Giving Fantasia: The Taking Fantasia Sequel

Chapter 80: My Baby Boy

Chapter 80: My Baby Boy

Screaming. Cursing. Threatening. Roaring –

"Oh great ancestors!" Spinning, Mulan pinged Jim and Peter with her tranquilizer gun. It took two darts in the neck to finally shut them up.

"Make sure they're not dead." Mulan ordered Mushu, her dragon sidekick (and gift from the Wishing Star). Holstering the gun, she glared as Jim and Peter slumped inside their cells. 

"Other than that, I don't care. Admiral Triton should arrive with King Arthur and Headmaster Mickey by sunset – I hope you're ready to suck out that sedative. Jim and Peter need to be awake so they can explain what happened. Defend these charges."

"Leave the nasty work to the dragon!" Mushu slithered into Jim's cell. Jim twitched as Mushu plucked the syringe from his neck, but was otherwise immobile.

Lazily, Mushu flicked the dart's red tailpiece. "Heh heh! Look at him! Look at them! Fantasia's guardians -- limp as noodles!"

Mushu laughed, but Mulan did not partake. This whole 'guardian situation' was a disaster, and Agent Bubbles had placed her, Captain Fa Mulan, in charge. Agent Bubble's rational, "You went to school with them. You clean up this mess."

Translation: Bubbles didn't want to deal with the drama.

Well neither did Mulan.

"Biggest wedding of the century...pirates skulking Fantasian waters...frost phantom running around... and the guardians decide to explode."

Sourly, Mulan exited the detention block. Providing a thumbprint for the biometric access system, she trudged through the steel doors and into staff headquarters. Ignoring the guards, two vultures named Trigger and Nutsy, she continued to the public lobby to wait for Admiral Triton.

Police station. Prison center. Aiya! Mulan settled at the front desk. Angling the surveillance screen, she glared at Jim and Peter – unconscious in their cells. This type of work was SO below her. She was a secret service agent. Not a babysitter.

Still...

Mulan glanced at Admiral Triton's arrest report. There were two copies – one for Peter, one for Jim. Peter's report lay inside a shiny new folder. Jim's report was stacked on a voluminous binder. Mulan was impressed –Jim had quite the criminal record. If  it was illegal, Jim already did it.

But this crime was serious. This crime was a killer, for both offenders. 

Jim was held for assault and battery. And Peter...for rape.

Mulan's stomach clenched as she fingered Peter's report. Nothing had been verified, Admiral Triton was still investigating the allegation, but Mulan was already biased. Peter had a reputation and as a woman, Mulan was naturally wary. She couldn't help it: rape was disgusting. In her book, an accusation was good enough to convict. It was plenty.

"Either way..." Mulan adjusted her wakizashi blade. "The guardians are all leaving tonight. Guardians. Aiya. Failed system. Oh well." she replaced Peter's report. "Just hope Wendy's okay."

"Ding! Ding! I'm here to bail out the Hawkins kid."

Mulan jumped. A man had approached the desk, strangely without her noticing. That was odd. Mulan was a master of detection. Agent Bubbles had trained her to catch mosquitoes with chopsticks – blindfolded. How had this man snuck up?