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"Heard that, boy. You aren't making a good impression," Nesbit reminded, from her safe place in her lab. "Then again, if you don't hurry up, you won't be able to even put one in the ground."
rattle rattle rattle
Shuddering, Ranma hunted through the wires, trying to find the correct wire. He would need to hurry; the city's skyscrapers were looking mighty big.
rattle rattle rattle
"Wouldja cut that...?" Ranma shouted at the missle, stopping when he saw something very odd deep in the missile, just behind the mess of wires. It looked suspiciously like a wrench, and it appeared to be moving...
WHAM
... right at his face. Ranma lost his grip on the missile, just long enough to unbalance him and make him slip off the rocketing projectile. Frantically, Ranma grabbed at the nuke, and found himself gripping a large clump of wires, but still slipping. He was now only hanging on by the rapidly tearing cords, and panicking; panicking wasn't all that unreasonable, since his feet were precariously close to the fires of the rocket. Frantically, he reached for a new handhold, knowing that the wires weren't about to hold on for long...
A second later, the wires ripped out of the hatch, and Ranma found himself moving at a much slower speed than the rocket. Fortunately, he was able to latch on to the bottom of the opening in the rocket, and a sudden deceleration allowed him to pull himself closer to the nuke. He sighed as he felt... well, safer than a few seconds before.
Slowly, he noticed the squawking in his headset. "Hey! What did you do?"
"Um..." he replied intelligently, remembering the mess of wires that he had in his fist.
"Which wire did you pull out?" Nesbit demanded. He glanced at the hatch, dimly aware of the fact that the nose was starting to go somewhat downwards. The hatch revealed the absence of all of the wires.
"... all of them?" The silence was deafening. It was also kinda long, since it gave Ranma enough time to realize that there was also an absence of heat from the rocket.
"... Right. Well, the bad news is, not only is the warhead not deactivated, but now the targeting computer and the propultion systems are gone. Also, you're headed towards the residential area, so the chances of you landing in a pillow factory so that the blow would be softened is pretty non existant," Dr. Nesbit informed him.
"... any good news?"
"Yeah, I saved money on my car insurance by switching to Gecko. If you'll excuse me, I'm headed to my lead bunker." The martial artist heard a click from his headset, which he supposed meant that his life was over.
'Wait, the evil tanuki lady said that if the bomb lands soft, then I don't die!' he told himself, ignoring the fact that she only said the first part of that thought. 'So how do I keep it from landing...?' Looking down, he saw that the ground was advancing really really really rapidly.
'... god dammit.'
Meanwhile, not far away from the nuke's destination to destuction, two intrepid heroes are held captive against their will!
"I still don't think it makes any sense. Should they really be going around in a swamp half naked?" Mighty Yak, the invunerable, yet really thick headed, superhero, asked confusedly.
Three Armed Jake looked over at the second "prisoner", the famous Weasel Boy, who was, for all intents and purposes, glued to the television. "And he's still here, why?"
"Because the Goalie has us on the honor code," was his reply. "We have to stay here until she gets back with whatever she's doing."
Jake nodded, crossing his three arms over his chest. "Yeah, maybe. Is it really safe for her to try to stop someone who's trying to destroy the city, though?"
"What?" Mighty Yak asked astonishedly. "She might get hurt, then we won't get anymore cookies!"
Weasel Boy waved off his concerns. "Don't worry, they won't harm a pregnant woman... I think..."
Any further thoughts they could possibly formulate were struck out of their minds as the windows rattled, thanks to a bone jarring rumble and a loud scream of pain erupted from the outside.
"The hell is that?" the weasel asked. Their "captor" stood from the couch to look out the window.
"... Looks like a nuke is cartwheeling down the street, and a body is blunting its impacts," he reported. The two heroes stared at him. "Yeah, looks like some sort of hairless monkey. Suppose he was exposed to radioactive waste?"
"... Should we do something, Owen?" the yak asked his partner.
"Well, we can either investigate a most likely active bomb that fell out of the sky, and probably damaged from hitting the ground, or we can see if Miss McPhearson needs some help," Weasel Boy announced.
"... I'm sure she won't mind us checking up on her," Jake announced. "Been in too many accidents, anyways."
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