The Mexi Avenger, one of its arms disabled and wires hanging all over its body, hobbled itself into the loading dock and lowered into the hangar bay where all the 猟師-- oops, the Ryoshi-- laid dormant.

Kyoko never got tired of looking out the viewport and seeing all those massive mecha sitting there, ready for use. And she better not have because these robots were a cool fifty billion each.

That was US Dollars, not Yen or Pesos.

Besides the bulky gargantuan Mexi Avengers, Madoka and Kyoko’s personal bot, the Magical Girl Squad had several others ready to fight.

There was the blue-tinted Octavia Supreme piloted mostly by Crispina and Sayaka; its core was forged in the heart of a furnace deep within Mexico’s biggest rave club. Because of that, it’s powered by the transcendent and also very-hard-to-convey-on-the-written-page element of music.

there was also the Dynamo Gunbuster, a sunglasses-wearing warrior and rocking tribute to the era where anime still didn’t suck yet, piloted typically by Nagisa Momoe and her husband El Guante the reformed villain. It was lightweight, zippy, and even had a friggin’ cape to aid in its many aerial attacks.

Besides them there were two spares, the Shining Beacon and Stark Reality, usually used by trainees (none of whom ever stuck around long enough to become main characters anyway) or when one of the main Ryoshi were disabled. So it looked like the Stark Reality had a very fitting name right now, because the Mexi Avengers was about deceased, currently.

It was a beautiful sight though, all these mecha. These were what kept the entire Caribbean Sea (and the surrounding area, basically the entire Gulf of Mexico too) safe from harm. They were absurdly expensive and yet the only reasonable choice the Magical Girls Squad could have made in these troubling times.

“Good to be back,” Kyoko said to her wife, currently piloting the mecha in the cockpit beside her.

“Oh, for sure,” Madoka said.

Sayaka and Crispina were sitting in the passenger hold area, which was basically a couple chairs set up in the back duct taped to the ground. Sayaka was passed out and snoring like a baby.

They reached the boarding area.

There standing at the cockpit exit bridge waiting for the Mexi Avenger’s four passengers to disembark (deplane? demech?) were the two driving forces behind the creation and maintainment of the Ryoshi Program-- Marshall Stacker Pentecost of the United Planetary Defense League, at all times wearing his officer’s uniform adorned with medals, and Nagisa Momoe, Chief Operating Officer of the Magical Girl Squad and wearing a sensible pantsuit. While Madoka WAS the Sheriff of the Caribbeam Sea and defender of justice, these were the two responsible for making sure she was able to pull it off.

Today they were not happy.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Pentecost belted in his thick British accent. “You almost got the whole team killed!”

“We saved a city and destroyed a Furry Lieutenant!” Madoka yelled back.

“A Lieutenant? What, do you think you deserve a bloody commendation medal now or something?”

“Yeah, maybe I do, huh?”

Madoka and Pentecost stared each other down. This was a very typical exchange between these two, erm, strong personalities.

Kyoko still got out the popcorn though.

Nagisa stepped in between the two. Being a Japanese woman living in Mexico, she towered above most of her companions at 6’3, but Pentecost still stood a bit taller. And of course they were both nearly a foot-and-a-half taller than Madoka herself whose growth appeared to have stopped by age twelve at best.

“You two don’t have to fight,” Nagisa said. “We can make a logical, rational analysis of the entire skirmish--”

“By looking at what you girls did to my dear Mexi,” Pentecost interrupted.

“It’ll be fine,” Madoka said.

“In two months, maybe, What if the Furry Liberation Army attacks Mexico City again? What are we going to do then?”

That was not a likely option. While the FLA started out in a strong blitz in the beginning of their attacks, their forces were defeated in any and all open combat situations. Since then they have been focused on insurgency, taking over cities and trying to convert their populaces to the Furry Way, even if by brutal force.

But they had been growing stronger as a result. If they were ever to attack... it would be intense.

“We will deal with that situation accordingly,” said Nagisa, with more than a hint of perturbedness in her voice. Girl ain’t like getting interrupted, y’hear? “For now, Marshall, these four just saved a city and deserve some rest before they get grilled at the next debriefing.”

“Fine.”

“And Sheriff Kaname, you had better prepare for the grilling of a lifetime tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am...”

Nagisa started out as something like Madoka’s assistant. Now she was more like the school principal. Who’d have ever thought cute little Nagisa would grow up to be the ruthless corporate type? At least her hair was still ong and pretty, Kyoko thought.

Sayaka, who was still dazed from being asleep and also all those drinks back at that bar from before, leaned over to Kyoko and whispered, “Am I ever going to get to say anything this chapter?”

“Not if you don’t have anything useful to exposit to the audience,” Kyoko replied.

“Uh,” Sayaka turned to the camera. “I have a son named Asumaru. I’m raising him all by myself since Asuka bit the dust. He’s like, nine I think.”

“Thanks, Sayaka.”

Okay, might as well end the chapter here. No point in dragging this out any longer, right?

“No wait!” Kyoko yelled. “We didn’t get to go over Madoka’s--”