Lucien blinked as he tried to get control of the car again, swerving straight upwards and almost clipping a building, and another car in the process, "FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!" He yelled as he attempted to get control of the vehicle. Almost all of his drunkenness was replaced with adrenaline at this point.

Once he was cruising up the building, he looked over to Taela and said, eyebrows furrowed in concern: "'ave ye gone mad? You can' even string together a propah sentence! I'm chasin' that focker down!"

Lucien, now soberer than before was able to keep pursuing the car in which Yoshiko was currently captive alongside Mark, determined to pin the car between them. Once he caught it, he was going to kill the driver. He ruined a perfectly good evening of drinking.

However, he noticed something, "...Wait, ain't that Arah down there?"

At this point, there was nothing for Kelly to do, save for hanging on for dear life. The Ita-Car began its rapid decent, gunning its engine to max as it barreled at Arah and her companion. In this fateful moment, Mark floored it after their prey, hoping to ram it from under and throw it into a chaotic spin. For Victoria, the massive frame's engines screamed as she pushed it to its limits, hand outstretched as she reached out for the car. Lucien had managed to catch up from earlier and was coming in from above like an eagle, in an attempt to pin the car between his own and Mark's below. It was all coming together, this one fateful triumph!

"Beep-BEEP!"

Lights blinked; the Ita-Car hit the breaks and went into a power slide, quickly followed suite by the three other cars and Victoria's frame. Arah merely put away the small remote control and keychain as the vehicles shot overhead and 'skidded' to a halt. After he landed back in his seat, Kelly just sat there, absolutely stunned for the moment.. "What...what just happened?" he asked, horribly confused.

"The unexpected happened. As planned." a new woman's voice came over the comms with a faint hint of glee. The driver's door of the Sentai Nekoranger Itasha opened up; a woman with ebony rimmed glasses and dark auburn hair done up in a bun stepped out. "I hope that didn't leave you too rattled Camellia? I know Arah's not bothered one bit!"

This woman, in Origin Uniform, smiled at them all. "I suppose you all have quite a few questions?"

Viki was furious. All this fear, all this for this? Was this some stupid test? What the hell did it mean? How is Yoshi? And above all. Why? Viki's mecha was stopped to halt on the spot. She then landed and opened the cocpit. She looked at woman that climbed out of car. Viki then smiled at the woman as she walked to her. "Nein, nein. No questions darling. I only want to tell you one thing." She said as she walked to the woman calmly. When she was at her face changed and her fist flew. Good right hook into woman's jaw was all she wanted to say and said. She made sure to control her strength back. She wanted to hurt the woman, not broke her jaw.

"There I am done," she said afterwards and went to get Yoshi from the car, while muttering something in abwehran. It was abwehrand but anyone could pretty much understand it now.

Though the woman appeared stern yet friendly, it didn't provide any protection whatsoever from Victoria's cold, hard knuckles, or the Abwehran lady's barely contained strength. She was practically knocked off her feet, and landed in an unceremonious heap on the hard cement of the sidewalk. As she slowly, painfully rolled up on her side and rubbed her chin, the woman's hair came apart as her glasses fell from her face in pieces. Despite all the ruckus, Yoshiko was somehow STILL ASLEEP, though had apparently been moved into and then buckled down in the passenger's seat in the back. A single snore escaped her lips.

"Victoria! All of you! Stand down" Kelly started. The man, though feeling enraged himself managed to keep his cool. It was his his job as the leader after all. And this time, it meant he was going to be the bearer of bad news. "I don't know how to break it to you Vic, but she's, uh, below Aerin, but not so far that we shouldn't worry." he explained meekly. "Just...go get Yoshiko, would you?" He quickly moved to her and offered a hand. "I apologize for my subordinate's actions! We've been under pressure for quite some time." He hated kissing the woman's ass, but it had to be done! For Kelly, his life seemed to be a constant struggle of going back and forward between the frying pan and fire.

And this was no exception!

The silver haired woman perked a hidden brow at what just happened. First what looked like the tail end of a multi-car and a mech chase, then someone getting cold cocked in the face. Camellia was slowly feeling she exchanged one insanity for another with this crew.

"Are all leaves like this? Or am I privy to a special occasion?" She asked, still kind of dumbfounded.

"Well maybe you are sorry Kelly, but I am not!" Viki said and opened back doors of the Ita-car to get Yoshiko out. And check on her. "You know this was dangerous Kelly, innocent could get hurt! We could get hurt." She added as she opened back doors and looked at sleeping Yoshi. At least someone was untouched by events.

Viki sighed and straigtened herself up again, leaning on the car. "Well Yoshi is fine. She is sleeping." She said and looked at others. "So what was this scheize all about? I have mecha to return so if we could make it quick?"

If Lucien had blinked any more, his eyes would've been permanently blunked. (If that was even a word) - Rather than rage or hate towards the new found driver, and Viki beating him to the punch, the Scotsman felt that very weird feeling, the one that probably shouldn't be felt in situations like this:

Ambivalence. He was very confused, was this just another 'test'? Another 'trial'? He made a mental note to harbour an immediate distrust to any and all Nekoalkyrja - they seemed to be behind all this. Overt cuteness seemed to equate into Machiavellian villainy in the Scot's mind - save for Yoshiko, of course.

He went to assist Viki, and offered to grab Yoshiko's arms if she needed to be hauled out, "Y'know, this stinks ta high hell with weirdness. This is suppose t' be our fookin' shore leave," He exchanged a glance of mutual trust with Viki, "Any more 'o this 'hind our back madness and I'll go highlander on their arse!"

He then looked to the sleeping Yoshiko, and sighed, "She's the control, and we're the test subjects-like."

Taela hit her head when the car came to a sudden stop, leaving her with an uncomfortable bruise on her forehead that plagued her with pain upon her exit from the car. But upon seeing this revelation - the setup, the identity of their opposing driver, and the fact that the entire thing was just a training maneuver, or a prank, or Ketsurui knows what else, the Nekovalkryja couldn't take it anymore. All of this random stress and frustration, pooling together for a few minutes now, finally surfaced in the girl's mind as one, solitary word.

"Huh?" Taela said before promptly passing out onto the ground.

"Oh Kelly." she started, sighing. "You don't have to kiss my ass, as much as I appreciate the thought. She's not going to get in trouble over that at all, and for good reason." the woman spoke bluntly, causing the dark skinned Nepleslian to bluster a little. The woman went on, cutting him off, as she gingerly rose from the ground. She tossed her now loose hair back over her shoulders and out of her eyes, revealing her unmarred face. "It'd take a lot more than that to actually hurt me I'm quite sad to say." This woman, who had put them through the wringer, dusted off her skirt before looking them over with a sharp eye.

"I'm surprised that none of you have asked any questions, and I apologize for...'appropriating' your leave time, but I can assure you all that nobody was hurt in the way you would all expec-" Her words were completely cut off as Taela collapsed.

"Oh my!" the woman exclaimed in surprise.

Mark paced slowly up to the woman. He'd kept to himself while everyone else made their feelings clear. In a way, he was glad to be wearing something other than his uniform, as he wasn't very proud of the company at the moment. Still, he thought to himself with a sigh, this isn't the only time stuff like this has happened.

Mark gave Kelly a couple of quick pats on the back as he walked past, sort of a 'thanks for the effort' kind of motion. And then, as he finally reached the woman, he let into his curiosity and stretched out a single hand. Thick, calloused fingers ran softly down the part of the woman's face where Viki's blow had landed. Just as casually as he had extended them, Mark's fingers retreated. A small noise of wonder escaped from his throat as he turned to prop the fallen Taela up against a car, a far more dignified and comfortable position for the neko. Then, he finally broke his own silence.

"I see that you're unscathed. You face is as smooth as your getaway was." He said, producing his datapad for note-taking, "But you said you'd supposed we had a few questions, so I'll get started now. What was the purpose of this violent and dangerous excersise? How did you hope to ensure that no bystanders were hurt, especially after disabling our white-knight of an AI? Does Aerin Tast know of this proceedure, and if so does she approve of it? Is this company policy or corporate conspiracy? Please answer the questions to the best of your abilities, ma'am."

The questions came one after another, and the expression on Mark's face was fixed. It was unclear, even to him, whether he was trying to find out what happened of just stuck being a journalist.