>     Finally.  Finally he was free of the burden.  The burden of the 
>Moxibution Weakness.  Finally he could leave.  Leave Nerima.  Leave 
>the place that’s caused him the most trouble.  In all his years 
>fighting Umbrella, he’s never been so vulnerable as he was when he 
>was affected by the Moxibution Weakness.  He could leave…
>     Right after he destroyed the Umbrella factory outside Nerima.
>     *Shit!*
>     He couldn’t bring himself to leave.  He kept thinking about 
>her.  He couldn’t get his mind off her.  Just a few feet away, and 
>yet he couldn’t walk over to her.  Couldn’t tell her how he felt.
>     Now he was mad.  Mad at himself.  He shouldn’t have allowed 
>himself to stay in Nerima as long as he did.  Should have left when 
>he had the chance.  He needed to leave.
>
>     *He should like this…*
>     Ukyou walked up the stairs with a plate of ukonomiyaki.  Ranma 
>and Ryouga had scared off all her customers again with their 
>fighting, so she had the extra time.
>     “Hello?” she said through the door.  When there was no answer, 
>she opened up the door.  To her not-so surprise, the window was open 
>and he was nowhere to be seen.
>
>     He opened up the window and jumped to the ground.
>     *I gotta learn Bukujutsu…*
>     He ran to his car and started driving.  He drove to the edge of 
>town, then toward the Umbrella factory.
>
>     /He’s gone/
>     Scimitar walked up to Mewtwo.
>     “I guess we should go after him…” he said.
>
>     He drove down the same long strip of road he had just driven 
>down a few days before.  Images raced though his mind.  Images all 
>too familiar.  Images of the people he had met in Nerima.  People 
>he’d dared to think of as friends.  People that had created 
>conflicts within himself.
>     *Ukyou…*
>     He pulled over to the side of the road.  He killed the engine 
>and reached into his coat.  When he pulled out his gloved hand, he 
>held a yellow ball, with seven little orange stars on one surface.
>     “Pat, I can’t stop thinking of her.  What am I going to do?”
>     Three months before…the arena…Pat had given him a gift.  This 
>little yellow ball.  He had never really asked what it was, but when 
>he examined the molecular structure, it was like nothing he’d ever 
>seen.  He couldn’t identify any of the elements on the periodic 
>table.  It was like it was not of this Earth.
>     Every once in awhile, he’d talk to the ball as if it was Pat.  
>It was like she could hear him though this ball.
>     *Silly thing…why do I bother…?*
>     He sat for a few minutes, then put the ball away and started up 
>the motor.
>     After about five minutes, to his not-so surprise, he saw what 
>looked like Scimitar and Mewtwo standing in the middle of the road 
>looking at him.  He slowed down the car and stopped four feet in 
>front of them.
>     Rolling down the window, he shouted, “Now how did I know you’d 
>do that…?”
>     Scimitar grinned, then walked up beside the car on the 
>passenger’s side.  “An American car?” Scimitar asked, noticing the 
>driving wheel on the left side.
>     “Ya.  Get in and we’ll talk.  I want to be there in a few 
>minutes for the shift change.”
>     Scimitar opened the door and sat down.  Mewtwo just teleported 
>to the back seat.
>     “So, you’re sure Chronos has joined up with Umbrella?” he asked 
>as he stepped on the gas.
>     “That’s what the computer said.  You know,” Scimitar looked at 
>him, “we really should stay in Nerima in case they go back there.”
>     “They’ll be all right.  Ranma and Ryouga seem like they could 
>handle most of the Umbrella agents…”
>     “And what about the Zoanoids?  What if they go after them?” 
>Scimitar interrupted.
>     “They know how to deal with them…”
>     “And what…”
>     “Quiet.  The Gate’s just ahead.  Let me do the talking.  When I 
>give the word, if you really want to join in, go around the back.  
>There should be an entrance.  Just try to not try to kill me.”
>
>     The car pulled up to the guard booth.
>     “I need to see…YOU!”
>     *BAM*
>     Scimitar looked over just in time to see nameless put the 
>handgun away.
>     “Nice talking…”
>     Nameless gave him a stare.  “Hold on…”
>     The car zoomed forward toward the factory.  Just when it looked 
>like the car was going to smash into the wall, nameless turned the 
>wheel and the car spun around and stopped.
>     “Go…” nameless said and calmly stepped out of the car, pulling 
>out two handguns.
>     *I can’t believe…*
>     Scimitar got out of the car and saw nameless enter though the 
>front door.
>     /It’s a good plan.  Let’s go./
>     It was a good plan…assuming that they didn’t accidentally kill 
>each other while rampaging through the factory.