thing in his hand and noticed the CO2 cartridge attached to it. “An air gun?”

 

She took it back and smiled. “Zero makes the coolest things. Why do you think I handed them the real one?”

 

Ryouga let out a breath of relief. “Oh wow… I thought you killed those guys…”

 

“You really think I'm like that?”

 

“W-well no…”

 

“Good. Now lets get changed and throw these guys in the trunk.”

 

“They're both kinda big.”

 

“What? Are you saying they're too heavy for you? I thought you were like super strong.”

 

“No, I meant that the clothes are too big for you.”

 

Sheela looked at them again, notice that the two men out did her by at least a clear foot in height and said, “Well shit… Maybe they won't notice?”

 

“You didn't really think this through, did you?”

 

“Not really… And this was actually your idea.”

 

Ryouga sighed and started getting changed behind a dumpster. “Why'd I agree to help you?”

 

“Because you love me and you know it.”

 

“I'm still mad about the bet.”

 

“Good.”

 

 

Ranma was on top of the roof of the building his informant was in. He kept examining the piece of paper he had and counted the windows. After a few seconds he thought to himself. `Second in on the left or right? For fuck sakes Bugsy! At least make it clear!' Ranma tip-toed across the roof towards the closest out-sticking window. He turned the safety off on his gun, but kept it in his leather jacket. A light came from the window so Ranma looked in slowly being as cautious as he could. It didn't help because as he looked in there was an eight year old girl in a night gown staring right at him with a big smile revealing braces. “AHH!” Ranma slipped and he started sliding down. The little girl caught his hand and wedged herself on the window.

 

He stopped sliding, but the girl holding him was straining. Before he could tell her to let go she kept the big smile on her face and asked as she strained. “Are you Ranma!? The Kyoto Hurricane!?”

 

Ranma got a grip on the ledge and gave the girl back her hand and he said. “Marci?”

 

“Yeah!”

 

Ranma hushed her up. “Quiet kid! You're my informant?”

 

“Yay! Daddy really sent you!”

 

Ranma's eye twitched. `I'm going to kill him…' “Bugsy is your dad?”

 

Marci nodded cutely and said, “Yeah, and I'm your biggest fan. I've heard so much about you, but I never thought you'd look so cool!”

 

“I was supposed to pick up a package!”

 

“Yeah, I'll tell you were it is in a sec, but please. Can I have your autograph? Please! Please!”

 

Ranma gave up right then and there. “…Sure… Got a pen?”

 

 

Sheela was driving wearing her baggy new cop outfit and Ryouga sat in the passenger seat sweating bullets. “S-so we're just gonna drive up and they'll let us in?”

 

Sheela shrugged. “I don't know. I've never robbed a cop shop before.”

 

“Damnit…” Just as Ryouga slouched in his seat he saw a red light flashing down the street. “What the hell is that?”

 

Sheela leaned over the steering wheel to watch a metal shutter open up. “They're dispatching a cop, but if that light is flashing then that means it's a serious emergency…” A few seconds later seven cop cars shot out and that's when Sheela floored it. “And it also means we have our way in!”

 

Ryouga grabbed the `holy-shit' handle located just to the right of his head and braced himself. “Careful! You almost hit that Supra!”

 

Sheela stopped spinning the tires as she exited her corner and got behind the speeding white car, which oddly enough seemed to be heading in the same direction as they were. “Where the hell is this guy going? Awe nuts. He probably thinks we trying to catch him for-.” The Supra braked hard and soon all four tires were spinning as it drifted in the middle of the street and cleanly into the underground parking lot. Sheela thought it out again as she pulled the same move right behind him. “Or he may be employed here…”

 

Ryouga still had an iron grip on the `holy-shit' handle while yelling. “Slow! THE fuck! Down!”

 

As they entered the cop shop underground parking lot, the lights started to flicker and soon they were off. “Sheela looked around as she speed through the lot in the dark. “What the-.” A moment later the emergency lights came on and Sheela screamed as the car headed towards a cement pillar. “AHH!!! FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!” She slammed on the brakes and spun the car around and doing so she swung the cars back end right into the slab, ripping it off the police cruiser. They took a few moments to calm down and they both looked back at the now missing trunk and half of the back seat. “That wasn't my fault!”

 

“I told you to slow down and-! Shit! Those guys were back there!” Ryouga undid his seat belt and went out the door to find the wreckage. Sheela followed behind him and kneeled down beside him. Ryouga had his fingers against one guys neck and he let loose a breath of relief. “Thank god… They're alive…” A shot was fired and the two hit the ground flat. “What the hell was that!?”

 

Sheela pulled out her little pee-shooter and said. “A gun sweetie. You might want to pull yours out too.” Ryouga fished around in his pants for his gun and eventually pulled it out. “I really hope you had the safety on.”

 

“Why?”

 

Sheela didn't have the heart to tell him the he was going to blow his balls off one of these days so she changed the topic by returning fire. “DIE ASSHOLE!”

 

She let off three shots and ducked back down. Another shot was fired and a voice sounding strikingly like Hickori's ask. “Trisha?”

 

Sheela pointed the gun over the car in a random direction and shot off two more rounds. “Garry?”

 

“You know him? Who's Garry? And why is he shooting at us?”

 

Sheela gave Ryouga a nudge and spoke quietly. “We don't use our real names when doing a job. Yours is Frankie.”

 

Another shot passed over their hands and Hikori yelled. “Come out!”

 

“I never agreed to be called Frankie.”

 

Sheela pointed the gun over the hood again and shot. “Stop shooting then!”

 

Hikori let off two rounds and yelled. “You stop shooting then!”

 

“No you!” Sheela got up this time and let out three rounds.

 

“I'm in charge damnit!” Hikori shot again. “What the hell are you doing here?”

 

“Will you two please stop shooting at each other!”

 

Sheela emptied her clip this time. “He started it!”

 

Hikori did the same. “Did not!”

 

“Fuck! You guys!”

 

 

“Look kid, I'm not going to read Green Eggs and Ham again. I'm not a babysitter, I'm a dangerous criminal and I'm just here to pick up a package.”

 

“Please?”

 

“No! Fuck off! Tell me were it is!”

 

“You're not a very nice man. You say bad words…”

 

Thoughts of strangling the kid exited Ranma quickly and he kept his cool. “Look, I'm a busy guy. I've got felonies to commit and people to rip off. As much as I'd love to read you a bedtime story for the ninth time, I've got shit to do.”

 

Marci bowed her head. “Ok… You don't like me… I get it…”

 

“No! I just want to know what I came here to pick up. I wasn't expecting THIS.”

 

A knock on the door was heard moments later and Ranma rolled onto the floor beside the bed. A rent-a-cop opened the door and asked. “Is every thing ok in here? I heard something.”

 

Marci held up her copy of Green Eggs and Ham and said. “I'm reading you stupid sonovabitch! Get out of here before I have mommy fire your whistle blowing ass!”

 

The guy stared wide-eyed at the little girl and closed the door slowly. A couple moments passed and Ranma got up and looked down at the smiling little girl. He crossed his arms and said. “I like you kid. Lets read Green Eggs and Ham one more time.”

 

“Yay!”

 

 

Ryouga now had both Sheela and Hikori handcuffed the door of the Supra and he was pissed. “Ok, Hikori. Why the hell are you here?”

 

“My name is Garry!”

 

“Garry! Why the hell are you here!”

 

“Your guys' little break-in at Roxy's was recorded and that video is in this police station.”

 

“How do you know it's here?”

 

“The owner told me.”

 

Ryouga rubbed his head. “How do you know they won't come after us?”

 

“Because I killed him.”

 

“Why the hell did you kill him Garry!?”

 

“He made people shoot at me.”

 

Sheela nodded her head. “Yeah, that sounds reasonable.”

 

“Stay out of this Tasha!”

 

“Trisha!”

 

“Trisha! Stay out of this!”

 

“Now why is the power out?”

 

Hikori scratched his nose and said. “Zero did it. To cover my entry.”

 

Ryouga nodded. “Ok. I just wanted to be filled in.” He unlocked Hikori and looked down at Sheela.

 

“What?”

 

“Don't shoot at your teammate!”

 

“You don't have to yell…”

 

Ryouga uncuffed her and leaned against the hood of the white car. “Well, I find it amazing that no one has heard us…”

 

Hikori nodded. “This is true. Now lets go get what we came here to get.”

 

“Wait, don't you want to know why we're here?”

 

“Nope. The second I know, I become an accomplice.”

 

Ryouga stood in shock and tried to figure it out. “But… You already are… an accomplice…”

 

“Details, details. Let's go Frankie.”

 

Hikori took off his coat and hooked a belt around his waist while Ryouga followed behind the two with an angry look. “Wait! This Frankie thing was already decided? HEY! Don't ignore me! And we need a plan!”

 

“I do have a plan. I'm here to fix the generator, and now I have some escorts.”

 

“What about what `we' have to do?”

 

“I'm sure you'll think of something.”

 

“This isn't fair!”

 

Sheela put her arm around him and calmed him down. “He's just pulling you leg, he'll help us. Because if he doesn't…” Sheela pressed her dart gun up against Hikori's ass and he froze immediately. “He'll regret it.”

 

Hikori turned slightly with a nervous smile. “H-hey. I was gonna help don't worry.”

 

 

Ranma closed the book and got up. “There. How's that?”

 

“Perfect. I guess I can tell you where it is.”

 

“About time.”

 

“If you go out the window to the left, you should see mommy's green house down there. I tied a blue ribbon around the bag just like daddy asked.”

 

“Cool. I might see you around some time Marci.”

 

Marci smiled showing off those braces again. “Then you can tell me about the electric fish incident!”

 

“That story is for grown-ups, so I'll need your dad's permission to tell you ok?”

 

“Ok… But I only get to talk to him on the phone ever weekend.”

 

“Well, I'll put in a good word for you, how's that work for you?”

 

“Fine. Bye Mr. Hurricane.” Marci waved cutely and exited through the window.

 

He stood on the roof with his hands at his hips and a smile on his face. `Cute kid… Cute kid… Bugsy's still dead though.' Ranma was about to climb down when a pair of small hands pushed the backs of his legs.

 

“Some one's coming! Go!” Ranma didn't have much choice as he fell off the roof face first and into bunch of bushes that hurt more then they should have. He tried his best to catch his breath as he heard Marci yelling again. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU? GET OUT YOU FUCKING JIZZ MONKEY! THIS IS A SERIOUS INVASION OF PRIVACY! I'M GONNA TELL MOMMY ON YOU WHEN SHE GETS BACK FROM ITALY! AND THEN MY DADDY”S GONNA SEND GUIDO THE KNIFE AFTER YOU! YA HEAR ME! ”

 

Ranma moaned as he rolled off the shrub and made his crawl to the green house. `Hate… kids… so… much…! Those are bastardizations of my lines too!'

 

 

Hikori was handcuffed as the three made it through the darkened hallways and towards the evidence room conveniently shown on a map of the building. “Why am I handcuffed again?”

 

“Because you'll run away from us if you aren't.”

 

Hikori nodded at Sheela. “Oh, right. Are you guys sure you really need-.”

 

Ryouga held a stern look on his face as he held Hikori's arm. “We're not speaking with the captive criminal.”

 

“You guys suck…”

 

Ryouga stopped to look at another map on the wall, but Sheela already knew the way. He let go of Hikori and ran his fingers along the lines. “Gotta go left twice… go down the hall… no… Is this north? Wait… Straight up isn't north… is it? Hey Shee…” Ryouga looked behind himself to see, not a whole lot. A cop passed him and gave him a friendly nod and soon Ryouga was feeling kind of scared. “Guys…? Oh, no…”

 

 

Ranma was back at Bugsy's place and he was pissed. “You sent me there to get you a bag of shit from your ex-wife's place! Bugsy! You're a dick!”

 

Bugsy was laughing as he opened the bag and took a whiff. “This is fertilizer and damn good stuff. I need to know where she gets it.”

 

“Damnit Bugsy! If you didn't have such a cute kid I'd shoot your fucking ass right now!”

 

Bugsy kept his smile. “Come on. It wasn't that bad was it? And I think with the exchange we made you got the better deal.”

 

Ranma put down the chair he was about the wail Bugsy with and bobbed his head to the side. “That's true I guess. But I was expecting something a little more dangerous, you know. Like something having to do with not reading your kid a bed time story.”

 

“You read her a story? You're a lot nicer then I thought man.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

“But I guess I'll come clean. The bag of shit was only half of what I wanted. My daughter, well she's a big fan you see.”

 

“I noticed…”

 

“I take it you don't know where I'm coming from here.”

 

“Not really.”

 

“How can I explain this kid? I'm a nice guy like you, ya know?”

 

“Hurry this up please.”

 

“You know my side business, right? Human trade. Do you frown upon that by chance?”

 

“A little yes. Where's this going Bugsy?”

 

“I'll get to it, just wait. Lots of people don't know that but human trade isn't the same as slave labor as many like to make it out to be, it's actually a form of boarder jumping. Now people that border jump are usually looking for a better life, so I help them with this.”

 

“So you're a transport service, great. Get to the point Bugsy.”

 

“I'm all about helping people Mr. Saotome. I'm a guy that loves my job and therefore excel at it. I've heard about all the events that occurred, and I've done a little bit of a background check. You've had it rough, and I've decided to help you lighten that load.”

 

“A bit risky don't you think? What's the catch?”

 

“I don't have catches Mr. Saotome, I'm straight up when I trust someone.”

 

“And why is it you trust me?”

 

“You respected my family and my friends. Jerry and I go way back, even before high school and to this day we are best friends. How can I not help someone one of my friends recommends? Jerry may have said that he wants you out of here, but that's just the `tough guy' act. He's about as excited, as I am to find you back here. He wants to see how far he can go with you in this business and I want to help you find your girl. I'm offering a friendship here Mr. Saotome. Friends trust each other and help each other out.”

 

“So you guys want an easy meal ticket through me?”

 

“Nothing's easy and you know it. We'll help you as much as you help us. It's only fair.”

 

“I don't like talking to fellow criminals about fairness.”

 

“I understand, but just remember. If you run into trouble you can always find me here. I'm not out to screw you over, I'm out to start a friendly relationship.”

 

Ranma got up and started heading out. “Well, that's very nice of you Bugsy. I'll be sure to stop in and have some tea with you one of these days, maybe we can water flowers too and then we can have a slumber party and braid each others chest hair and-.” A guy holding a shotgun out for him to take stopped Ranma in his tracks. “Dude! Parting gifts.”

 

“You'd best take it Mr. Saotome.”

 

“Done.”

 

“And you may want to watch the T.V for a second.”

 

“Oh?”

 

Bugsy turned on a shitty little 13” screen T.V and put it on channel 3. Ranma watched for a few seconds and soon he was starting to look angry. “Those fucking retards…”

 

`Breaking news with Channel 3 news. The police station was broken into just under an hour ago and there is now an apparent shoot-out within the building. We'll take you to it live in the chopper. Wayne.'

 

`Thanks Deb. Down below you can see flashes of light coming from within the building and there are reports coming in that terrorist wielding heavy firearms and long signature purple clubs are attacking the main NDP branch from within. Down on the ground we have with us Cox with Detective Wilis.'

 

`It's Knox Wayne and look forward to your unemployment in three days. Detective Wilis, can you give us an idea of what's going on inside?'

 

`Not really Cox, in case you are blind, or just plain stupid I'm currently standing outside the building with you. Now can you please go away so I can do my job?'

 

`A lot of help he was. Back to you Deb.'

 

Ranma took the shotgun and asked for a phone.

 

 

“WHY DID YOU CLUB HIM WITH THE DILDO HIBIKI!?”

 

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS!? I GOT SCARED WHEN HE CAME AROUND THE CORNER!”

 

Sheela let off some shots from behind a large metal box and started shaking Ryouga violently. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN THE FUCKING SHOWER ROOM TO BEGIN WITH!?”

 

Ryouga let some shot fire off into the roof as he yelled back. “I WAS LOST! YOU ASSHOLES DITCHED ME!”

 

“STOP WASTEING AMMO!”

 

“You guys should have listened to me. All of this could have been avoided you know?”

 

”HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM!?”

 

“Easy. I just am, Frankie.”

 

“STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'M GONNA TELL THEM YA MADE ME DO IT!”

 

“That's fine.”

 

Sheela grabbed Ryouga's gun and did a duel wield fire display. “DIE!DIE!DIE!DIE!DIE! SOME ONE CALL RANMA!”

 

“He won't help much.”

 

“GIVE ME BACK MY GUN!”

 

 

Ranma jumped a mid-size pick-up truck full of people half way across a bridge as he sped into the direction of the cop shop. “Every one loaded up?”

 

10 guys all said yes in some form or another. “Good. Any one get a hold of Jerry yet?”

 

A random arm reached forward and said, “I've got him on the line right now.”

 

“Hello?”

 

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

 

“Hi sweetie. Can you help me out with something?”

 

“Cheese grater right up your rectum! You hear me!?”

 

“Thanks, I'll meet you guys at Ricky's all night grill in two minutes.”

 

“I don't owe you fucking anything!”

 

“You're the best baby.”

 

The random arm took the phone back and some one beside him asked. “You know Jerry's a guy right?”

 

Ranma gave his shotgun a push and said. “You know the barrel of this thing is right against your testicals right?”

 

“Uhh…”

 

“Yeah, so maybe you should shut up.”

 

 

The three scattered down the police halls dodging bullets from every direction. Sheela found the armory and they were more loaded then Rambo now. Sheela was covering their escape with a hail of bullets. A bullet whizzed past Ryouga's face and he fell back scared. “Oh god! I think I'm hit! I'm ringing! Oh, god I'm ringing! I told you we should have turned ourselves in!”

 

Hikori reached calmly into Ryouga's jacket and pulled out his phone. “You're a real spaz you know? Hello, this is Frankie's phone.”

 

“Hey, how's it going over there? Got anything you'd like to share with me.”

 

Hikori shrugged over the gunfire and said. “Oh, not much, just a shoot out in the police station. Nothing too exciting.”

 

“Oh, cool. So how's that going for you?”

 

Before Hikori answered Sheela ripped the phone out of his hand and yelled into it. “You WILL save me Ranma!”

 

“Oh, hi Sheela. So, uh what's new?”

 

“WHERE ARE YOU!?”

 

“Oh, come on I'm just having fun with ya. Hey I've got a question for ya.”

 

“This isn't the time!”

 

“Please?”

 

“WHAT!?”

 

“What's worse then an invasion of a police station?”

 

“I don't know!”

 

“Look out the window and I'll show ya.” Sheela look out the window just in time to see the building across the street explode on three different floors. Then cars around the area started going up in flames. “The answer is them knowing I'm here. Get ready to run. There'll be a pick-up behind the police station. Don't ask who the driver is, just get the fuck in and be thankful I have a friend.”

 

“I LOVE YOU!”

 

“I know, now hurry up, I don't want to see you dead. Oh, and bring them all back please.”

 

Sheela hung up the phone and started pulling her two comrades. “We're leaving.”

 

Hikori nodded and helped Ryouga to his feet. “Oh, about time. Did we get every thing?”

 

“Yes! The evidence room is on fire and the database has received a Zero special. Let's go.”

 

“I like it. I'll take two.”

 

“We're gonna die… We're gonna die!”

 

 

Ranma stood on the roof of the restaurant with Jerry beside him. “Thanks Jerry.”

 

“Blow it out your ass…”

 

“It's not my fault they're incompetent.”

 

“You guys are supposed to be legendary. What the hell is with all this? All I see are screw ups.”

 

Ranma shrugged, sat down, loaded the sniper rifle in his hands and pointed it up. “There's no rule stating that you can't both be a screw-up and legendary at the same time. We're legendary screw-ups. How's that?”

 

“What the hell are you aiming at?”

 

“The news chopper.”

 

Jerry lit a cigar and asked. “You ever use one of those things before?”

 

“Guess.”

 

“So, you aiming for the pilot?”

 

“Guess.”

 

Jerry blew out some smoke and said. “You want me to stop talking don't you?”

 

“It would help me aim, yes.”

 

 

`Back to Wayne in the Chopper. Wayne?'

 

`Deb, all I can say is that it's turning into reckless carnage below. Things are blowing up, people are getting hurt and I have an alarming amount of hair spray applied to keep me through it. All I can say now is-.”

 

`We seem to have lost Wayne, from the sounds of it, it's seems to be technical errors. For a recap of these events…'

 

 

Jerry's cigar almost dropped out of her mouth as she pulled away the binoculars and watched Ranma cocked the gun. “Holy Hanna. You actually hit the camera.”

 

“Told you I could hit it on my first shot.”

 

Jerry pulled out a twenty and handed it to him. “Lucky shot…”

 

Ranma aimed again but this time at the cop shop. “How's about this. I'll take off the tip of a cops nose with this.”

 

Jerry shook his hand and said. “You're on, but not the entire nose, just the tip.”

 

“I know what I said…” Ranma took aim. “Second floor, fifth window on the right.”

 

“I see em'.” Ranma let a shot go and Jerry watched. “Awe for fuck sakes…” She pulled out another twenty and handed it to him.

 

“Third floor, Ryouga's bandana.”

 

“I don't even care if I lose this one, I just want to see it.” Ranma let a shot go and a high-pitched shriek was heard from a block away. “Wow… You earn your money. I'll give you that.”

 

“Wanna keep going?”

 

“Nah, I'm out of cash. So what was the other part of this gay little plan of yours?”

 

“It'll be in another five minutes or so. I have to wait till they're out of there.”

 

“You have to pay me back for all these explosives, you know that right.”

“We're keeping your skinny little ass out of jail Jerry, you should be more then happy to use up these things.”

 

“You think my ass is skinny?”

 

“Now is not a time to get self conscious.”

 

“Well, I was trying to drop a few pounds…”

 

“Oh, well you succeeded then.”

 

“You really think so?” Jerry turned around and tried to take a look at his ass.

 

“Can we please get off the topic of your ass? I know you're proud of your figure, but in all honesty I don't really care.”

 

“But you think I dropped a few pounds, right?”

 

“I don't want to have this conversation! Let's go, we gotta hurry anyways.”

 

 

Hikori pushed the back door open slowly and took a peek out to make sure it was all good. He motioned his hand to tell the two behind him to stay put until he gave the ok. Hikori took a chance and stepped out. The carnage at the front of the building was heard but it was quiet out back. `You better have a plan Ranma…' He moved slowly out into the lot and after a few moments he took a look around a realized that it was too quiet. Instead of running he put his hands up and waited patiently. After a few seconds men in SWAT suits came out of the shadows and all around. “Well shit.”

 

A man leading the team started to approach him. “Keep your hands in the air and away from your gun. If you move we'll shoot. Get down on your knees and keep your hands in the air.”

 

Hikori did as he was told and cursed Ranma's name as a man behind him pulled his hands together and cuffed him. “Where are the others asshole.”

 

Hikori gave him the finger and said. “I work alone.”

 

The doors swung open and both Ryouga and Sheela were in cuffs trying to resist arrest. The SWAT man gave Hikori a push and said. “Is that so?”

 

Sheela was kicking and screaming the entire time as Ryouga tried his best to stay calm and pray to god that every thing was going to work out. “I'LL KILL YA ALL! YOU FUCKING HEAR ME! I'LL KILL YA ALL! AND IF I CAN'T THEN RANMA WILL! LET ME GO YOU PIG-FUCKING FAGS!”

 

A SWAT van pulled up and the three were tossed in the back immediately and soon the SWAT team joined them. Sheela was gagged but still kicking as every one sat calmly, with the exception of Ryouga and Sheela. Hikori just remained calm as always. The van started moving and Sheela started kicking harder. The drive went on for about eight minutes until it started slowing down and came to a stop. Every one sat quietly as the various noises were heard about the Van and in another couple minutes it started moving again. Four minutes later it stopped again and one of the smaller SWAT members took off his mask. Ryouga sat scared as he said, “Jerry!”

 

Sheela started kicking again and managed to get the gag off. “You set us up you fucking bitch! Ranma's gonna kill you!”

 

“It was Ranma's plan.” Jerry got out with the rest and soon the sight of a familiar cargo bay was seen. “And he stayed behind to make sure you got out, so I'd be thankful. The guy's got balls.”

 

The three were uncuffed and untied. Hikori was the first one out. “Kinda figured something was up. Don't see too many SWAT guys carry sawed-off shotguns and hunting riffles.”

 

Sheela was back in her happy state, but still worried. “This is true. But where is he?”

 

Ryouga got out next and saw a T.V. on channel three. “He's on t.v…”

 

Every one instantly ran towards the T.V and started watching.

 

`Knox here in chopper two. Down below you can see an enraged lunatic battling the police as we speak. He is currently holding an officer hostage at gun-point.'

 

Hikori nodded. “Good… He keeps moving around… Snipers won't be able to hit him…”

 

Sheela wasn't going to watch she was going to do something about it. She pulled Jerry towards her and demanded a ride. “Give me something fast and fucking durable.”

 

Jerry pulled a set of keys out of her pocket and handed them to her. “You're funeral. The next bay over has my car collection. Take the Cuda, if you're planning a rescue. Just remember, if you actually make it back alive, you're paying for it.”

 

Sheela didn't answer and just ran for the next hangar. Hikori went after her, but she was long gone before he could jump in. “Fuck…”

 

Ryouga came up beside him and asked. “Shouldn't we follow her!?”

 

Hikori shook his head. “No… I've noticed something about Ranma in the time I've known him… He tends to put other people's lives above his own… I though he sounded weird on the phone… The fucking guy didn't plan far enough to get out of this alive. Let Sheela handle this, ok. When she's determined, she's more dangerous then he is.”

 

“We can't leave them Hikori…”

 

“If you go, you'll be killed. Just keep that in mind, ok?”

 

“Well, I can't just sit here!”

 

Hikori pulled his shirt and brought them nose-to-nose. “Yes you can and yes you will. You know how much shit I'll be in if I let you go? You're like his best friend or something.”

 

Ryouga got into a car and started looking around for keys. “I'm not his fucking friend. I don't want to help him, and I fucking hate him!”

 

Hikori leaned into the window and asked. “So why do you want to go so badly then?”

 

Ryouga stopped for a second and after a few moments of though he screamed and started beating the steering wheel of the car. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

 

Jerry came in and chloroformed Ryouga while he was in his rage. A few seconds with a rag to his face, he passed out and hunched over the steering wheel. Jerry put the bottle on the hood of the car and lit a cigar. “So, do you think he's gonna make it?”

 

Hikori shrugged. “He's done so many stupid things, that it's hard to say. All those crazy stuns that made him famous were all mostly covers for us. It's always been dangerous, but he's never outright confronted the police like this. I've got a bad feeling, but I think Sheela might be able to help.”

 

“What can she do? She's not built for a fight.”

 

“It's like that old saying, Jerry. It's not the size of the dog, but the size of the fight in the dog, and let me note now that she's one crazy bitch.”

 

Jerry shook her head and took another puff of the Cuban. “No wonder you guys are famous. Two of you taking on the entire police force, blowing shit up without thinking of consequences. There's no ifs, ands, or buts. You guys are crazy.”

 

“I'm not. I'm the seasoned professional, Sheela's the psycho chick, Zero's the nerdy genius idea guy, and Ranma's the die-hard tough guy that'll get anything done no matter what. If you think about it, it's a nice combination of players in our little ring of mayhem.”

 

“You're still crazy.”

 

 

Ranma held the gun to the officer's head as he tried to talk his way out of captivity. “C'mon buddy. Don't do anything irrational.”

 

“I think it's a little late for that Detective Willis. I'm kinda between a rock and a hard spot in case you haven't noticed.”

 

“We can talk this through man. We can get you help.”

 

“My only trouble is a bunch of guys with guns, other then that I'm mostly sane.”

 

“There's always something bugging you guys. I know a great physiatrist.”

 

“I'm sure you do, but you know who I am, so don't play dumb with me. I can see the snipers up there and in case you're wondering, the rumor is true.”

 

Willis went quiet for a moment as Ranma continued to move around and keep himself in an open area. “Which one? I've heard a lot, but if you're referring to bullet catching then I'd say you're full of shit punk.”

 

“Careful what you say detective. I may be a psychopath.”

 

“You're not getting out of this. You're either going to be caught or shot, take your pick.”

 

“You really thought I didn't have a plan for this?”

 

“How could you possibly get away? This area's closed for two blocks, nothing comes in and nothing goes out.”

 

“Let make a bet then. If I can get away, then the next time I have a gun to your head, you hand me twenty bucks.”

 

“There won't be a second time.”

 

“Sure there will.” Ranma made a move that caught every one off guard. He let go of he detective and gave the back of his head a quick and almost unseen strike and then he set up the illusion. Before the detective could fall to the ground unconscious he pointed the gun at the back of his head and let a shot go off right beside it. There were shouts as everyone thought Ranma just iced the detective, and then he made his run.

 

 

(MC Hammer - Too Legit To Quit: Hello, I've been naughty. Spank me.)