Jetta went over to pick up the phone. For everyone that didn’t know her, it was just another routine call. For Lenny, who knew the woman, Jetta was worried sick. “Hello?”
“Hello. Am I speaking to Detective Jetta Saotome?” Came a female voice from over the phone.
“This is her,” Jetta answered curtly. If this didn’t have anything to do with Britanny, she didn’t have time for it.
“Ah, good. Listen, my name is Julia. Mrs. Julia Brigand-Diggers,” The voice answered over the phone. “I needed to talk to you about your daughter.”
Jetta’s eyes narrowed. “What about my daughter?”
“She’s here at the moment,” Julia said. “I wanted to talk to you about some of the things she told me.”
Jetta didn’t really hear Julia, though. “Where is she?”
“She’s at my home,” Julia answered over the phone, not understanding why the woman was becoming so agitated. “There’s things we need to discuss concerning your daughter’s welfare.”
By now Britanny’s mother was getting really angry. “Welfare!?”
As she asked that Jetta motioned for one of her partners to trace the call.
“Yes,” Julia said. “After all... She’s a.. ‘Special’ child so to speak,” Julia said, hinting she knew the truth about Britanny. “We really need to get together some time.”
Jetta stalled so they had time to trace the call. “What do you want?”
“Just to speak with you,” Julia said. “I mean...” Julia stopped for a moment, trying to figure out how to gently say, ‘I know you’re a werewolf and would like you to teach my daughter’. Deciding it would probably be better to speak to her face-to-face, Julia said, “Look, it really would be best if we talked about this in person.”
Jetta was relieved when the woman next to her gave her a thumbs up, signaling they had the address. The werewolf growled nastily, even if she was in human form. “You can bet your fucking ass we’ll talk about this!”
“What!?” Julia asked, shocked by the rather rude language. “No need to be harsh, Mrs. Saotome.”
Jetta lost it at that, already her blood boiling. If this woman that was calling knew about Britanny, she probably was from the werewolf clan. “HOW DARE YOU KIDNAP MY BABY GIRL!? ARE YOU ON CRACK OR SOMETHING!?” She didn’t care her shouting attracted everyone’s attention in the office and continued. “WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”
And with that Jetta smashed the receiver against the desk and stormed out of the room. She had an address and needed to get there as soon as possible. Hopefully her clansmen wouldn’t realize she knew they were there, instead of some regular kidnapers.
(------)
It was another day at work in the life of Hakken. Kick some ass, act cool and sexy, receive cheers. While she would deny it otherwise, she really enjoyed the attention. It gave her a sense of being respected, and she was mostly, while she didn’t have to deal with the whole thing in her day to day life.
Right now she was walking out of the fighting area and on her way to the dressing rooms. “I can’t wait to get out of these high-heels,” The Hakken thought. “They hurt like a bitch. How do women stand these things?”
It was then she heard a male voice. “Now ‘ey theah, ‘Akken!”
Stopping in her tracks, the Hakken turned to see the current head of the UFC. “Heya old man,” She greeted. “You keep counting those days to the Championship for the finals this season. This year, the belt is mine!” She teased.
UFC Champion Montgomery, or ‘Monty’ as he liked to be called, just smirked. “We’ll see, luv. We’ll see.”
“HAKKEN!” A rather angry feminine shout was heard even over the noise the crowds were making.
The Hakken froze at the voice. “No way...” She mumbled and turned her head to see the source of the voice...
...And there she was...
...Her wife, in full uniform, storming towards her. A look of unadulterated fury etched on her features.
Monty raised an eyebrow. “Well, ‘ey now, ‘Akken. Wot’s goin’ on heah?”
The Hakken didn’t get a chance to reply before Jetta reached her. The police officer took a hold of the smaller woman’s arm and started dragging her towards the exit. "Get your cute little but here now!”
“What!? HELP!” Hakken shouted as she was being dragged away. "If it's about the okonomiyaki flying into the VCR, I said it was an accident!" She wailed as she was dragged off.
More than one person looked on in confusion as their favorite fighter was dragged away by a police officer.
“When you think you’ve seen everything.”
“I wonder what she did.”
“Did you see that police chick?”
“Yeah, she was damn hot!”
“Maybe she’s a new fighter?”
“Yeah! Police-Babe!”
“That would rock!”
And so many continued to talk, knowing nothing about what was really happening.
Monty scratched his noggin. “Well, this certainly is complicated, ain’t it?”
(------)
Getting forced into the passenger’s seat of a police cruiser, the Hakken looked over at her wife. “Jetta! What the hell is going on!?”
Jetta slammed the door shut and jumped over the car to get in on the driver’s side. She slammed the door and turned to give Ranma an intense look. “Britanny was kidnapped!”
The redhead’s eyes widened. “WHAT!?”? Ranma-chan shouted, no small amount of fear missing from her voice.
Jetta started the car and slammed her foot down on the gas. Pretty soon they were speeding down the highway with Jetta taking some dangerously sharp turns. “She was seen chasing after a dog in school and she vanished. After that I get a call from someone that knows about what Britanny is. What do you think happened?”
The only answer Ranma-chan could give was, “JETTA! YOU’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY IN A ONE-WAY STREET!”
“DO YOU WANT TO SAVE BRITANNY OR NOT!?!?” Jetta screamed back.
“YES! NOW EYES ON THE ROAD! EYES ON THE ROAD!” Ranma-chan answered in a shriek.
Jetta turned just in time to avoid smashing right into a truck. “Ranma, get the wheel,” She ordered as she took her hands off the steering wheel and started to move to the back of the car.
Ranma-chan did so, and held onto the steering wheel drove the car from the passenger’s seat, her left foot trying to reach for the gas and break pedals.
Jetta ignored the way the car swerved from side to side as she started taking off her clothes. “Will you keep it steady, damn it!? I’d like to see you try to get changed like this.”
“I have,” Ranma-chan told her as she tried to keep the car steady. “Remember the cross-country road-trip during our honeymoon?”
Jetta ripped off her bra and started pulling off her pants. If she even tried to change to werewolf form in these, she’d be in a lot of pain. “Will you stop bringing that up? That was just one time.”
Ranma-chan nodded. “Okay, okay...” She looked at the rearview mirror and saw her wife stripping nude. “Aren’t you going to wear anything?”
Jetta growled. “Of course I am!” She took out a bag from under the seat and started taking out some really big clothes. “I still say you got the best shape-shifting deal.”
Ranma-chan frowned. “If you call losing your balls to cold water a deal, then I’d like to sell you the Brookland Bridge,” She grumbled as she tried to get her foot on the gas pedal to speed up. Truth be told, she didn’t know where the hell she was going.
Jetta put on some baggy pants and then threw on a tank-top that seemed more like a short dress on her human form. “You certainly didn’t complain the other night.” She transformed to her werewolf form, her body stretching the bigger clothes slightly which molded to the curves of her body, and jumped to the front.
Ranma-chan moved back into the passenger's seat to let her wife drive. “That’s besides the point,” The redhead said with a blush. Trying to change the subject, she asked, “Do you have a thermos at all here?”
Jetta looked embarrassed. “Sorry. Was in kind of a hurry.”
Ranma-chan rolled her eyes. “Ah well. I can always change back AFTER we save Brit.” The redhead frowned a bit more. “Any clue who has her?”
Jetta drove out one of the exits of the highway, still on the wrong side of the road. “Yeah. My clan.”
Ranma-chan sat up in her chair, the knot of tension that had been in her stomach tightening. “Are you sure?”
“How else would they know what Brit is?” Jetta asked. “Reach under your seat, love.”
Ranma-chan did as asked, and felt around for something. She eventually did find it. Taped to the bottom of the seat she found a gun. Ranma-chan’s eyes widened, but she pulled it out. It was a 9mm Glock, an older issue to the Atlanta PD compared to the Brownings they used now. “What’s this for?”
Jetta took a sharp turn and saw her objective in the distance. A big house, a mansion really, down the street. “Silver bullets.” She turned to glare at her currently female husband. “And don’t you fucking dare say you don’t need it!”
Ranma-chan, who’s mouth HAD been opened to object, snapped it shut with an audible ‘plop’.
Jetta nodded and turned towards the now almost upon them house. To Ranma’s horror she didn’t slow the car down as they neared the front gates.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Ranma-chan shouted as she raised her arms and braced for impact.
(------)
Theo, who was in the living room, paced about. He knew his wife needed him to give Brenda ‘the talk’, but he wasn’t sure how to explain her magical heritage to her. He knew so little himself.
He raised his head when he heard a rather loud crash. “Metal upon metal A car accident?” He thought worriedly.
Of course, if he knew someone had broken down the gates and was driving up THROUGH his garden, he would’ve fainted.
Thei blinked his eyes as light started to pour in through the windows...
...And it was getting brighter...
... And brighter...
“Something tells me I should be moving...” Theo thought. Yes. Running sounded VERY good.
*CRASH!!!*
The entire house shook with the force of the impact.
Theo watched as the wall caved inward; windows breaking and wood, glass, and furniture being destroyed and pushed aside as a pretty busted-up police cruiser came into the living room.
In another room, Julia, who was still on the phone trying to play phone-tag to the police department to get a hold of Detective Jetta Saotome, could only wondered what the hell just happened with the house shaking.
In her room, Brenda blinked her eyes cutely. “Did daddy miscast another spell?”
In the kitchen, Britanny didn’t even notice. She was too busy stuffing herself with tuna.
Julia came storming into the living room. “What’s going on...” Her words died on her lips as she saw all the wreckage.
“Ow...” Theo groaned from underneath the cruiser, his arm idly flailing as it stuck out from below the car.
...Only to get stepped on as a redheaded fighter in a wolf-themed outfit stepped on it with her high-heel shoe.
The door of the passenger seat, where Theo’s favorite coffee table used to be, was kicked open and torn off its hinges as an utterly pissed off Werewolf stepped out into the room.
Julia’s mouth gaped open as she stared at the werewolf, and the redhead DRESSED up like a wolf, step into the room.
Ranma-chan looked about the room, and the destruction they caused, not noticing her heel was stabbing into someone's hand. “Damn...”
Jetta immediately caught sight of Julia. “Where the fuck is my daughter!?!?”
Julia recognized the voice almost automatically. “Detective Jetta Saotome!?”
Jetta recognized the voice as well. “YOU!!!” She raged as she stomped towards Julia, in the process breaking Theo’s favorite coffee table beyond repair.
No fear in her eyes, and anger at having her home trashed, Julia frowned and started stomping towards Jetta, breaking the small figure off of her husband’s 3rd place golfing trophy as she made her way to the slightly larger werewolf.
Jetta stopped inches from the smaller human and growled in her face. “Where. Is. My. Daughter?”
“What. Did. You. Do. To. My. House?” Julia asked just as dangerously as she glared up at the taller lycanthrope.
“Mommy?” A childish voice was heard from the side. Jetta instantly turned to see her daughter with an opened can of tuna in her hand and a bewildered expression on her face. She was brought over by the yelling.
Also came the call of, “Mom?” Right by the young werecheetah. There stood Brenda, staring wide-eyed at the living room. “What happened to the TV?”
“Um, Jetta? Honey?” Ranma-chan managed to squeak out.
“Is that the Hakken?” A very enthusiastic Gina asked from up the stairs.
Brenda blinked her eyes as she caught sight of the redhead that spoke. “It is! Oh wow, grammy will be upset she missed this.”
“Uh, hi, girls,” Ranma-chan said. Chuckling nervously, the redhead asked, “Jetta? Are you SURE these people are werewolves?”
She turned back to look at the arm from underneath the car. “I mean, this guy should be able to lift the car off of himself... Right?”
Jetta studied the situation as she saw it now and suddenly felt very small, even if physically she was the biggest of them all. The worst part wasn't that she would probably get fired and sued for damages, which would take her a lifetime of work to cover. No. That wasn’t it at all.
The worst part was Ranma would never let her live this one down. “Oh crap...”
“Actually, it was a Police Cruiser, or it looks like it HAD been one, I mean, what Else has “APD” on it?”
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