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Whelp... at least McNamara's not in office at that point.

Chapter 8 "Capture team, report, over." The reply was nothing but dead air and static. "Capture team, come in, goddammit!" Again nothing. "Pack it in. We're leaving." Karen--the real Karen--stormed through the complex with single minded focus. She had Sarah's sword strapped to her hip and...

Chapter 6 "I'm back," said Karen. Sarah whirled around on the ball of her foot. She half drew her sword before her conscious mind caught up with her razor-honed instincts. She slowly, carefully slid the mirror-polished blade home to its sheath and allowed herself a moment to regain her...

Chapter 5 Two girls sprinted down the street. Sarah was in the lead, but not by much. For the first time in her life she was running with someone who could keep pace with her. Karen was all but glued to her hip, and the dark haired girl wasn't even breathing hard! There was a group of...

Chapter 4 Karen walked the halls of her old school, moving just slow enough to stay below suspicion. Things had changed in the three years she'd been away, but not too much. She still knew her way around campus. This time of day there wasn't much traffic in the halls, but enough for Karen to...

Bruh, this is a shitty 80's sukeban exploitation flic pastiche.

I'd point out that the cops did get involved eventually.

Did... did you not have showdowns at high noon where you grew up?

Chapter 3 Sarah stood planted on the gym floor, dressed as a swordsman in deep, rich indigo. Red washed off the crimson painted grill of her mask and gave her beautiful face an angry pallor. The sword in her hand was leather and bamboo. But the way she held it, the way she carried herself was...

I know it's weird, but I actually like the name Karen. Removed from its new memetic context it sounds like a pretty badass name. Hard K sound, ends with something almost guttural and not a more feminine vowel. Also fuck you it's my story I'm naming her what I want. For what it's worth...

It will make sense in time. I actually have the whole story written up in a doc before I posted the first chapter, but for the time being a mood of uncertain ominousness is what I'm going for. (Also a mood of 80's cheese where you're enjoying the hell out of yourself but are slightly embarrassed...

Chapter 2 Izumi snapped open her zippo and struck a light in one smooth motion almost too quick to discern. The schoolgirl cradled the dancing flame in her hands, protecting it from the chilly waterfront breeze as she brought it to the cigarette held loosely between her teeth. She held the tip...

Yes, we all know the Jeremy Irons impression is only for the bedroom.

Chapter 1 The girl was waiting for him at the exam table. She'd been stripped down to her swimsuit, a tight fitting competition style patterned in black and gray that drank in the more excessive of her curves and damped out her figure to something more inoffensively modest. She was pretty...

KAJIHT IS INNOCENT I mean... um... I was pinged?