TNG: Iblis, the First Hero

Chapter 11: Angels and Demons

Angels and Demons

F***! Get yourself together, Cid! They're getting away!

He ducked under the approaching blade as it whizzed over his head, only to be struck by the heel of a heavy boot. The blow sent him flying across the warehouse.

As he looked across the room at his adversaries, he cursed himself for being a teenage boy. The two women he had been fighting, a stunning redhead and a striking Asian woman with jet black hair, stared back menacingly. The tight fitting leather jumpsuits that they wore did nothing to help ease his hormones.

He had taken notice of the fact that there were several goons in the background working with what he described as "unsavory materials". He knew that he somehow had to stop them, but doing so would involve getting past the two women in front of him, which had proven to be difficult thus far.

"Got a plan here, King?" he asked his guardian through the headset.

"These two are obviously distractions from the activity going on behind you. Get past them and-"

Cid's world went black as a third woman, a black woman who was perhaps the most beautiful of the three, clocked him across the back of the head with a roundhouse kick.

"Cid? Cid?!" King shouted into the microphone as Cid toppled to the floor.

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Meh... What the heck just happened? Cid hazily asked himself as he sat up. He quickly realized that he was at home in his bed. He looked over his shoulder at an alarm clock, which read 10:45 a.m. Crap! I'm late for school! He shouted in his head as he tumbled off the bed and onto the floor. He dashed out his room and into the common area, where King was seated, casually drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

"It's 10:45! I'm late for school!" Cid shouted, amazed that his guardian didn't think to "do him a solid" and wake him up.

King simply chuckled, which actually drew a bit of rage out of Cid. "Cid, it's Saturday..." he stated curtly.

"Oh..." Cid muttered, quietly returning to his room in defeat. Of course it's Saturday, idiot, he told himself as he returned to his bed.

"What happened?" he shouted down the hallway, wondering how he ended up back in his room.

"You got knocked out," King shouted back.

Cid got off the bed and returned to the common area. "Well I know that much, but how'd I get here?"

"Cid, do you really need to ask that question? I came to get you, like the last five times you got your a** kicked in public," King stated matter-of-factly. "I'm surprised they didn't kill you."

"Yeah, I'm surprised as well," Cid stated. He then reflected upon the fact that they were both talking about the possibility of him "dying in the line of duty" so casually.

"Well we need to find out what they took from that warehouse and who those women were," King stated. "That'll be your job at work today."

"I'm working today?"

"You work every day, Cid, unless I tell you otherwise. I'll see you in 0021 in an hour," King stated. With that, he got up, put on his lab coat, and walked out the door.

Cid then felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. "Yo Cid, iss ya boy, Ronnie. Whass goodie in the hoodie mah boodie?" Ronnie nearly shouted into the phone.

"Why are you talking like that, Ronnie?"

"I juss seen dis bomb a** TV show mayne."

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to stop watching that TV show and talk like a normal person."