TREASURE HUNTER: Chapter 1
A RANMA 1/2 FAN-FIC
BY:GREG HOUSLEY

(Disclaimer)- Ranma 1/2 with all of it's characters and situations belong to Ms. Rumiko 
Takahashi. I take no claim over the rights to her work and have written this fic purely in 
fun.  

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	Kasumi entered the den with her usual bright countenance carrying a small stack of 
papers. She glanced about the room at the several oblivious members, engaged in their own 
individual activities. Nabiki and Akane were busy staring blankly at the TV watching their 
daily soap opera while Soun and Genma were busy arguing over where the missing shogi pieces 
were disappearing off to. Ranma had engaged himself in a small work out just outside the 
door. Kasumi glanced back down at the papers she had in her hand and looked back up. 
"Nabiki." She addressed

	Nabiki glanced back at her older sister. "What's up sis?"

	"You have some mail, isn't that nice?" Kasumi continued. "Ranma?" She called. Ranma 
paused from punching at a rope wrapped post and looked up through the door. "You have some 
mail too."

	"Really? From who?" Ranma asked as he grabbed for a towel and proceeded to enter 
through the open door.

	Kasumi looked down at the envelope. Nabiki grabbed for hers and looked it over.

	"IRA" Kasumi answered as Ranma reached for his.

	"Hey so's mine!" Nabiki looked up from her envelope quizzically. "Doesn't that stand 
for Irish Republican army?" She asked no one particular. 

	"Yeah I think so." Akane answered taking an interest in what was going on.

	"Irish repub what?" Ranma asked looking somewhat confused.

	"Irish republican army." Akane repeated.

	Before the conversation elevated into what possibilities the Irish republican army 
would write them for, if in fact it was the Irish republican army, and why it was Ranma and 
her were the only ones they addressed, Nabiki slipped open the envelope. She pulled out the 
folded piece of paper and began to diligently read. "International Recruiting Agency..." She 
said in confusion and continued reading in silence.  Ranma had already pulled his letter 
free of its envelope and was reading as well. 

	Nabiki finally came to the conclusion of her note and looked up at Ranma waiting for 
him to finish as well. When finally Ranma had looked up from his letter, Nabiki noticed her 
confusion mirrored in his eyes and realized his letter read the same.

	"Well?" Akane asked in anticipation.

	"What is it boy?" Genma asked now taking interest in the conversation. Soun was 
looking quizzically at the two as well.

	"It say's that my qualifications are identical to what they're looking for based on 
a series of school taken test." Ranma answered simply.

	"So's mine." Nabiki agreed.

	"What does that mean?" Akane asked sharing the rest of the family's blank look.

	"Well let's see..." Nabiki said glancing back at the note. "It states that a series 
of test were taken about six weeks back. Hmmmm..."

	"Hey I remember that!" Akane spoke up. "Something about testing our interest and 
aptitude."

	"Oh yeah now I remember." Nabiki acknowledged.

	"I don't." Ranma said with disinterest. He cast the note down on the table and began 
to head back out the door.

	"Hey, now wait a minute." Nabiki called after. "Your not even going to find out what 
this is about?" Nabiki asked somewhat tauntingly.

	"Why should I?" Ranma answered back.

	"It says there's a lot of money involved." She smirked, knowing the trap she had 
just set and sprung.

	"Money!!!" Genma's head popped up at his favorite word (aside from food). "Well what 
are you waiting for, boy!" He shouted as he grabbed Ranma around the shoulder. "Oh I knew 
you'd do your old man proud one day." He brought Ranma up in a gigantic bear hug; tears 
began rolling down his cheeks. "To think I ever doubted you."

	"Pop! AIR!!!" Ranma choked out from underneath Genma's iron hold. 

	Genma looked down at his son's paling face and let go. "Sorry there boy, don't want 
to suffocate the money maker of the family." He let out a hearty chuckle and pat Ranma on 
the back.

	"Gee thanks, pop." Ranma thanked sarcastically.

	"What is it their looking for?" Akane asked diverting her attention back to Nabiki.

	"It doesn't say." Nabiki answered. "However it does mention, travel, paid expenses, 
training, fame and fortune." She said almost sounding interested.

	"So what." Ranma spoke up. "It's probably some stupid gimmick anyway.

	Nabiki let a sigh and laid the letter down. The rest of the family continued to 
stare in open anticipation.

	"Well?" Akane asked not wasting anymore time.

	Nabiki looked over at Ranma and realized his gaze was directed back at her. "I 
suppose I'll go to the place mentioned in the letter tomorrow morning. Ranma, are you 
coming?"


	"What are you talking about of course he's going!" Genma interrupted. "You are going 
aren't you boy?!" Genma's face pleaded.

	"N-... I-... Arrr." He growled in frustration. "Yeah sure, whatever." He finally 
caved.

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	Ranma lay in the dark next to Genma panda, unable to get to sleep. Whenever he 
curled up in a ball his boxers would ride. Whenever he stretched out they'd start to creep 
off. When he turned on his side his shirt would begin to slide up. When he turned on his 
stomach he had trouble breathing, and the one thought that seemed to plague him was what was 
that letter all about. He had tried to busy himself for the better part of the day. Not 
wanting to think about the letter anymore. He had seemed uninterested in front everybody, 
sure. But the truth was he was dying to know more. He hardly ever got mail to begin with and 
certainly not mail that stated that he had been selected for anything. In fact the only mail 
he ever seemed to get read something along the lines of "prepare to die Saotome." or "Meet 
me at a designated time and oh by the way prepare to die Saotome." or even "If you want to 
see Akane alive meet me at a designated place at a designated time. PS Prepare to die 
Saotome." Never anything that read you have been selected. He rolled over onto his back and 
was forced to pull his boxers back up. Then was forced to pull them back down because he had 
pulled them too far up. Frustration was starting to settle in and Ranma was beginning to 
grow hot. He tossed the covers off and lay there momentarily trying to decide if that was 
enough. Deciding it wasn't he also removed his shirt. 

	He finally grew still. It wasn't just what he and Nabiki had read to the family that 
bugged him. It was what they hadn't...

	He felt his boxers begin to ride once more and proceeded to struggle with relocating 
them in a more comfortable spot. Finding this a more difficult task than he felt it should 
be Ranma finally gave up and just decided to get some air.

	He silently stood himself up making a semi-effort not to wake the panda, and slipped 
out into the hallway. The house as expected was dark and absent of activity. He walked his 
way over to the stairway and descended down into the den, there he approached the back door 
and slid it open. A shadowy figure sitting on the edge of the porch caught his eye and he 
realized that it was staring back at him. 

	"Ranma?" He heard a familiar feminine voice ask, and he proceeded to take a seat 
next to her.

	"Yeah it's me." He confirmed.

	"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Nabiki asked in a small whisper.

	"Yeah." Was all that Ranma said.

	"Where's your shirt?" 

	"I got hot." He looked up at her gaze and misread it. "Why you want me to jump in 
the pond for you? Need some new photos?

	"No." Nabiki answered unconcerned. She let her chin rest on her knees as she pulled 
them in. "What do you make of the letter?" She finally asked.

	"You're asking me?" Ranma asked surprised.

	"Don't let it go to your head Saotome, I'm just curious is all." She responded without looking up.

	"I'm not sure." Ranma replied. "I wonder why it's classified. Why we're not supposed 
to tell anyone what we're doing."

	"Who knows." Nabiki answered. "It was specific enough to instruct us in what could 
be told, and what couldn't be wasn't it?"

	"Yeah but I don't see why the fact that it's dangerous is such a problem." Ranma 
stated.

	"Because whatever it is might be illegal." Nabiki Hypothesized. "After all they were 
cautious enough not to say what the job really is."

	"I suppose." Ranma sighed. 

	"Did you burn your letter like it said?" Nabiki asked looking back up at him.

	"Yeah... I almost didn't though. None of this makes sense." Nabiki simply nodded.

	"Ranma lets just get some sleep. We'll have our answers in the morning." Nabiki then 
got up and headed inside through the back door. Ranma watched after and then proceeded to do 
the same.

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	The next morning to Ranma's distaste came early. He was greeted by the usual faces 
around the house and groggily marched himself into the washroom. He dropped his boxers to 
the floor and began to run the water.

	"Ranma?" He heard through the door. It was Nabiki.

	"If you don't get your butt in gear we're gonna be late."
	
	Ranma shut the water off. "Yeah yeah, be out in a minute." He said uncaringly. He 
jumped into the tub and immediately jumped out. "It's freezing!"

	Ranma-chan threw on her boxers and proceeded to storm downstairs and into the den. 
"All right what's happened to the hot water?" She demanded 

	Kasumi walked in from the kitchen and took notice of Ranma's bare chest. "Oh my, 
Ranma. All the hot water must've been used up when Mr. Saotome took his bath. Ranma's eyes 
narrowed as she turned her attention on Genma. "I'll warm you some water." Kasumi offered 
disappearing back into the kitchen.

	"No time Kasumi." Nabiki called after as she came down the stairs. She noticed 
Ranma's battle aura switch on and caught her by the arm. "Ranma stop wasting time and get 
some clothes on." Ranma's aura dropped and she spun around to meet Nabiki face to face. 
Something there seemed to register in Ranma's eyes and she proceeded to do as told.

	Nabiki simply let a grin as she watched the red headed martial artist scurry up the 
stairs.

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	Ranma-chan as usual was walking along the fence top with careless ease, while Nabiki 
walked silently next to her on the ground. They had been walking for a good ten minutes, 
each with her own thoughts. Ranma had finally dressed and was now wearing her green jusenkyo 
suit while Nabiki was wearing a nice striped shirt tucked into a pair of tight jeans. Ranma 
looked down at Nabiki and wondered inwardly what she was thinking about. Nabiki caught the 
look and smiled. "What is it Saotome?" 

	Ranma was caught off guard and quickly tried to make something up. "I uh. ummm. Well 
I didn't see Akane this morning." She finally said. 'Smooth Ranma, smooth...' She thought.

	"We talked last night." Nabiki began. "She's upset that I said she couldn't go."

	Ranma looked down at her surprised. "Oh?"

	"Yeah well, she wanted to see where it was we were going and asked if she could tag 
along. I said it was none her business and she got upset."

	"No doubt." Ranma replied. 'Which means she might be following us.' Ranma concluded 
to herself. "Yeah that stupid tomboy! Always trying stick her nose where it doesn't belong."

	Nabiki looked up at Ranma-chan with a question written on her face. "Hey what can I 
say? Akane doesn't know when to keep out of other peoples business. Hell she's always tryin 
to follow me around. 's like she's obsessed or somethin. I mean geez she's as clueless as an 
ox and built like..." Ranma just barely managed to sidestep a large mallet as she felt it 
brush past her and into the fence.

	"OBSESSED AM I?" Akane shouted.

	"Akane! Fancy meeting you here, of all places!" Ranma-chan gloated tauntingly.

	'Wow.' Nabiki thought dully impressed. 'Ranma actually did something smart!'

	Akane immediately recovered and realized her error. She looked over at Nabiki's 
stone gaze and felt a chill in her spine. "Nabiki hey! Imagine me running into you two like 
this, I was just jogging and..."

	"Save it Akane." Nabiki said flatly. "I told you not to follow us."

	"I know but... Fine whatever. See if I care." She looked back over at the 
triumphantly grinning redhead. "Baka!" She spat and proceeded to bury her mallet in her 
original destination. She then spun around with a "HMPH!" and stormed off in the opposite 
direction.

	Nabiki looked over at Ranma-chan and felt a smile creep on her lips. 'That's my 
little sister for you.' "Ranma you okay?" 

	Ranma seemed to pull herself out of the crippled like position and looked over at 
Nabiki. "Fine."

	"Come on we're half way there."

	Ranma jumped down from the fence and next to Nabiki. From there they both continued 
their trip to the IRA building.

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	They came to a stop outside the indicated building and paused. "Meme's dry 
cleaning?" Nabiki asked, puzzled. "Are you sure this is where were supposed to go?"

	"This is the address they gave." Ranma-chan answered equally confused.

	"Well let's try it and see." Nabiki finally decided. They pushed the double glass 
doors open and walked in. 

	"I can't believe their making me work." They heard someone mumble as they entered 
the shop. 

	Nabiki approached the front desk where a young woman with white hair stood. "Excuse 
me." She said politely.

	"Yeah what do ya want." The woman grumbled.

	"I think we are supposed to meet someone here." She continued.

	"Yeah well if your not sure come back when you are." The woman grumbled again 
obviously annoyed. 

	Nabiki's eyes narrowed though the woman didn't notice. "I'm Nabiki Tendo, and this 
is Ranma Saotome." Nabiki introduced. The woman looked the two over disinterestedly 

	"Yeah so?" 

	"Is there anyone else here?" Nabiki asked growing somewhat annoyed herself.

	"Maybe." The woman answered flatly and turned to do something behind the counter.

	"Excuse me?" Nabiki asked again. 

	"Now what?" the woman asked as she whirled around. "We were both sent a letter 
instructing us to meet someone here."

	"Look I'm busy right now." The woman growled. "Why don't you buy a coke or something 
from the machine and I'll get back to you." Nabiki let a small growl slide from her throat 
and turned to Ranma. "We're never going to get anything out of her, Ranma let's go!" 

	"Wait, Nabiki." Ranma stopped her. "A coke doesn't sound bad."

	Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Ranma do you have any money?"

	"Well no." Ranma-chan let her eyes drop.

	"And you want ME to buy YOU a coke?"  She asked accusingly.

	"Well I was kinda hoping." Ranma almost whispered.

	"Ranma you know better than to try the cute act with me." Nabiki scolded. Ranma 
didn't look back up. Nabiki was growing even more frustrated by the moment. "Fine, here, but 
you owe me dinner or a back rub or something." Ranma-chan not hearing the condition swiped 
the money from Nabiki's hand eagerly.

	"Thanks Nabiki!" She ran over to the large red vendor and entered in the correct 
amount of money. She looked down at the selection and decided on a coke, which she then 
proceeded to punch the correct button. Ranma squatted down to the part of the machine where 
you get your drink and waited... Nothing happened... "Hey!" She yelled. Finally she heard a 
clicking noise and the face of the machine slung open nearly knocking her off her feet.

	Nabiki and Ranma were both forced to stare as a passage from within the machine was 
found. Nabiki looked over at the woman and found her busy at the daily grind, oblivious to 
what was transpiring. 

	"Nabiki?" Ranma-chan whispered.

	"What?" Nabiki whispered back.

	"You suppose we follow this passage?" Ranma questioned further.

	"Why not." Was Nabiki's response.

	They entered in through the open machine and pulled the door shut behind them.

	Inside was a dimly lit descending stairwell that curved to the right at its end. 
They slowly began their descent, carefully taking stock of their surroundings. Which wasn't 
much. The staircase spiraled down several more times to the right before finally coming to 
an end outside what looked like an office door with an opaque glass window.

	After giving a glance back at Ranma, Nabiki knocked on the door. 

	"What's the password?" Was the response they got in a thick British accent.

	"We weren't given one." She answered.

	"Oh really? What's your name?"

	"I'm Nabiki Tendo." 

	"And I'm Ranma Saotome."

	"Oh I see..." There was a long pause at the other side of the door. "You sure you 
weren't given a password?" The voice asked.

	"No I'm pretty sure if I'd been given one I'd have seen it." Nabiki answered.

	"Yes, ah... I suppose so..." The voice agreed. "Well then why are you here?"

	"We don't know. We were hoping you could tell us." Nabiki said somewhat irritated.

	"Hmmmm. Yes.... Well, what's your favorite color?" 

	Nabiki arched an eyebrow. This was becoming pointless. "Blue." She answered.

	"Aha!" The voice stated triumphantly. "You cannot be the real Nabiki Tendo because 
we have her test and she answered Green."

	Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Maybe I was lying." She offered.

	"Uh... No that can't be. She also stated that she does not lie." Nabiki heard Ranma 
snicker.

	"Yes but if I did lie, wouldn't it stand to reason I might lie about that also? And 
perhaps I also lied about my favorite color." She smirked.

	"When?" The voice asked simply.

	"Both times." She answered. "But then maybe I'm lying now? Of course you also didn't 
take into account that I might have simply changed my mind since I took that stupid test." 

	"Yes...I suppose so." The voice seemed to sound defeated. There was an audible sound 
of footsteps approaching the door and then the lock slipped. The door opened to reveal a 
middle-aged man wearing a black suit.

	"Nabiki Tendo?" He asked. 

	"Yes." She answered. 

	"I'm Sean Oliver. Come in." Nabiki entered in through the door and the man walked 
behind a large cherry oak desk and seated himself. "Ranma Saotome?" He questioned, directing 
his gaze at Ranma.

	"Hai!" Ranma answered cheerfully. They took notice of two other gentlemen similarly 
dressed seated on either side of the room. 

	"Have a seat." Ranma began to oblige but then took notice of Nabiki's lack of 
movement and continued to stand.

	"What exactly is this about sir?" Nabiki asked to the point.

	"A job." He answered. Nabiki's eyes narrowed. "A job that you two seemed best 
qualified for, assuming you didn't lie about everything else." He elaborated.

	"We've been told as much from your letter, what is the job."

	The man let a chuckle. "Yes you are exactly as your test indicated." Nabiki blinked 
at this. "We are a small self employed group of treasure hunters, if you will. But as you 
can see, myself being the youngest, we are starting to become unfit for the task. You see we 
have just recently obtained... well... I'm jumping ahead of myself. The point is we need a 
new generation of youth to continue where it was we left off."

	"So you issued that test to all the schools across Japan in search for a couple of 
heirs to your business?" Nabiki asked surprised. She finally took a seat and Ranma followed

	"More like a couple of lackey's" Ranma added.

	"Oh no." The man started chuckling. " That test is funded by small groups like 
ourselves, but certainly not issued by us, and not just in Japan, either. The entire world. 
It's a little thing started by private organizations like us to seek out new additions and 
possible candidates. The international police use it. The American CIA, FBI, and NSA use it. 
Other elite government agencies around the world use it. A couple based in Japan, and 
independent agencies such as us. Pay the fee, receive the results. That's basically all 
there is to it. Oh and no not lackey's as you put it young lady." He responded finally 
looking over at Ranma. "We haven't much need for money anymore." He continued indicating the 
other two gentlemen. We only require a small share of your profit. This helps pay for your 
training, your airfare, the location of various treasures, and other expenses, such as food, 
lodging, guides, and travel gear. All we're really looking for is someone to continue our 
work." He then looked over at Ranma and seemed to consider something. "Young lady I was 
under the impression that you were a young man."

	"I am most of the..." Ranma began but Nabiki elbowed her in the ribs.

	"I beg your pardon?" He asked even more confused.

	"Long story." Ranma stated simply.	

	"Uh, she likes to think of herself as a guy sometimes. Her father raised her that 
way." Nabiki quickly recovered not willing to trust the three gentlemen yet.

	"Nabiki, I..." Ranma-chan started to protest, but she caught a warning look from 
Nabiki and ceased.

	"She's a little modest too I'm afraid." Nabiki assured. She was forced to bite her 
lip at that lie.

	"Uh....yes... Well can we depend on you two? Realize that this cannot be discussed 
with anyone other than yourselves not even family. We cannot afford to be discovered.

	"First I've got some questions!" Nabiki replied, taking control of the conversation

	"Yes of course!" The man spoke cheerfully.

	"Okay, what was it on our test that suggested to you that Ranma and I would be most 
fit out of everyone else for your job?" 

	The man seemed to purse his lips in thought. "Well, several things really. You see 
we're only given a handful of candidates by the organization that handles the test. We 
submit what attributes we're looking for, an age group, and a general location we're most 
interested in receiving candidates from and then submit our money. Your test results were 
accompanied by eight others. Three from Great Britain, one from America, four from china, 
and yourselves."

	"And what made you choose us out of the ten candidates you received?" Nabiki 
continued.

	"Well out of all our candidates you two seemed most liable to compliment each other 
in skill. The fact that you both already knew and lived with each other made it a quick 
decision."

	Nabiki looked at the other two gentlemen in the room and then back to the man behind 
the desk.

	"What specifically was it about our test that indicated us as candidates?" Nabiki 
pressed on.

	"Well, you specifically expressed an interest in large wealth and something that 
would get you out of the chaos at home."

	"So how does that differ from anybody else?"

	"Well specifically the way that you wrote this information for instance. But more 
than that your ability for puzzle solving was rated most high in the exam. Not to mention 
compromisable morality was also indicated."

	"Why would that be a necessity?" Nabiki asked cautiously.

	"Not really... A necessity..." The man seemed to think his words carefully. "More 
like a...Plus." He finally finished.

	"I see." Nabiki replied not really certain if she did. "What else suggested me?"

	"Well you seem to have a real nac for bargaining and manipulation, this was 
indicated in the same section as morality. In-fact most of the answers in this part of the 
test connect some sort of profit or control in your favor. Now with this job that will not 
be necessary. You will be forced to keep a low profile at all times. And as far as money, 
rest assured you'll have plenty." He smiled.

	"Why is that anyway?" Nabiki asked changing the subject. "Why all the secrecy?"

	"Well, that might prove difficult to explain to your satisfaction." He hesitated. 
"You see, we," He indicated the other two men again. "Have over time accumulated alot of 
enemies. And it might suffice to say that the treasures we know of are, well, of the most 
rare and valuable sort. Which makes these enemies most interested in us." 

	"Competitors?" Nabiki asked wryly.

	"Some..." The man answered. "Some are of a darker sort."

	"Like what?" Nabiki asked genuinely interested.

	"That is something you must discover for yourself."

	"Hey didn't you play that James Bond guy several years back?" Ranma finally made 
herself known again. Nabiki rolled her eyes.

	"That was Connery!" The man said somewhat testily.

	"No it was Bond!" Ranma-chan argued.

	"No I mean the man who played him was Sean Connery not me, Sean Oliver."

	"Oh!" Ranma stated defeatedly.

	Nabiki looked back over to the man. "Mr. Oliver, might I ask how it was Ranma was 
selected?"

	"Of Course." The man obliged. "Her answers seemed to leave room for imagination, was 
one reason. She seems adept to expecting the unexpected and living and surviving under 
extreme conditions. Also her athletic records seem to hold her as one of the best!" Those 
are all qualities that are required Ms. Tendo, and with you two working together it makes 
the perfect team. You see as a trio, each of us had something to add to the group. This is 
also true with you two that is why you two will work out perfectly. What one lacks, it seems 
the other does not."

	"You think you could elaborate on Ranma's qualifications?" Ranma looked over at 
Nabiki with a wry look. 

	'Geez you'd think she didn't want to work with me!' Ranma thought to herself.

	"Yes, well one I particularly liked was this." He reached in his drawer and pulled 
forth a small booklet. "You are at your wedding just before walking the isle and stating 
your vows. An obsessed x-lover unable to part with you forces you to the ground and begins 
to forcibly and repetitively kiss you. Your fiance happens to walk in at that time. What do 
you do? Ms. Saotome writes, Well given my past performance I'd probably babble 
uncontrollably until the Baka takes the initiative to whap the hell out of me with a large 
mallet. Then hopefully seep into unconsciousness or even death, because the wedding was 
arranged anyway! I swear I'm gonna kill my pop! This is all his fault. And there's the 
undeniable fact that some deity must have it out for me which is clearly evident by the fact 
that my only known friends wish to marry me or kill me." The man looked back up at Nabiki. 
"You see that's imagination!" Nabiki mumbled something incoherent.

	"What really does that have to do with the job?" Nabiki asked skeptically.

	"Nothing really, just struck me as humorous." The other two men agreed.

	Nabiki sighed. "Look, sir, What happens if we agree?"

	"You'll be given one week to wrap up any of your obligations and then report back 
here. From there we'll take a jet to our first location and begin your training. You'll be 
given weekly salaries until you can start supporting yourself. And we will take care of all 
other expenses.

	"Weekly salaries?" Nabiki asked. 

	"Yes five thousand US Dollars." The man answered seriously. "Which I believe 
converts to roughly five hundred and twelve thousand of your Japanese yen. And three 
thousand one hundred of our United Kingdom pounds." 

	Nabiki stared in utter shock. "Five hundred and twelve thousand yen a week?"

	"Yes that's right! But don't worry that's just icing on the cake compared to the 
treasures you'll be hunting." 

	"Icing on the cake?!" Both girls mouthed this silently.

	"The man chuckled. "Can I expect your answer tomorrow?"

	"Y-yes sir." Nabiki stuttered. She was used to having complete control of a 
situation but was finding it difficult with the direction the conversation had taken.

	Ranma-chan was ghostly quiet as well.

	"I'm sorry but we can't allow you more time. But tomorrow is final. Be here eight o' 
clock in the morning, sharp, with your answer. Good day." 

	"Come on Ranma." Nabiki slowly stood up and grabbed the redhead by her arm and 
pulled her to her feet. "Let's go!"

	They exited the office shutting the door behind them.

	'Man that was strange.' Ranma thought silently, and followed Nabiki up the spiral 
staircase and back into the dry cleaners.

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End chapter one.


Thanks to everyone that read! 
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	-Greg