Wow, it's a 2 chapters in 1 post comment! ^_^ I love these emoticons.
* JFC stops talking like a Newfie.
Tee hee hee, it was very amusing, and I can totally picture you talking like that.
Proof of video or it never happened! 
LOL, lots of video evidence exists. And you're in it, too!! *sends link*
Considering how whacked out Fen's driving has been described, Miki-sama must be absolutely FLOORING it on that truck. 
Imagine Miki and Fen in a car. That car would be travelling faster than light. :0
I've changed my approach to this story just a tiny bit. Initially, I wanted to take, like, every single thing that happened and work it into the story. However, it's getting too long and nothing is happening (other than some ridiculous Samuel Beckett-type nothingness XP), and it's probably a bit boring. So of course I'm still gonna keep writing it, but I'm gonna focus more on, um, things happening.
And no, I have not changed any of my ideas for the plot (as in the big picture, whodunit, etc.). ^^ Here is more:
10: Codename wa... "
Subject entering washroom now!" announced a tense voice through an earpiece.
"Roger that," came the whispered reply, hand clasped against said earpiece.
Three seconds of silence.
"
Operation Oak Evolution... now!"
A hand shot out, grabbed a handful of shirt, pulled violently... A chair clattered to the floor, two bodies rolled, a dramatic and artsy scene ensued...
"Gotcha!"
"Ahhh!!! Let me go!!!"
"
Did you get her, Jupiter?"
"This is Sailor Jupiter. I've got Youma Prime contained, Sailor V. She's taller than I expected."
"
Roger that, Jupiter. Sailor V will make the scene in eight seconds."
Eight seconds later, the washroom door was kicked down, and Commie jumped in, slapping her hand down on the light switch. She looked eagerly towards the middle of the room and saw Fen pinning a girl face down on the floor. The captive was struggling and yelling so hysterically that neither could understand a word of what she said.
"We've got you now, Miki-sama!" Commie announced, approaching the mess on the floor.
Fen managed to get her feet on the ground and used all her strength to haul herself and her prisoner up. As she completed this action, it became quite apparent why Fen had had the feeling that Miki-sama was taller than expected.
The prisoner was not Miki-sama.
"Sailor Jupiter, this is not Youma Prime!!" Commie screamed at Fen.
"I'm sorry, Sailor V!" Fen screamed back. "But you're the one who told me that she was entering the washroom!"
"Well, I only saw her from behind. You had the chance to see her from the front!"
"See her?! How could I see anyone in this pitch black room you put me in?!"
"Ug! I've had it with your incompetence!" Commie yelled, throwing her hands up in the air and staring at the slightly frightened-looking girl still in Fen's hold. "And just who the hell are you?!"
One didn't have to look too carefully to see that the girl was shaking.
"I th-th-thought this w-w-was a p-p-public washroom," she stuttered.
Fen let go of the girl with a sound of anger and disgust. The girl bolted for the door before ComFen could tell her to keep her mouth shut.
"Well, that didn't work," Fen spat out bitterly.
"No, it didn't," Commie said, glaring at Fen accusingly. "How do you propose we fix this one?"
"Oh, how would lowly me know?" came the sarcastic retort. "Do you have any more great ideas, oh great master?"
Commie rubbed her hands together and pondered.
"Well, the set up with you wandering into this washroom alone and injured did not seem to attract Miki-sama's attention, so maybe it's time we tried-"
"You!" Fen cried aloud, jumping up and twisting Commie's arm behind her back. "Say you'll do it or I'll break your arm!"
Horrified by this violent Fen, Commie immediately surrendered.
"All right, all right! You can use me as bait," she gasped.
Fen let go, and this time it was her turn to rub her hands together.
"Now come with me," she said, taking Commie gently by the arm. "Let us take care of this before I have to be at work."
They walked out of the washroom with the intent of going to sit in a quiet corner and plan the next trap, but a shocking incident stopped them. Fen bumped into a girl.
"Oh, excuse me," Fen apologised politely.
There came no reply, which struck ComFen as rude. When they both turned their heads to look at the face of the girl with no manners, they were surprised to see her bolt away, running down the corridor like a madman.
"Oh my god, Commie. It's-"
"-Miki-sama!"
ComFen took off like the wind, yelling at slow people in their way to move aside.
"Coming through!!!" Fen screamed at a gathering of Putties.
"I need this!" Com screamed at Rita Repulsa, grabbing her staff with hopes of being able to use it soon to slow down Miki-sama.
Rita shook her fist in the air, screaming at ComFen for disturbing her evil return to Earth. Funny enough, if the girls had had time to look back and observe Rita, they would have noticed something odd about her voice and her mouth, as if the two were a little... off. Out of synch...
"Follow them!" Rita ordered her Putties, and pretty soon a gaggle of hyperactive, shrill men in skin tight grey costumes was chasing ComFen.
The noise alerted Fen, who looked over her shoulder to confirm her fear.
"Sailor V, we've got a tail!" Fen yelled up to Com, who was just ahead of Fen due to being taller and having longer strides.
"Now is not the time to be discussing the vestigial traces of our evolution from monkeys, Sailor Jupiter!" Commie frowned, though making a mental note to schedule a geeky discussion about evolution with Fen at a later date.
"No!" Fen cried out, annoyed. "I mean we have freaking Putties chasing after us!"
Commie looked back and gulped.
"Well we'd better hope-" and here she cut herself off briefly to jump over a small child, "-that we get to Miki-sama first."
Fen punched right through a line of Japanese wota. In fact, they were the same ones she'd met the previous day.
"Sorryyyyy!" she yelled.
Up ahead, Miki had turned a corner and taken the chase into the main entrance, a place that was quickly becoming full of freshly arrived convention goers. The task to capture Miki became even more difficult.
"If I can get a clear view of her," Commie huffed, the running and stress getting to her, "I can knock her down with this staff."
"Don't kill her!!" Fen reminded her.
They were, after all, Miki-sama fans, even if they had not worshipped lately.
Miki twisted around a solitary sign advertising Starbucks coffee and bolted down the front stairs to the main doors.
"Damnit, Miki-samaaaa!!" ComFen cried out.
Without even putting a single thought into it, Commie grabbed Fen with one arm and pulled her to the stairs. She jumped, and the both of them were launched into the air, bypassing the stairs entirely as gravity pulled them down and thus towards the front door.
Miki was just reaching for the door when something fell on her hard.
"OW! My eyeball!!"
"Elbow elbow elboooow!"
"Shit, my kidneys!!"
All was still after that. Activity had completely ceased at the front entrance as anime fans stood in silent horror. Even the Putties had shut up and frozen in their places.
"Is this heaven?" Miki slurred.
She was flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, and one could see the little birds flying round and round over her line of vision.
"Please let it be," begged Fen.
Fen was lying on top of Miki, also staring and the ceiling. She wanted to kill Com for doing something so stupid.
"Mommy..." Commie sniffled.
Comrade had ended up face down with her head buried in somebody's ribs - possibly Fen's - and was slowly suffocating.
Commie moved first, and once she was up, she offered a hand to Fen, who took it and joined Commie to stand over the dazed Miki.
"Looks like she took the worst of the fall," Fen said, noticing how Miki seemed drifting in and out of consciousness.
Commie had miraculously kept Rita's staff in her hold throughout the jump, and she now pointed it at Miki.
"She's a faker," she declared, seeing right through Miki's age-old trick. "Get up and come with us."
Not wanting to be speared through the torso by a tacky and poorly balanced staff from the nineties, Miki stood up, her arms raised in surrender.
"What do we tell the crowd?" Commie asked Fen out of the corner of her mouth.
Fen turned around to the onlookers.
"And this concludes our special re-enactment of the Impromptu Battle of Jupiter-V from the unaired Sailor Moon Special number eight!" she announced in a cheery voice.
There were three seconds of silence, and Fen practically chewed her tongue off in desperation, hoping that her explanation would convince the crowd.
Then the applause started. It grew louder and louder as cheers and whistles were added in. Even Rita and the Putties stopped and offered their appreciation of a show well done. After exaggerated bows, ComFen whisked Miki away through the front doors.
"That was spectacular!" cried one boy.
"I wonder if they'll do an encore later," mused a girl aloud.
"Huh? I've never heard of an unaired special. Suspicious..." mumbled an Umino cosplayer as he adjusted his swirly glasses (the gesture helped him to think).
Outside, ComFen escorted Miki across the street.
"Over there," Commie said, pointing to a bench. "Let's go sit under those pine trees."
Miki was about to correct Commie's mistake, but Fen made a threatening gesture towards her that basically meant 'If you say a word, I will rip your throat out'. Nobody but Fen corrected or made fun of Commie. Nobody. It was a right Fen was willing to defend to the death. Miki, not one to be easily intimidated, shut the hell up.
The group arrived at the bench and Fen pushed Miki down while the Duo remained standing. It was more menacing that way. Commie stepped forward to start the questioning, but Fen put a hand on her arm.
"Please, Commie. I have a really personal score to settle with her."
Commie nodded and took a step back. Fen cracked her knuckles and advanced upon Miki, limping slightly as a result of her aching calves.
"This is for injecting me with a tri-pastelated coagulating muscle inhibitor!!!"
She proceeded to reach behind Miki, grab at her underwear, and tug upwards in order to inflict the most annoying wedgie Miki had ever experience.
"Ahhhhhhiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!!!!"
The screeches of distress could be heard miles away, but the crowds inside the Convention Center brushed it off as practice for the encore performance of the Impromptu Beattle of Jupiter-V.
When Fen was done inflicting pain on Miki, she stepped back.
"Now tell us why you disabled me yesterday with that gun."
Miki, after squirming for a bit, settled down and looked up at Fen.
"You wretched girl. Now I
wish I had shot you with it."
?! thought Commie.
Fen narrowed her eyes and inspected Miki's face for telltale signs of lying, but the gut feeling that Miki was telling the truth was only confirmed.
"Then what are you doing sneaking around here? Why are you here? Who shot me?! Why are you working at In 'n Out and driving delivery trucks on the freeway?!"
The questions continued until Miki covered her ears and screamed.
"STOP!"
So Fen stopped, because Mikithority was the only thing that could overpower Fenthority. Miki took a few breathes, and for the next ten minutes, the answers spilled out of her one by one.
Cows Are Tasty...
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