by Josh Temple (or whoever I am this week) tarne_of_
don't blame me the voices did it, the voices

you know the drill I don't own any of this

If you are offended at my poor writing skills, lack of originality, absence of plot, or anything else I do, stop
reading now, don't flame me later.

If any characters are OOC just blame my poor writing skills same goes of and screw up in the timeline
(relative to the cannon)

C & C welcome and desperately needed

This isn't an SI I'm just very lazy with character names.

Thoughts
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Okay here's how the languages work when Dealing with Group agents (including Ike) are alone they will default in English and when they are with others they will default in Japanese. It can be said that a person will default to the language that others will understand.

Defaults:
Group members = English
Ranma 1/2 = Japanese
Both = Japanese

Thoughts have no specific language so no problems there

Other languages will be defined during their use.

What has gone on before:
An inept author, myself, tried to write a god-fic. You know an author with super powers, goes around solving all the character's problems.
Instead I got stuck in the fic and lost all my powers. I did get the standard author curse, you know what I'm talking about, and another curse, telepathy. Now you have a 'buddy' fic Ranma has a friend that followed him on at least some of the journey. Who tries to help HIM with some of his problems. My character avoids most of the other people because they are in his opinion crazed psychotic, loons. He appears to be a normal person( with NO martial arts ability), albeit slightly mischievous, and over time forgets that he was actually a fan-fic author.
Until one day he's attacked by Kunou, and is forced to shoot him with a blaster. This brings into the front, The Group a mysterious organization. After a slight misconception Josh is reunited with his friends from back home and they decide to stay.

I know this is very odd but I assure you it happened organically, and it will only get weirder.

Chapter 3

Warren stood in the common room of the newly christened Nerima Cell of The Group. "As I've said Command approved the activation of the of this cell. I believe that this is a sign that they are starting to trust us again."
"Or that want us far, far away where we can't do any harm," Bob said half asleep.
"It was the Berlin cell's fault that we failed," James said a laptop in front of him.
"That's enough," Warren said, "We have a very good surveillance network in the ward, and a large much larger base than we had in Nelson. Now the local laws will be difficult especially considering Japan's regulation of firearms."
"Um sorry to interrupt again but on that point, how are we going to target practice? I mean how are we going to maintain our edge," Bob said.
"We could do Josh has been doing," James commented without looking up.
"Shut up, Kunou deserved every singe blast." I said.
"Yes we were fully briefed on his insanity," Warren said, "Now moving back on topic, Ike said their was old range in the basement."
"I find that hard to believe," James said, "I've been over the blueprints of this place and there isn't enough room for a full range. There's too much stuff down there. I mean heaters, water systems, electrical generators."
"That's because the level I'm talking about is below the official basement. The records to that level were destroyed," Warren said.
"Is it me or is this place too well stocked: security systems, thick steel walls, concert, blast-proof glass, self-contained systems and now a firing range," I asked.
"This is a Group building," Warren said, "It would be fully stocked."
"So how do we get to this range?" James continued.
"Just ask Ike he'll tell you."
"And where is he?" Bob asked.
"Downstairs."
"Why does Ike the entire 2nd floor why we have to live in that apartment?" Bob complained.
"You do know that there are five other apartments on this floor?" I said.
"Warren wouldn't let us in them." Bob said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because at the time, we were only going to stay for a few weeks, and there were only tree of us," Warren explained, "But now that we will be living here. Josh and James will be living in 3C, while Bob and I will stay in 3A."
I nodded in agreement. A and B were large single bedroom apartments where C and D were just bedrooms with attached bathrooms. E and F were at the end of the hallway nearly identical to C and D. There was a door that connected A to C and a similar door that connected B to D.
"Okay moving on. Josh, I told command about your curses. It took a some video footage to convince them that it was real. They did suggest that some research be done on magic and telepathy," Warren noticed the slight cringe on my face, "It was only a suggestion and you would be the only one conducting the experiments."
That was true we did kneed to know as much as we could about the curses and The Group wouldn't experiment one to try an replicate my powers or examine the curse. "Odd that they didn't think of using me for spying."
"Command says that it's too unreliable, and its against Group policy to conduct personal exploitation," stated Warren, "Also I will set up a schedule for target work starting tomorrow. Any other status reports."
"I have one," Bob said while standing up, "I am proud to say that over half of the missile system had been installed. Each roof mounted tube contains a singe G-56 grade-,"
I zoned out as Bob went into the technical jargon of the systems. Everyone knew ho to use the missile system it was essentially the same one we had rigged up in Nelson. He was about to pull up a set of charts, when Warren interrupted him, "Bob that's enough."
Bob sat back down. James glanced over then went back to his work.
Warren continued, "Any other issues."
"Yes, about my proposal?," I asked.
"I've thought about it and have decided to give you the go ahead," Warren said. Then asking, "When do you plan to start?"
"Phase 1 has already been implemented."
Warren scratched his neck, "I'll let it pass this time, but never ever subvert my command."
"Yes, sir," I said. Warren was pretty easygoing in his command, but he took it very seriously..
"You're letting him tell it!" Bob said angrily, "We can't just tell our secret to everyone." James simply kept typing.
"Josh has convinced me," Warren explained, "If we are to stay here we have to align ourselves with current events, and Ranma is the key."

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Ranma was in his room examining a package. It was wrapped in brown paper, was about the size of a shoe box and weighed a few pounds. He remembered having to personally sign for it before the courier handed it over.
"Why haven't I opened it yet, he thought, It could be a bomb, but why would anyone use this method. An image or the gunmen entering the yard reappeared, but those people were friend's of Josh's.
He looked at the box again the return address was some local antique shop. Deciding that the risk was nil, he tore into the paper. Inside was a plain white box. After removing the lid and sorting through the Styrofoam peanuts he found a plaque.
It was about 6 inches high 5 inches wide and 2 inches deep. The object was intricately carved, gray marble. On the left side was an American flag on the right was the NATO flag. In the center was a Diamondback Rattle snake. Its mouth was open exposing fangs and its body was coiled around tree lighting bolts. In the background was Earth. Inscribed at the bottom of the carving was "Dedicated to The Group, for without its brave agents billions would have died. Commemorating 50 years of global security."
What the hell? Ranma thought holding the stone, What is The Group? Ranma remembered that Josh only mentioned that name once or twice. Were Josh and his friends The Group? No this thing says that The Group has been around for half a century.
Ranma put the object back in its box and looked at the address on the wrapping.

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We were in the basement. Ike was in front of us at a security door. He entered a code and it slid open. "There. Well I have a shop to run," Ike said as he walked off.
"Okay," Warren said, "Bob, Josh take the equipment down let's check it out."
Each taking and end we lugged the crate down the stairs.

At the foot of the stairs was a standard range walkway. There were three booths for shooting on one side and on the other were storage lockers. I looked down the range it was about a hundred and fifty feet in length. There were target tracks suspended from the ceiling. The far end of the range was thick concrete. It probably also has a layer of lead to absorb the rounds hitting the back.
I walked to the other end of the room there was a large metal door. Opening it, I looked inside. "Wow," I said looking into the room.
Warren walked up behind me "Yup a full training sim."
Looking into the chamber them back to Warren. I said, "Why does a facility like this have a fill sim?"
Warren shrugged, "I just guess there's the space."
Walking in, "Where's the control both?" I said standing in the darkened room.
From outside, "I found the link up," James said in front of one of the storage boxes.
James had found a collection of computer banks in the locker. He had his laptop connected to the machine. "I'm in," he said fixing his eyes on the screen, "Hmm low on ammo."
"Bob get some paintballs from the crate," Warren said looking at the sim room.
Bob took a large box of paintballs, about 50,000 count, and asked, "Where's the feeder?"
"James?" Warren stated.
Scrolling through a few windows, "Rear of the room pull down the second bar."
"Um lights?" Bob asked standing at the doorway.
James hit a few keys and the chamber illuminated. I looked inside, I had seen sims before but they were only at the central nodes. The fact that one was here was odd, no matter what Warren said. The room looked like it was the size of a football field, yet it was really half that size. Inside there were scattered fox holes an barriers. There were also a dozen gun towers. Each tower had a collection of cameras, a paintball gun in it, and a few motor controls. These towers had the ability to track people and the

80 terrorism
new international terrorism
no tolerance for terrorist acts

Precognizant clairvoyant

Warren Tompson: tall gun nut cobalt blue bombardier's eyes

Bob Solace: pyromaniac shorter crazy evil twitching eye brown

James Edison: hacker average height cold mechanical gray

66 columns

You're going to kill him with a pastry? I've seen this man eat a bowl of change.
Simpsons

I owe Mr. Lister everything, if it wasn't for him I would be normal.
Red Dwarf

Akane glared at the bowl. The bowl refused to glare back, but that was because it was an inanimate object
without eyes.
Girl Days

Do you hate New York?
Drug dealers put me in Washington.

Do you hate New York drug dealers?
Put me in Washington.

This isn't really and SI I've been told it could change the names and no one would tell the difference.

Opps you found something i never finished sorry. I might pick this one back up