"Great, Saotome Ranma, martial artist supreme ass kicking Avatar of Bast and changing a diaper humbles me." Agent M had recently heard the creature say. It was a very intriguing statement in and of itself, currently his computers were working their asses off searching database after database concerning the name "Saotome Ranma" and of course, "Bast". He doubted they would find anything, since the name Saotome Ranma seemed Japanese in origin, and since the Japanese had yet to hit a technological turnpike like his Agency had, all their documents were still recorded the same way as most other 3rd world countries; On paper.
"It was horrible, M." Theo confided, "Everywhere I looked there were bodies. I couldn't do anything to save them, they all died because of my stupid mistake."
"Poor guy." M thought sympathetically, "We will keep your guests here for as long as we can." he turned to his friend and smiled sadly, "I know this is your last assignment with us, but I assure you I will do everything in my power to assure the child is cared for." he then chuckled in amusement when the creature back handed an Agent who had tried to take the baby from him into the wall, "But it looks like he's doing a fine enough job as it is, for the mean time."
Theodore nodded slowly, though he seemed unresponsive to another agent getting bitch slapped across the room when he pulled out a gun and ordered the man to release the child.
Agent M allowed a few moments of silence, or at least relative silence considering the casual way the creature was kicking anyone’s ass who tried to take the child away from him, before saying, "Go home Theo. I'm sure you have more important things to do, what with your new child. Come in tomorrow and fill out the reports, I'm sure we can handle ourselves until then."
Theodore nodded softly, before turning about and exiting the room.
***
"Stupid gaijins!" Ranma grumbled irritably as the Agents all left the room, many sporting bruises and holding on to parts of their anatomy he had 'accidentally' beaten on more than was needed. In the end, he was left alone to contemplate things while Brittany slumbered peacefully in his furry arms.
He had no clue were he was. Not that this was any different than the situation he had been in before blondie did.. whatever it was he did. When they had arrived blondie had started explaining the situation quickly to what Ranma believed was his boss, not that he knew for sure, but the theory seemed to hold some merit. While he was just standing there and inspecting his surroundings, Ranma came to realization. The two men were talking in English; a language he had yet to master worth a damn. That just begged the question of 'How' he understood them, but he eventually shrugged that off as something to do with his new form, or with being labeled Bast's Avatar.
That’s when those freaking men in black suits started appearing from nowhere, trying to beat him down and take the baby Brittany from him. Well, he'd be damned if he let that happen! So, after a lengthy beat down on various Agents, they finally caught the clue that the only way he was going to let the baby go was over his dead body.
"Pfeh. As if they could kick my ass!" Ranma chuckled mentally at that. They may have been secret agents, and they all possessed at least some type of combat training, but their skill versus his own was incredibly.. pathetic.
Ranma yawned suddenly, realizing only then how tired he was. Grabbing a chair, he sat down, carefully position the baby so as not to squash or disturb her currently sleeping form. The chair was abit too small for his current form, but he was simply too tired to think about changing back to human form. In fact he hadn't even really connected the dots between what Bast told him before he got sent here about changing forms. "I'll just take a nap." he mumbled, eyeing the exit distrustfully before allowing sleep to overtake him.
***
"Well?" M questioned one of the Agents.
"As expected, the name Saotome Ranma doesn't appear within our database sir!" The man grumbled a bit, flipping the papers in his hands as he looked for more pertinent information, "Fortunately, Bast was recognized by our systems. Bast, or Bastet as she is formally known ass, is of the Egyptian Pantheon, a Goddess supposedly dealing with Cats, Men, and pregnant women."
M nodded thoughtfully, looking over the information with a critical eye. "Makes sense." he mumbled. Well it DID make sense, sorta. The creature seemed very protective of the were-cub currently sleeping peacefully in its arms, which many agents currently in the infirmary could attest too. The cub seemed to be the only survivor of the Massacre in Ireland, and if this was true she very well could be the absolute last of her species, which he could see as a reason for this 'Bast' to intervene and send whoever this guy is down to protect the child. Of course, this was all circumstantial, as they had no proof gods even existed.
"As for.. his species.. none can be determined from our data banks. Various DNA samples we were able to collect under guise of assault denotes a similar DNA chain to Were-Tigers, but only marginally." the agent continued, "Skeptically, those researchers who have actually seen the DNA strand swear up and down the creature is largely similar to a Pre-historic saber tooth, also known as a Smilidion."
M nodded again. Saber-toothed tiger. "Fascinating." M thought seriously, before waving the agent off, "Dismissed."
***
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(Posted Tue, 13 Jan 2004 14:53)
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