Now there are several new people in the wine cellar. Fred peers between
many bottles of a red merlot that would be drunk a hundred years from now
to celebrate the country's first lesbian wedding. But for now, Fred sees several black clothed men smacking around a middle-aged, out of shape, bearded man dressed in formal wear. "Where the sentient crystal ball?" one growls. The older man defiantly spits out some blood. "You'll never find it!" he hisses. "I've hidden it well! What do you want with it anyways, the sentient simply wants to live out his new life in peace." "Never you mind!" said another man. "The Dragon wants it! That is all you need to know!" And that was all Fred needed to know. He leapt out from hiding. One Folded Crane punch and the closest black-clad man was flying across the room. And before he handed, a red-haired, blond-streaked woman in blue and white had appeared. She lashed out and the flying man was struck to the ground. The sound of his neck bones shattering was clearly evident to all. "Joanna!" yelled the old man. "Get out..." he coughed more blood and continued.
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