Port Robinson (north of Welland) (local time: 5:54 AM, Tōkyō time: 7:54 PM)…
"Good morning, Major Mizuho."
Mizuho Tomomi smiled as she returned the jaunty salute given to her by a smiling woman who was dressed — as were all the people formed up in their troops on the parking lot of the apartment complex located on Chippewa Creek Road just beyond the "T" junction with Allanport Road that connected the tiny hamlet at the northern intersection of the old Welland Canal with the Welland By-Pass and the Welland River — in the tracksuits that were personally designed for those who called the 2nd/10th Dragoons THEIR regiment to wear when doing physical training. "Good morning, Sergeant-major Sakai. Is my squadron ready to do some hard PT before we head into classes today?!"
Master Warrant Officer Sakai Naomi grinned. "We're going to beat Bravo Squadron right into the dirt even if we HAVE the more difficult run into the Academy, Major," the squadron sergeant-major proudly declared. "Even our male co-workers are ready to do some serious bridge-climbing." She glanced to the west, where the lattice towers of the newly-built (thanks to the eager sappers of the 10th Combat Engineer Regiment) Bridge 12A — which took Niagara Regional Road 63 (known in Port Robinson as Bridge Street) across the Canal — stuck up over the trees that lined the western side of the parking lot. Said towers were now empty of their 2700-tonne counterweights; as Bridge 12A didn't take much in the way of traffic across the Canal during the nights, it was normally kept in the "raised" position to allow ships (the shipping season on the Saint Lawrence Seaway had just opened a week before) to pass under the bridge without a re-occurrence of the disaster in 1974 that took down the original Bridge 12 and split the village in half for well over thirty years before the Avalonians came to Earth. Said bridge would not be lowered until 0630 hours, which was more than enough time for A Squadron to climb up the east tower of the bridge, run across the central deck, descend the west tower and then head down the trail following the west bank of the old Canal (which branched off right south of the bridge) into Welland proper.
Tomomi nodded. "Alright, let's get going!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Naomi called back before she cleared her throat. "Alpha Squadron!"
Hearing that clear voice, the 106 other members of A Squadron all straightened themselves, the officers all forming a separate row off to Tomomi's right as the troop warrant officers all formed in front of their troops. "Alpha Squadron, ATTEN-TION!" Naomi barked. As everyone smartly snapped to attention — one thing Regular Army personnel NEVER complained about the Avalonian-manned regiments of the Militia was their drill and deportment — the squadron sergeant-major then barked out, "All troops check in!"
The troop warrant officers all chimed off: "One Troop, all present and accounted for!"
"Two Troop, all present and accounted for!"
"Three Troop, all present and accounted for!"
"Four Troop, all present and accounted for!"
"Headquarters Troop, all present and accounted for, Sergeant-Major!"
"Medical Team on standby!" said the senior medical technician beside the ambulance version of the Milverado that A Squadron had with them to deal with casualties.
Naomi nodded. "Now, do all you ladies out there have all your books for today?!"
"YES!" almost the whole squadron called back before laughter filled the air.
"Good!" Naomi then checked her watch. "It's 0557 right now! We're to be at the Academy before 0830 sharp! Can we make it down there today?!"
"YES, SERGEANT-MAJOR!" everyone screamed out.
"Okay, then! Alpha Squadron, RIGHT…TURN!"
Everyone snapped sharply to their right to form a three-rank column of runners. "Alpha Squadron, to the Academy on your rubber Cadillacs, DOUBLE-QUICK…MARCH!" Naomi barked.
And they were off! Out of the driveway, left turn onto Chippewa Creek Road and into the urbanised part of Port Robinson. At the front of the mass of mostly-female soldiers (A Squadron only had four men in it: operations officer Captain Mark Lawson, electrical and technical quartermaster Sergeant Stan Rogers, senior medical technician Master Corporal John Patterson, and signalman Corporal Hank McLeod) raced down the street at a steady 120 paces per minute, the command team of the squadron massed around Tomomi (as was always done on these morning runs during the weekdays). "Did you see the e-mail we got from the 2nd of the 101st across the river, Tomomi?" Mark asked.
Tomomi nodded. "They're inviting us to Fort Drum to play aggressor against them," she stated. "Keith wants to do it." Lieutenant-Colonel Keith Wilkinson was the regimental commander; Regimental Headquarters and Headquarters Squadron of the 2nd/10th Dragoons was in Niagara Falls, along with C Squadron and F (Support) Squadron, which contained all the combat service support staff for the Dragoons. "He live-chatted with Colonel Stuart; they can get the range booked for some weekend fun since Tenth Mountain is off playing in Afghanistan. We'll see if we can arrange it for the Easter break."
"Sounds good," Mark stated, nodding. The 2nd Squadron of the 101st Cavalry Regiment of the New York Army National Guard was the battalion-sized armoured unit for the 27th Brigade, part of the 42nd (Rainbow) Infantry Division. Like the 2nd Canadian Division in Ontario to which the 2nd/10th ultimately belonged, the Rainbow Division was a part-time fighting formation, only mobilised for wartime or emergencies. And like the "Devils of Dieppe" (as the 2nd Canadian were often called), the Rainbows of the Empire State were now fleshed out to full wartime manning and equipment strength thanks to a huge influx of Avalonians that had joined the American military in the last five years.
Reflecting on that, Mark could only smile as he turned to jog backwards for a moment to see the members of A Squadron keeping perfect pace as they moved to cross the railway tracks that ran through the eastern side of Port Robinson. Without being told, two troopers had sprinted up to the tracks, marking time at double-quick speed as they glanced down the tracks to ensure nothing was moving towards their squadron-mates as they crossed. Benefits of having people who are psychic and willing to use that sort of power, even for the mundane things, the armoured officer — he actually wore the badge of the Lord Strathcona's Horse (Royal Canadians) on his beret; he was assigned as part of the Regular Force support cadre to the 2nd/10th — mused as he turned to jog back up to join Tomomi and the others at the head of the pack.
There were the many advantages of having so many Avalonians in any combat unit, he knew. They were — from Tomomi to the youngest in the squadron, young fifteen year-old Trooper Saitō Kumie, driver of the second Leopard in 3 Troop — physical training fanatics! He doubted any senior officer back in Edmonton would consider a fifteen-kilometre squadron run from barracks to the regimental lines — scaling a vertical lift bridge across a busy canal along the way! — FIVE days a week to constitute a "normal" exercise regimen. And once these girls all hit the weight rooms at the Aqueduct Academy or their private gymnasium at the apartments…!
Remembering that, Mark then chuckled as he remembered what Tanaka Misa, who was Tomomi's best friend at the Academy, once explained to him when he had first seen the girls of A Squadron go at the weights at their apartment when some friends from C Company of the Lincoln and Welland Regiment had been by to visit them: "Mark, it's simple. If you're a trooper or a gunner, your do free-weights. If you're infantry, you're a long distance runner or climb the Escarpment. If you're a sapper, a jimmy or a meathead, you're into aerobics. If you're Air Force or Navy, you love the weight machines. And if you're none of the above, you do them all…!"
She winked at him. "To keep the PERIs off your back!" Mark had replied with a laugh; he had loudly approved when the Forces reinstated that branch back into service.
"Major!"
Mark turned as Hank McLeod, a dark-skinned native of Halifax (he was a just-retired Regular Force signalman who had accepted a post with the 2nd/10th when he had ended his last stint with the 1st Canadian Signal Regiment in Kingston a year ago), came running up to Tomomi and her companions. "What is it, Hank?!" the major asked.
"Coast Guard, ma'am," he said as he handed the wireless handset he normally carried on the squadron runs — in civilian life, he worked at Canadian Tire Financial Services on the 10:00-6:30 shift handling credit card problems — to her.
The major took it. "Mizuno here."
"Good morning, Tomomi. Sorry to bother you today!" a cheery voice called back.
Tomomi blinked. "What's up, Lynda?"
Lynda Whitter was an Avalonian who currently worked for the Canadian Coast Guard's Niagara District, which patrolled the Welland Canal and the navigable parts of the Niagara River along with the shores of Lakes Ontario and Erie out to Hamilton Harbour and Long Point Bay respectively. She was the captain of C.C.G.S. Port Dalhousie, one of four 47-foot motor boats assigned to patrol the Welland Canal directly. "You doing the normal morning run down Merritt Island to the Academy?" Lynda asked.
"That's the plan. Why?"
"Well, I was just passing under Bridge 12B and I spotted someone camped out at the northern end of the island, Tomomi," Lynda replied. "I'd normally call the Niagara Regionals about this, but she's on the north side of the tracks and the aqueduct under the new Canal. That means she's on Seaway land and they're not going to be happy about that. My team could do it, but she feels pretty lonely and angry for some reason. And given the sharpness of her muscles and the fact that she does martial arts…"
Tomomi nodded. Pure-born Avalonians that joined organizations like the Coast Guard in Canada were normally people that didn't really want to have anything anymore to do with fighting, even if on a part-time basis. She could accept that; Lynda Whitter had been a high-end hostess and escort in one of Lumukyō's top-end brothels before the Liberation, so she hadn't really developed the deep cauldron of emotional rage that people like Mizuno Tomomi (who had been a "model" shared among a group of horny teenage boys on Phentax Nineteen) had come to feel by the time they were freed.
"We'll be there soon," Tomomi then stated.
North end of Merritt Island (local time: 6:22 AM)…
Hibiki Ryōga was trying not to scream out in frustration. "No dry matches…!"
It had been pretty hard for the transformed martial artist. After getting changed back to her male body sometime after she had crossed the Niagara River from New York into Ontario, the wanderer had managed to stay in his birth form until he had the ill-luck to fall into this rather HUGE ditch dug in the middle of a grassy field of all places!
Of course, he knew he was going towards Welland; all the drivers and farmers he had met on his walk west — Ryōga had been astonished to learn how FRIENDLY Canadians as a whole were — had told him the same thing: "Look for all the lattice vertical bridge towers all bunched together. You can't miss the damned city at all."
And he DID see the towers and the rather small city around it…
BEFORE finding himself in over nine metres of water!
He would have appreciated a warning about THAT, of course!
"Excuse me, miss!"
Ryōga yelped on hearing that voice from somewhere to her right — she had been facing into her tent, which was perpendicular to the abandoned gravel trail that went along the spine of this part of Merritt Island — and then she looked over to see a small group of women his age jog up to him, all with upset looks on their faces. They were dressed uniformly in dark track suits with gold and red stripes on their sides and a weird symbol over their left breasts which depicted the head of a native American brave with a traditional feather headdress looking off to the side, that over a scroll reading SECOND TENTH DRAGOONS, that in turn atop a crossed longbow and a quiver of arrows interlaced with another scroll that said SAGITTARI.
As she blinked — Ryōga knew from her wanderings that "dragoon" was a type of army unit that normally denoted people who drove big tanks with big guns — the group of four stopped as they surrounded her, all of them crossing their arms as they redefined "glare" at her. Noting that, Ryôga then gulped. "Um…can I help you ladies?"
The eldest of the four leaned down. "What's your name?"
Another gulp. "Hi-hibi-Hibiki Ryō-ryō-Ryōga…"
She hummed. "Master Corporal Ueyama Naoko, A Squadron, 2nd/10th Dragoons of the Canadian Army," she then announced…and in Japanese, which made Ryōga gape. Didn't they speak English here? "You, Hibiki-san, are currently trespassing on the property of the Saint Lawrence Seaway Management Corporation. That's Federal government property. You have to break camp and come with us if you want to avoid being arrested."
Ryōga gasped. "ARRESTED?!"
A nod. "That's right. Now, if you think you can do it fast, you got two minutes; the rest of our squadron's doing PT to our school. If you can't, we'll help. Okay?"
The wanderer blinked, and then she nodded. "O-okay…"
The Aqueduct Montessori Academy of Welland (local time: 8:41 AM)…
"What took you guys so long?!"
Tomomi sighed as she gazed at Katō Minori. "Lynda Whitter called me just before we hit Bridge 12," she said as she accepted the offered bottle of spring water from her counterpart commanding B Squadron of the 2nd/10th; Minori's people lived down in Dain City south of the main part of Welland and when they did their PT, they ran up in a zigzag pattern across ALL the bridges over the old Canal on their way to classes in the morning. "Ran into some idiot who camped out on the Seaway side of Merritt Island. I detached Ueyama's crew over to bring her in…ah!" she then said as footfalls echoed down Denistoun Street towards the Academy's front doors. "There they are!"
Both armoured officers turned as five people came running up to them, one of them quite conspicuous due to her orange and black clothes, backpack with folding bamboo umbrella and bandanna around her dark red hair; she was surrounded by the troopers who had made sure she would come to the Academy with them. "Crew Three-Bravo…breaking into quick time, QUICK…MARCH!" Ueyama Naoko then barked out as her crewmates — Troopers Murasawa Marina (gunner), Saitō Kumie (driver) and Yamada Risa (loader) — slowed down to a normal marching pace, which then stopped with a sharp "Crew Three-Bravo, HALT!" from Naoko. Even the stranger — whom Tomomi had to admit was a very beautiful girl about her age — was quick to stop; no doubt, Naoko and her friends had intimidated the other woman quite nicely when they had been detailed off to get her off Merritt Island.
Tomomi straightened herself as Naoko broke out of ranks and walked over to stand before her. "Master Corporal Ueyama and crew of Leopard Three-Bravo reporting with the prisoner, Major!" the crew commander then said with a sharp salute.
A gasp. "'PRISONER?!'"
"THE PRISONER WILL BE SILENT!" Marina, Kumie and Risa barked all at once.
Ryōga nearly leapt out of her clothes at that three-way sonic boom from her current escort. Tomomi sighed. "Alright, Master Corporal. Go get Sergeant Yamasaki to come out here; she should be done her shower now. Once she's here, you're relieved."
"Right away, ma'am!" And with that, Naoko sprinted inside the building.
Watching this happen, Ryōga tried not to gulp too much. While the run to this nice school full of VERY pretty girls wasn't too hard for her, the fact that said girls — including the really cute Trooper Saitō, who came up only to Ryōga's chest! — said they were part of an actual MILITARY unit didn't make any damned sense to her at all. He knew from his wanderings that people had to be at LEAST eighteen to serve in the military of ANY nation she had been through…and with HER direction curse, that was almost EVERY nation on the planet! The girls who had been with her on the run in were all a lot younger than that! Hell, the very pretty girl with the glasses standing before her now was called a "major" and she was HER age! What the HELL…?!
A moment later, Naoko had come out of the Academy, followed by a stockier girl with hair cut to just below her ears, she now dressed in what clearly was a school uniform as she used a towel to dry her hair. "This the dork we found on the Island?" she asked, also speaking Japanese, as she gazed quizzically at Naoko.
A nod. "You bet, Sergeant."
"Okay, your team's relieved. Hit the showers."
Another nod. "Have fun!" To the other girls. "Crew Three-Bravo, DIS-…MISSED!"
Marina, Kumie and Risa snap-turned to the right and then marched away four paces before they turned and ran into the Academy building, Naoko following them. As they left, the just arrived girl then walked up to glare intently into Ryōga's eyes, which made the wanderer wince. "I'm Sergeant Yamasaki Kyōko, operations sergeant of A Squadron, 2nd/10th Dragoons. You're the lady they found on Merritt Island, right?"
"Ah…h-hai," Ryōga sputtered.
"What's your name? Where the hell are you from?"
A gulp. "Hibiki Ryōga. I'm from…well, somewhere in Japan…"
"'Hibiki?!'"
Kyōko turned to gaze on Tomomi. "You know this girl, ma'am?!"
"Maybe," the major then said as she came up to stand beside her operations sergeant as she glared intently at Ryōga. "You wouldn't have happened to have been in Nerima sometime last fall when you ran across a fellow named Saotome Ranma, were you?!"
The wanderer jolted. "Ranma?! Where?! Is he here?!"
Tomomi sighed. "No, he's currently with his wife away from the school at this time."
Kyōko and Minori blinked. "Hey, wait a sec'!" the latter then said. "Shinobu told us about this Hibiki character! But she said Hibiki was a MAN!"
"But I AM…!" Ryōga thundered.
Hands slammed her mouth shut. "Be QUIET, you baka!" Tomomi hissed.
The major's fellow dragoons both blinked. "Um, Tomomi…" Minori began.
A sigh. "Minori-chan, I'll say it in two words: 'Maijima Karen.'"
The other girls jolted. "Your private office, Major?" Kyōko then stated.
"Discretely, Sergeant Yamasaki."
"Roger that, ma'am."
Ryōga blinked…
Watching this from nearby, Mark Lawson — who was preparing to catch the next bus down to the Welland Armouries so he could change into uniform so he could spend a NORMAL day in his office running through all the things regular force staff officers did to keep militia units supported by the full-time soldiers — could only shake his head as he desperately tried to hide a smirk crossing his face.
Yes, there were many advantages to having Avalonians in military units.
There were also the disadvantages…!
Inside the Academy building (local time: 9:21 AM)…
"Feeling a little better, Ryōga-kun?"
Now male and quite grateful for the chance to shower, Ryōga sighed as he walked back into the private office located in the west side of the building beside the gymnasium. Alongside him was Yamasaki Kyōko, who had guided him around the building to get him inside and washed down without losing him along the way. "Um…h-hai, I am," he then said as he took a seat across from the major, and then he paused to take a look around the room. It was a simple affair with a couple of work desks, computers, a small lounge area and a coffee machine over a refrigerator. Flags and banners all with the insignia of the 2nd/10th Dragoons hung on the walls, along with photos of various groups, all in Canadian Army CADPAT uniforms. "So what is this place, anyway?"
"This is the Aqueduct Montessori Academy of Welland," Tomomi stated. "It's an all-grade private school where people who might have problems attending regular public schools come to get their education. I myself am a second-year high school student by Japanese standards; Grade 11 as it's known here in Ontario. In a couple years, I'll graduate and then move on to university to get my degree; I haven't yet decided as to what I'll be studying, but that will come with time. At the same time, I serve as an officer in the Canadian Army, commanding a tank squadron in a reserve armoured regiment assigned to the local brigade group. If you saw the events of the tag race Ranma-kun was involved in, I was one of the people commanding the tanks on the streets."
He blinked. "But you're MY age! And Kyōko-san here's a year younger than you are!" he protested. "What the HELL are you girls doing being SOLDIERS?!"
Tomomi giggled. "When you found out Ranma-kun was here, you learned about Lum-san, didn't you?"
A nod. "Um…h-hai."
"Do you think her kind are the ONLY alien race out there?"
Silence.
"Well, n-no, b-but…" He then froze as he stared at her. "You're an alien."
A nod. "I could be considered that, Ryōga-kun."
He considered that for a moment, and then he blurted out, "But you look human!"
"Of course I do. I was created this way."
More silence.
"You can't be a machine!" he then protested. "You have ki…"
"Well, yes I do, but I'm not an android. I'm a bioroid."
Still more silence.
Ryōga blinked. "You mean…like in Appleseed?"
"Hai. But the BIG difference between someone like me and someone like Hitomi is this: If you took me to bed and had sex with me at the right point in time, I could bear your child." As he blushed and started to fidget as his imagination began to churn on that, Tomomi bowed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ryōga-kun. I didn't mean to embarrass you!"
He stopped, and then he chuckled. "Um, th-that's okay…" He then took a deep breath before he sat back in his chair. "So, um…what are you folks doing here on Earth, anyway? What do you call yourselves? Just 'bioroids?'"
She smiled as she began to explain. As this happened, Kyōko was quick to extract herself from the room, closing it behind her before she blinked, and then turned to see Sakai Naomi standing there. "So this is the guy that wants Ranma-kun's hide, right?" the squadron sergeant-major mused as she and the operations sergeant headed to their classroom.
"Yeah. Wound up following Ranma-kun and his dork old man to China. Took a dip in the same damned spring Ranma-kun fell into." Kyōko gave the other girl a warning look. "Naomi-chan, we CAN'T let a nice guy like this fall into Maijima's clutches."
The squadron sergeant-major nodded. "Damned straight. Pass the word when you can. Total communications silence on this one, Sergeant."
"You got it, Sergeant-major."
Sometime later (local time: 10:23 AM)…
"Damn! That's just…what do you say to that?!"
Tomomi shrugged. She and Ryōga were working on their third cup of tea, which she had prepared herself. "We try to put it in the past, but it still haunts us," she admits. "Those of us who are helping your people settle on other worlds do everything they can to make sure those of your people moving to those worlds are safe and able to make good lives for themselves. Those of us who choose to live on Earth do the same thing."
He nodded. "So by being a 'brevet major,' you're actually a second lieutenant doing the work of a major but getting paid at second lieutenant's rates, right?"
She nodded. "Hai. All the officers like me are the same way. Even General Misaki, our task group commander, is paid as a second lieutenant even if she's a brevet brigadier general. Ranma-kun's wife is an acting sub-lieutenant — that's the Navy equivalent of an Army or Air Force second lieutenant — doing the work of a lieutenant-commander. All non-commissioned members are paid at basic private rates unless they're confirmed to be of higher rank." A hum. "Few of them are seen as trained privates now. A couple might get promoted to corporals in the next year or so. We'll just have to wait and see."
"Doesn't sound fair."
Another shrug. "Well, given that the chances are there that a LOT of people on Earth might have taken our presence here the wrong way, we felt it was only right to be as unobtrusive as possible. Of course, what happened a couple days ago pushed it, so we might be able to push some things forward." She then giggled. "But that, as our neighbours south of the border like to say it, is WAY above my pay grade, both my real pay grade and what my pay grade WOULD be like if I entered the military the normal way." As both of them laughed, she then sighed. "Ryōga-kun, can I ask you something?"
"What's that, Tomomi-san?"
"Why on Earth did you follow Ranma-kun all the way to Jusenkyō?! It can't have been just because of that silly bread feud when you were in middle school!"
A sigh. "He wasn't there when I wanted to fight him in a duel."
She blinked. "He did wait for three days, Ryōga. And he would've gladly waited until you did get to him — he was aware of your problems with directions — but, sadly, his father decided that Ranma-kun had 'skipped out' on training enough, so he knocked him unconscious and dragged him off. Probably some hours before you arrived, I think."
He considered that, and then he sighed. "Well, I guess so…"
She then smiled. "And by the way, he has the same curse that you have, too." As Ryōga blinked at her, Tomomi pulled out her cell phone, got into her picture files, and then turned the screen to show him. "Here's how he looks as a she. You could practically be twin sisters, you know?" she then added with a grin, which made him blink as he looked at her, and then he took the phone so he could gaze on the picture.
"Damn…" he breathed out. "Um, how's Shinobu-san taking it?"
"Well, since she is an Avalonian as well — we call people like her 'Terran-turned-Avalonians,' by the way; she was a normal Earth person beforehand — she does rather like the idea of having a husband and a bond-mate wrapped up in one package, so to speak," she answered. "But she's also quite passionate about her religious beliefs, so she'd stay loyal to him no matter what. He is quite honourable. AND learning now what it means to be part of civilisation now that we've got his father out of the picture." She nodded her thanks as he handed the phone back. "You need that chance, too."
He frowned. "Never really got many chances."
She gazed at him, a sad look on her face. "I can understand that, especially with your problems with directions. Still, I would like to help you if you'll let me."
He gazed at her. "Um, why…?"
A smile. "Being an empath does have enormous advantages. I can tell from here that, despite the depression you feel because of your direction problems, you are a very decent person. You try to be honourable as best as you can. You're very lonely, which is wrong in my eyes. And maybe there might be some way we can find that could help you get a little more control over yourself." She then shrugged. "Besides, Shinobu is my friend and she's very, VERY happy with Ranma-kun. She would be VERY upset if you did anything permanent to him. And getting a Navy lieutenant commander who is now the captain of a space corvette whose total firepower would put an Ohio-class ballistic missile submarine or a squadron of Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missiles to shame is rather a stupid thing to do in my eyes. Wouldn't you agree?"
A gulp surged up his throat. "I s-s-suppose…!"
Tomomi giggled…
In another office in a different part of the Academy…
"Are you kidding me?!" Maijima Karen demanded.
"No joke, Karen! I saw it myself!" Yamauchi Natsuko, the squadron sergeant-major of 101 Field Park Squadron, said as she grinned at her boss. Like the members of the 2nd/10th Dragoons attending the Academy, the members of the 10th Combat Engineer Regiment who also came here had their own private office, which was larger as that particular regiment had four squadrons — 101 Field Park, 102 Armoured Field, 106 Field, and the Regimental Headquarters and Administration Squadron (which contained the combat service support personnel) — based at the Welland Armouries. "That girl Mizuno's gang found on Merritt Island is actually a boy! He's Hibiki Ryōga, that guy Miyake's husband knew from middle school! The dolt actually followed Ranma-kun all the way to that place in China you've got Keiko surfing the 'Net to find out about."
"And how does he look?" the engineering major then asked.
A delighted smirk. "As a boy, he's WAY more buff that Ranma-kun, especially upstairs. Almost the same size as Ranma-kun as a girl. I also…"
A knock at the door. "Come!" Karen called out.
The door opened. "Am I in time?!" Matsumura Keiko, Karen's operations sergeant, asked as she peeked into the office, a small folder in hand.
"Oh, what did you get, Sergeant?" Natsuko wondered.
Keiko smirked as she walked over and handed the file to Karen. The major took it, and then she opened it to pull out some print-outs. One look made her jaw drop in awe. "Oh, my…" she breathed out before a huntsman's look crossed her face. "Tomomi-chan, you evil woman, you!" she hissed. "You WILL share this one with us…!"
The other girls all grinned as they exchanged a knowing look…
"AH-CHOO!"
Tomomi gasped. "Bless you, Ryōga! Are you alright?!"
"Dunno," he muttered as we now…
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