OOC: Well time to save santa again but this time Shrapnel will be taking up the santa saving duties.

INC: Shrapnel was having a good time. No responsibilties at all while she was waiting to see if she was off to study for a Bachelor of Arts at the local university. Her time at High School had ended a few short weeks ago and life had been one long DDR session ever since. She made a show of going to look for part time work for her parents but if she didn't find anything it didn't matter. Even in terms of buying christmas presents, well she would just have to sacrafice the jar of five cent pieces she had at home. There had to be at least seventy-eight dollars and sixty five cents in what she called the ammo cache.

She was relaxing after yet another day trying in vain to achieve a high score on the DDR machine when her home phone rang.

"Hey Shrapnel," her mentor said from the other end of the line. "Turn on your television."

"Why?" she asked.

"Just do it and don't question your elders," he said.

Grumbling Shrapnel did as she was told. As she flicked through the various channels the all had the smae story. The Easter Bunny was going after Santa. She coudln't believe it but on the channel with Ray Robson there he was a Six foot tall rabbit with a basket of chocolate eggs.

"So is Santa real to?" she asked Fireball who was still on the other end of the line.

"Yeah I meet him last year," he said. "Suprisingly this kind of thing is quite a common accurance."

"So I can't fly after the helicopter so it looks like something you have to take," she said.

"Nope, sorry have to work,' he told her.

Thats right he had just recently started a new job. Shrapnel groaned she had already put away her winter clothing too, but how would she get to the north pole. Fireball had the anwser.

"Listen Robson needs to refuel the helicopter at the town airport," he said.

"I understand," Shrapnel said and immediately hung up the phone. Grabbing the keys to her parents car she hurried wrote a note telling them that she was off to save santa. She cringed at how cliched it souned but at least with the live television coverage they would believe her.

Ten minutes later she was at the airport looking at the Helicopter touch down, she could see her own local media had found out the easter bunny would be here as well. Quietly she head for the control tower that was directly north of the tower. Her hunch was right and as the chopper lifted off after refueling it made a beeling straight in a northwards direction. It was a simple thing to leap the few meters from the control tower roof to the helicopter's skids. She held tightly as the aircraft gained altitude. realising that her arms and legs woul eventaully tire shrapnel came up with a plan. She removed on hand from the skid and undid her belt. it took a while but she eventaully closed the belt around the skid. Slowly she removed her other hand. The blet seemed to be holding her weight to the helicopter quite well. She eventaully plucked up the courage to free the vice like grip her legs where exerting on the skid. Now she could relax until the aircraft landed again.

About twenty minutes into her flight Shrapnel saw a familair face staring out the window. So many months ago she had fought with then made up with Sarah the poet. It was before that mysterious e-mail that sent her to fight many people, much of that was still a blur, especially near the end. She got her mind back on track. Surely Sarah wasn't trying to destroy Santa, was she? The helicopter continued its northwards journey.