Jaynin walked into the
“
“Excel, do shut up, it’s not our turn to be onscreen!”
The Great Will of the Macrocosm sighed in exasperation.
Jaynin walked into the
A bright silvery beam struck Lucifer in the chest suddenly,
catapulting him off his feet, through the front windows and across the
street
where the beam exploded. The glass shards that were blown inward from
the
pressure suddenly quivered and were then whole again as the
façade of the
Before Jaynin could thank the secretary, a loud and
boisterous person strode through the front revolving doors. “OH YEAH!
I’m back
baby!” Sir Sapphire crowed, puffing himself up and doing an almost
disgustingly
smarmy walk up to the front desk. “Hey there, mind logging me in?” he
asked the
secretary with a wink.
“DIE! Ignorant commoners!” Excel smashed through the door
and, laughing, unloaded three rockets from the launcher on her shoulder
into
the secretary’s desk.
As the smoke and rubble settled, Il Palazzo’s voice came on
over a hidden loudspeaker. “Excel, haven’t I already told you not to
start the
mission until I say so?”
“I’m so sorry Lord Il Palazzo! Please excuse your Excel’s
foolishness as her tiny braincells did not know what they were doing!
Your
Excel is truly sorry and is willing to accept any punishment to – AAAH!
HAIL IL
PALAZZO!” she yelled, echoing up the sides of the pit she had just
fallen into.
-Reset!-
Sir Sapphire burst into the lobby. “OH YEAH! I’m back – “
“YAY!!” Sakie Shiva cried happily, breaking the revolving
door off of its axis as she flew in the doors, mowing down Sap on her
way to
the login desk.
“Y-you’re logged in, Sakie. Have a nice day,” the secretary
said, only mildly offset by the insane burst of energy.
“YAY! Hugs for everyone! Hehe!” Sakie started off by giving
Jaynin a bone-crushing hug, then spotted Chibi coming out of the food
court and
zoomed over, mowing him down with another hug.
“AHH! Ive been huged n_n” Chibi exclaimed as he was left to
drop limply on the floor, spiral-eyed. “Whee huging!” Sakie then
spotted FF7
being most unobtrusive as he left the food court and headed for the
elevator.
“HUGS!” Sakie giggled, hugging FF7 and then crashing
through the elevator door, flying upwards through the vertical shaft.
FF7
looked sideways at Jaynin.
“So your siccing the fangirls on me now?”
“Hey, this wasn’t MY idea,” Jaynin muttered, standing up
and cracking his joints back into place. Sir Sapphire looked up from
where he
had been trampled.
“I didn’t get a hug?”
“I don’t think she noticed you,” Jaynin commented dryly, as
the sound of another crash sounded faintly from somewhere higher up.
Suddenly
the screen began to rotate – “HEY! No resetting!” Jaynin yelled,
pushing back
against the screen and straightening it back out. “The building will
fix
itself!”
“Everyone’s a critic!” the Great Will of the Macrocosm
fretted, scooting along and out of the building.
There was silence for several moments as FF7 stepped
through the elevator doors that had not yet been fixed and made a
vertical leap
up the shaft. Muttering about showoffs, Sapphire dusted himself off and
started
in on the login secretary again.
There was a sudden scream from the maids’ quarters off to
the side of the lobby. The normally padlocked and secured steel door
flung
open, cracking the wall where it slammed backwards, and the cleaning
staff of
the ATF poured out of their bunker-like
quarters. “Nowhere’s safe anymore!” “They’re going to tickle us crazy!”
“What
about our deal?”
“What’s going on?” Sapphire asked, smoothly changing gears.
“Do any of you ladies need help?”
From inside the room there was the faint sound of shouting
male voices.
“Iwata you idiot! I told you this wasn’t the right way!”
“But I could have sworn that the map said to…”
“Never mind the map, you fools!” snarled a female voice.
“You’ve already made enough of a mess as it is. Give me that!” Some kana characters floated up and out the
door.
“Like YOU could have done any better, Sumiyoshi!”
“Oh quit bickering! Matsuya, wait up!”
Matsuya burst out of the doorway dramatically, wearing her
tight-fitting bodysuit that more or less drew attention from across the
room.
The camera did a top-to-bottom pan of her in the dramatic pose, cutting
to a
shot of her butt and stopping just below her face, centered on her
chest. “HEY!
I’ve told you about that before!” Matsuya growled, and the camera
hurriedly
refocused on her face, then did a zoom-out and started printing out
information
– “You’re STILL not impressing me!” Quickly the camera zoomed back out
for a
normal establishing shot.
“Okay, okay,” Jaynin muttered, waving his hand in defeat.
-Reset!-
Jaynin thanked the login secretary and left Sap to flirt
with her, racing Chibi and Liger for the elevator and resulting in a
squeeze as
the three of them reached the doors at the same time, causing a
momentary
traffic jam and then the three of them fell into the elevator car as it
jerked
to a fitful start, rising.
Calm elevator music played as Liger, Chibi and Jaynin
ignored the muted rumbling and explosions of outside. “So what are you
two
going to do?” Jaynin asked as the elevator stopped on the Discussion
floor.
“
“MUAH HA HA HA!” Bridge’s voice burst from a hidden
intercom. “Try and bother me NOW!!!”
Chibi shrugged and knocked on the first door. There was
silence for a moment.
“I’m writing, dammit…”
The elevator doors closed, whisking Jaynin upwards. As he
passed the artwork floor, there was the faint, muted sound of someone
calling a
name. When he realized that the name was “Mihoshi…” he shook his head
in
exasperation and willed the elevator to go upward faster. Finally it
reached
the seventh floor, and Jaynin literally ran to begin his writing.
“Can we go on now?”
“Yes, Excel, it’s our turn.”
“HAIL IL PALAZZO!” Excel screamed at the top of her lungs.
“The mighty and all-knowing Lord Il Palazzo! Lord Il Palazzo is the
best! The
best of the best of the best of the – “ Excel was suddenly playing a bass drum, a trumpet, trombone, flute and
cymbals all at once, while waving flags with Il Palazzo’s face on them.
As
usual, he ignored Excel completely and let her parade around the room,
making
noise, and said, “Agent Hyatt, lately I have been thinking about our
plan to
conquer the city…”
“Yes,
“I’m afraid that perhaps we have set our sights too high…
To conquer an entire city of people at once is perhaps trying to
accomplish too
much, especially given our… personnel issues.”
“We need to recruit for the great ideological organization
ACROSS!” Excel proclaimed, pulling herself out of the pit. “Yes! Lord
Il
Palazzo wants his Excel to go and recruit new members so that we can
take over
the city at a faster rate! Although Excel isn’t sure since her
braincells are
now dying as she considers how to possibly accomplish this but no
matter what
Excel will follow Lord Il Palazzo’s orders and – HAIL IL
PALAAAAAAAAAAAAAZO!!!”
“As I was saying, Agent Hyatt, I think that we should set
our sights lower once again, and concentrate on the conquest of a
single
edifice. Being aware as we are that there are government
counter-operations
meant to disrupt the progress of ACROSS, this time we shall target a
non-government building. In fact, this should make the mission doubly
easy, as
the decadent capitalists will be corrupt enough that they will be
unable to take
effective action against you two.”
“So you are saying that Senior Excel and I should
infiltrate the top levels of this organization we are targeting and
execute a
quiet takeover?”
“Brilliant as usual, Hyatt, worth of considerable praise…”
“PRAISE?!” Excel screeched, catapulting out of the pit once
again. “No! Why does Hyatt get the praise that Excel wants? Excel never
gets
Lord Il Palazzo’s praise. Why does…”
“Just… start the mission, Hyatt,” Il Palazzo said, sighing
in exasperation.
“You haven’t yet told us of our target, sir…” Hyatt said
quietly.
“Well… to be honest, Agent Hyatt, not all of the required
pieces are in place…” Il Palazzo looked into the camera and harrumphed
loudly.
There was silence for a moment.
“Agent Excel, could you…”
“OF COURSE! Anything for my lord Il Palazzo!
Anythinganythinganything just tell Excel what her mission is and she
will
execute it without delay!!!”
“…could you… you know… tell him?”
Excel blinked. “Ahh yes! The permission! It has not been
given! This anime hasn’t been given permission to change – “
“IKoshiRikdoherebygivemypermissiontochangetheExcelSagaanimeintoaticklingfanfictionandparody!!!
Please don’t hurt me!!!”
-Approved!-
“There we go,” Il Palazzo said. “Now then. Your mission is
to infiltrate this building…” he pushed a button and the screen
lowered, with a
picture of the
“That building?! Excel can already see the corrupt
capitalists that must inhabit such an imposing edifice such as that and
we will
have no trouble doing so Lord Il Palazzo sir how do we get there I want
to
start the mission as soon as possible and – “
“This way.” Il Palazzo sprung the trap once again on the
wildly babbling Excel. “Hyatt, you can take the third door on the left.”
“Very much appreciated, sir,” Hyatt said.
“Okay, I don’t understand why we always have be going
through the sewer,” Watanabe complained, holding the flashlight. Ever
since
that episode with the laser gun, only Matsuya had been given any
weaponry at
all to hold. Especially since Iwata had a rather itchy trigger finger.
And also
a lack of common sense. For some reason Matsuya’s repeated blows to the
face,
groin, and other soft areas of the body failed to make an impression.
Or
rather, they made impressions on Iwata’s body, usually fist- or
foot-shaped,
but no apparent impression in his mind.
“Who knows,” Matsuya said in an exasperated tone, though
that probably resulted more from the constant attempted lechery of
Iwata than
anything else. “Or perhaps it could be that you stuck us in a sewer
without any
plot introduction at all, you lazy bastard of a writer!” Matsuya
commented at
the camera.
“Yeah, how DID we get down here in the first place?”
Watanabe complained. Sumiyoshi replied with some floating kana.
-Think back to the briefing- he wrote.
“What briefing?” Watanabe protested. “There was no
briefing!”
“Then allow me to flashback! If that’s okay with you
Misaki,” Iwata chimed in.
“I told you not to call me by my first name! And I don’t
want to be part of any of your flashbacks!” Matsuya growled.
“Yeah, you always flash back to things that never
happened!” Watanabe added. “It’s more of your deluded fantasies than a
flashback if you ask – “
Suddenly Matsuya was separated from the three men by an
iron grate that clanged down across the sewer tunnel. “Oh great, how
much more
cliché can you get?” she grumbled.
“Yeah, everyone always knows that they always separate the
girl from the rest of the team before doing something really terrible
or – “
-What do we do?- Sumiyoshi broke in. –There is another
tunnel to our right-
“Don’t worry, Misaki, we’ll save you!” Iwata cried,
pressing his face to the iron bars of the grate and earning an elbow in
the
face.
“I don’t need saving. You three take that side passage and
we’ll try to meet up ahead.” Matsuya shouldered her weapon and strode
off into
the darkness.
“Now… what cliché trick are they going to pull…” She
spent
a lot of time looking at the sewage floating past and the dark ceiling
above.
Which meant she smoothly stepped right on the trap door that swung out
under
her feet and led her into a chute. “Oh perfect!” she growled. “I can’t
believe
they got me with that!”
Matsuya slid and landed with a bump in a cylindrical room,
with a high roof and a very high-tech appearance. There was a large
pane of
tinted glass covering one side of the cylinder. The darkness was
rectified as
the lights flashed on and a computerized female voice announced, “Test
cycle
commencing. Subject #523100400A has entered the testing room. Please
stand by.”
“Oh no you don’t! Test cycle? What the hell – “ Matsuya
spotted her laser rifle laying on the metallic floor some distance away
from
where she had fallen. “Got to get over – gah! Damn boots! Damn floor!”
she
cursed, unable to get a good footing with the boots of her tight,
revealing
combat suit against the slick metal floor – “I said cut the ‘tight,
revealing’
crap!” Matsuya groused.
“Test pattern one commencing. Initiating…” The clichéd
robotic hands suddenly started to appear from holes that sprouted in
the walls
and floor, waving their way slowly to Matsuya.
“Oh give me a break!” Matsuya complained, kicking and
chopping at the slow-moving and clumsy robot hands that were trying to
grab her
wrists and ankles. “This isn’t even a GOOD cliché. Why don’t you
try something
more effective?”
Fine, I will. And also let it be noted that after further
review of the story, the author would like to point out that this is
the FIRST
version of the combat suit, not the second uber-powerful one that’s
green and
stuff.
Like lightning four more robotic arms appeared while Matsuya
was distracted with the decoys. But these arms had steel shackles on
the end of
them, and just like that Matsuya was caught and lifted into the air,
struggling
slightly. “Oh you bastard! That was a cheap shot!”
The author duly notes the cheap shot. Moving on…
With Matsuya unable to resist, the slow robot hands
suddenly dropped their silly cartoon act and began to zero in on her.
Struggling, Matsuya wasn’t sure if she wanted to know what this
experiment was
about. “Begin test pattern one,” the voice announced. The hands, only a
pair at
first, lightly pawed at her sides. Matsuya clamped her mouth shut,
fighting a
giggle. “Wh-what the hell is this? St-stoppit!!” Unfortunately for
Matsuya the
material of the combat suit somehow only made the robotic hands’ touch
tickle
more, making it harder for her to resist the smile that came to her
face –
“Since when dehahhaha does the suit do thahahat?” she demanded.
It does that because A) the author is lazy and B) he has
had enough of your smart-mouthing him. Continuing…
Two by two, the hands began to move to other places on her
upper body, tickling at her stomach, ribs and underarms as well, with
one
finger tickling at her bellybutton. “AHhahHAHAhAHAHHAhaH hahaahh you
bahahahahstard! Stop stahhahahap this yhahahah ahhhah ehehehh you
psycho
frehehehehehehheak!!!” Matsuya tossed back her head, ponytail swaying
as her
head shook with laughter, but she wasn’t able to free herself.
After maybe a minute or so of this, the voice announced:
“Test pattern one completed. Now compiling data…” The hands withdrew,
though
not the shackles.
“Oh screw you!” Matsuya said as she struggled in vain to
free herself from the strong grip and get her laser rifle that was
still laying
tantalizingly close. “Let me out of this damn contraption! You’ve had
your fun,
now let me go!”
“Initializing test pattern two. Stand by…” Two of the hands
came back out, but this pair began to tug at Matsuya’s boots. “Oh.
Great. Just
great,” she sighed in exasperation. “Well, will you just get this over
with? I
mean, you’ve already taken up almost an entire page with this scene
already.”
Reluctantly, the author notes that Matsuya has a point
here, and will take action to speed up the scene.
Suddenly Matsuya was completely without boots and two hands
holding fluffy white feathers started stroking up and down her soles.
The
suddenness of the attack made Matsuya squeal with laughter – “I
dhahHAHhaHAhahaHAahhehEHEehehEh don’t squeehehehehehehehal!!!!” she
protested,
wiggling her toes furiously to try and grab the feathers out of the
hands’
grasp. Reacting to this, the shackle-arms opened little holes at the
joint and
clasped each of Matsuya’s big toes in a small but strong steel ring,
which
halted the majority of the wiggling. “AHHAH AHAHAHAHA HAHEHEHEH EYOU
HAHAHAH
JERK! STHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAP NOW!! LEMME GOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHOOOOO!!!!”
As she struggled and laughed uncontrollably, Matsuya shot
irritated glances at the large pane of tinted glass that took up one
side of
the cylindrical chamber. Whoever was running this damn thing was
obviously
behind that – and if she could just reach her laser rifle, maybe she
could…
“HAHAHAHAHA!! HEHEHEHheEHEHeHEH AHAHAH sTAHHAHAHAAHHAP!!!
GYAHAHAHHAAHAahHAAHAHHA!!” The feathers on her feet had multiplied to
four now,
with two brushing up and down her shapely soles while two more took
advantage
of her mostly immobilized toes and slid the feathery edges in and out
between
her toes. “HEHHEEHHEH AH AAHHAHA GHHAHHAAHAHD YOU BASTARD!!!
STHAHAHAHAP IT
LEMME GO!!!! HEHEHEH!!” Matsuya writhed and struggled helplessly in the
iron
grip of her shackles.
Finally the voice announced, “Test pattern two now
complete. Compiling data from test patterns one and two… Temporary
subject rest
recommended.” The hands and shackles all withdrew, setting Matsuya onto
the
ground as a giggling, twitching lump.
Behind the tinted glass, Jaynin closed his laptop and
called the elevator to return to the above floors of the ATF.
“Excel is falling and falling and falling and falling some
more though Excel doesn’t know where this falling is taking her she
sure knows
that it’s a very long drop! Wheee!!! Excel can’t even see the light
from ACROSS
headquarters anymore and yet she is still falling! Lord Il Palazzo must
have
hired some more help to extend the length of the pit and while Excel
does not
mind falling every day if she takes too long to fall she cannot be of
service
to Lord Il Palazzo and – “
WHAM! Excel struck the floor making an Excel-shaped hole in
the carpet. “Excel has finally finished falling! But although she has
fallen
for a long time, she is somehow inside a building!” Excel scratched her
head,
not seeing the bodiless white hand that was floating up behind her
“Excel
wonders where she could have gotten to. Perhaps this is the place Lord
Il
Palazzo wanted Excel to take over? Yes! That is what it has to be! Your
loyal
Excel is starting on her mission Lord Il Palazzo and – EEEK!”
Excel jumped from the poke as if being hurled by a catapult
and smashed into the wall opposite her. “Whoa! That surprised Excel!
Hey you!
Hand!” she said, glaring at the white bodiless hand that was floating
in midair
before her. “Do not poke Excel for it tickles her and Excel cannot
waste time
in being tickled if she is to accomplish – HehehEHEHEHEH! Another!” she
proclaimed, leaping backwards as she was poked in the side by a second
disembodied hand. “Hey you! Hands! Stop in the tickling of Excel! She
is
ticklish and does not wish to be stopped from accomplishing her – HEY!
HEHE!!!
AHA! HAHAH!” Excel crashed into another wall, giggling like a gibbering
maniac
as the two hands followed her, index fingers poking into her sides. As
she laid
on the carpet swirly-eyed, two more hands took hold of her wrists and
pinned
her to the floor, allowing the first two free reign to poke and prod at
her
sides and stomach. The result was as could be expected.
“NONONONONONSTOPTHATEXCELISTOOTICKLISHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHESTOPINYOURPOKINGOFEXCELNOW!!!
HAHAHAHHEHEHEHAAAAHEXCELISGOINGCRAZYAHHAHAHAWELLEXCELISALREADYCRAZYBUTSHEISBECOMINGEVENMORESOEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHBECAUSETHETICKLINGWON’TSTOP!!!!”
Excel’s legs kicked up and around at such a blinding pace that they
became an
indistinct swirl of motion as they tended to do when moving quickly.
Excel’s racket and commotion was drawing attention and all
of those on the Artwork floor, where she had happened to land, were
peeking
into the gallery where Sakie currently sat, humming to herself softly
and
completely oblivious to the screeching and manic energy from the other
room as
she drew on her sketchpad.
“Drawing Excel?” Kahoshiden asked, coming into the gallery
and taking a seat. Sakie merely nodded and continued, making a change
and
generally showing outward signs of concentration.
Shadow poked his head into the gallery as well to see what
the fuss was, and he too took a seat. “This is… interesting.” He
snickered. “It
looks pretty interesting, Sakie… even down to the crazy eyes.” Shadow
took a
seat and watched the proceedings as both he and Kahoshiden fell silent
watching
through the tinted pane of glass.
Meanwhile Excel was currently jabbering at a mile a minute,
even less coherent than normal as she tried to fit her normal
hyperactive
speech around equally hyperactive laughter. Some more hands were trying
to take
hold of her boots but that was proving difficult.
“NAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHLEAVEEXCEL’SBOOTSALONESTUPIDHANDAHAHHAHAEXCELWILLGETYOUALLWHENSHEGETSFREHEEHHEHEEE!
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!!! NAHAHHA! EHHEE! AHAA! AAAH! OHIKNOW!
HAHHAHAHAahhaAHAHA!!!”
Excel suddenly went flat and deflated from being tickled, and her
two-dimensional body slipped from the hands’ grasp, wriggling along the
carpet
and sliding out underneath the crack of the door.
Sakie, Kahoshiden and HDS blinked in confusion. “So… was
that supposed to happen?” Shadow asked.
Hyatt had meanwhile disguised herself as a part of the
cleaning staff, which in the ATF Building meant that she wore a maid’s
costume.
Hyatt didn’t seem to mind, as usual, simply humming quietly to herself
as she
did a slow, methodical search of the building, although the pace of the
search
was more determined by her physical condition than anything else. “Oh?
What is
this?” she asked curiously, coming to a door marked “Anime 3:16’s
office”. “I
have a feeling that I should be checking in here, otherwise the plot
may never
advance,” Hyatt said as she turned the doorknob and opened the
surprisingly
unlocked door.
“I have an oddly specific feeling that this is the room
Senior and I should be looking for… well, I guess I’ll try seeing what
is on
this computer.” Hyatt sat down in the rolling chair positioned behind
the large
desk on the far side of the room and peered at the computer screen.
“Enter
password… oh my, I hadn’t expected this. Well, I guess there’s nothing
to do
but try random passwords.” Hyatt daintily typed in ‘across’ for the
password
and clicked ‘OK’.
-Error! Incorrect password- the computer terminal
admonished her with a beep. “Well… perhaps the password is…” Hyatt next
entered
‘ilpalazzo’ and clicked ‘OK’ once more. –Error! Incorrect password!
Warning:
another failure will cause system security measures!- “Oh dear, I
suppose I
should be more careful this time,” Hyatt said, clearing the password
box and
typing in after some consideration ‘atfbuilding’.
-Error! Incorrect password! Implementing security
measures…- “Oh dear,” Hyatt murmured, slightly taken aback. “Perhaps I
should
have waited for Senior Excel…? Oh!” she gasped in surprise as the chair
sprouted shackles that clamped over her wrists and ankles. “I did not
realize
that the security measures were physical… oh well! I suppose I shall
have to
wait for Senior to come to my aid. Huh?” Hyatt wondered as she saw a
panel in
the floor slide back near where her shackled feet were positioned, and
two
hands on the end of robotic arms tugged her shoes free, then retracted
and came
back out holding a pair of backscratchers, which they began to run up
and down
Hyatt’s nylon-clad soles.
“Oh! Heheheeheheheheeheheheh hahaahah no stop… that
tickles!!! I’m… hehehehe… feeling faint…. Hehahahahahahaaaaaa….” Hyatt
slumped
back in the chair and her eyes rolled into her head.
-Intruder incapacitated- the computer screen flashed before
releasing the shackles and retracting the hands, leaving Hyatt to slump
limply
in the office chair.
“Aha! Excel has been led by the lazy writer to exactly the
spot she must be searching for!” Excel proclaimed as she suddenly
walked up to
the cracked-open office door. “Thank you lazy writer!” Excel kicked the
door
open dramatically and yelled, “Okay, boss man, this building is now
under the
control of the ideological organization ACROSS!” Excel blinked. “Oh,
Hat-chan!
I guess you must have gotten here before me – BUT YOU DIED AGAIN!
Hat-chan, how
can you accomplish the mission if you die from just trying to use a
computer?
Ahh well! It’s up to me!” Excel shoved the chair aside with such force
that it
broke through the window that took up one entire side of the office,
with Hyatt
still in it, and began plunging to the ground. “Oops! Maybe Excel was a
little
too enthusiastic – but that doesn’t matter! All that matters now is
gaining
entry to this computer and our mission will be accomplished! Although
how doing
this is going to let ACROSS control the building Excel does not know
but it is
in the script so therefore she must try! Hmm…” Excel said, staring at
the
password box. “Okay Excel you’ve hacked into secret computers before
although
that was really just dumb luck and someone scribbling on the wall of
the toilet
stall but hey there’s no reason why it can’t work here! Think Excel
think!” she
muttered, pressing her fingers against her temples and spinning her
head around
in a circle.
“Maybe this will help, Senior?” Hyatt asked, handing Excel
a slip of paper.
“Ahh! Hat-chan when did you get back here and more importantly
where did you find that piece of paper! Nevermind that give me the
paper!”
Excel shouted, snatching the sticky note and reading the one word that
was
written on it. “Aha! Excel thinks she knows that this is the password
for the
computer!” Excel typed in ‘mina’.
-Welcome Anime 3:16- the dialog box said before booting up
Windows XP.
“We did it!” Excel and Hyatt exclaimed. Hyatt took a CD out
of a hidden pocket and opened the CD tray. “Hyatt what are you doing
with that
thing? This is no time to play games we have to figure out what to – “
“Lord Il Palazzo told me to put this CD into the boss’
computer once we found it,” Hyatt explained with a smile. “It will let
ACROSS
headquarters hack into the system and take control of it, thus giving
us
control of the building.”
“Ahh! That’s such genius as only my beloved Lord Il Palazzo
could think of! What a wonderful way to conquer the city building by
building –
HEY! Why was Hat-chan given the CD to carry and not Excel? Does Lord Il
Palazzo
not trust Excel enough to entrust her with the most vital item for this
mission! Or wait! Yes! Lord Il Palazzo wanted Excel to act as a
distraction for
the strange security in this place and let Hat-chan sneak into the
office of
the boss! Yes! That must be – “
“Excel, do shut up,” Il Palazzo said, his face replacing
the screen on the computer monitor and his hand holding a very familiar
rope
that he pulled, sending Excel hurtling to the depths of a pit. “Agent
Hyatt,
excellent work. This building’s computer and security systems are now
under
ACROSS control.” Il Palazzo made an adjustment off-screen and when he
spoke
again, his voice boomed out from every loudspeaker in the ATF Building.
“Now
hear this, ignorant citizens, your building has now come under ACROSS
control.
ACROSS is an ideological organization dedicated to conquering the world
and
replacing the wasteful, decadent society that exists today with a new
order,
one that will be strong and pure. In short, your corporation has been
taken
over by ACROSS and you are expected to make all due efforts at
compliance with
ACROSS rule.”
Down in the Discussion floor, Shadow turned to Raichyll and
scratched his head. “Hey, weren’t we going to take over the building?”
Raichyll pouted. “They beat us to it, sempai!”
“In any case, until such time as we can properly assimilate
your corporate structure into the hierarchy of ACROSS, you will all
take orders
from the agent in place, Agent Hyatt…”
“But what about me Lord Il Palazzo?” Excel’s voice burst
onto the speaker. “I’m here too!”
“…Oh fine, and you also will take orders from Agent Excel…
but anyway, consider this your first and final warning… Any attempts to
inhibit
or counteract the actions of ACROSS members will be dealt with harshly…
that is
all!”
There was silence all throughout the building as the
members of the ATF digested what had just been said to them. Then Chibi
shrugged and turned back to the door he had been standing outside of
for the
entire episode and knocked. “Hey Bridge, you should come up with a cool
nickname for yourself like ‘Golden Gate’ or ‘Brooklyn’! XD”
To Be Continued…….
Today’s
Mission…….success!
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