*** Somewhere away from the mass destruction ***

Wing is sitting on a park bench, watching the remains of the fake Panda
burn like so many Barney's before.   Just as he watched the last of the
embers die down, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"So... Wing, you failed her hmmm...?", questioned the golden haired woman
from behind, her blue flight suit barely visible in the dying light of the
fire.  Behind her, a rather worn down mech stands, ready for some urban
action.

Win gblinks, whispering shakily, "A..ashlyne?"

Moving to sit next to him on the bench, Ashlyne just smiles, whispering
"She already knows, Wing.  That's why _I'm_ here."

Wing starts to worry, noticing Ashlyne starting to take out her blade from
it's sheath. "Umm... what are you doing with that....?"

Giggling, she just smiles and whispers, "I'm going to teleport you to her,
so there are no... misunderstandings..."

Wing nods and relaxes, glancing away for a moment as a sudden jolt of pain
lances up his leg, Ashlyne's blade impaled into him.  Gritting his teeth,
his eyes asked the question, "Why??"

Rising and helping Wing rise, Ashlyne just smiles, whispering, "First of
all, that's part of your punishment for failure.  *smiles*  Then, since
we're taking my mech to get there, I want a good reason to put you under
sedation... no funny stuff in my snug mech cockpit."

As he's helped into the mecha, Wing feels for some reason, he's not in the
race for the elusice bambboo muncher, then as a hypo is jabbed into his
shoulder, he hears a slight hum and then a flying senstion. *black out*

 @}--,--'-------- "Steps" -------,--'---{@
  A moment passes by. A step taken without
  knowing why...      Things to be are...
                 ..Unkown.
 @}--,--'-------   Wing   -------,--'---{@
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