Hey Minna-chan! Well.. I keep my promises, here's the next part. I do realize this is a little 
short, but I found the perfect place to leave off. ANWAY, thanks to Y. Usagi, Kari, Carrie, 
MK, Liz and Kellie, as well as everyone else who emailed me to help me keep writing this 
fic. Gotta love all of you! ;-) Also, BIG HUGE thanks and a cyber Mamo-chan to Sakura,
 my beta reader. 

Meredith

Legal Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon, never had. It's Naoko's! Also, some of the telepathic 
terms come from J. Michael Straczynski and J. Gregory Keyes' novels 'Dark Genisis' and
 'Racing Through Dark Places'.  The 'whisper line' idea is mine. 

Personal Disclaimer: If the voices in my head paid rent, I wouldn't be nearly as broke as I am 
now. Nough said. 

Cadre Sister 3/?
By Meredith Bronwen Mallory
mallorys-girl@cinci.rr.com

 <Weıll never make it!> Serenaıs feet hit the floor of the sandy alley, her heart and body racing, 
her blood singing with panic. Like a wild, untamed creature, her odango-ed hair flew about her, 
adding gold to the blur of pink. 
 <Weıve got to!> Lita, her mind speak fearful, flashing green. 
 <I...>fear<canıt...>panic<keep running...>despair<guys...> Amyıs thoughts were a jumbled mess 
of blue, but the girls got the general impression. Behind them, three Negacops were hot on their 
trail, their mind voices shouting at the children to stop, give up, that there was no hope. Still the 
girls evaded their would-be captors, weaving in and out of the crowded streets of Istambul. 
 <Whyıd you have to go and do that, Mina?> Raye asked accusingly, her words red over the 
whisper line.
 <I was hungry> the other girl retorted, referring to the apple sheıd attempted to steal. Her panic 
had leaked from her mind when sheıd been caught, and a nearby Negacop had picked it up. 
 <It doesnıt matter,> Molly put in, <We gotta split up, thereıs six of us and three of them. I canıt 
run any more.>
 <Sheıs right> Raye said determinedly, as they rounded the corner and dashed into the masses 
crowding the market place. 
 <GO NOW!> Lita shouted, splitting off from the main group, her green clothed body quickly 
becoming lost in the crowd. 
 <WAIT!> Serena cried, <What if we get lost?>
 <Doesnıt matter,> Amy managed, <Weıll find each other soon enough. We gotta get them off
 our tails> Then she too was gone, at least physically. Serenaıs eyes widened with fear, but she 
obeyed her friends, branching off from the main group when she reached a side street. 
Belatedly she realized it was a very stupid mistake. The crowd protected her, the more people around 
her, the less likely the Negacops would shoot with their trank guns. 
 <Yikes!> she heard Raye declare over the whisper line. She caught the impression of a trank dart 
whizzing by the dark haired girlıs ear, and fed what little courage she had to her friend. 
 <I... canıt keep this up!> Molly moaned tiredly.
 <Find some place to hide then,> Lita ordered her.
 <Where are you?> Mina wanted to know.
 <Shush!> Serena hissed, <Theyıll hear you!> She herself felt incredibly tired, and knew that the 
tall, frightening woman behind her was gaining ground. Rounding the corner sharply, Serena gave 
a little cry of pain as her shoulder slammed into the sandstone wall of some residential building. The 
Negacop was closing in... <Gotta hide> Pain flaring in her shoulder, Serena found her escape. 
Around the next corner, a dumpster stood, and the blond girl quickly scampered inside. 

 Serena felt the Negacop round the corner, heard the crunch of her hard black boots on the sandy 
ground, felt the air crackle with her thoughtless evil. Pressing herself against the hard metal back of 
the dumpster, she closed her eyes and concentrated.
 <Thereıs nothing here, just an empty alley... empty dumpster...> Pain flared in her shoulder, but 
Serena squeezed her eyes shut more tightly and continued to erect the illusion, <Nothing here... ow, 
that hurts... no, nothing here to hurt, just an empty alley and an empty dumpster, with a mouse, a 
little white mouse. Thatıs what I am, a little white mouse, mice donıt hurt, mice hunt for food. 
Thatıs right, nothing here but an empty alley and little white mouse.> She thought with such 
conviction, and such imagination, that her illusion fooled the Negacop, who quickly back tracked, 
searching for her prey. With a sigh of relief, Serena let her body relax, trying to block out the pain 
as she reached out for her friends to see how they were doing. 
 <Mollyıs not too good, Sere,> Mina informed her worriedly, guilt filtering through the whisper line. 
<Sheıs too tired to even think, but sheıs still running. God, Sere, thereıs not place to hide and itıs 
all my fault!>
 <It coulda happened before...> Serena assured the other girl, <Mollyıll make it> Inwardly, she added, 
Œsheıs got toı, before sending courage and strength Mollyıs way. 

-----

 Darien was lost. He wandered down the deserted back streets of Istanbul, worry crowding in closer 
with each passing moment. <Iım gonna but in SO much trouble...> he thought of poor Kunzite, whoıd 
been flogged the other day for a crime still unknown. He honestly hadnıt meant to get lost, but the streets 
were so crowded, and one minute heıd been right behind Andrew, listening to the Negacop as he gave 
them the grand tour, and the next heıd been totally lost in a sea of strange *normals* that leaked like 
the dickens. He was frightened and scared, but suddenly, those feelings just disappeared as his mind 
brushed against *her*. She was near, Darien could feel it. His pace, once a frightened shuffle, broke into 
a run as he dashed down the alleyway, rounding corners, each time hoping to find her beyond the turn of 
he wall. Each time he was disappointed, but still he drove onward, he *knew* he was getting closer. In the 
middle of the deserted back street, he stopped, his eyes resting on a dumpster. It emanated pain, fear and 
confusion, as dumpsters should not. *She* was inside. 

 Serena felt some one approach, and in her fear, didnıt check to see who it was. It couldnıt be one of the 
girls, they were all still running, or hiding. Belatedly she began to think of herself as a mouse again, but
 she couldnıt fool the approaching psyche. The lid of the dumpster lifted, letting the midday sun in, and 
Serena didnıt even look at her captorıs face, all she saw was the Negacorps pin on the lapel, and she 
began to scream. That is, until a voice entered her mind.
 <Why are you scared of me?> the mind voice sounded hurt, and was painfully familiar. Promptly the 
young girl stopped her wailing and looked up into the deep blue eyes of the boy sheıd been searching for. 
 <Iım sorry... I...> she burst into tears.

 Darien lifted the lid of the dumpster, staring down at the golden rabbit hidden away inside. The girl, *his*
 girl, suddenly began to scream, fear and terror washing over Darien in endless waves as she did so.
 <Why are you scared of me?> heıd asked, hurt. Then , the wailing stopped, and the girl looked up at him. 
Their eyes met and they stared at one another for a very long time. She was like the angels his Aunt had 
been so found of talking about, her golden hair pulled back in twin buns, little silver and gold charms woven
 into the locks, so that they jingled together whenever she moved her head. Her pink dress was patched in 
several places, and a bright red scarf was tied about her waist. On second thought, she looked kind of 
like a gypsy of sorts.
 <Iım sorry...> she said at last, her mind voice jumbled with emotion, <I...> She never finished, she was 
crying, salty tears that trailed down her flushed cheeks endlessly. Without thinking, Darien climbed in 
the dumpster, letting the lid slam behind him as he crawled up to the girl and put his arms somewhat 
awkwardly around her. As she sobbed against him, he sent wave after wave of compassion and sympathy 
towards her. Slowly, the cries subsided, and she rested against him, her breathing ragged. <Iım Serena.> 
she informed him blithely, her regular, happy countenance shinning through. The young boy smiled over 
the plain of golden curls.
 <Iım Darien. Iım so so glad I found you!>
 <Me too!> she looked up at him with a smile, <But I gotta go.>
 <Why?>
 <Those nasty Œcops are after my friends and I> she unknowingly sent him images of the frightening 
woman with her chiseled face, the same one whoıd been chasing her. Darien shuddered, and tightened 
his hold on her.
 <Donıt worry,> he said, <Iıll help you get outa here.> For a moment a small, almost unnoticeable 
temptation formed in his mind. If he let her go, he might never see her again, but if he turned her in... 
sheıd never forgive him, and heıd loose her for sure. Serena raised her head, and for a moment Darien 
feared heıd somehow leaked, but her eyes held nothing but happiness and friendship. 
 <Thank you> they climbed out of the dumpster, Serena projecting an empty alley while Darien searched 
for a way out. By now they both figured all the main exits had been blocked off by Negacops, and even 
the best illusion would never get Serena past *them*. 
 <Found something!> Darien cried in delight. Pushing the dumpster away, he revealed a hole in the wall. 
Someone had obviously thought the big tin box would cover the flaw, but Darien was clever. It took 
their combined strength to fully move the dumpster away, but they achieved it anyway. Through the large 
hole, they could see the market, and beyond that, the gates of the city. 
 <My mom is out there,> Serena informed her friend, nodding her head towards the city gates. Darien 
nodded sadly, not wanting her to leave. This time Serena did pick up on him, and she looked at him with 
shining blue eyes. Her small, soft hand grabbed for his, her fingers threading with the young boyıs digits
 and sending him warmth. In his minds eye, Darien saw her hand him a thin, crystalline thread. It was 
almost like the silk of a spiders web, thin and delicate, and he handled it carefully as he took him from her, 
afraid he would break it. 
 <What is it?> he asked.
 <The start of a whisper line,> he saw she held the other end with her own mind, <When I get to safety, 
weıll build it.> Darien started to ask what a Œwhisper lineı was, but a loud mind voice was suddenly felt 
coming down the adjoining street. <Go, Sere, hurry!> he cried, almost shoving the girl through the hole 
in the wall. Serena was already moving, scurrying out into the crowd and disappearing quickly, like a 
sweet dream. Darien shook his head, fighting back tears as he shoved with all his might to get the 
dumpster back in place. As the crunch of boots on sand was heard in the distance, Darien scampered 
down the alleyway and out of sight, praying he find his cadre before they left.

------

 Serena was home free. In the distance she could see the RV her little family shared with the Mizunos, 
standing like a sanctuary, offering shelter from the confusion all around. She broke into a run, flinging 
the screen door open and parting her lisp to let out a triumphant whoop. The pain coming from the eleven 
figures gathered around the kitchen table stopped her dead in her tracks. One by one, Serena met the eyes
 of each of her beloved family. Aunt and Uncle Aino, Aunt Mizuno, her own mother, Sammy, Uncle Kino,
 Grandpa Hino, Chad, Raye, Mina, Lita, Amy, Aunt Osaka... fear gripped her heart like a steel vice when 
she realized that a pair of warm brown eyes were missing from the assembly. Slowly, like the first raindrops 
of a terrible monsoon, or the very first chords of a funeral dirge, Raye managed in a strangled mind voice;
 <They got Molly.>