>The Rainboom crawls its way over to the HST homeworld.
"So, we're finally here," mutters Anon.
 
>Twilight nods in agreement.
>"It's been a long time coming."
 
>Anon stares at the slowly enlarging planet, feeling a sense of anxiety wash over him.
>He finds himself wishing he could stop the ship and turn around, but there are matters of obligations. Minuette was in deep trouble, and possibly Trixie and Sunset as well.
 
"So," he lets out a shaky sigh. "What's next? Where is she now?"
>Twilight stares intently at the tracker, deciphering the coordinates of the blinking dot.
>"She's on the surface now," she concludes. "To be precise, around where the HTS intelligence services headquarters are."
 
>Anon doesn't like the sound of that one bit.
"Is it okay to say that I hope she was kidnapped? It'd be incredibly awkward to find out she's been a willing participant in all this."
>"Regardless of her circumstances," says Twilight, her hand on her chin. "She activated them by her own accord."
>She tilts her head.
>"Although, the sensors show that she took one of them off and put them on someone else. They've been in very close proximity since the activation—"
"Moondancer," Anon guesses. "If there's one person Minuette would want to be tracked with, it'd be her. But who'd want to kidnap both Minuette AND Moondancer?"
>"Whoever it is," Twilight says, "they're closely tied to the Sapphire Saviors."
 
>She gasps with a sudden revelation.
>"Flash Sentry. Maybe he knows."
>As though on cue, the Rainboom's comms begin chiming.
 
>"Someone's calling."
"I'll take it," says Anon.
 
>He reaches over and hits a button on the dashboard.
>The face of a mustached man with blue hair fills the screen.
>"Ah. Hello there," says the man with a hint of British accent.
 
"There is no Space Britain dammit," growls Anon. "What do you want?"
>To everyone's surprise, Flash forgoes the annoying pleasantries.
>"Just a moment of time if you would," he says. "It's an emergency."
 
 
"You better make it good, James Bond."
>"Flash," interjects Twilight, stopping Anon with a gentle tug. "We've got an emergency as well. We tracked Minuette's signal moving towards the HST homeworld, and we have reasons to believe that Moondancer is with her."
>"You are absolutely right on both accounts," says Flash Sentry. "The Sapphire Saviors have detained both Minuette and Moondancer earlier today. They brought them here for questioning."
 
>Twilight's face turns pale.
"Wait a minute," Anon raises his voice. "You sent your spy-wannabes to capture our friends?"
>"Incorrect," says Flash. "The High Council took direct control over the operation."
>Anon raises an eyebrow.
>"I was left out of the loop, Anonymous. There are higher powers than us at play here. I don't like it any more than you do."
 
>Twilight takes a few calming breaths and asks, "where are they now, Flash?"
>"The interrogation wing," Flash replies somewhat apologetically. "I am so sorry."
>Anon clenches his teeth.
"Damn it."
 
>"But that's only part of the problem," says Flash. "The council knows you are in the system, and they're on full alert."
>Twilight raises a suspicious voice.
>"I'm assuming you didn't have anything to do with it?"
>"My dear," Flash says. "If I intended to capture you two and bring you in, why would I be hailing you right now?"
>Both Twi and Anon find themselves unable to answer.
 
>Flash sighs.
>"I know we've been adversaries in the past, but we need to set aside grudges for now. There are events set in motion that even I'm not aware of. We need to handle this, DEFTLY."
>Anon frowns and glances at Twilight. She gives him the slightest hint of nod.
"Very well. But if you cross us, I'll tell Trixie. She'll never talk to you ever again."
>"O-of course," says Flash Sentry, sweating visibly.
 
—
 
>Anon carefully pilots the Rainboom as Flash grants special landing privileges for the flying space baseball.
>Twilight lets out a series of ohhs and ahhs as the Rainboom travels through space lanes usually reserved for upper echelon traffic.
"Amen to that," says Anon. "It is pretty amazing, I must admit."
 
>The Rainboom plunges through a series of giant holographic murals. About half of them are massively enlarged and unflattering imagery of Shimmy Sanders. Mostly about her thinning "bacon hair."
>Anon inhales a breath of wonder at the largest of the glowing murals. It's a caricatured hologram of The Donald's new cyberpenis.
 
>Twilight cringes at the sight.
>"You know, it really bothers me that she looks so much like an older version of me."
"With a pneumatic prosthetic dong," Anon reminds her.
>"Yes, how could I forget," groans Twilight.
 
>Anon lets out a woop as the Rainboom pierces right through the tip.
 
>"Anon, was that really necessary? There are other lanes AROUND the thing, you know."
>Anon rolls his eyes.
"Oh come on, Twi. It's just the tip."
 
 
>"I hate to break up the bedroom talk," interrupts Flash. "But I've got more bad news."
"Give it to me straight," says Anon.
>"Absolutely no love for the art of verbosity," exclaims Flash. "Anyway, the other Twilight is here, with her own Anonymous."
 
>Twilight jolts up.
>"At the intelligence office?"
>Flash nods.
>"They're in queue to gain a day pass at the Twilight Registry servers. Since she doesn't have her identification number, her application got denied and I was alerted."
 
>"Wait," says Twilight. "Since when did HST start denying data access to unregistered Twilights? Access to knowledge is a Basic Twilight Right."
>Flash groans in agreement.
>"Right, it is. But the High Council seems to be all too willing to dump things like that on the wayside. They're obsessed with the latest data breach done by MUPPET."
 
"Data breach?"
>"Recall how Moondancer got you that secret multiverse physics data about your universe's split? She didn't exactly ask someone to gain access."
"Oh. Is that why the council is all over Moondancer?"
>"That's my assumption."
 
>Twilight interrupts, fixated over the new Twilight.
>"So if the council won't grant her the right, there's a very real possibility that she might leave and try something reckless."
>Flash raises an eyebrow.
>"Something reckless, my dear?"
 
>"It's what I'd do," says Twilight. "Nobody gets in the way between me and my pursuit of knowledge."
>"You must hurry, then," says Flash urgently.
 
- - - - - -
 
>In the multiversal gap between dimensions, a rage demoness lay dreaming.
>"Sunset?"
>A pale blue wizard gently shakes Sunset awake.
 
>One eyelid opens, then another. Sunset's eyes begin darting around the endless void around her.
>"W-where? Where the heck are we?"
>"The timeless void between dimensions," answers Trixie. "I've had glimpses of it each jump, but never got to actually step through it."
 
>Sunset gets a little angry at that.
>"So you decided to pull *me* along for the ride? Actually, let's start from the beginning."
>She extends an arm towrads the nothingness, as though an entrace exists somewhere out of her view.
>"What the hell was all of that... that INSANITY I saw? Faces merging with each other. The streets scattering like sand in the wind. Did you put a spell on me?"
 
>Trixie shakes her head.
>"No tricks. All I did was help you witness the future overlaid on top of the four-dimensional cross section we're hurtling through at the moment."
>Sunset thinks very hard on that, falling back to her days as a magic horse adept.
 
>She claps her hands once in revelation.
>"Right! You reversed the siphoning process."
>Trixie nods.
>"You're a surrogate Element without powers. All I had to do was power your sight using my magic briefly."
 
 
>"Well, that's fine and all," says Sunset. "But you still haven't explained why we are here. Why you brought me here."
>"I need some help finding out about the rifts I've been making," answers Trixie. "My judgment is clouded. I need the intuition of the Element of Magic when she's not bound to any specific universe."
>Trixie puts a hand on Sunset's forehead. Sunset feels the warm of rainbow energy pouring into her.
>The warmth of magic rather than the wrath of the demoness inside her. It's something she hasn't felt in a long time.
>"I get it," says Sunset, regaining some of her magical intuition. "The void leads to everywhere, and this is the ideal place for a portal roulette. Very clever."
 
>Trixie smiles.
>"Open a portal to anywhere," says Trixie. "Give it a try. I get the feeling that—"
>"—that we'll find a way to mend the rift," finishes Sunset. "Me too, Trix."
 
>It takes no time for Sunset to get acquainted with the powers coursing through her.
>She raises an arm, and blasts a hole in the fabric of the great nothingness.
>A blurry close-up of a bookshelf is visible from the other side of the hole.
 
>"Well," says Trixie. "I expected you to gently unseal a slit, but that works too."
>"I don't do gentle," answers Sunset.
 
>The electrified loop crackles on, waiting for someone to swallow.
>"Say," begins Sunset. "Don't you think this is all too convenient? We've been basically ushered along by random portals this whole time."
>Trixie shrugs.
 
>"Whatever. It's the multiverse, there's nothing much we can do about it."
>They float onward, plunging into the gaping violation of the laws of physics.
 
- - - - - -
 
>Discontinuity.
>Trixie tumbles out of the electrified hole in the wall, followed by Sunset.
>They're surrounded by rows and rows of bookshelves.
>"Hey Trix, remember that scene in The Matrix with the gun racks?"
>"Yeah," Trixie replies. "Except books. Lots of books."
 
>Sunset pulls out one of the less dusty tomes from the middle row.
>"[A Treatise on Multiverse], by Flash Sentry," she reads out loud.
>Trixie waves a dismissive hand.
>"His rainbow magic stuff is pretty solid, but he should honestly stay away from writing about multiverses," says Trixie, gloating a little. "His knowledge on that stuff is pedestrian at best."
 
>Trixie pauses.
>"Wait, a Flash Sentry book?"
>Sunset shrugs, pulling out another copy from a nearby shelf.
>"And it's not the only copy apparently. That entire row is all Flash Sentry stuff."
>Sunset frowns.
>"[The Multiverse Future Factbook 2040], by MUPPET Intelligence Agency. A multiverse almanac? Where the heck are we?"
 
>Trixie checks the eerily familiar fine print on the barcode. It spells out the name of the establishment.
>Her eye twitches at the revelation.
 
>Sunset shuffles through a series of books.
>"I think I found it! [The Instability Theory] by Stein Gates. We ought to be able to make sense of what—"
 
>"Are you KIDDING ME," Trixie yelps.
>Sunset almost drops her book.
>"What? Something wrong, Trix?"
 
>Before Sunset can even finish her sentence, Trixie runs down the aisle.
>She looks left and right, taking in the familiar furnishing and staff members.
>She runs out the door and looks up at the sign.
 
The Library
CanterTech Used Books & More
 
>"It's been here the whole fucking time? REALLY?"
>Trixie despairs.
 
>Sunset picks up Trixie from the ground.
>"Come on, Trix. You'll eventually learn to deal with it."
 
—
 
>An intense consolation and study session later, the magical duo manage to accumulate a massive pile of notes between them.
>They begin going over each other's findings after a few more compliments about one another's work.
 
>Trixie's hands begin shaking.
>"So, you came to the same conclusion as I did."
>Sunset looks at Trixie.
>"Yeah, the merger is inevitable. To make matters worse, one of the constituents of the universes have been hopping portals like a.."
>Sunset stops, suddenly realizing what she's trying to say.
 
>Trixie shakes her head.
>"No, you're right. In my defense I've been compelled by an unknown force. But regardless of the motive, I'm the one responsible for the accelerated disintegration. And everyone's going to die."
 
>"Actually, that last part isn't true," says Sunset.
>Trixie raises her head. Her violet eyes are glossy with tears.
 
>"Wh-what do you mean? The equation—"
>"—is just an approximation," Sunset completes Trixie's sentence. "Yes, there is a possibility that the constituents will become cancelled out of existence, but that's assuming the normal degradation process."
>Sunset gives Trixie a reassuring smile.
>"Someone or something clearly wanted to hasten the merger. So they manipulated you into opening those portals."
>She points at one of the rainbow-logic symbols.
>"See? A willful tampering. If this variable is nonzero, then it fouls up everything else."
 
>Trixie looks at the squiggly symbol pointed at by Sunset.
>"So, the result of the induced merger could be something catastrophic," concludes Trixie. "But at least it won't be the end of the world as we know it."
 
>Trixie smirks.
>"That's one hell of a wicked optimism, Sunny."
>"What can I say," replies Sunset. "When the universe is your adversary, you take solace wherever you can."
 
 
- - - - - -
 
 
>Light years away, the leader of Union of Special Starlight Rights sits watching.
 
>Her top agent, Starlight Glimmer, rotates a magical device to and fro.
>The glow it used to emit whenever this happened doesn't seem to materialize itself this time.
 
>With a shaky sigh, Starlight puts down the hideously complex and expensive artifact.
>Almost the entirety of USSR's annual GDP, Chairman reminds herself.
>USSR was not exactly rolling in dough like HST was, and it was going to take quite some time to pay off the loans.
 
>The agent kneels before her.
 
>"Report," intones Chairman Glimmer.
>"My apologies, Chairman," says the young agent. "With the target aware of manipulations, it's impossible to have any further sway on her portal impulses."
 
>Chairman Glimmer growled. Things were advancing unexpectedly fast.
 
>"Mobilize the troops. When the dimensional merger happens, I want the Glimmer Guard rolling tanks on the ruined surface of HST homeworld."
>"Right away," salutes the agent, taking her leave.
 
>Chairman Glimmer stared at the now-worthless artifact, calming her anger.
>She'll soon control the entirety of HST space.
 
 
- - - - - -
 
 
>With their notes neatly gathered, the magical duo prepares for one last jump.
>On the way out, Trixie buys the copy of [The Instability Theory] along with a few other miscellaneous books.
>Unbeknownst to her, it's the last remaining copy in existence.
 
>She clutches it unceremoniously in her arms, along with the old magazines and trashy romance novels.
>One of them has a picture of a naked girl on it. She looks an awful lot like Twilight.
 
>"What's that book about, Trix?"
>"N-nothing!"
>Trixie begins blushing.
>Sunset gives her a shit-eating grin.
>"It's not one of *those* novels, is it?"
 
 
>Trixie huffs.
>"Of course not! [The Stalked] is a highly acclaimed novel about a confused girl coming to terms with her sexuality. And yes, there is a nude scene where the protagonist draws her admirer like one of her French girls then fantasizes about her androgynous body in the bathtub afterward."
>She coughs.
>"It's actually really lewd now that I think about it, but I read it for the plot. I swear!"
>"You know," teases Sunset. "For such a widely-read girl, your taste in fiction is just beyond words."
 
>"My tastes are utterly patrician, thank you very much. Now give me your hand."
>Trixie nabs Sunset's hand.
>Sunset feels the familiar warmth of the rainbow power coursing through her.
>"If our theory is right, we need to be present at the exact moment when Anon and Twilight meet their counterparts."
>"And that's where your magical intuition comes into play," says Trixie.
 
>"How ridiculously contrived," mutters Sunset. "I'm the roulette rigger that magically solves everything."
>"You're the Element of Magic," shrugs Trixie. "Screw it. Multiverse wants it this way, let's just play along."
>Sunset finds that all too agreeable.
>She looks at Trixie.
>"Just like last time right?"
>"Just like last time," nods Trixie.
 
>Sunset raises her hand.
>"Here we go."
>Her intuition clings to a specific point in time and space, and she aims at it.
>A blast of rainbow energy punctures yet another hole in the multiverse.
 
 
- - - - - -
 
 
>On the surface of the HTS homeworld, two figures are busy making their way towards the Twilight Archives building.
>The greener one begins whining.
 
"But Twi, I want to ride The Anon! How many people get to say that they've ridden on a ride named after them?"
>"A lot of the Anons actually," growls Twilight. "Can you please let it go? Remember the rescue mission?"
>Anon stuffs his face with cotton candy.
"Meh, I'm sure Minuette wouldn't mind. She appreciates fun, after all."
>"How could you even say that? She could be tortured by the Sapphire Saviors even as we speak!"
 
>Anon shrugs.
"I don't know, she looks fine to me."
>"You're damn right, silly spoon," replies a sultry alto. "I'm quite a looker, if I do say so myself!"
>Twilight freezes, then turns around slowly.
 
>Minuette waves at Twilight.
>"Hey, you so-and-so!"
 
>Twilight tries her dammdest not to lose her shit.
 
>Anon greets them, completely unfazed.
"Hey Minuette. Hey Moondancer."
>"Hey guys," waves the somewhat shy scientist with the horn-rimmed glasses.
 
>Twi finally opens her mouth.
>"I thought you were in TROUBLE? How did you—"
>Minuette interrupts with an uncharacteristically vicious smile.
>"Friends in high places, my dearest. We got captured, but a certain friend of mine granted me access to the holding cell locks. And then we did a lot of sneaking around to get past the guards."
>"And some broken bones," says Moondancer. "Minuette was definitely not shy about breaking some bones."
>Moondancer pauses, then looks at Minuette.
>"You're gonna have to tell me who this 'friend' is someday, Minuette. He seems to be suspiciously resourceful when it comes to HST-related things."
 
 
>Anon frowns a little.
"Broken bones, Minuette? That seems a bit excessive."
>Minuette waves a dismissive hand.
>"Nonlethal takedowns, silly spoon. Besides, the Savior pukes get some of the best healthcare in the multiverse anyway."
>"I don't think compound fractures count as 'nonlethal takedown' by any measure," says Moondancer.
 
>Twilight yanks the cotton candy out of Anon's face.
"Awwww, come on!"
>"It'll rot your teeth, babe."
>Anon begins sulking.
 
>Twilight turns to the new additions to the party.
>"So, anyway. Anon and I were on our way to the archives building."
>"Archives building?"
>Moondancer eyes the concrete edifice from which she just escaped out of.
>"Weren't you coming here to rescue us?"
 
"Well, we were. At least, we were trying to find out why your transponders were activated."
>"I can answer that," says Minuette. "Someone had their eyes set on Moondancer. They somehow traced her hack back to her device."
>"They never traced anything," corrects Moondancer. "Someone just straight-up told the SS about my intrusion and had the server logs to prove it."
>She bites a cigarette out of her crumpled pack, lighting it nervously.
 
>"Someone reeeally wanted me to be on this planet, inside HST intelligence headquarters. And I'm not sure why."
>"Someone very powerful," nods Twilight. "Having access to unmodified logs is one thing. Having enough political clout to make the council believe what you're saying? This group has some serious leverage on the upper echelons."
>Everyone nods in agreement.
 
—
 
>A loud explosion echoes out from the intelligence headquarters entrance, followed by an even larger second explosion.
>The first explosion showers the nearby area with masonry fragments. Faint blobs of emergency body shields bubble up everywhere, protecting Twilights and Brads from grave injuries.
>The bystanders stand and watch in shock.
>Minuette, falling back on her training, dives for the nearest cover.
 
>The second explosion punches a neat hole on the blast door leading into the building itself. It's significantly louder and has a metallic ring to it.
>Minuette shouts, waking up the party from their stupor.
>"Shaped charge! Someone's trying to brute force their way into the office."
"But why? Who would actually *want* to go inside that hellhole so badly?"
 
>Twilight's eyes widen.
>"It's the other Twilight. She's going all-in on the registry."
>Twilight and Anon glance at each other, then begin sprinting towards the gutted entrance.
 
>Moondancer groans.
>"Let me guess. We have to help those two find their other half or whatever."
>Minuette shrugs, grinning. She pulls out a pair of pistols.
>"Oh, don't pretend like you don't like it. They're such a dedicated and cute couple."
 
>Moondancer draws her rifle. She stares at the stunned Brads being knocked aside by a charging Twilight.
>"You know, we *just* escaped out of that hellhole."
>"I know, I know," bemoans Minuette sarcastically. "Such is life. Shall we, my little cookie?"
 
>Moondancer flashes a predatory grin, her cigarette burning cherry-red.
>"Once more, unto the breach."
>They follow behind the mad scientist duo.
 
 
- - - - - -
 
 
>The carnage inside isn't exactly something anyone expected to see.
>There are Brads wrapped in varying colors of sticky substances, most of them groaning in very uncomfortable mid-something positions.
>Two Brads are attached by their ankles and wrists, apparently caught while running in proximity of one another.
 
>Most of the damage is done to the structure and equipment. Rifles are snapped in half, walls are blasted for shortcuts, cameras covered in the same multicolor gooey substance.
>All of the Brads have been stripped of all weapons and armor.
 
"Jesus," mutters Anon.
>"This is incredibly precise work considering the scale," says Minuette, having caught up to the lovebirds. She whistles idly at the perfect semicircle hole on one of the metal gates.
>Being the practical one, Moondancer whispers fiercely.
>"Shouldn't we be, oh I dunno, keep moving? Shit like this are usually followed up by a flood of reinforcements."
>Twilight nods.
>"She's right, we should move."
>"And that you should," says Flash Sentry, dropping through the roof like a translucent ghost.
 
>Minuette brightens up considerably.
>"Flashie!"
>She runs over and wraps her arms around Flash, giving his butt a loud slap.
>"Darling, we really mustn't do this in front of the other Brads—"
>Ignoring his pleas, Minuette kisses Flash Sentry rather messily.
 
>"Where have you been, you old pervert? I appreciate the holding cell keycards by the way. It came in very. Handy."
>She gives Flash's groin a light squeeze. He begins sweating uncomfortably.
>The Brads, unable to look away from this rampant display of their leader's submissiveness, remain deathly quiet.
 
>Anon makes a bug-in-my-mouth face.
"You're doing HIM? But I thougth you were with—"
>Moondancer begins fuming.
>"THAT asshole is our third partner???"
 
 
>"And the person who informed me of your imminent arrest," says Minuette. "And freed us from our interrogation cells. You should be a little more grateful than that, my little coookie!"
>She raises Moondancer's chin with her hand and rubs noses with her.
>Moondancer remains quiet, her face still flushed with anger.
>"And besides," smirks Minuette. "You're insane if you think I'd let him enter me."
>Flash fidgets.
 
>Anon interrupts this ridiculous exchange.
"No no no wait a minute, why is HE helping us?"
>Flash coughs, trying to regain composure.
>"I've... err, 'known' Minuette for quite some time. When the council ordered the capture of Moondancer, I had my suspicious as to why—"
>"Keep it under one paragraph," snarls Moondancer, pressing her rifle barrel on Flash's forehead. "Or else."
>"Fine, fine!"
 
>Flash's voice is unusually shaky.
>"Lord Anon sidestepped my authority and ordered Moondancer's capture. He is in control of the Sapphire Saviors now. I got suspicious and let Minuette know. Did some digging of my own and found out that USSR was the one responsible for leaking her info to the council."
>Moondancer raises an eyebrow, lowering her rifle.
 
 
>Anon chimes in.
"Union for Special Starlight Rights? Why the hell do *they* want to help HST with their fugitive chase?"
>"Interdimensional merger," says Flash Sentry. "They somehow knew that the alternate Twilight and Anon pair would be here, and wanted a guarantee that you two would show up."
>"They want the primary constituents to be there for ther merger event," whispers Twilight. "But why?"
>"That's an unknown realm even to me, I'm afraid," says Flash sentry, looking around the party. "There's someone who *might* know a thing or two—"
"Aaand she hopped the portal and took one of our friends with us."
>"Right," says Flash, looking a little disappointed.
 
>An awkward silence falls as Flash continues to sulk next to Minuette. She gently strokes his hair like a mother would to her child.
 
>"Don't be so hard on yourself, Flashie," she says, patting his bottom. "You've got us now."
>Moondancer lets her cigarette burn to the filter, too furious to notice.
 
>Anon rubs his neck.
"I, uh. I am not sure what to say to this."
>"Ditto," says Twilight. "We should um... keep moving. Yes."
 
>One of the Brads stuck against the wall snickers at this exchange.
>Moondancer walks up to the offender and gives him a swift kick in the nuts.
>"OWWWWwwww why would you do thatlrargh—"
>He begins throwing up.
>"Let's go," snarls Moondancer. "And Minuette, we're going to have a long talk about this."
>Minuette shrugs, following her lover through the ruined wall.
 
 
"H-hey, wait up!"
>Anon and Twilight runs past the awkward trio, blazing the trail.
 
>Not even two steps into their mutual silence, another explosion rocks the hallway.
>Flash Sentry throws up a shield bubble, bouncing off masonry fragments harmlessly.
>Before Anon can voice a complaint about yet another interruption to their stroll, a massive group of Brads begin pouring in.
>They take up formation around the wrecked blast doors into the main archives room.
 
>The leader of the squad raises a megaphone to his mouth.
>"B-80, formerly known as Flash Sentry."
>"Welp, there goes my 401k," moans Flash.
 
>The leader continues, unfazed.
>"I am hereby ordered by Lord Anon to bring you and your treasonous lot to justice. The punishment for such a hideous crime is—"
>"Do every one of you Brads talk like this?" Minuette whispers, clearly annoyed.
 
>Moondancer fires a long burst, her rounds disappearing into tiny red holes on the leader's chest.
 
>Minuette whistles.
>"And not a single stray shot. Your grouping's tighter than your clam, girl."
>Moondancer blows a kiss at the impressed assassin.
 
>Flash Sentry winces.
>"Yeah, okay. That Brad was a bit of an ambitious dick even as a cadet. But could you at least try to keep it non-lethal? They might not be under my command anymore, but they're still like family."
>Anon loads shock darts into his rifle.
"Eh, no promises."
 
>Both sides erupt in a hail of gunfire and dazzling gun-fu moves.