NixRangers
Chapter Two- Black Leather and a Cherry


"She's here,".  Tony turned from his place at the window, stood up, and ran 
to the door, almost tripping over a suitcase on the way.

"*Real* cool, Tones," remarked Joel, getting off the edge of the bed.  They'd
been hanging around his room ever since they'd gotten back from the concert.

The four guys exited the room guickly, and went down to the front lobby of 
the hotel.

"Excuse me, sir,".  Aaron aproached a young lobbyboy who looked to be about 
sixteen.  "Have you seen-"  

"I'm right here, Red,".  A female voice, slightly deep and tough-sounding 
spoke from across the room.  All of the guys turned around.  

She stood in the enterance-way, the woman who's help they had contrived.  A 
vision not often seen in Salmon Arm.  

She wore a bodysuit of tight black leather that fit her like a glove.  It had
a silver zipper down the front of it, and from her belt of silver hoops, a 
variety of arsenal hung.  A strap of ammo hung over her shoulder, and the 
look in her eye was fierce.  The words 'Xena on Crack' came to mind.  

In addition, she wore thigh-high boots of black leather, and the edge of a 
small but deadly hunting knife could be seen poking out of it.  Under her arm
she held a black motercycle helmet.  Her hair was probably what used to be 
light auburn, but it was slicked back behind her ears with was looked like 
engine grease, making it darker.  Her eyes were green, and sliced through 
them like the knife she hid.

"Now," she breathed, "What can I do for you boys?".

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"So let me get this straight,".  The young woman, who's name, they found out,
was Carrie, sat in a chair by the wall methodically punching holes into the 
wall with her hunting knife.  She had insisted they call her Cherry, though, 
or, she said, she would kill them.  Cherry Bomb.  "You-" she pointed at Tony 
with her knife, "-were tossed a note that told you that this woman, Amanda, 
had been kidnapped.  You then returned here, were you recieved a call telling
you not to contact anyone," she breathed out.  "Nice to see you can take 
orders...." she muttered under her breath.  "So you decided to contact me, 
and that's where we are now.  I have only one question- what is so important 
about this girl that warrants an abduction?"

She reclined in the wicker chair that held her, and peirced each Nix with her
gaze.  

"Amanda," BJ piped up, "is the Princess of the Macaroni Kindom on the planet 
Lethbridge.  She's a friend of ours, and keeps us in constants supply of the 
macaroni we need to remain powerful as the NixRangers,".  His voice dropped 
in sadness.  "If we don't find her soon, we'll have to rely on Kraft as or 
source- and you know how mediocre they are.  We'd never win a battle eating 
that stuff...".

"I see," She leaned forwards in her chair, showing WAY too much cleavage then
she should have.  STREETNiX averted their eyes and all turned red.
"What?  What's wrong?"  Cherry demanded angrily.  

"Um..." Aaron pointed without looking.

Cherry looked down, and after realizing the problem, quickly adjusted it.  
"Ahem.... sorry," she said huskily, showing emotion for the first time since 
she'd arrived.  "The leather company made this too small...".

The guys, realising the return to decency, all looked back at her with  
sheepish looks on their faces.

"What?  What's your problem?  Stop looking at me and get back to the topic at
hand!!!!!!!".  Cherry became really pissed off, and stood up, ready to kill 
someone.  

"Okayokayokayokayokay!!!!!" The guys yelled in unison, covering their heads 
and curling into tiny balls.

"That's better,".  Cherry said, reclining again.  "Now, back to the topic at 
hand... I have decided I *will* help you.  But,"  she glared at them.  
"Anything like this happen again, you will feel the wraith of my throwing 
knives.  I aim for the stomach, but when I miss, I tend to miss low,".  She 
smirked as she heard moans of pain throughout the room.  "Now, where do we 
start?"


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SORRY THIS CHAPTER'S SO SHORT... I WANNA OPEN IT UP MORE SO I CAN START 
BRINGING IN EVERYONE ELSE.

AS FOR THE CLEAVAGE THING, DON'T WORRY, THAT HAD *NO* SEXUAL UNDERTONES.  AS 
YOU'VE FIGURED OUT, CHERRY BOMB IS BASED ON ME, AND THE WHOLE 'CLEAVAGE' 
THING WAS ME MAKING FUN OF MYSELF.... NOTE THE 'XENA ON CRACK' COMMENT.

ANYHOO, STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER THREE, COMING SOON.

CARRIE.

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