SG&The Broker: United We Stand

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Hi, this story is part of a long running series the details of which you can find here in the SG&The Broker section.

SG&The Broker : United We Stand



CHAPTER I

SOMETIME IN THE MID 1980's

"Cooooool ! " exclaimed the boy, ripping open the lid of an old cardboard box. His parents had plucked it out of the garage whilst doing a clear out and had let him check out the contents before deciding if to condemn them to a yard sale.

Inside the box an old cartridge system console waited, it's cables and joysticks carefully coiled, the old games neatly arranged in their original cardboard boxes. The boy reverently lifted the console out and understood quickly how to set it up. Coax cable there, mains adaptor cable there...and so on...easy.

In the garden the girl played, her colourful plastic doll house was open, adorned with modern furnishings, big plastic tv, plastic hot tub, plastic pony waiting in its small plastic fenced paddock outside with awaiting pink drop top sports car alongside. The plastic lady of the residence sat on her sofa, one eye half shut, waiting for the girl to choose her fate. Pony ride....a drive in the car...shopping or cooking....who knew.

Deep in space Kara, the Super Girl finally saw the object which was nothing more than a hint of a glint of a reflection from the sunlight. It was moving quite quickly and if she wasn't mistaken the scientists had been spot on about its course. Impact with earth was certain though this would be no extinction level event, but for a small village or town it could be lethally dangerous. Time to put an end to this rogue celestial traveller.

The boy looked at the awaiting wooden trimmed console, all connected and ready to go. His small portable TV in his room waiting, showing snowy static ready to flick into life. The boy rifled through the collection of games and chose one, drawn to its distinctive gold coloured cardboard box and colourful artwork. He carefully introduced the cartridge to the awaiting slot and turned on the system.

"Cool" he exclaimed again, no load times, no cassettes ... instant fun!

The young girl hitched up a horse box to the pink car and crudely loaded a plastic saddle and bridle into the backseat, this was going to be an outing to the sand pit with show jumping in mind.

Kara locked onto the object and set herself in pursuit, Earth, object and heroine converging rapidly. Kara decided to look deeply into the object, was it merely rock and ice or was something more durable beneath the dull surface. She burrowed through the layers with her vision then winced as a reflection of metallic dust whitened out her view. Dense metals, particularly lead could have this effect and so , with the presence of at least some type of dangerous metal core it was time to destroy the heavenly visitor.

Kara engaged the target with her heat vision, carving out a channel in its surface as it tumbled onwards. The outer layers began to splinter away as she exposed the lower tiers of material and quickly she hit the inner ball of metal, it's metallic sheen visible. Closer and closer the pair approached the earth, the target shrinking in size as Kara shredded off the last weak layers of rock, the dense metal beneath glowing from her attention.

With one last focused effort Kara caused the hardened metal chunk to shatter into several large pieces revealing another weak soft layer inside. The green powdery fog that emanated from the explosion enveloped the heroine for a second as she powered through....

"Oh....." was the only thought that went through her head as she lost consciousness and began to tumble.

The boy frowned, his simple pixel drawn knight had been slain again by yet another dragon. For some reason though he put down his controller, he felt compelled to leap up and run to his bedroom window. Looking out behind the house across the garden he could see his twin sister, blond doll in hand looking towards the nothingness.

Then slowly, little green like sparks began to shower across the clear blue sky..a few at first, then thousands and then as quickly as they came they were gone, the last green reflections vanishing from the boys eyes. The boy seeing his sister lose interest and return to her doll house decided to retire from his window.

The boy reset the game.......time to stop dying....

The girl returned the doll to her house.....time to stop the highlife....

The heroine was tumbling and tumbling.....then there was a gasp of life.

"What....... oh........" Kara murmured. As she tumbled there was darkness, then white... snow or cloud...then darkness....then white.....now dark dark blue....then white.....oh and some patches of dark green....oh and blue....now dark dark blue....

Kara took in the sight of her forearms a moment, her hands were burnt, oh so painfully burnt. Her blue costume had burned back from her sleeves to her elbows, her forearms scorched black. As she tumbled her cloak came into view, the lower half was gone, a frontier of flame marked the edge of what remained.

Kara continued to tumble, down and down she went, the intensely cold air making itself known, her nose red raw, unable to detect the scent of her singed hair. She hadn't seen but most of her hair was gone, her scorched head dull to any sensation of her baldness. She began to focus, did anything work....she concentrated on flight but....nothing.

The boy slew the next dragon and had picked up the magic chalice....to the enchanted cave!

The girl innocently began to wash down the floors of the doll house with the odd blue solution from the shed.....you have to do your chores!

"Ugh......" Kara grunted as she passed through a layer of cloud, her numbed body getting drenched. Her tumbling was slowing, blue and patches of white, now all white, blue with patches of white, now all white....over and over. Soon it would be over .... the scenery was getting bigger and bigger and the snow below began to reveal features. There were ripples and mounds, crevices and ridges, all getting bigger and bigger. Black rocks protruded through the white bed of snow, ominously getting larger and larger....any moment now.

The boys eyes lit up in excitement.

"CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE UNLOCKED ONE OF ONLY TEN SPECIAL ENCHANTED CAVES ... YOU HAVE WON $10,000 !!! CALL 555......"

The girls eyes lit up with curiosity.

Slowly the plastic floors and walls began to droop, almost like they were melting. The blond doll slowly began to twist and buckle then plopped to the floor below as slowly the plastic dissolved.

The household was soon full of the girls wicked laughter and the boys whoop of joy..... "I've won I've won....!"

Kara looked up the inside of the hundred foot deep snow lined tunnel into the sky. She had settled on her back, still and unwilling to move. She was burned, her costume in ruins, the snow beneath her body sizzled in protest at the hot heroines touch. The heroine could feel her strength returning, but her body would need time to heal.

"Wha.....what was that stuff.........." Kara's head flopped back on the snow as her body began to make its pain known.
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CHAPTER II

PRESENT DAY

Lucy nodded, listened, smiled, giggled her eyes ablaze with enthusiasm and interest in the young man in his close fitting black shirt, cuff links glinting as he raised his wine glass to his mouth, pausing before delivering his punchline.

"....and so I said 'if you had thrown in the golf clubs I would have ordered TWO Veyrons!'...." finished the man with a grin. The group assembled around him broke into gentle laughter as Lucy took another well measured nano-sip of wine. She was pacing herself well, lagging far behind the rest of the people around her.

Lucy had mentally marked the man as interesting and useful. He told tales, and logically others would tell there's to him. He might not be a source, but he could be a catalyst that lead to something else.

Lucy reached into her tiny clutch purse and pulled out a shiny holographic business card type thing and passed it over to the young man.

"It's Tim, right..?"

Wide eyed, Tim glanced at the card and read the face, it wasn't a business card as such but a party invite.

ADMITS WUAN

A kind of play of words on her new middle name, Tim acknowledged receipt of the card. On the reverse was the date of the party, and crucially where, Lucy's new apartment.

"Heh...clever...but is that 'you' admit, or 'it' admits? " Tim responded quickly.

"Exactly....see you there...." Lucy winked as she spun away. "And don't lose that, you'll need it to get in!"

In a side street Detective Lisa Kozny shuffled in her car seat to get comfortable again and tapped at her laptop sat across her knees.

"So....Tim eh..." Lisa said, assigning a name to the next bug and tracker embedded in the business card.

Lucy smiled hearing the voice of Lisa in her ear bud as she closed in on the next gaggle of people at the party.

"Hey...Gavin...Trevor......" Lisa heard Lucy say in her earbud.

"If those are the traders at Helman Brothers then Selena wants them if possible...." Lisa said as she prepared to add names to the digitally addressed bugs in her software.

"Hey .... Where have you both been...Helmans brightest....."Lucy said helpfully out loud..... "I was worried you had been synergised...." She said with a giggle...offering out her glass to the others which generated a round of friendly glass clinking.

Trevor and Gavin laughed in unison, nothing could be further from the truth. They were doing great and everything was on the up.

"Us...no.....we were just on some trip to the Asia office......we like to be in the loop" Gavin said, pausing as he switched his spent glass for a fresh one which drifted by on a plate carried by a white shirted caterer.

"Yes, you know how it is at the moment, all that carry trade sloshing around, its a great time to be in FX...." Trevor added just before popping a party snack into his mouth.

Lisa rolled her eyes, "Just give them the cards before I go into a coma.." she joked.

"Wow, currency trading must be difficult, timing when to take, when to give, it must require patience...and skill..." Lucy beamed at the two well dressed men.

Lisa's eyes flashed as she heard Lucy's words, she was confident they were a coded retort for her ears more than for stroking the egos of the besuited traders.

"Oh you'd be surprised, right now with interest rate disparity amongst...." Trevor began matter of factly.

"Jeez, lighten up.... we have this beautiful company around us...in this great setting and you've turned it into a another CNBC interview...." Gavin laughed.

"So...are you hanging around or do you have more trips lined up...." Lucy probed. She didn't care but with only a few cards remaining she wanted to invest them wisely.

"No I'm staying put now for a while.. the event calendar is stacking up so....." Trevor shrugged.

"Yes that's true, the company reporting season, interest rate meetings, and a whole slew of employment stats are coming up, we aren't travelling for a while." Gavin added.

"Well.... to lighten the gloom...." Lucy said , wide eyes shining...."see you at my party?" she said, plucking out the last 2 cards, splayed out and presented to the men to take.

"Oh cool....this is at your new pad...." Trevor asked as he read the text.

"Clever..... Admits Wuan...." Gavin said smiling.

"Yes, my place...it would be nice to have you there...don't miss it..." Lucy blew a kiss and turned away.

"You charmer" teased Lisa as she worked on the laptop adding the last details to the database.

"God get me out of here!" muttered Lucy under breath.

"Coffee and mints first..." Lisa said teasingly.

"Ladies room first...need to pee...." Lucy whispered to herself as she placed her now empty glass on one the trays carried by a white bloused caterer.

Lisa wasn't sure who had the worst job, her or Lucy. Lisa checked the tracking on the fifty or so invite cards were working then closed the laptop, mission almost accomplished.

Lisa, alone in the darkened vehicle leant back in her seat, noting the silence which was only interrupted by the sound of a car horn or distant siren, her eyes closing, her mind making sense of the noises from the earbud.

CLACLUNCK.......SHWIT-CLICK Lisa heard in her ear....the stall door closing and locking

CLOCK CLOCK..... Lisa listened as the two high heeled feet shuffled into position, no doubt the hot Asians panties taught between her parted ankles.

"Ahem...." Lucy's voice said quietly.

Lisa let her hands drop between her legs a moment ...

"Do you just need to pee...." Lisa asked teasingly.

There was a pause....agonising silence.......

"I said... do you...." Lisa started to repeat herself.

"Yes..." replied Lucy's voice.

"Well....?" Lisa teased biting into her bottom lip as one hand dug into her nether regions.

"Nghhhh.....really!" Protested the voice subtly back.

Lisa smiled slightly as she played with herself...."yes.....really..."

"Please...may I pee ?" Whispered the voice.

"Try....... again......" Teased Lisa.

The pause, the agonising wait, the exciting thrill of "will she, won't she?" sent waves of pleasure through Lisa's body as that few seconds lasted a lifetime.

"Mistress, please may I pee?"

"Your panties.....put them in your mouth......." ordered Lisa as she placed a hand over her breasts, listening to the Asian at the other end of the conversation, the reluctant silence.

CLOCK............CLOCK........ the simple vocabulary of the heels echoing as they rose then fell to the tiled floor.

The snorting breathing of the Asian could be heard through the earbud as she seemed to comply, panties in mouth.

Lisa was on the gentle attack, how far could she go?

"Take your dress off....." Lisa said calmly provoking a sensuous moan into her ear.

ZEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIP

CLOCK.....CLOCK CLOCK..... CLOCK......

Lucy shuffled on her feet, moaning into her panty gag as Lisa perceived the black dress sliding up over her the Asians head and now into her hands.

The snorting continued as Lisa rubbed herself furiously edging close to the magic moment.

"Do you have lipstick..Lucy...?"

"Uh huh..." Moaned the voice

"Write....Lisa's Toy down your front....."

"Ghnnnnn" protested a moan.

"Do it..... And then you may pee"

The snorting continued as Lisa sensed Lucy finding her lipstick, the CLOCK of heels telling how she had risen to her feet, writing the demanded words down her front. Lisa crushed her thighs together preparing to get the big O she wanted, her clit throbbing to the edge.

"Done?"

"Uh huh." Moaned Lucy through her gag.

"Now you may pee......"

Lisa's eyes scrunched up hearing Lucy begin to relieve herself, her submissive friend under her control, and so began to orgasm ever so subtly, their odd moment of phone-esque domination coming to an end.

Lucy, relieved, allowed herself to smile at hearing Lisa find release.

"Sext me a selfie...." panted Lisa..... she wanted to see her triumph.

"Sure...." said Lucy, distinctly un-gagged.

BING

Lisa, wide eyed sat up and fumbled for her phone searching for the message. In her mind she could see the bare stomach , her name in lipstick, panties in mouth. Lucy's submissive eyes pleading to the camera as she drooled onto her panties.

Then the photo appeared, Lucy, radiant looking, was most certainly not undressed, nor gagged, nor carrying Lisa's name across her body.

"Why you.....wait till I get you home !" said Lisa with fake anger to the sounds of Lucy's laughter echoing in the cubicle.

Lucy, princess, spy, assassin, lethally dangerous, cunning and intelligent, was going to make Lisa work hard to conquer her and she was going to love every moment as Lisa learnt to take control. For now though the mischievous Lucy revelled in having made Lisa cum.

Lisa composed herself in the rear view mirror then started the engine of the car, the black limo with dark tinted windows coming to life.

"Screw coffee and mints....I'm coming now" Lisa said with fake anger.

"Understood" Lucy smiled as she washed her hands at the washbasin.

Missions Accomplished.
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CHAPTER III

Bobby Sanderson stood at the window of his quarter floor sized corner office. He was atop his ivory tower, an imposing testament to his power and wealth, contemplating the next move of his corporation. Which direction would maintain his corporation's elevated status in the world's financial picture? More tech, more acquisitions, government contracts, private contracts, should he let his army of commodities traders loose on the next big ride to the top of some speculative bubble. He wasn't sure yet, though if his old magic came back to him he would know what to do.

"Bobby....?" said a voice.

"Bobby! " said the voice a little more firmly.

"Hey, Mike....." Bobby returned from his distant thoughts, turning away from the window.

Mike Loughlan , one of his trusted corporate officers stood with a wad of paper in hand, ready to do the ritual 'numbers' that shaped the months coming activities.

"Bobby, I know you're about to take your trip but we really need to talk about some of these numbers, they aren't so pretty" Mike said, a serious note in his voice.

Bobby nodded, he knew things weren't all entirely well, but that was partially his fault, some bad calls and failed opportunities had led his corporation astray. But it was his corporation, he had built it from nothing and he could reduce it to nothing, but that wasn't close to happening yet.

"Ok Mike..... give me the abridged version....." said Bobby as he planted himself at his desk.

"OK let's talk the blood, cash.... cash is ok, even if our income stopped tomorrow we can fund our operations for months assuming activities remain unchanged..." Started Mike, his eyes studying a page of data.

"But....." Bobby guessed.

"Look it's not all bad, the guys have stabilised some operation costs, but your little R&D outfit...you need to get that under control....it's your pet and I respect that but..." Mike started.

"Mike...look.....they've done good things....the ClearOrbit Act program.....that's good money coming online, the first mission is already landing its first golden eggs and that materials project...that's close.....do you know what it is to have your own Teflon, Nylon, Kevlar or Lycra? That's money in the bank Mike....." Bobby explained his thinking.

" I know, I just hope money starts flowing in before the money flowing out kills us" Mike said, tapping some red digits in his wad of paper.

"Well I'm going over to the LA site soon to see how it's going...see what progress they've made and shake the tree." Bobby said, trying to reassure his colleague.

"Sure, nothing dusts the clocks like a visit from the top man......ok what else.....let's see.... equities are ok.......commodities....positions aren't too bad but we are a little biased to the short side..." Mike continued.

Bobby blinked, Mikes words blending into one stream of noise as his eyes scanned the little cube glass 'trophy' cabinets. The old console system and his prize certificate... then the youth technology idea prize.... the Green Recycling Idea prize.... The lottery ticket.....his first big winning share trade....all his early financial success stories were laid out in his trophy cabinet.

"So...that oil field Bobby?" Said Mike forcefully.

Bobby blinked..."That oil play? Have you seen the numbers for that, they publish soon? That enhanced recovery tech is squeezing that field dry... when the first flow rates come out that share price is going up"

"Well something has to give if not now then you've got to at least consider something for the next review, we need to narrow down,just for a while....." Mike pleaded. Bobby had spread the spending power of the corporation over many speculative opportunities, one or two had great potential, others less so, and it was important to Mike that they get out of some before they were shown to be 'losers'.

Bobby paused a moment in thought, Mike was right, it was time to get out of dodge on some of his exposure.

"Ok. If we get out of that microprocessor work and unwind some of our commodities positions......." Bobby began.

"Well that would help...I'm just asking for room to manoeuvre Bobby.....look I know you usually have a good feel for direction but, you know , since your sister....,well you've been off your game.....I'm just trying to keep an even keel until you get back into your swing....you understand?" Mike said calmly.

Bobby looked vacant a moment as he contemplated his sister, now in an orange jumpsuit in a mega-max security facility awaiting assessments before her trial. How had his fate and hers diverged so badly he wondered?

"Ok, Bobby, I'm going to kick off some of this and perhaps we should have a mid-month review....just so you can kick my ass when we realise you were right and I was just a whiney bitch..." Mike laughed trying to raise the mood.

Bobby seemed unmoved, Mike had been talking sense, he had to clear his head and focus, the market was always talking to him, he just had to listen, he knew money was there to be made if he just paid attention. Whatever happened, Bobby knew his good luck always had helped him before....until his sister was arrested, anyway.

BZZZZZZZZ

Bobby pressed the intercom button on his phone.

"Yes Gina?"

"Your car will be here in 10 minutes to take you to the airport .....you wanted me to remind you...."

"Ah yes....thanks Gina...." Bobby said with a smile. "Ok Mike.... start that off then, and I'll let you know about the nerds when I get back..." Bobby raised a laugh.

"Ok, I'll hold the fort while you're gone" Mike said scooping up his papers.
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CHAPTER IV


A man in a yellow hazmat suit swept around the large cuboid satellite, his handheld geiger counter with its slow crackling revealing barely perceptible levels of danger.

Men looking into the chamber through a porthole smiled as they could see the yellow suited man give the thumbs up as he continued to prod and probe into all the nooks and crannies of the satellites surface.

"So...it was just a glitch with the panels?" Said a bespectacled, bald headed old man, his pinstriped suit and briefcase giving him the look of an accountant.

"Yes, it seems so, we detached those and moved them to the next chamber for analysis but the satellite apparently.....is fine" replied a white coat wearing man. His silver grey hair combed tidily.

An Air Force officer, medal ribbons on his chest, nodded approvingly. "I trust my men can get started straight away then?"

"Sure, I'll get my team to sign off for you and then you can remove your items....but...is this what the ClearOrbit Act was about ...or..." Labcoat man asked.

"Oh no, trust me, we need all that old junk out of the way, orbit slots are getting hard to find....THIS is just a side benefit." said the accountant type.

"It's really impressive what you've done, capturing dozens of space hazards with one unit, enveloping the stuff and returning it to earth or..incinerating it.." The officer added.

"It's been a great effort and now you get your reactor back and all those old secret optics and encryption comm systems ..." said Labcoat.

"Yes, although this bird went up in the early eighties a lot of the design architecture we had then has been merely upscaled, better to keep on top of our secrets..." The officer added.

"What happens to the rest? " Asked the accountant.

"Well obviously this is why we get subsidies to do this, there's little tech value except for the secret stuff. The best part is the recycle value in there, some precious metals, and valuable rare earth metals, but the Air Force will be running off with the good stuff this time while we get stuck with redundant solar panels..." Said Labcoat man to the men's laughter.

Meanwhile in the adjoining chamber the pair of satellite solar panel arrays had been unfurled, a tracked robot was slowly patrolling the room, geiger counter probe feeding results back to the adjoining laboratory.

"What the......?" said the brunette woman as she saw the results coming in.

"It's like alpha, but behaves like beta, and those off phase wave......" the brunette reached for her text books and started scanning for answers.

"No.........no.............no.........what is this?" she exclaimed, slamming her books closed.

She closed her eyes a moment to think. This was a phenomenon that shouldn't occur but, she remembered theorising about it once....it wasn't meant to be a problem, it was meant to have been a solution to a question.

Clicking on her computer terminal she began typing, interrogating the science paper database.

"No..." CLICK .."no...." CLICK ....."ah....."

The brunette looked over the paper.

"Investigation into theoretical energy capture, storage,enhancement and transmission in extraterrestrial physiology"

The brunette began clicking through the paper to a section describing how the energy cells of the superheroine , the extraterrestrial, could be disrupted. If a theoretical radiation source were found with certain properties, it could end up clogging the pathways between cells. The multiplying nature of the heroines energy would be turned off, like the flick of a switch rendering her.....normal.

The brunette tapped at her keyboard again and picked up the handset of the phone, squinting at the phone number she had found. Dialling out, cord at full stretch the brunette turned back to the feed from the robot, it's Geiger counter crackling as the camera tracked over the panels.

"Oh hi....is that professor Schneider? "

There was a pause as the Robot finished its patrol, it's camera gazing at a feint green sheen embedded in a strip at the edge of one of the panels.

"Schneider, it's me, Dr Matthews.......Molly......"
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CHAPTER V

The tall thin suited man, his limbs seemingly stretched to their feasible limits stood at the next security gate, a prison guard stood by his side. Ahead lay the "special" wing, for the more dangerous prisoners, or the ones in danger from others.

UUUURG sounded a klaxon as a solenoid fired, releasing a lock.

The suited man and the guard continued down a corridor until they reached the doorway at the far end, the CLOP of their shoes echoing around them.

"This is it....she is in there...." The burly guard said, indicating with a momentary twist of the head and neck.

"Is she..... Is she restrained?" The suited man asked nervously.

The guard rolled his eyes ...."is she restrained?" he grumbled to himself as he headed back down the corridor alone, a simple wave gesture saying his goodbyes.

Alone, the man placed his hand on the door handle, took a breath and entered the room beyond. It was a little dark, minimally lit inside, the room divided in half by a quarter height wall and thick unbreakable glass above. Seated at the desk on her half of the room was....'her', The Tattoo Parlour Killer, The Body Mod Monster.... 'she' had been given many names.

In her orange prison uniform, sleeves rolled up, she looked physically formidable. Muscular arms, tattooed , and her head totally clean shaven.

"So sad....." said the woman mournfully, cocking her head, her big dark eyes looking sorrowful.

"Excuse me? " said the man, glancing at the arrangement of the room and plucking up the courage to take his seat at the desk, the transparent wall between them.

"I hoped they would send me ... something ...pretty... I've been...hungry....." she said as she placed her handcuffed wrists on the desk, a steel cable anchoring them to who knew where.

The man let his eyes narrow, trying to get a fix on the woman before clunking open his brief case. "I think you would be more focused if you were to interact with me.."

"Why...are you here.....?" the woman asked calmly.

"Well....." the man started, glancing at a file..."....Kimberly.... I'm here to decide if we can plea you down to insanity...." the man winced as he opened a file to see a victims photograph.

"And why would I want that....." smiled Kimberly

"Well, usually people who are guilty go to the chair, people who are sick go to hospital..." Quipped the man.

"I can assure you I feel quite........normal" Kimberly replied calmly.

"Do you think that doing this to someone is ...sane.....normal?" asked the man, flipping an image towards the prisoner.

"Oh I remember her....." Kimberly said. She said it as if it were a fond memory.

"She was found, asphyxiated, her flesh half carved up by your tattoo skills...allegedly." The man said coldly.

"She started to scream....Why did they always scream...? I just wanted to make them pretty.....like me" Kimberly said, her tone almost erie.

"Was it because you hurt them, is that why they screamed?" asked the man.

"Why would I do that?" Kimberly asked innocently.

The man was vexed at this odd blend of sincerity, naivety, innocence and terror before his eyes.

"Tell me....about your brother...." Said the man provoking a twinkle in the dark eyes of the woman opposite.

"Oh him......he is........was......lucky.........wasn't he..." Hissed Kimberly seductively.

"A self made billionaire, you don't get there by luck alone, do you" said the man. From his tone he sounded like he was imparting some unique wisdom.

"Exactly....one rarely achieves greatness.....with luck......... alone...." teased Kimberly.
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Chapter VI

It had been weeks since their last encounter, their mutual games of pleasure and domination taking odd twists and turns over time.Selena knew she had to share her loved one with Earth but when it was her turn to have 'custody' she made full use. Selena was as healed as she could ever be and her punishments and tortures were now interspersed more with sensual games and training.

Selena and the blond heroine were sat kneeling facing one another. Both with their knees splayed apart they were practically a mirror image of each other save for Kara's pure black silk blindfold contrasting against her blond hair, a simple metal collar and her metal cuffs restraining her hands and elbows together behind her back.

Between the two sat a pile of grapes and Selena tested one, savouring the flavour as she thought about the test to come.

"Open..." Said Selena calmly.

Kara slowly, a little reluctantly let her jaw loosen, exposing her teeth, the soft moist tongue not knowing if to hide shyly or to come forth and meet whatever was about to happen.

Selena plucked a grape and carefully with a thumb, pushed it delicately past the blonds soft lips. Kara for a moment didn't recognise the intruder, her tongue and then her teeth testing for taste, for hardness.

Selena rotated her hand, cupping Kara's chin, almost like she was going to massage the grape down her delicate throat, like an owner helping a pet take its medicine. Kara relented and squeezed with her teeth releasing an explosion of flavour.

Selena watched as the blond swallowed the grape then....

"Open..."

Kara turned her head shyly. She had been reluctant the first time then rewarded but ...

"Open..." Selena said calmly, she was enjoying the game.

Kara's breathing faltered a second as she opened her mouth, exposing her vulnerable soft flesh again.

Selena smiled as she placed a finger at the entrance and slid it beyond the pearl white defences, Kara's lips closing around the intruder.

"Ah, not too tightly...." Cautioned Selena. She was training Kara's mouth to be as forgiving as her other intimate flesh down below.

Kara's breathing became obvious, her nostrils almost flaring as Selena slid a second finger into the soft flesh. Selena plucked another grape with her free hand and slowly withdrew her wet fingers and plopped the grape in their place.

"Good girl" said Selena as she took another grape. With her wet fingers she touched Kara's skin, just below the belly button and dragged them lower, lower and lower until they curled up beneath the blond's pussy.

Gently massaging the blond in her most intimate spot Selena plopped another grape into her mouth. Kara chewed gently, her head tilting as she dealt with the sensations below and this gentle game with her mouth.

Kara and Selena could sense the heroine getting wet below and Selena knew she was ready to begin in earnest.Plucking two grapes, one in each hand, Selena placed one against her pussy, the other to Kara's, both grapes taking on the taste of their donor. Selena paused and then chose a grape...

"Open..." Selena said.

"Wha...what are you doing...?" Moaned Kara having felt the odd sensation against her pussy.

"Open...." Selena repeated gently.

Kara's head tilted to one side with tension her mouth reluctantly parting.

Selena plopped a grape into the blondes mouth, her tastebuds alerting her to the change in taste.

"You.....or me...," asked Selena.

Kara gently crushed the grape and let its juices fill her mouth....

"You? .... " guessed Kara.

Selena leant forward and whispered in the blonds ear.

"You are................." Selena began, letting the blond stew.

The blond whimpered.... "I ..am....?"

"Incorrect...but..that one you get for free...." Selena said as she knelt back, plucking up two new grapes.

Kara's head flopped forward feeling a new grape gather more of her honey turning her on even more. Her jaw slackening slightly as she prepared to be tested again.

"Open...."
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CHAPTER VII

Detective Lisa Kozny pulled up by the ranks of squad cars and exited the car. A couple of uniformed officers stood by the perimeter crime scene tape as a ferry of white suited forensics people moved in their gear.

"Morning detective, another fine day...." quipped an officer wielding a clipboard.

"Hey, who's here ? " smiled Kozny as she signed in on the clipboard.

"The M.E is there, the photographer too and the guy who found the body, they are getting a statement now."

"Ok... Let's take a look.....gloves?" Lisa asked as she was promptly presented a cardboard box stuffed full of crime scene gloves.

Snapping the gloves on she ducked under the tape and proceeded towards the gaggle of white suits, the photographers camera flashing brightly. They were in the confines of an underground car park and the camera flash gave the illusion of an approaching storm.

A suited man, quite overweight, was face down in a pool of blood lay semi curled up close to the open door of a car, apparently his. The mans back had a dark circle of blood covering his jacket, presumably from his fatal wound.

"So.... what happened to you.?...." Lisa asked quietly to herself.

"Hi...Detective...oh it's you..." said the M.E as he stooped down next to the body.

"Hey, sorry I should have brought in some coffee...." Lisa said noticing her colleague looking a little dishevelled.

"Don't worry, a little longer and I'm off to bed, I'll hand this one on, I've been up all night with some freaky murder suicide.... anyway...enough of that.... the news is that your vic here was killed only a few hours ago .....died where he fell, no trails... " the M.E continued, glancing at his calculations.

"...the murder weapon you're looking for...... appears to be a screwdriver, flat head probably...." he said, his bright flashlight momentarily showing the puncture mark into the jacket. "The shaft appears to be six to eight inches long....oh and judging from the angle....the perp is right handed but wait til I get him back for examination."

Lisa sighed, the damned screwdriver guy. She had seen bulletins about a mugger using a screwdriver to threaten victims into handing over money but now he'd gone one step further, murder.

"Have you photographed the body?" Lisa asked glancing at the photographer who nodded.

"Help me roll him would you..." Lisa continued, she was curious what may be pinned beneath the man if anything.

The M.E rolled the body slightly at the shoulders and Lisa peered beneath, revealing one of the mans hands clutching his car keys and the other.....

"What's that....." Lisa wondered, the other hand was gripping some piece of paper. Carefully she prized the hand open and drew out the little slip of paper and gently unfolded it. Scrawled in pencil were letters and numbers but she didn't understand what they meant. What was that , N5 or NS something....was that an X or K...who knew?

Standing up Lisa bagged the note and glanced at the wallet on the ground nearby, it appeared to have been turned out, a few loose coins and receipts lay close, presumably dropped after being emptied.

"So, confrontation there....you give the wallet.....then run......but he chases you here....to the car and ....stabs you ...why.......?" Lisa glanced around the uncomplicated scene.

It seemed like a simple mugging gone wrong, but why did it have to go wrong? The guy had given up his wallet already so....

BING

Lisa heard her mobile sound and she checked for a message.

Lucy.

Lisa let a little smile escape as she read the message. The pair remained flirtatious despite their positions either side of the law, and Lisa was itching to get on top of her , oh so naughty, oh so mischievous ...."oh my god you're so gorgeous I want to squish you into a million pieces" friend.

"I confess, I was naughty, call me ?" said the message, a faux pouting sad face selfie of Lucy appearing.

Lisa recalled the night when Lucy tricked her into going "pop" only then having to act out her role of chauffeur to take her home. The lateness of the hour by then meant the two parted company with only a kiss, a pleasant memory that still lingered.

"Soon! " Lisa thought turning back to face the body.

"Ok, so who was the vic....?" asked Lisa of the uniformed officers.
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CHAPTER VIII

Bobby Sanderson saw the seat belt light go out, unbuckled himself and rose to his feet. He walked forward and to the cockpit, the door to which was open. This was his corporate jet and his pilots were well known to him.

"Hey guys, nice job...." Bobby said in his friendly voice.

"Thank you Mr Sanderson" one of the smartly dressed men said glancing over his shoulder.

"What's our run in like today?" Bobby asked with interest. The weather, commercial traffic and flight plan requirements could all impact on the journey.

"Not bad, there are few problems today, you shouldn't need to buckle up at all and we look on track to arrive on schedule, but we'll give you a heads up if anything changes...." the co-pilot said with a cautious glance at his instruments.

"Ok, I need to do paperwork back there so I won't disturb you any further..." Bobby said giving the men up front a pat on the shoulder before drawing a curtain closed and leaving.

Further back Bobby tried to relax and begin thinking about what to do about the quagmire he had led his corporation into. Assets weren't producing, positions weren't profitable and ...gah...it was just a mess. Bobby turned on the big screen mounted to a partition wall, it's matrix layout filled with feeds from different news networks. What is happening out there, he wondered.

Reclining back he let the information flow over him, when was his gut, his luck, his sixth sense going to get into full flow again and revive his fortunes? The ticker tapes ran past his eyes, the summaries of the headlines appearing as bullet points. His mind slowly began to open up to the fog of information, his subconscious mind analysing each sound bite.

"PMI expected to be positive on durables........."

"Gold rises on interest rate outlook....."

"Employment consensus positive after seasonal considerations ...."

"Japan trade surplus expected to resume....."

"Baltic Dry Index indicates full steam ahead!"

The financial news continued to flow in and Bobby could feel something, something big, but, it would be crazy, wouldn't it ? There seemed to him like there was a chain of events aligning before his eyes, he couldn't say what but....

Bobby called up his electronic calendar and flicked through it, what is coming?

The Bank of Japan trade report and an interest rate meeting, China GDP stats to be released, ECB unemployment report, the UK BoE interest rate meeting, the FED and an epic treasury bill auction. In between that were a myriad of stats to be released and ....

Bobby's mind went into overload as his senses began to join up links between one thing and the other.

"Jeez..." he exclaimed quietly. If that was right and he bet the farm, well, he'd have many new farms to his name.....except.

Kim, my sister.

All those poor women she had apparently killed, kidnapped, tortured with tattoo needles or piercings and then.....oh what horrible ends.

Ever since her arrest he had failed to make opportunities work. His gut would say 'yes' and he would come so close and then, failure or at best stalemate. It seemed that while he was making a killing financially his sister had literally been making a killing. With Kimberly inside at least it had all stopped.

It had ALL stopped.

Bobby paused.

Was that it? Did her infliction of suffering on others bring him luck? That would be....nonsense....wouldn't it?

How had it all started he wondered, thinking back to the beginning, back to their childhood. Then he remembered his encounter with the old console system which was now in his trophy cabinet. They never figured out how the rogue extra cartridge came to be but the rights holder to the game honoured the prize, even though the game had been discontinued years prior.

Then Bobby remembered, the dolls house, it's resident twisted and buckled, accompanied by his sisters almost demonic laughter. She had used some old solvent from the shed like it was washing liquid, so she said, and had begun to dissolve her toys 'by accident'. After that day, toy dolls weren't safe...then as she aged her victims grew more and more...real.

Bobby realised that his luck had run out....if she really was the source of his good fortune then...it HAD to end. All those innocents killed....he couldn't bear to think about others suffering so he could make money. He would have to find his own way without her.

"UK - North Sea .....enhanced oil recovery trial success......." read a headline.

"Well, at least one of my projects is ok....." Bobby mused.
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CHAPTER IX

Dr Molly Matthews had diligently analyzed the mystery dust and concluded that the radiation emissions weren't dangerous to humans. The dose rate, in theory would need you to be exposed the stuff naked for a hundred years just to exceed one year exposure limits for civilians.

The catch was that due to the odd phase shift in the emissions it would be quite possible, theoretically at least, that a certain alien type might be detrimentally affected in the materials presence. Whilst she had a modicum of respect for the heroine, science was science, to prove and disprove theories required experimentation and ...

Molly was getting ahead of herself, first she would need to separate the dust from the panel, it might be easy or it might not. She would try electromagnetism or static charges first then more physical methods if that failed. If she could cleanly remove the material without hacking off shards of solar panel then all the better.

Lab coat and dust mask on Molly made her way into the chamber which held the two unfurled solar panels. In her hand, an electrostatic generator with a plate like surface for drawing the materials onto.

"Now let's see......"

Molly held the plate over the green tinted section of panel and turned on the small handheld generator. The solar panel began to tremble almost beneath the charged field, the embedded particles were bound to surface tightly.

"Woah...."

With one hand she adjusted the power of the device, increasing its power and then steadied the panel in her latex gloved hand. The trembling continued to increase as the embedded dust began wiggle free leaping up at the charged plate.

Smiling at her success she continued to sweep over the panel, drawing more and more of the green dust, slowly tainting the charged plate the same hue as the panel had been.

"Gotcha" said Molly before inverting the plate and turning off the field.

Producing a small metal sample box the brunette carefully tipped the green dust inside. Her mind whirred, she should do some microscope work and determine the morphology, and then try and do some spectrograph, maybe x-Ray fluorescence, what was its density, was it all uniform, why was it green.....

Molly snapped out of her brain dump. The 'top man' was coming to the site, maybe a word in his ear would get her some research money to study the green dust, her other materials project was already at the edge of becoming commercially viable so maybe she could coax more funding from her sponsor. Time would tell.


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Lisa Kozny rubbed her eyes, she had been going over old mugging reports trying to get a handle on the person who had murdered their latest victim, apparently a robbery gone wrong. The M.E had more or less confirmed the cause of death, an epic bleed out on the car park tarmac after taking a long shafted flat head screwdriver through his right kidney up towards the lungs.

The victim, a one Victor Reeves, a trader at the NYSE had no wife or siblings, nor any significant other. Seemingly Mr Average without any real cares in the world he had no real enemies to mention and no controversies in his life....well except now he was dead....oh and that bit of paper. She had shown the scrawled note around the murder room to various colleagues who couldn't make anything of it, perhaps it was nothing.

"Hey...Kozny.....here's those financials you wanted pulling...." Said a detective lugging a fat brown folder of paper.

"Oh thanks...jeez, what was he? A bank?..." Kozny said wide eyed as she took in the size of the wad of paper.

"He certainly liked to compartmentalize accounts, looks he was obsessive with managing his money." Replied the detective.

Kozny rolled her eyes, it was going to be a long evening. She was sure the mugging was the underlying cause of death, a random senseless killing but she wanted to be sure no other motives might be lurking in the shadows.

BING

Lisa glanced at her mobile phone.

LUCY.

Lisa smiled slightly. She hadn't replied to Lucy's earlier message yet and it seemed the party girl was getting in need of attention.

"Hey...I'm beat from clothes shopping...do you have plans ?"

Lisa knew she would be ready for a hot bath and bed by the time she had got through the mountain of paper trail accounts.

"Plans...finish work, hot bath, pizza, an hour of TV then coma..."

Lisa thumb typed as she plucked a highlighter from her cup of pens and pencils, in her head her message was as deadpan and unexciting as she could imagine, trying to imply she was not in the mood for anything.

Lisa sighed and planned out her work, there might be patterns to look for in the accounts or not but she had a duty to look and old school highlighter and notes would see her through.

"It's a date then......see you at yours....!"

Lisa blinked. She thought Lucy would be put off but...

"Ok, will let you know when n where later...."

Lisa knew she would be beat but actually, maybe some company would be OK. Her mood lightened and with new determination she started to get on with her work.

======

Selena laid the battered and bruised superheroine out on the firm vinyl floor. Kara was no longer under the suppressing influence of the REAPER device and slowly but surely she would begin to recharge, the epic deficit of energy that rendered her powerless would slowly be washed away.

Selena set down a bottle of massage oil and poured some on her hand, and began to work on the heroines bare foot, lifting the aching limb and placing it into the crook of her own latex clad arm. Rubbing the oil gently into the blondes soles first Selena broke out into a smile, how wonderfully Kara had whimpered as she methodically tapped away at the underside of her foot with a crop.

Selena continued to work in the oil, rubbing under the back of the girls calf, the muscle striped with marks from the cane. Selena remembered how Kara's eyes lit up when she produced the skeletal looking ballet trainers. Their leather straps bound her lower legs to the metal frame of the trainers which forced her to maintain a 'tiptoes' position and oh how Selena punished her.

Lifting the foot, placing the calf on her shoulder, Selena could now massage the taught thigh, the inner side still showing the marks of the 'zipper', the chain of clothes pegs and string which the blond had been forced to endure until finally they were wickedly torn from her body. Selena carefully worked on applying the soothing oil, worshipping the leg that she now embraced.

Carefully she set the leg down and repeated the excercise again for the other leg, the blond moaning in pleasure, the contrast between the tender bruises and Selena's now soft touch. Kara recalled how every ache had been achieved as Selena sought to sooth each one, her oiled legs shining in the light of the room.

Selena gently worked up the blonds stomach, the trail of the zipper continued upwards, each little mark reminding her of a yelp or some subtle moaning. Selena remembered with delight each failure that led to the zipper gaining in length.

Selena thought back to the game.

"Which one is me.....?" Selena had asked.

Hands up in front of her, index fingers pointed upwards, one finger coated with Selena's cum, the other the heroines, Kara had to seek the scent of her mistress. The blindfolded heroine, nose flaring against the nose hooks ,tested the air, glancing to her left, then to her right.

Selena grinned.

Kara moaned, she glanced left and leant forward, her panting breath marking her fear, her excitement.

"You have chosen?"

Kara nodded....

Selena gently passed her finger through the metal O of the ring gag and drew the cum over the blonds tongue, removing her finger again.

"And we're you right?"

This was a cruel game of double jeopardy. Get both questions right and she could lose a part of the zipper. Get either one of the questions wrong and she would have the zipper extended.

A forlorn shake of the head confirmed what Selena knew already. The blond had indeed failed to find her mistress this time, but at least she knew that it was herself that she had tasted.

Selena tugged at a little piece of the blondes flesh and clipped on the next part of the zipper, prompting the blond to wince behind her blindfold.

"Again......."

Between the blonds parted legs a wine glass, the spiderweb of cum slowly dripping into it. A vibrating egg on its random pattern of torment had kept the heroine producing copious liquid arousal and the occasional forced tasting of a mouthful only caused the humiliation to help repeat the cycle.

Selena smeared her finger around the edge of the glass while she had continued to play with herself with her other hand.

"Now, concentrate, which one is me?"

Back to the present and Selena continued to rub in the soothing oil, finally rubbing gentle circles over Kara's breasts which she had tormented. Even now their colour returning to normal from the tight bondage which had rendered them purple swollen toys to work with the spiked mittens.

Playtime would soon be over....it was Earth's turn to have a different form of quality time with the heroine.
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I'm enjoying the buildup of the prospect of how that green dust will be tested against Supergirl. The concept is tantalizing. Also, SG is certainly enjoying her mistress' training sessions. I can't help but wonder if somehow her submissive side might get her in trouble when she's out fighting true villains, eh? A little too slow on the reaction time because she's enjoying some villain's torment. What do you think, AEM?
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Sometimes when I'm writing scenes, especially with dialogue, the dialogue can end up shaping the scene, I practically become schizo trying to write their lines for them that are natural and not appear contrived. It gets so bad that sometimes when I need my characters to fall in love they end up arguing instead...I end up having to redo the dialogue again. That other story when Selena releases Kara from her word....man....I wrote that about 3 or 4 times just so I could get the "trust" for them to finally have sex. Imagine that, after x stories and my 2 main characters didn't have sex yet!


So basically, I know where my confrontation will happen, and with which characters but until I put them there with whatever mood they are in and whatever dialogue I give them I'm not sure what will happen! All I can say is that SGs time with Selena will have tempered her for her next enemy.
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CHAPTER X

Bobby Sanderson was feeling a little more settled after his flight and now the limo was pulling up outside the LA facility which housed his pet material R&D laboratories.

The head of the facility was there to receive him first, as always, and the pair made their way to a meeting room to discuss things before doing a proper tour the next day.

"John, good evening it's good to see you...." Bobby started enthusiastically.

"Likewise , we have things to show you!" John replied grinning. "Oh and congratulations, I see your oil venture has paid off!"

Bobby smiled, that was at least one good thing that had happened and another success for his R&D people to point at. It was their technology which had make the field so viable, the mention of it was no doubt due to the knowledge that research work normally appeared as a negative on the balance sheet.

"Sure, that sucker flew off today, up 30 percent in a day.....we are going to sell a lot of that stuff, PETROFORCE ...you watch. It's a double win." Bobby beamed.

The pair took seats at a conference table and began their frank talk.

"So where are we at...you've got MetaCoat and the ClearOrbit work to show me tomorrow right?" Bobby asked.

John nodded "That's right, the Air Force were here and they were delighted to see their bird intact and left us with the recycling to do, the guy from the oversight committee was happy as well, you'll see the 'bounty' money coming in soon enough....oh and we have another oddity from that to talk to you about."

"Oh? Sounds interesting...." Bobby said with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'll let Dr Matthews....you remember her......I'll let her tell you about it" John continued.

"Well...perhaps I should do that now, I may be pressed for time tomorrow" Bobby said thoughtfully.

"I'll check ...." John replied knowing full well the gushingly enthusiastic young scientist wanted to have the ear of her paymaster.

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Lucy found herself in Lisa's living room, retro film posters adorned the walls in frames, a big sofa in front of a coffee table and the large TV. On the wall a CD player was mounted with low profile speakers either side of it. Lisa liked the modern mixed with minimalism, style with function. Lucy turned her attention to the DVD collection....

"Got, got, seen, want to see, got, got, oooh want to see, got, got." Ran through Lucy's mind.

Lisa's apartment appeared to be In a reasonable neighbourhood, the building looked well loved and well appointed, the light fittings were Art Deco and the ceilings had nice moulded designs set into them. The elevator, usually a good indicator of the health of a building was clean, modern and devoid of graffiti, Lisa lived somewhere 'nice' which Lucy was glad of. To have been given the role of high society party girl and 'oh you have to drive a Porsche and live in this luxury party pad', seemed unfair while Lisa resumed her work as a cop.

Lucy could hear bath water sloshing, bath time over perhaps, Lisa had got in there just after Lucy arrived and in the meantime Lucy had explored the apartment a little and got plates, glasses for her gift bottle of wine and a corkscrew. Not long now and pizza guy would deliver the double pepperoni and cheese.....

Lisa stepped from the bath and wrapped herself in a fluffy robe and as she began to towel dry her hair the door bell rang. The pizza guy was here and she heard Lucy scamper off and answer the door, the money waiting on a table in the hall.

Minutes later and Lucy and Lisa were sharing their pizza and wine feast as they laughed and talked over the top of some cop show, the pair feeling their eyelids getting heavier as time went on.

Lisa eventually broached the subject,

"Do you want to crash here...I....." Lisa began. She didn't know what it was she inviting Lucy to do..... sleep on the couch....join me in my bed.....

"Oh...um....sure , I guess, I didn't really bring anything though I...." Lucy stumbled.

"I'm sure I'll have something " Lisa said thoughtfully as she rose from the sofa.

Lucy, in a moment of opportunism piped up... "Do you have anything metal in my size?"

Lisa was exhausted and cast a frown.

"No seriously...I ....don't want to do anything, just....." Lucy said , puppy dog eyed.

"Come on..." groaned Lisa as she offered out a hand, hauling Lucy to her feet.

Soon the pair were together in Lisa's bed, Lucy naked save for Lisa's service handcuffs on her wrists in front of her, double locked to prevent over tightening.

"What is it with you and cuffs...?" Lisa asked with a yawn.

"I guess I feel safe....wanted.....as a child I dreamed of the day a friendly police officer would catch me and take me away from my crime lord foster parents...." Lucy explained, a twinkle in her eye as she remembered her former past.

Lisa was surprised by the answer, she thought there was something kinkier at play, their first encounter apparently had been a sexy rescue, not sexy cops n robbers after all.

Lisa pecked a kiss on the back of Lucy's shoulder, reached over to the light switch and threw the room into darkness.

"Lisa...?" Lucy asked into the darkness.

"What....?" Lisa replied, her eyes closed longing for sleep.

"About the other night....." Lucy began

"Forget it.....I know you're not easy...I just enjoyed the idea ...." Lisa said sleepily.

"Well, it wasn't like I didn't do all of what you asked...." Lucy teased.

"Oh?" Lisa frowned.

"Well I didn't strip or write what you wanted but I still pee'd on command...how many other princesses do that for you...." Lucy confessed.

Lisa went wide eyed....wow!
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CHAPTER XI

Bobby Sanderson waved off his dinner guests and made his way to the hotel lobby from the restaurant. He had invited the department heads for dinner and subtly extracted their feelings for the way ahead for their budget hungry operation. They all sensed good times ahead, PETROFORCE their latest commercialised venture was proving itself and they were bursting at the seams to tell how well their next product was doing in testing....something for tomorrow.

When he saw Mike again he'd would probably disappoint him with news of how he felt the goose was going to turn out more golden eggs, but only after being fed some more golden feed first. At least the share price for their oil field experiment was exploding to the upside, they could afford to sell a stake and keep control and still be ahead.

The express elevator arrived and he entered tapping the touchscreen panel to select his penthouse suite. As the elevator climbed his thoughts turned to Dr Matthews and her interesting find. The green dust embedded in the old solar panel truly had strange properties, her theory was it was alien, apparently even a professor she knew agreed. The implication was made the dust may relate to the only known resident extraterrestrial, the superheroine, the super powered blond in red in blue, and that it could be debilitating to her.

What interested Bobby most was that the dust was alien, unique, and most importantly his. The ClearOrbit Act was quite clear, targets were selected for removal from orbit, either for safe return or incineration in the atmosphere, stated items were to be returned to the government, bounties paid, and whatever remained was the property of the remover, for salvage and for recycling.

If the dust was later found to have unique and useful properties perhaps the dust could be synthesised and produced in mass quantities.Bobby's imagination ran riot with ideas but now with a day of business, travelling, and politics over the dinner table he found himself preparing for bed. Checking his mobile phone one last time Bobby climbed into his bed and settled into sleep quickly.

His eyes began to flutter, his occasionally twitching but slowly his sleep deepened until he was totally gone to the world.

"Booooobby" said a voice.

"Ugh....." groaned Bobby, barely aware of his surroundings.

"Oh Bobby" repeated the voice from the darkness.

"Wha...who.....who's there" Bobby barely managed.

"Can't you tell......" repeated the voice.

"Kim....is that .....it can't be .......you.......you're in jail...." Bobby stammered.

"Yes......it's me....my brother" hissed Kimberly

"No, you......you're inside......" Bobby whimpered.

"How is business , Bobby......" Teased Kimberly

"What.....it's .......fine......why......" Bobby struggled, trying to make sense of events.

"Are you sure, brother......things have looked .....shaky" Kimberly continued.

"Sure , setbacks ....but......." Bobby said feebly.

"You and I both, brother.....have you missed me... " Kimberly asked, her tone a twisted form of sincerity.

"What you did....those women...I don't miss you....you're ill Kimberly ...I'll pay for your defence but .... You need help..... Plead insanity..." Implored Bobby to the voice in the dark.

"You don't miss me...but you miss your luck, don't you, brother?" Probed Kimberly.

"I'll get it back.... Things are already coming back ...." Protested Bobby.

"Are they, brother.....haven't you noticed....since I've been here....things have not been so great...." Kimberly said from the darkness.

"If it's true I'll live in poverty and you will be dead...." Bobby answered, his mind becoming more and more focused.

"Perhaps.....but what if .......I promised never to kill again, brother...." Kimberly said seductively.

"You're a killer Kimberly....every prey you caught, you killed...." Retorted Bobby.

"What if, brother....what if! There is ONE who can suffer.....and never! Ever! Die!"

"What...?" Bobby struggled to answer.

The silence was deafening and Bobby drifted away again into his blissful sleep.
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CHAPTER XII

Mr Hispania and Mr Nordic sat facing one another, beads of sweat on their blackened faces. Their goggles raised onto their helmets, they reflected the red light of their enclosed space,

There was calm reflective silence between the two men, the occasional glance at a watch, a quick check of their gear, a tightening of a buckle, the repositioning of a strap.

Mr Africa approached, walking stooped down in the low space , sheets of paper in hand and crouched between the other two men, wincing slightly, his ribs reminding him of his role in the gunfight between the men in front of him and Miss Asia, Lucy.

"This is the latest met data... still light winds from the south west, sea state unchanged..." Africa explained, tapping his chart.

"And thee for-acast for egress?" Hispania asked.

"Well within parameters for the helo lift." Africa confirmed.

"Any changes on target assets?" Nordic asked.

"They seem to be holding station to the north east, on the lee side which suits us fine..." Africa replied as he glanced over a satellite photo.

"That eez gud for us amigo.... " Hispania grinned.

"Now DONT FORGET...." Africa said assertively...."the priority is that this looks like an accident and ....AND?"

Africa paused dramatically...."AND?"

"Avoid casualties....." Nordic said, rolling his eyes.

"UNLESS?" Africa added. He was in charge now until a replacement for CrewCut was found and he didn't want any screw ups.

"Unless we are discovered....the accident takes precedence" Nordic replied.

"Good...you have....." Africa glanced at his watch, " 2 minutes...."

"Bottle check..." Nordic said, pulling his mask to his face, his colleague mirroring him.

PSSSSHT PSSSSSHHHT

The pair nodded to each other as they drew their goggles to their faces.

"Radio check. ONE TWO THREE...ok...ok...." the pair said one after the other.

Mr Africa crackled into their ears.... "Thirty seconds...."

VWHIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRR

A ramp door began to lower and the sound of the wind began to howl, the air temperature starting to tumble rapidly inside.

"FIFTEEN..." Africa said.

PSSSSHT PSSSSSHHHT

"Ok ...." Nordic said into the radio, rising to his feet facing the ramp with Hispania turning in behind him.

"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ... GO GO GO...." Africa shouted.

The leap into the darkness brought a roar of sound first, the aircraft leaving them behind, then the steady woosh of wind rushing past the men's ears. Arms outstretched their wingsuits began to slow their decent and convert it into forward motion. Flying in an inverted arc, their fall being converted into a glide the two men kept vigil over one other.

PSSSSHT PSSSSSHHHT

"Heads up" called Nordic

"Heads up" replied Hispania.

Nordic crooked his arms in front of him and tapped on a little keypad strapped to his forearm, Hispania did the same.

PSSSSHT PSSSSSHHHT

In their goggles the glide slope was projected into their view, a chain of target squares indicated the desired path. They were a little high and a little left of optimal and with some effort they re shaped their bodies, correcting their course.

"Cloud boundary TEN....................prepare for turbulence...." Nordic said.

Usually where clouds were found there was turbulence, little vortices of air that tumbled with rising warm air below and cool air falling.

PSSSSHT PSSSSSHHHT

The pair of men whooshed into the cloud, beads of water trailing across their view a moment.

"Visual in FIVE, FOUR, THREE , TWO....ONE..." Nordic said and, as if on command, they were through the clouds.

"Altee-tude eez a gud....line gud..." Hispania confirmed.

"I see the target..." Nordic said, relief evident in his voice.

PSSSSHT PSSSSSHHHT

"Me too..." Hispania said as he glanced back to Nordic.

In the distance the lights of a small ship, it's red and green navigation lights just visible and just to the side and in front.....the oil rig standing proud above the almost invisible ink black water of the treacherous North Sea.
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CHAPTER XIII

Lisa Kozny woke with a start, her vision fuzzy. With a frown she started to make sense of the figures on her alarm clock the red digits slowly coming into focus. She groaned as she realised that she had awoken with only minutes to go before the alarm would go off.

"Every damned time!" she cursed.

As she slowly made sense of her surroundings she realised something was wrong. Lucy had been with her but....

"Lucy?" said Lisa into the dark room, her outstretched palm patting the now vacant space in her bed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP sounded the alarm.

"Shut up!" Said Lisa bashing the alarm.

Just then the door squeaked open and the still handcuffed Lucy entered, totally naked, with a tray resting on her up turned palms.

"What's that..!?" Lisa asked, squinting into the light entering from the doorway.

"Breakfast....are you going to just lay there or will you turn on the light?" Lucy said sarcastically.

Soon the pair were upright in bed eating and drinking the breakfast talking about their plans.

"So ... basically I think the note might be important but I don't what the message means... someone thought it might be some kind of stock market code or something.... I've made a photo copy, ask around for me?"

"Sure...I know some of those nerds, they might know." Lucy said, eating a slice of toast double handed, her hands still bound together.

"Do I even want to know how you did all this handcuffed?" Lisa asked.

The pair finished off and Lisa got ready for work, another day at the precinct, and no doubt another day at the mall for trust fund socialite Lucy.

Lisa arrived at the precinct and carried out her morning rituals, emails were checked and answered, reports from overnight digested and...

"Oh great...."

Overnight the uniforms had bagged themselves the screwdriver bandit working a stairwell of a multi-storey carpark. The mugger, a PTSD sufferer and former Gulf War veteran, now some fifty or so years old, had been caught in possession of a flat head screwdriver.

"Hey...this is Detective Kozny, robbery homicide...yeah....look, your mugger, did you run the screw....yeah, that.....ok, I want to......uh huh.....yeah I'll come right over"

Lisa smiled, the screwdriver had already been tested for blood traces and glowed like a Christmas tree and now was being tested for DNA. Time to go over and get a confession and put the case to bed, one for the DA's office to deal with. Perhaps she wouldn't need to dig through all those financials after all.

Meanwhile Lucy managed to organise lunch with her favourite Helman Brother traders, Trevor and Gavin and after a hard morning's shopping she was looking forward to her favourite beverage at her eatery of choice, K.Thrace&Sons Coffee House, a cappuccino with their salad wrap and cheesecake.

Gavin and Trevor looking sharp as ever took their seats opposite the young socialite, the trio exchanging pecks on the cheeks.

"So hello young lady, an unexpected pleasure....." piped up Gavin.

"Well, I was just around and I thought I'd catch up....do you think you'll come to my next party?" Lucy asked, lazily stirring her drink.

The two men glanced at each other "Sure, I think we will be there.... are you inviting your two friends....from the magazine...." Trevor probed.

The pair had taken to some writing staff at some sports magazine and we're hoping to break the ice with them. Lucy grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

"Of course...." Lucy winked.

"Cool" Gavin exclaimed.

Lucy, now having the men eating from her hand produced the copy of the slip of paper, the mugging victim Victor Reeves seemed so desperate to hang on to.

"Hey, I was at a party and found this....it might be important, I don't know....I was hoping there might be a way to link it back to its owner." Lucy probed, reading the men's expressions.

"Hmmm...let's see....well this is old outcry stuff...." Gavin said as he passed it to Trevor.

"Yeah....let's see.....well....someone is expecting a bumpy ride...." Trevor said, eyes widening.

"How so?" Lucy asked, wanting more. "What is it?"

"Well, basically this looks like a buy order, with chasing stops, then sell on the close, then he was to set up short positions, lots of shorts......" Trevor explained.

"Ummm....ok....so.....what is it?" Lucy said dumbfounded.

"Sheesh Trevor....what he is saying is....this guy was buying something...then was to sell the same day. Next.... he would put on a big bet it would fall..." Gavin clarified, snatching the paper back.

"Do you know what it was for?" Lucy asked as she scythed away a chunk of cheesecake with her fork.

"This, ummm.....oh this is that oil company.....North Sea Enhanced something blah blah blah...." Trevor said.

"Well I hope whoever this was for carried out at least the first part, they were up big yesterday, would have been worth a lot .." Gavin added.

=======

Bobby Sanderson was back at his LA facility for the official tour. A cloud of lab-coated people led him through the various laboratories showing off their projects.

"And this.....is MetaCoat....." Said a lab-coated scientist.

Bobby looked on as a length of chain was slowly drawn through a spray booth into a hot drying room then out onto a drum.

"Wow, the process is that quick?" Bobby asked. It seemed very quick for what it could allegedly do.

"Yes, that quick...do you want to see a test?" replied the scientist.

"Let's see it!" Bobby said enthusiastically.

The group moved on to a test area , a powerful hydraulic ram was situated behind a clear protective screen.

"This is a traditional steel chain..." a technician said, passing several links to Bobby to feel the weight.

"And this is an aluminium chain with MetaCoat..."

"Well, that's a difference already, there's no comparison at all.....but....how strong is it?" Bobby asked enthusiastically.

"Well, let's see....on the rig we have two identical lengths of equal gauge chain...one steel, the other MetaCoat aluminium" the technician said.

"Ok, let's go..." Bobby said, clapping his hands together.

The technician set the test rig in motion, the force gauge climbing and climbing.

"Ok we are approaching the limit for the steel chain and...."

BAAM!

The steel chain had failed, a link breaking open, the O rapidly straightening out, first into a C before the other links slid through the straightening metal.

Meanwhile, shockingly, the aluminium links were holding as the gauge inched up higher and higher.

"So, at what point does this break...?" Bobby said glancing at the metal, then the gauge.

"Keep watching..." said one for the scientists motioning his head towards the experiment in progress.

The gauge kept climbing and climbing and climbing without a hint of problems for the lightweight metal.

BEEEEEEP

The ram stopped its work and the gauge began falling again.

"What happened , why did you stop....?" Bobby said confused.

"You don't understand, the safety limit of the machine was reached, basically that little aluminium chain was stronger than even a chain for a ships anchor...and I mean a big ship..we haven't been able to break it yet...."

"You're telling me you've invented indestructible metal...?" Bobby was astounded.

"Well don't get ahead of yourself....this has limitations....for example, it works for metal under tension, like chains or cables, but it isn't bullet proof, it doesn't counter kinetic energy for example.....so, we can't just spray tanks with it and make them indestructible.....or make cars crash proof." The scientist explained.

"Well...even so, this is.....incredible.....is it marketable yet or....." Bobby wondered what might be holding back the project.

"Well, a few issues, first is toxicity, this needs to be factory applied, no home use, and the other is cost versus useable time..."

"Useable time?" Bobby was confused.

"Well, we can inert pack chain like this and put it on shelves but basically five to seven days of exposure and the stuff degrades. Beyond that and you're left with aluminium and white oxidised MetaCoat"

Bobby considered the problem, though perhaps it wasn't a problem at all. He could imagine being able to sell a chain that was capable of lifting anything for a week. Some jobs might only require a few days use, but at least they would be guaranteed to lift anything. And if they wanted more they could buy it...the aluminium could be recycled, reformed and re coated.

"Guys, I think we can work with this for sure....." Bobby grinned. Chalk another one up for his pet R&D division.
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CHAPTER XIV

Kara was streaking over the ocean, clear skies overhead, she had seen the breaking news banner appear at the foot of a news channel and she had immediately set out on her journey.

In her wake the sea almost parted, a fine mist was being kicked up by her passage. She zoomed past a ship and then another, and quickly she was above the green hills and dales of a landmass below. The sheep and cows were a blur as she continued onwards, faster and faster. Over a city and another harbour then back to the water and a smattering of small craggy islands before hitting land once again. Quickly she gained altitude, the mountainous terrain rising up to meet her, then the loughs fell away below again as she crossed into the North Sea.

In the distance a column of smoke grew darker and darker, taller and taller. In the distance she could see the platform, a raging jet of hot ignited gas venting furiously out one side of some kind of vertical pipe work rising from the ocean.

A nearby ship had dispatched small inflatable boats and they circled like bees around a vibrant coloured flower. A bright yellow helicopter hovered over the water, a winchman suspended on a cable was just above the surface, his legs wrapping themselves around a victim in the water.

Kara tried to take it all in, rescue seemed to be going to plan but she decided to set down on the rig itself and see what could be done. Scanning the area with her vision she observed a group of men making their way to a lifeboat capsule. One by one the queued, each in turn clambering into the pod as a man in overalls counted them all off.

With a final glance back to the gantry the man entered the capsule and sealed the hatch. There was a pause, ten or twenty seconds and then the sound of a siren as the pod ran down its rails to be ejected from the side of the platform.

Just as the pod was about to clear the rig there was an explosion which rocked the structure. The capsule froze on its rails, trapped precariously close to a new jet of flame. Kara looked at the situation, she could try and blow out the flame but gas would continue to flow until it reignited again and using water would only do the same.

Easier to remove the people from the hazard for now. Flying off the platform she reached in under the escape pod and began to loosen it from the rail. Now beneath the pod she flew it clear of the platform alongside the support vessel and gently lowered herself into the sea until the pod's buoyancy took hold.

Returning to the platform Kara used her vision to check for more survivors but saw none. Even doing a quick circle of the platform she saw no more people in the water. This had been a very successful rescue and she didn't really have to do anything. All that remained was to extinguish the fire, but how? She could try and crimp the pipe though it looked difficult to achieve a good seal but she had to try. By the first break the metal glowed and she decided to try there, carefully pushing the metal together. The metal, now malleable began to fold together, constricting the jet of gas, sending the ever thinning jet further and further out.

The gas began to whistle like a furious steam train as Kara folded the metal in on itself. Grabbing a redundant piece of pipe from above she tore off a section like it was tissue and patched a hole using her heat vision to fuse it to the temporary cap she was creating. Slowly but surely the gas jet diminished until the lack of air extinguished it, a few last sporadic moments of flame appearing as she finally sealed the cap shut.

"Done" she said to herself.

Setting down on the support ship the evacuated crew were making their way out the escape pod up a ladder to the deck.

"Is everyone ok.did you all escape...?" Kara asked of one of them.

"Aye, lassie, thanks t' you...." Said one of the Scottish oil workers, his broad accent revealing his origins.

"What happened?" Kara asked.

"Eem not sure....gas alarms sounded off, we shot doon , and boom, guess the line just fractured, the old girl took a beating o'er winter..."

Kara loitered in the area a while until it seemed all had settled down and then left, another little chapter in her life completed.
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Nice to see her powers on display, even though she wasn't desperately needed. The sense of flight you provided was exhilarating.
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DrDominator9 wrote:Nice to see her powers on display, even though she wasn't desperately needed. The sense of flight you provided was exhilarating.
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed the flight ;) maybe you spotted the route over the Atlantic, then Ireland, Scotland then into the North Sea? I wanted to give SG something heroic to do while achieving the goals of the client of The Resolution, whoever that maybe.
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CHAPTER XV

Molly Matthews placed her tray of food on the dinner table and sat down amongst her colleagues, her attention firmly fixed on Bobby who sat amongst the managers nearer the other side of the room. Staff were encouraged to eat together, it helped form their 'joined up thinking' culture that the company held dear.

Bobby Sanderson was eating and joking, he had had a great time and was impressed by what he had seen. Molly wondered what it meant, her prized alien dust was locked up for the moment, she was hoping to get her own side project to study it, maybe she could get her own staff too.

Molly observed Bobby as he glanced at his mobile phone, answered and rose to his feet, walking to the adjacent corridor, his expression changing. Molly could still see Bobby through a round portal window in the door which closed behind him as he began to get upset about something.

"WHAT? Well......are there any casualties?"

Bobby , hand on forehead couldn't believe the reversal in fortunes.

"What do you mean you don't know!? Jeezus Christ......right, listen, this is what you are going to do once we hang up.....one, you're going to offer assistance to any rescue efforts that might be necessary, then you're going to get someone with a corporate logo down there and check in on the hospitals, there's probably going to be counselling and shit to organise.....in the meantime you get me Loughlan on the line, understood?.....and I want updates .. Good, now go!" Bobby banged the underside of his fist onto the wall as he hung up.

"Jeezus Christ how can he call me with this shit and not know...frikkin moron" Bobby ranted to himself.

Then his mobile rang again.

MIKE LOUGHLAN

"Mike.....yes I just heard.....yeah, he told me, I've kicked his arse into gear....no don't worry about that, he'll take care of that, you focus on the rest of the ship. Now what's the damage.....uh huh......ok...........oh.................ok liquidise everything you can, we need some firefighting money. No, I think the product is fine, it's just an accident probably but we need time to assess the situation, I'll come back to the office as soon as possible. Now put together a press release.....MAKE DAMN SURE you mention the workers FIRST, the product LAST, I don't want them thinking we don't give a crap, understand?....Good....ok bye"

Bobby hung up and rested his forehead against the wall of the corridor.

Share prices had been hit hard, the oil company took a dive, it was relying on new tech to make it a winner but with that in doubt it might be worth a fat zero. Worse, the PETROFORCE product now had a big question mark over it too. What had been double win might end up being an epic double lose situation.

"Problem..........brother?" whispered a voice.

"Fuck you, Kim...." thought Sanderson to himself.

"Tut tut brother.......you know I can fix this for you.........no killing, just harmless play....you have everything you need......." whispered the seductive voice.

"What do you mean?" whimpered Bobby

"Oh you know....she can't die.....but you can bind her.....make her just weak enough...and she will be my plaything.....forever....." The voice said gently.

"You won't kill her....? You swear....." Bobby said to himself.

"Cross my heart.....I just want to make her pretty.....and you will be rich." Kim said, gently fading out.

"Mr Sanderson?" Said a voice.

"Wha....oh, it's you....... Dr Matthews......." Bobby said, raising his head from the wall.

"Is everything ok...I could see you from the canteen .......I...." Molly faltered.

"A setback....but.....I can fix it...so tell me, that green dust, what can it do....." Said Bobby sinisterly, approaching Molly.

======

Lisa was ecstatic, she got her confession secured after several interviews. She had dealt away a string of mugging charges in exchange for a limited murder charge but it was worth it. His confession and preliminary data from the screwdriver looked solid, he was even able to describe the murder scene vividly.

When asked why he had stabbed Victor he said it was a reaction, VIctor had taken something from the wallet before tossing him the rest and so thought whatever it was had been valuable. Feeling cheated he lashed out to stop Victors escape only to discover that it was just some gibberish on a scrap of paper. Victor grabbed the discarded note with his last faltering breaths as his killer fled.

Lisa wondered if Lucy ever got around to determining what the note was about exactly, not that it mattered anymore, it had merely been the catalyst for the murder, it didn't serve any direct purpose in the case. And now at least she could archive those financial files and take on something new, but not now, today's working day was almost gone.

=======

Lucy was watching the news, images of the damaged oil platform were starting to come through, a large module at one end of the structure badly scorched and smoking heavily, the support vessel spraying the superstructure with water.

NO CONFIRMED FATALITIES - 32 INJURED - NO MAJOR INJURIES REPT'D

The repeating banner revolved along the bottom of the screen reporting the news.

It hadn't been reported yet but the cynic in Lucy strongly suspected she knew who's oil rig it was, somehow Victor knew this would happen. The closing bell had already rung on the markets, if Victor Reeves had managed the 'short' trade the Helman guys had mentioned he would have been quite rich on Monday morning.

Lucy relented, time to give Lisa the news.




CHAPTER XVI

Lisa Kozny was driving home, it had been a great day: a murder case off the to do list, a load of mugging cases cleaned up and no overtime required. Her captain was happy and the ADA was satisfied the case could move on through the court without hindrance.

The evening ahead was hers and so she set her sights on her next objective, her friend, or was it her friend with benefits, Lucy. Lisa wanted to turn the heat up just slightly and see what she could get away with from her secret partner from the other side of the law, her special informant.

As Lisa paused at a set of red lights she glanced about her surroundings and that's when her eyes lit up. Alongside her was a fancy dress shop, in the window a mannequin was dressed up in something that she thought would stop her mischievous friend in her tracks.

"NEED!" Lisa thought.

======

Lucy had been waiting for Lisa to finish work, of course she had other friends but knowing half the time those friends were really just intelligence assets to probe and use for her own ends seemed to tarnish her desire to hang out with them too much.

Lisa on the other hand was really a friend, she had been honest with her upfront about her new role and had trusted her. Likewise Lucy trusted Lisa back which had led to some interesting encounters but Lucy wanted Lisa to be a little more proactive if there was going to be more.

Lucy had decided to try and push some of Lisa's "cop" buttons and so, hidden beneath her jeans and black long sleeve top lay her sexy secret.

======

The old traditional Irish bar was alive with people drinking and talking. The bartenders were kept busy by the thin wall of people waiting to order but eventually Lisa got through to the front. A few minutes later and she had two large glasses of ale in her hands which carried back to the small booth where Lucy waited.

"So, what do you have for me" Lisa asked as she settled down opposite Lucy.

"Well, the Helman guys nailed it for us....that piece of paper was written in trader geek-speak..." Lucy explained as took a good sip from her glass.

"Oh ok...well we got the guy who did it. Apparently the vic was trying to hold onto that bit of paper like his life depended on it..." Lisa replied taking a swig of ale.

"Well I can see why..he would be rich if he had been able to make the trades that were written down" Lucy continued.

"How so?" Lisa asked.

"Well, the day he should have bought in, the share value went through the roof, and then after that he was supposed to place like a bet it would go down the can afterwards..." Lucy explained.

"So....what happened..?" Lisa said as she took in another mouthful of ale.

"Ummmm, THAT happened" Lucy said pointing to the muted TV showing the news, a smouldering oil platform appearing on screen.

"Oh crap... you mean someone knew .." Lisa was gutted, there might be more to the murder than she knew.

"It might be coincidence, the murder, the trade, even the accident...." Lisa said unconvincingly.

"The murder, perhaps, but ...the trades...."Lisa shook her head.

"Perhaps The Broker...." Lucy said thoughtfully.

"Yes ....I think this falls to her now, I'll get in touch with her...." Lisa's expression changed to relief.

Lucy nodded and took a big swig from her glass before rising to her feet." Little girls room"

Lisa continued to drink slowly alone and scanned through her phone for messages.

BING

LUCY.

Lisa frowned, what could she possibly want? Opening a message, the embedded photo was of Lucy stood at the washbasin, a mirror selfie, tongue out, eyes crossed.

"Umm ...ok" Lisa said to herself.

BING

LUCY.

"What now...?"

Lisa opened the next message, Lucy had undone two of her buttons on her top revealing an orange top of some kind underneath.

"Oh hello....." smiled Lisa as she enthusiastically took another mouthful of beer.

BING

LUCY.

Lisa's thumb was a blur opening up the next message. Lucy was unbuttoned all down her front, her top slightly parted, the orange top just visible beneath.

"What are you showing me Lucy?" Lisa said smiling as she held her mobile guardedly.

BING

LUCY.

Lisa's digits fumbled, what was next? Lucy had peeled her top off revealing the orange catsuit underneath, the black arrows implying a parody prison uniform, some joke prison name emblazoned across her chest with a prisoner number underneath. Hardened nipples revealed a distinct lack of a bra underneath her costume so of course Detective Kozny wondered what else she wasn't wearing under there.

"Holy Crap!" exclaimed Lisa inside her head as the back of her hand quickly stifled a potential beer explosion emanating from her mouth.

BING

LISA.

Lucy was buttoning herself back up inside a stall when the message arrived.

"See me in the wardens office, head guard is going to frisk you for contraband. Your place or mine? " Lisa asked.

Lucy bit her bottom lip, Lisa sounded more focused but Lucy needed more, being ordered wasn't working for her, she needed something tangible.

Lisa waited patiently, she had thrown out the line and hook to the inviting fish yet it wasn't biting.

BING

LUCY.

Lisa looked at the reply bemused.

"When you figure out how to play I'll come to the office..."

Lisa studied the reply and realised that her secret was actually exactly what Lucy wanted. Less orders, more action, the orange prison uniform wasn't just a costume, it was a virtual collar, Lisa just needed to bring a virtual leash.

"Right...." Lisa said determinedly to herself, gulping a good mouthful of ale before slamming it hard down on to the table.

Lisa stomped with purpose towards the ladies room, undoing a few buttons of her top enroute before entering. Lucy had just finished drying her hands and was about to leave as Lisa loomed into view.

"Going somewhere?" Lisa said with fake venom.

"Oh crap" thought Lucy to herself, her eyes wide.

Lisa grabbed Lucy's wrist and dragged back into a stall, the pair facing each other.

Lisa continued to undo some more buttons of her top and dragged it apart revealing the dark navy costume beneath. A sheriff's star printed in white on the right side of her chest showed this was a parody cop uniform hidden under her clothes. Coincidence? Who cared? Lucy finally felt like Lisa was really trying at last.

"I've decided for you, your place, you're driving..." Lisa said firmly.

This was more like it for Lucy, something a little more challenging, physical.

=====

Lisa had retrieved a bag from her car and jumped inside the Porsche alongside Lucy.

"Ok, let's go..." said Lisa firmly, it was an act but she figured Lucy could tell.

"What's in the bag?" asked Lucy as she began to pull away from the kerb, the engine purring.

Lisa reached into the bag and pulled out her a uniform cops belt, complete with holster, cuff pouch and slot for a nightstick. Lucy tried to focus as she imagined the cat suited Lisa wearing the belt and felt excitement forming below.

Lisa drew a nightstick from the bag and slid it into the holster of the belt then pulled out a water pistol and placed the muzzle against Lucy's ribs. Lucy was semi-relieved, this was a mix of a game and reality, firm, forced, yet fun and consensual.

Soon the pair were looking at the interior space of the garage level at Lucy's apartment, the elevator doorway invitingly close.

"We can pass for a fancy dress party, can't we?" Lisa teased.

Lucy glanced between the elevator door and Lisa.

"Can we?" Lucy asked innocently, feigning resistance.

Lisa paused....

"Lose the jeans and the top......and so will I" dared Lisa.

Soon the cat suited pair, cop and inmate were giggling in the elevator, Lisa reached around herself drawing the belt onto her waist, bag in hand. Lucy eagerly hit the button of the elevator and soon they were inside the apartment.

Lucy led the way and Lisa drew her nightstick out of its holster, teasingly catching Lucy on her orange spandex clad inner thigh causing her to yelp in surprise, rising on to her tip toes.

The tall spacious apartment with its high ceilings and timber pillars and floor gave more room to play than Lisa realised and she froze to the spot as with some quickened steps Lucy somersaulted forwards away putting distance between them.


Lisa blinked for a moment then reholstered her nightstick as she walked quickly across the open space where Lucy stood just behind a timber pillar.

"You minx!" Laughed Lisa as she tried to catch Lucy's wrist.

Lucy kept the pillar between them as the two circled it. Lisa realising the stalemate drew her water pistol and took aim provoking a "you wouldn't?!" gasp from Lucy.

PFFTPFFTPFFT

Three quick rounds of water caught Lucy square across her chest, a darkened orange wet track revealing the grouping of shots.

Lucy glanced down at her self, seeing the wet clingy material hug her chest only to see Lisa lunge from behind the pillar and grab at her wrist at full stretch.

"Gotcha" Lisa said with confidence only for Lucy to use a self defence move to break her hold.

Lucy, seeing Lisa stumbling off balance towards managed to side step letting the parody cop stumble by. Lisa was off balance and so Lucy managed to strike Lisa's behind before somersaulting again to put space between them.

"Did you just.....?" Lisa said without completing her sentence, rubbing her own behind.

Lucy responded with a cutesy wave which made Lisa more determined than ever. Pistol raised, Lisa closed in on Lucy who backed away before diving behind her sofa.

Lisa tiptoed up to the front of the sofa and so began the battle of wits, which side should they both go? Lisa decided to go to her left very slowly, pistol ready, and as she turned the corner Lucy was right there on all fours, taken by surprise.

"Ah.! Stay right there..." Lisa commanded, placing the water pistol against Lucy's neck.

The pair slowly rose to their feet until Lisa loomed over Lucy.

"You are a tough catch...." Lisa said as she teasingly trailed the muzzle of her water pistol down Lucy's neck and collarbone and over her breasts.

"You haven't caught me yet..." Lucy teased, waving her hands at Lisa.

Lisa drew the muzzle of her pistol back up Lucy's body, up her neck and rested the muzzle on Lucy's lips.

"Open..." Lisa said sternly as her free hand popped open her cuff pouch.

Lucy let out a moan as she relented a moment and opened her mouth, the barrel of the pistol carefully entering.

CRICKCRICK

Lucy's eyes widened as she heard the familiar sound of cuffs ratcheting open, Lisa's deft movement preparing to restrain her.

"Suck! My! Gun!...." Lisa said over the top of Lucy's moans. Lucy was loving the gunplay idea and she widened her mouth, taking in more of the fake weapon before sliding her lips back along the barrel.

With a quick motion Lisa clamped a cuff around Lucy's wrist provoking her eyes to widen again, her attention on the pistol faltering.

"Don't stop..." Lisa ordered as she clamped Lucy's other wrist.

Lucy lovingly mouth fucked the pistol, her eyes not leaving Lisa's who was totally getting off on Lucy's efforts.

Lisa slowly removed the pistol from Lucy's mouth and moved in for a kiss as she let the muzzle drag down Lucy's chest, circling a breast.

Kissed at gunpoint, Lucy was melting. Lower, lower the muzzle probed, gently skipping over her spandex clad belly button. Slowly turning Lucy's mind to orgasmic mush Lisa's tongue raided Lucy's mouth as she sensed the barrel of her pistol find its target.

Nestled between her labia, Lucy felt the slightly raised plastic 'iron sight' work the spandex into her crotch, her own juices gripping at the orange fabric. All Lucy could do was enjoy the probing kiss while the pistol teased her.

Lisa was ready to step up a gear, giving the hot Asian woman a gentle push back onto the sofa.

"Stay!" ordered Lisa as she glanced at her bag on the floor by the apartment door.

Lucy, cuffed in front had other ideas and raised her hands up and over behind her head, rifling through her hair the moment Lisa turned her back. Lisa had walked the length of the apartment, water pistol in holster to get her bag of tricks but by then the little hair clip hidden in Lucy's hair had been used to force open the handcuffs.


Lisa, prisoner transport belt in hand, spun around only to see Lucy missing from where she had been sat.

CRICKCRICK

Lucy somersaulted behind Lisa and with one quick movement cuffed one wrist.

"Jeezus..." Lisa exclaimed as the attack came from nowhere. She felt her gun get whipped out from its holster and then as her hand dropped to try and catch Lucy her other wrist got cuffed too but behind her back.

Lisa floundered a moment...."wait, how did...." she said dismayed.

"Didn't Selena tell you anything about me?" Lucy asked as she pointed the water pistol mischievously at Lisa.

"Obviously not enough" Lisa replied, impressed.

"You need to raise your game if you want to ....'catch' me.." Lucy teased as she glanced at the prisoner transport belt longingly.

Lisa grinned, she could see Lucy wanted it but now she was starting to understand Lucy's needs. If Lisa was going to be 'mistress' to this female Jason Bourne, this Kim Possible, she was going to have to really capture her.

"Ok, you win this round.." Lisa said, flexing in her cuffs.

"Yes...yes I do..." Lucy said with her mischievous tone aiming with the water pistol.

"Oh ...no.........Lucy...no...aarghhh......" Lisa said backing away just as Lucy let loose with the pistol.

The apartment filled with shrieks, laughter and the stomp of running feet as the handcuffed Lisa was shot mercilessly with the water pistol. The night would be filled with sensuous fun but for now it would be on Lucy's terms, not Lisa's.
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Holy crap, Im really sorry as there appears to have been a glitch with my postings, I somehow missed putting chapter 15 in. I've put it up where it belongs above chapter 16 and hopefully you'll now all be up to speed.

Apologies about that!

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CHAPTER XVII

Bobby Sanderson stared at the metal sample container on his little desk inside his corporate jet. He was now headed back to New York, his visit in LA cut slightly short by news of events in the North Sea.

The big TV with its matrix of feeds had one dominant story, the oil rig explosion, ticker tapes ran red on the bad news for his corporation. Bobby closed his eyes in meditation, what would it be like to do the unthinkable?

"Troubled.....brother?" whispered the voice in the dark corner of his mind.

"Shut up shut up shut up..." Bobby whimpered to himself.

He was torn, his beautiful empire was struggling and now he could see why, all those years ago when he saw the green lights in the sky he and his sister had somehow become linked. Every time his sister did wicked things to other people he became rich, and now she was in jail.

"That's right, brother....." confirmed the voice.

Mike could save him though, he was sharp and was great at marshalling money and resources when times were tough. He would help clear up the mess so Bobby could work his magic again.

"Do you really believe that......" Kimberly whispered.

"I told you to shut up Kim" Bobby grunted to himself.

"Doctor Matthews trusted you, didn't she? Told you what it could do, and you have the chains.." Kimberly continued.

Now the voice, his sister, was urging him to join up the dots, the resources available to him. She just wanted to make someone 'pretty' , and she had someone in mind, someone who wouldn't die, someone.....super.

"Give me the green dust, brother, and I can make her just weak enough......she will be my tapestry and you will be rich beyo..." Kim teased.

"Ok ok ok..... I'll do it ......just shut up ....." Bobby sobbed, almost distraught.

Bobby opened his eyes, his mind clear.


"What was that guys name.....Westland....." Bobby said as he raided his contacts list.

Bobby hit dial on his phone and waited.

Retired Major Thomas R Westland, had served with various special forces units and upon retirement had founded a 'private security' company, however this usually manifested itself as being mercenaries for hire. Bobby's corporation often crossed paths with the defence industry and the two men had known each other for a long time. The two trusted one another but what Bobby was about to ask might test the relationship.

"Hey.........it's me, Bob... ........Oh sure........it was one heck of a golf game wasn't it... ..listen I....have a proposition...... ..do you have a scrambler system there?"

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There was darkness, silence, peace and then gently the void was filled....

"Troubled, sister?" asked a voice in the darkness.

"Why are you in my head, Bobby....?" whimpered Kimberly.

"Don't you miss it.....sister?" Bobby hissed.

"Yes, but the screams....I had to stop them......" Kimberly whimpered.

"Bring me some luck, and I can help you......." Bobby's voice urged.

"You can't help me....." Kimberly said doubtfully.

"But I've found a way, sister.....a special plaything....and a special place...." teased Bobby.

"How......who........?" Kimberly asked, a sense of hope in her voice.

"The great Blue and Red....that Super blond haired, blue eyed Girl..." Bobby said.

"No, no....too strong..... I can't ...." Kimberly whimpered again in her half dream state.

"I have something to help you....it will make her weak....bring me some luck and I will show you....." Bobby's voice explained.

"But.....I am here...you can't help me...." Kimberly moaned.

"We are coming, sister...and then you will make her suffer...." Said Bobby sinisterly.

"If what you say is true then......good luck, brother" Kimberly said, her clenched up eyes watering with tears.

Kimberly opened her eyes suddenly. She was in the showers, water raining over her. Kimberly looked down and saw an inmate on the floor, naked, her throat beneath Kimberly's foot, she was still and lifeless.

Kimberly had killed again, Bobby's luck was about to change.
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CHAPTER XVIII

Selena swiped away at her tablet studying the images one by one, a slow smile forming behind her cup of coffee as she drifted away for a moment, imagining what it meant. The lovely Miss Asia had been 'sexting' with Lisa it seemed, the orange parody prison costume did seem to do Lucy justice though.

Selena of course had her ways of intercepting those images, particularly as she had been quite specific about setting up their phones. Each time a phone was unlocked an image was grabbed of the person holding the phone, a matter of safety and security, intercepting other images was just a bonus.

Selena glanced up from her table and saw her contact approach nervously. His name, Andrew, his problem, a woman, blackmail, a baby, and a loving wife who so far didn't know.

"Are.....are you.....'Miss Smith' ...?" Blubbed Andrew.

Selena rolled her eyes....."SIT, Andrew." she said firmly.

"Oh yes....of course....." stammered the early thirty something man as he took to his seat, prompting a waitress to arrive.

"Coffee please" asked Andrew and she promptly left.

"So you spoke to her?" Selena said curtly.

"Yes, I told her what you told me to say.....she.....she was angry but, she went away..." Andrew seemed embarrassed, nervous yet relieved, all at the same time.

"Good, now take these...." Selena said passing over an envelope full of papers. "This details their scam, she has acted as surrogate mother three times now. She gets paid well, but as a bonus she ends up in bed with some young man like you. Claims you are the father...." Selena continued.

"But the clinic....." Andrew stammered.

"Oh yes, she takes you to her chosen clinic who offer to do a DNA test of the child in the womb while testing for defects....the same clinic managing her surrogacy ... and surprise surprise you are the father... It is a scam..." Selena said firmly.

"Oh thank god..." Andrew said jubilantly.

"If you hadn't have come to me you would have been paying for a child that wasn't yours for eighteen years, or else she would have exposed your infidelity to your wife." Selena said. Andrew had been unfaithful but the child really wasn't his.

"So...wha...what do you want in return?" Andrew asked, realising he may have only jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

"The price is cheap Andrew, here is a list of fifty people, dates of birth, account numbers, card numbers......" Selena said passing a pen drive to the young man.

"I...I don't understand...." Andrew stammered.

"You work at a payment processing hub, do you not...I want alerts whenever any of those people use their cards....understand?" Selena said calmly.

"Yes.....I....I can do that......they....they aren't anything like....the president or..." Andrew asked nervously.

"Don't worry.....the people on the list are of little concern to most people..some I need to protect....people like you....and others are people that we need protecting from..." Selena explained.

"Oh...ok......I....I can do that......." Andrew said as his coffee arrived.

Andrew picked up his coffee and slurped nervously.

"Andrew?" Selena said.

"Yes..what...?" Andrew asked.

"GO" Selena said quite strongly.

"Oh... yes....of course..." Andrew said stealing one last mouthful of coffee before leaving.

Selena watched Andrew leave happy in the knowledge that another little information source would be helping her. Now she turned her attention to her friends in New York. Opening her video phone app she decided she would call....

Selena chuckled to herself....she decided she would call Lucy.

BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP

Far away in New York Lucy rolled over in her bed and grabbed at her phone.

"Oh Jeezus, it's The Broker..." Lucy exclaimed, hauling herself upright, supporting herself with pillows.

"Well, best answer her then..." Lisa said.

Lucy quickly finger combed her hair and prayed the resolution of the camera and the lighting of the room would hide her true state.

Lucy tapped a key and Selena appeared on her screen looking radiant.

"Broker, good morning....." Lucy said with amazing confidence.

"Lucy...good morning.... I trust everything is ok..." Selena teased.

"Yes, everything is good.......is is there anything I can do for you....?" Lucy asked.

"Oh yes, you can tell Lisa I saw her message and will investigate the oil rig incident out of curiosity..." Selena said with a smile.

"Oh ok....is.....is she not answering your calls?" Lucy said in confusion, Selena could have called Lisa directly.

"Lucy, the mere fact that you were able to answer my call tells me that Lisa probably cannot" Selena said with a wicked smile.

Selena laughed as Lucy bit her bottom lip wide eyed, glancing away to her side. Lucy and Lisa both suspected that Selena knew the true state of affairs.

"Oh...hi....Broker...." Lisa said meekly off screen.

"I can tell you are probably a little tied up at the moment....enjoy your weekend...I'll be in touch when I know more about Victor Reeves and the oil rig." Selena said.

"Yes Broker...." Lucy and Lisa replied in unison.

BWEEWOOO

The call ended and the women laughed.

Lucy rolled over and planted a strong kiss on Lisa's lips then kicked off the duvet covers revealing the situation beneath.

Lucy, naked save for her bullet necklace had used Lisa's own prisoner transport belt against her. Lisa was handcuffed to her prisoner belt in her parody cop catsuit, a chain running down to her cuffed ankles. Lisa had been tormented by Lucy's Hitachi wand during the previous nights fun, forced to cum repeatedly and her spandex covered crotch revealed how she had defiled her uniform. Now a forced orgasm belt held the domed head of the silent, waiting Hitachi which was held firmly against Lisa's pussy.

Lucy's index finger stroked the Hitachi, gently gliding over the controls, up and down, over the dome, threatening to find Lisa's clit then back to the controls.

"Oh...not again..." Lisa moaned as her head flopped back.

Lucy smiled wickedly, only from her defeat would Lisa learn the path to victory. Powering on the Hitachi Lucy mounted her prone friend forcing their pussy's together around the Hitachi.

"Oh god.... you just wait........" moaned Lisa.

"I have been waiting....,, " Lucy said, her hands seeking Lisa's nipples within the catsuit.

"I'm sorry I've been a dissap.....oh this is evil....." Lisa struggled to say as she began to cream her costume again.

"You've not disappointed me at all..... you keep learning....maybe next time you'll get me... but for now Cop, you're mine...."Lucy said, gripping Lisa's nipples as her cum oozed over the wand and onto Lisa's crotch.
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The story is coming together. This is basically what I am understanding:

1) A symbiotic linking of a brother and sister caused by Kryptonite
2) Our favorite blonde in the short red skirt accepting her secret S&M desires
3) The above mentioned sister is a pyscopath, that need a plaything that won't 'break'
4) The above mentioned brother needs his sister, due to his business is failing,
5) The sister need the brother because she is in jail and he has 'unbreakable' chains and Kryptonite.
6) There are forces working to destroy the brother's business
7) A cop which seems to have stumbled onto a clue that the fire was deliberate.
8) The cop has a girlfriend that seems very good at escaping.
9) An existing relationship between the Broker and the girls.

Will be interesting seeing it all tie together.
I am loving the suspense.
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ksire_99 wrote:The story is coming together. This is basically what I am understanding:

1) A symbiotic linking of a brother and sister caused by Kryptonite
2) Our favorite blonde in the short red skirt accepting her secret S&M desires
3) The above mentioned sister is a pyscopath, that need a plaything that won't 'break'
4) The above mentioned brother needs his sister, due to his business is failing,
5) The sister need the brother because she is in jail and he has 'unbreakable' chains and Kryptonite.
6) There are forces working to destroy the brother's business
7) A cop which seems to have stumbled onto a clue that the fire was deliberate.
8) The cop has a girlfriend that seems very good at escaping.
9) An existing relationship between the Broker and the girls.

Will be interesting seeing it all tie together.
I am loving the suspense.
Hi Ksire,

1 - apparently yes but it will be explained in more detail at some point.
2 - yes - remember this story is a continuation of all that has come before in the other stories. Selena stole the heroines innocence in The Brokers Revenge but the heroine has tamed the spiteful villain, and slowly they have been drawing closer and closer.
3 - apparently yes
4 - apparently yes
5 - apparently yes -
6 - yes - this will be explained soon.
7 - yes, she suspects those trades were keying in on there being good then bad news.
8 - yes - Lucy, the party girl has her past when she was only known as Miss Asia, a former mercenary operative, see as far back as Seeds Of Deception, or at least Reap As You Sow.
9 - yes - you meet Lisa in The Get-Away, but she makes a cameo in Reap As You Sow, see if you can spot her. Lucy appears as in 8, Lucy and Lisa meet at the end of Reap As You Sow.

thank you so much for your feedback, and thank you for "getting it", you've single-handedly convinced me that there are some readers who like this type of story ! After 18 chapters I was wondering if anyone was interested LOL
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Abductorenmadrid wrote:
ksire_99 wrote:The story is coming together. This is basically what I am understanding:

1) A symbiotic linking of a brother and sister caused by Kryptonite
2) Our favorite blonde in the short red skirt accepting her secret S&M desires
3) The above mentioned sister is a pyscopath, that need a plaything that won't 'break'
4) The above mentioned brother needs his sister, due to his business is failing,
5) The sister need the brother because she is in jail and he has 'unbreakable' chains and Kryptonite.
6) There are forces working to destroy the brother's business
7) A cop which seems to have stumbled onto a clue that the fire was deliberate.
8) The cop has a girlfriend that seems very good at escaping.
9) An existing relationship between the Broker and the girls.

Will be interesting seeing it all tie together.
I am loving the suspense.
Hi Ksire,

1 - apparently yes but it will be explained in more detail at some point.
2 - yes - remember this story is a continuation of all that has come before in the other stories. Selena stole the heroines innocence in The Brokers Revenge but the heroine has tamed the spiteful villain, and slowly they have been drawing closer and closer.
3 - apparently yes
4 - apparently yes
5 - apparently yes -
6 - yes - this will be explained soon.
7 - yes, she suspects those trades were keying in on there being good then bad news.
8 - yes - Lucy, the party girl has her past when she was only known as Miss Asia, a former mercenary operative, see as far back as Seeds Of Deception, or at least Reap As You Sow.
9 - yes - you meet Lisa in The Get-Away, but she makes a cameo in Reap As You Sow, see if you can spot her. Lucy appears as in 8, Lucy and Lisa meet at the end of Reap As You Sow.

thank you so much for your feedback, and thank you for "getting it", you've single-handedly convinced me that there are some readers who like this type of story ! After 18 chapters I was wondering if anyone was interested LOL

Thanks for the tips. I am going back and seeing if I can guess what is going to happen next.
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Hi all,

this is a bit of a busy chapter, I hope you can take it. Ive also tried to do something different here and created a 'movie' feel by offering you a mental sound track. In the story Selena chooses to listen to the music and I kind of imagined it being present in all the different scenes, a bit arty maybe but I hope you like it, especially imagine it all happening in that slow-mo-no-dialogue style.

I wouldnt expect you to listen to the music in its entirety, and I know the duration wont match your reading speeds but there are some good moments where the music really fits the mood of whats going on. Id at least like you to listen to the introduction of each movement, and Ive indicated where it appears against each mini-chapter title.

The piece of music ? It is Mozart's Requiem and the version I used to refer to can be seen on youtube here.

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CHAPTER XIX

Selena settled herself on her hotel room bed and flipped open her laptop, logged into her secure network and began to interrogate her mainframe. She took a slow deep breath and then began her work, Victor Reeves, former stockbroker, now cold corpse on the marble slab of some mortuary had been up to something and she was intrigued to find out what. What would focus her mind now would be some music, a classic.

"Ah yes" she thought ....

# Mozart's Requiem K.626 #

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INTROITUS 1:16

#The strings of the violin started the piece, their somber pace only lifted by the clarinets then the powerful brass ..... 'Requiem' said the male voices mournfully, - The Mass for the Dead .. Victor Reeves ..Stockbroker ....#

Selena began mining the data, the SEC held his registration, his trading histories, volume data, accounts,everything. Selena couldn't see anything unusual going on there though, the SEC certainly weren't looking at him very closely. He had some positions open, mostly bluechip companies though , and there didn't seem to be any pattern in his buying or selling. Perhaps Mr Reeves had just been lucky ?

Selena paused,

# A beautiful soprano voice carried through a solo before the male voices began to do their round against their female counterparts.#

Selena began the painstaking task of trying to match his buying patterns to 'news', perhaps there was something to his predictive powers she couldn't see by his buying and selling alone. Gradually she tried to form an effective search filter and let the program fly to see what she could find.

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KYRIE 5:51

#The baritones sounded out their deep tones as the the short staccato notes of the sopranos urged them on, the sense of an impending crescendo immediately obvious #

The loading dock security shutter opened and the catering supply truck began to back itself in, the reversing horn beeping as the driver skillfully approached the raised unloading platform adjacent to the kitchen section of the prison.

PPPSSSSSST

The pneumatic brakes hissed loudly as the lorry came to a halt and the engine shut off. The driver athletically dropped out the tractor unit to the floor and climbed up the steps of the dock, clipboard in hand as a prison guard approached.

"Hi" said the baseball cap wearing driver.

"Hey .... you're late .... you know you're meant to be here between two and three right ..." the guard said gruffly.

"Yeah there was a hold up on the highway, some accident or something ..." the driver replied.

"Sure ... anyway ... where's the regular guy ....." The guard said as he took the clipboard and glanced it over. The paperwork looked in order and the ID badge the driver had seemed ok on first inspection.

"I don't know, I was asked to do the run last minute ..." the driver said as he began to remove the locks from the big rear door, sliding the large single latch undone.

"OK, lets see what you've ..." the guard began.

CLICKITY-CLICKITY-CLICKITY-CLICK

# The drums punctuated the moment as the guard began to convulse wildly and stumbled forward into the back of the truck. Now out of sight the driver ducked inside behind him and the music faded #

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DIES IRAE 8:22

# Like the anguished cries of angels the women's chorus broke into frightful song. 'Dies Irae' they shrilled - Judgement Day, the string section working like it was conducted by the devil himself.#

Kara stopped dead in her track hundreds of feet above the warm pacific waters. The island that lay ahead had been transformed from an idyllic paradise into a living hell. The volcano situated at the northern end of the island had been dormant for eighty years but now it was an angry death spitting monster. The horizon was aglow as the the orange bubbling mist forming at the mouth of the crater threatened to spill out over the top.

Kara seeing the true danger flew with urgency and closed the distance quickly. She could perceive the heat even though it didn't bother her, the main focus was on the civilians below and how to keep them safe. She needed to formulate a plan, should she try and quell the volcano or try and mitigate its affect on the people to the south ?

To quell a volcano .... how ? There would be millions of gallons of molten rock in the hollow peak, throwing water at it would probably create super heated steam. Her mind recalled a time when a steel mill suffered a grave accident, molten metal poured onto water causing an explosion. Perhaps a plug of rock ? That could be risky too, stop pressure escaping in one place and cause it to build up somewhere else, somewhere unseen, somewhere dangerous.

# The bass notes of the male choir arguing with the angelic sopranos, the violins tumbled frantically through their notes as the devil drove them on #

Kara decided, mother nature wasn't going to be stopped, but delayed. For all her strength and powers she knew that the volcano couldn't be stopped, she would have to try and minimize its effects instead. A channel of larva had already begun to breach the south side of the volcano and a river of hot glowing death oozed downhill.

While appearing slow, the flow was deceptive, it would be less than an hour before it reached the edges of the villages downhill. Kara decided to act, with a quick glance to check the way was clear Kara focused her attention on the ground and let loose with her heat vision, she was going to carve a channel in the ground towards the east, to the coastline and divert the flow.

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TUBA MIRUM 10:08

# A sole brass trombone confidently played as a bass sang like he was lecturing the listener, 'Tuba Mirum' he sang. The horn followed with him and it seemed to Selena like they were trying to tell her a story, just as the data should #

Selena breathed gently, vexed by Victor Reeves, yet reassured by the music she would find the truth. Victor Reeves had occasionally had struck gold, sometimes getting involved in stocks before 'something' happened but nothing like the extremes of an oil rig blowing up. It bothered Selena that the buy, sell then short was so wonderfully timed though, there had to be more, surely?

# The tenor stepped in, interrupting the flow of the music urging Selena to think of another route to the truth #

Who would gain ? Perhaps the answers she needed lay at the other end of the chain, was he trading his own money, other peoples, who were his clients? Selena stopped her system running any more news analysis, it was time to start over, she was going to follow all the money, everywhere if need be.

# A quartet of voices were singing almost as if they were singularly giving heartfelt advice as the orchestra followed them with a warm melody#

Selena smiled at the timing, it was almost as if the voices singing in the long dead language agreed this was the right thing to do.

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REX TREMENDAE 13:15

# Strings and brass led out with a business like style, 'We are here !!' they said. Their short articulate notes were almost like words clearly spoken until the shrill cry of 'REX!' , 'KING!' #

The black clad assault team, gas masks on, poured from the back of the catering supply truck and stormed into the soft underbelly of the prison, the kitchen loading dock and the kitchens themselves.

Inside the truck a technician glanced occasionally at the disabled prison guard while managing the hack of the wireless camera feed network. He allowed himself a light laugh as he watched the control room continue on, business as usual, while on another set of screens he played "spot the difference" , the real situation, men gassed and falling to the ground, while the substituted feed showed all was well.

# The women's choir let out a calming phrase, the violins speaking for them as the women took breath before the males replied. The violins, like butterfly wings carried the voices until they faded out #

"Its good to be King of the network !" thought the hacker as he prepared another fake streaming loop of footage to mask the progress of the assault team.

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RECORDARE 15:25

#Woodwinds led the strings into a moment of quiet contemplation, the mood thoughtful but light, the violins gently encouraging the heroine on her way#

Kara was carving a channel into the earth, this was going to be her firebreak, the first line of defense in what was going to be the ground war of the battle. In the distance the volcano rumbled again a slow rising column of ash threatening to obscure the might of the sun.

The blond heroine put the volcano our of her mind and renewed her efforts trying to keep her line efficient, the direct route not always the best route, she wanted to keep her route as downhill as possible. Slowly the background noise faded from her mind, she was focused, she was driven, she was Super.

# The gentle dancing of the violins was like the flow of lava as it sloshed into the freshly gouged out channel of earth #

Behind her the channel was already starting to accept its first delivery of white hot molten rock which hissed angrily as it touched fallen leaves and grass, instantly incinerating everything in its path.

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CONFUTATIS MALEDICTIS 20:09

#Strong angry male voices boomed over the heavy drums in dramatic revelation - Selena had found something ! #

Selena had made progress, some of the more, should we say, 'lucky trades' had been executed in favor of a charity. The odd thing was, some of these opportunities could have been worth oh so much more yet they had held back. Selena was tracking down that charity now but her mind contemplated the lack of greed on Victor's part. Some of these trades could have been worth a fortune yet .... hmmm.

Happy that there was at least some merit to the idea that the oil platform incident could have at least been foreseen, that perhaps it wasn't an accident, Selena began to analyze all the information she could get on the incident. She wasn't aware of any chatter on the grid about terrorism or any specific criminal activity, no industrial espionage or sabotage, so what was going on?

# The battle between the voices of the angry men and the soothing women raged as Selena sought to order her thoughts #

Eyes closed, Selena emptied her mind, there was more to this than just getting money, or manipulating share prices, there was a hidden motive, and the motive was shaping all that was happening.

# Gentle angelic voices quenched the anger, the quiet violins and their trios of short fired notes soothed the calming voices passage to the end #

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LACRIMOSA 22:22

#The haunting paired notes of the violins introduced the heavenly voices, 'Lacrimosa' cried the woman's choir which began to climb through the range of their voices #

The 'network king' clicked away at his equipment in the truck as the assault team had begun to wreak havoc inside the prison. The South Wing had been cunningly carved off from the rest of the prison, video reality had been substituted for video trickery, guards lay unconscious and prisoners roared in delight in their cells.A shower of flaming toilet rolls littered the floor of the wing as the assault team made their way to the higher security area.

Watching carefully on the feed, the 'network king' decided it was time to cause some disruption elsewhere and shut down the video to the West Wing. He had to be subtle, he didn't want to create a total lock down, just divert resources elsewhere. Soon enough some of the reserves had been diverted away from their patrol and had massed at the edge of the compromised West Wing, warily waiting to have sufficient numbers before entering the blind spot of the surveillance system.

The assault squad stacked up by a door that lead to the secure wing and opened it using the swipe card of a downed guard. They were close, the target was here, Kimberly Sanderson.

# 'Lacrimosa' sang the choir solemnly, the ghostly like melody of the violins continued, the mixed voices of the choir inspiring and emotionally rousing#

Storming into the last zone, a group of gas grenades led the charge followed by the PHUT PHUT PHUT of non-lethal pepper spray paint balls as the remaining guards fell to the ground, taken completely unawares.

A cell door was released and two of the masked men entered ...

Kimberly stood against the back wall of her cell, unsurprised at her rescue, she knew in her heart it was coming. Her eyes were on fire but she didn't care, she stood their sinisterly, muscular arms folded, her clean shaven head slightly glistening with sweat.

"That's her ..." confirmed one man to the other as they begun to quickly get a gas mask over her head.

# Rising to a crescendo, the eerie violins, their pairs of broadly stroked notes with the strident brass brought the movement to an end ...'Amen' cried the voices reverently as the movement ended #

"Amen, my brother" hissed Kimberly

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DOMINE JESU 25:12

# Rousing, almost celebratory, the playful singing and music introduced the piece before turning almost demonic for a few moments #

Selena was rifling through hundreds of file photos, some from AP and GETTY, some were on local Scottish news, some from the UK's BBC News. She had seen something, she wasn't sure if it was of who she thought it was though ....

Clicking and clicking Selena searched and searched until ...

# As an image appeared on the screen, the male choir broke out into demonic incantations supported by the organ as if the devil himself appeared causing the sopranos to shrill in surprise #

"There you are ...... I know you ....." said Selena, not knowing if to celebrate her discovery like the happier voices in the music or to be worried by the demonic tone the piece had taken.

The man in the photo was Mr Nordic, she had seen him aboard the plane while she had helped plant the Seeds of Deception many many weeks ago. The scene in the photo was a hospital, survivors from the accident were being taken in to the Emergency department yet it seemed Mr Nordic was caught in the photo as he was leaving.

"What were you doing there .... did you cause this accident ?" Selena wondered. If The Resolution had been hired to blow something up she would have thought she would have picked it up already, and she knew they wouldn't be working off the books. Whoever hired them wasn't a heavy hitter else Selena would have noticed, whoever this was had money but ...

"No casualties ...." Selena thought to herself.

It would be tough to carry out an order like 'no casualties' blowing up an oil rig, someone had a heart and a wallet to act out its desires. Again there seemed to be some odd agenda, a hidden motive, if you're going to blow it up for some share deal just blow it up. Casualties would only serve to drive the price even lower making a bigger win on that lucrative financial bet.

# The sopranos sang happily, Selena was on the right track, but the deep angry tones of the male choir and the strident final notes of the horns said she had to keep looking elsewhere as the passage of music came to an end #

Selena wondered if the benefactor of Victors share dealings was the answer. It was a charity, someone was trying to do good, by doing bad, if that really was what was going on. That would explain someones careful vandalism of the oil platform.

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HOSTIAS 28:45

#The warm tones of the violins led the piece followed by calming lullaby tones of the female chorus as they introduced the piece #

Kara admired her work, the white hot river of death had been diverted away from the nearby villages, the hot molten rock slowly began to disperse like tar as it flowed into the sea.If things stayed as they were then at least this part of the battle was contained. Kara noted that Visibility was dropping as day was being dragged kicking and screaming into the night by the ever climbing tower of volcanic ash. For her this wasn't a problem, for everyone else though it might make escape difficult.

Ascending high into the air Kara surveyed the battlefield, her keen eyes making out the columns of people walking towards safety with the occasional vehicle passing by. The island was mostly cast into shadow and the heroine attempted to blow the dust away and unobscure the sun. The cloud however wasn't co-operating and just swirled around her efforts. Kara cursed at herself seeing her attempts fail and returned closer to the ground.

Scanning with her vision she began to sweep over the areas in the front line of danger. Back and forth she flew and then saw the small building with occupants inside. She set down by the door and noted that inside was an adult woman unconscious on the floor, two infants nearby.

Kara gently forced the door and entered. It seemed that some debris had fallen through the roof and had knocked the woman to the ground. Kara glanced around her and noted the free standing steel bath tub in the small area made into a bathroom. Kara lifted the tub and moved it into the living area then carefully placed the woman inside. The two children were screaming their unhappiness but were quickly stunned into silence as Kara lifted them into the tub with their mother and took them out the doorway.

Kara winked as the children began to comprehend the reality of the situation, the ground now passing by beneath them. Kara flew up along the column of people to the head of the line and saw a light military presence starting to form up to receive survivors. White Land Rovers carrying a red cross on their side had begun to dispatch their medics and Kara set herself down amongst them. Two medics dashed to the heroine and glanced inside the tub before signalling the thumbs up.

#The soothing lullaby that played as the medics attended to the injured woman was quickly overrun by the strong male voices as the horns blasted their ominous chords ...#

Kara glanced back at the volcano, its growling bubbling innards growing ever angrier. Kara knew in her heart the battle had barely got started.


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SANCTUS 32:40

# With grace and majesty the orchestra began, the chant of 'Sanctus' ran over the top of the regal sounding score - the choir of angels adoringly welcomed their fallen bringer of death into the light #

The black clad assault team burst from the kitchen storeroom doorway, the cloud of smoke billowing out with them. In the center of the group the orange jumpsuited Kimberly stepped into the fresh air, the first time she had tasted freedom in months.

Peeling the mask from her face she found herself being led into the back of the catering truck, stepping over the unconscious guard. With a wicked smile Kimberly let a lazy foot catch the prone man in the ribs. The 'network king' decided it was time to leave one last present for the totally unaware control room guards and rerouted their feeds so they merely received a feed of themselves watching themselves.

A black clad man dragged the prone guard onto the loading dock before returning while the driver resealed the truck, closing the assault team inside.

"Go go go go ....." called out a voice.

# The male voices supported by their female counterparts sang in congratulations like it was a glorious celebration - they had pulled it off - Kimberly had escaped #

The engine started, the brakes hissed and then the vehicle pulled away.

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BENEDICTUS 34:05

# With a fancy introduction, the violins sounded like a doting mother explaining the birds and the bees, the soprano following in the same friendly vein #

Selena had been tracking down the benefactors of Victor Reeves fortuitous trading and finally had it. "The Victim's Voice", a support charity, it provided care, counseling, legal assistance and all manner of help to the family of victims who had fallen prey to one Kimberly Sanderson, The Tattoo Parlor Slasher, The Body Mod Monster.

"Oh my god ...." Selena said aloud.

#'Benedictus' sang the quartet in such a kind parental way, it was as if they were saying ... 'Now you understand?' as the horns with their rousing score hinted .... 'yes so that must mean....? '#

The threads were barely meeting in the middle but she could see it, someone had tried to set up the share trade, then had blown up the rig to capitalize on the deal. Even better, this was an attack on Kimberly's brother, Bobby whose corporation owned the rig. Selena remembered how powerful the hunger of revenge really was, it was strong, potentially corrupting.

Selena clapped her hands together "Ha! Now I'm getting somewhere !"

# The chorus broke out into celebratory song, the orchestra followed, the strings playing with joy and then the piece ended #

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AGNUS DEI 39:20

#The horns sounded forlorn, the violins despondent as the drum marked the pace of a funeral march.....'Agnus Dei' chanted the mournful chorus, they called for a sacrificial lamb#

Kara's heart sank with dread. She was the immovable object, the pyroclastic cloud that exploded from the south flank of the volcano, the unstoppable force. The cloud, composed of dense choking gasses and unbreathable fine dust was for a moment frozen in time by Kara's unblinking eye.

"oh my god ...." Kara said to herself.

# The momentarily rapid beating of the drum mimicked the heroines heart #

This is what she had been dreading, the hot dense nebulous cloud was a high speed wall of death. Such clouds flowed like avalanches, their densities so great they could sweep trees from their paths. The gaseous wall would break over Kara untroubled, like a tidal wave over a pebble. How can you block the path of a gas with mere limbs, super-powered or not. She could try and divert the cloud with a lung full of effort, but, what was a few litres of air, superchilled, superheated, or superfast, compared to the thousands of tonnes of material flowing her way?

# 'Agnus Dei' begged the chorus - urging the heroine to do something - anything #

Her mind quickly considered what to do, like the channel she had carved into the ground she needed an air channel to draw the cloud into. This was going to need a gargantuan effort, maybe the ultimate effort.

Kara blinked, the cloud resumed moving in super slow motion as she launched herself at full speed into the fray. Curving her flight path Kara began to fly in a a large conical pattern, her cloak and skirt protesting the high g-forces. Creating a pocket of twisting air the negative pressure inside the vortex began to tug at the cloud drawing it slightly upwards.

"This ..... this could work ....." Kara said to herself.

# 'Agnus Dei' sang the chorus, as the sacrificial lamb ascended, the wall of death drawing towards her, the strained notes of the violins chasing her upwards to dizzying heights #

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COMMUNIO 42:35

#The violins returned to where they had began as the soprano marked the beginning of the end before the confident strings lifted the entire chorus..the final celebration of Victor Reeves#

"Where are you taking me ?" Asked Kimberly.

"Somewhere safe ..." replied a skin-headed mercenary.

"Define safe ....." she hissed.

The mercenary smiled knowingly in reply...."Your brother will explain everything ...."

# The tempo changed, the male and female voices with their short punchy notes, the busy strings chasing them as the angry horns interrupted where they could #

Kimberly scowled back, no longer a prisoner of the system she was now a prisoner of her brother.

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Selena flinched, she had been so engaged with the music that as the final passage of her live recording ended the applause of the audience took her by surprise.

She had been composing a message to Lucy and Lisa, she had answers for them. While she didn't think the murder was any more than unlucky coincidence it seemed Victor Reeves had been making money for a charity which had on several occasions capitalized on Bobby Sanderson's misfortune. The money he was making on those trades had been helping the family's of victims of Bobby's sister.

They needed to find the origin of Victor's information, perhaps someone at the charity would know? Time to hand this case back to her duo of misfits in New York and let Kara check out the oil rig to see if there was anything more to the story.

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Kara was exhausted, the pyroclastic cloud had been drawn to the heavens, furious bolts of lightning cracked all around her as the static discharge between air, the now cooling hot gas and dust sought to discharge itself. Far below the wind had been sucked in from all around carrying the cloud of death out of harms way although the escaping people found themselves in winds rivaling a good storm. Trees were still swaying as the moist coastal air seemed to fill the void.

Kara was falling, her strength gone but recovering as she continued to drop but she was at peace, she wasn't afraid. Breathing gently in, gently out, she felt her weakness ebb away, the rushing air which whistled past her ears slowing as she approached the ground. Slower, slower she literally found her self coming to a slow controlled stop, inches from the ground, Agnus Dei - the sacrificial lamb had been spared today.

Looking up it was as if a nuclear weapon had gone off, the normally ground hugging cloud had reached high into the atmosphere thanks to her efforts and the high speed, high altitude winds had started to scatter the dangerous cloud causing an ominous mushroom effect way up high.

For now the volcano was toothless, it had fired its main arsenal of weapons and for the moment, Kara was the victor.
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In the world of heroine peril, be it videos or written fiction, it's always valuable to see those times when the heroine is actually at her best, doing those things that make her a superheroine. Admittedly it's much harder to achieve it in a video since it eats up budget and isn't what most fans are watching or reading for; most keying in on the peril aspect instead.

However, your recent chapters have reminded me of the importance of showing off those powers that make her special. And you do it so well that you have inspired me to put more of that into my own work going forward so thank you for that, AEM.

I have always concentrated more on the psychological aspects that constitute a heroic character but portraying the physical aspects will be added to my writing palette.
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Yes sadly in this Broker series my heroine hasn't received much love in terms of showing her off. Then she got to perform a bit in Reap as You Sow near the end, blocking sniper bullets, and now here. This series has been more about the relationships which were already damaged leading to the revenge story.

Perhaps if you like 'upping' the heroine before defeating her you'd like my WW:Wastes of the Gods story ? I've got another adventure in mind for her once I've concluded this story.
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CHAPTER XX

Mike Loughlan stared vacantly at the ticker tape as it passed along the bottom of the screen. The news was out, Kimberly Sanderson was free, a fugitive on the run.

"I don't fucking believe it" he growled before turning off the TV and throwing the remote angrily at the other end of the sofa.

"How the fuck is she out ?" He shouted out loud again as he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "What the fuck are they running there, I've seen kindergartens more secure than that.....Jeezus fucking Christ."

His mind ran in circles, had Bobby busted out his sister? There hadn't been much coverage about what had actually happened but from what he had heard it seemed it had been a very professional job, which meant expensive.

It was late Saturday evening, the last time Mike spoke with Bobby was Friday evening on his return from LA. They had spoken briefly about strategies for Monday, satisfied that at least the PR machine had got the fallout of the oil rig accident under control.

Only now did Mike second guess himself, had Bobby shown any signs that he hadn't picked up on ?

Mike considered the consequences, if Kim was out then what did it ....

"Oh no...." Mike said, his stomach doing a somersault as he realised the truth.

Rising from the sofa he walked purposefully to his den and sat himself at his desk and turned on the screen of his computer. While his computer began to awaken Mike poured himself a whisky from a decanter on his desk into a short glass.

"Come on, come on, be there......please be there...." Mike prayed.

Mike clicked away with his mouse, searching, searching.

"Oh no no no no no.....NOOOO" raged Loughlan.

On his screen the share account revealed the truth, an account that should have been loaded with cash ready to tidy up a short position remained at the same low amount it had been at the start of the week. The short position hadn't even been set up, no obligations were outstanding.

"Fuck, Victor.... what have you been doing?" Mike fumed but he had guessed something would be wrong.

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Bobby Sanderson looked out across the dark New York skyline from his penthouse apartment, his forehead resting on the glass in contemplation.

"What have I done?" he wondered.

"The right thing, my brother....." Kimberly whispered from inside his head.

"The right thing? The selfish thing ...." Bobby thought.

"You will be rich beyond your wildest dreams.....you will own the world..." Kimberly said.

"And at what cost ...?" Bobby asked.

"Only her freedom, she will be mine forever....and who will miss her when the world is in your hands, my brother?" Kimberly teased.

"You are sure ?" Bobby wondered.

"You see it, don't you, the patterns, it's all on a knife edge.....you can win it all.." Said Kimberly, her voice fading.

"Yes, I've seen it..... I'll own all of it..." Bobby said bitterly. He knew winning big meant someone would lose big too.

By now Kimberly would be crossing the Atlantic with her escort and all her toys to be deposited in her secret hideout, unseen and un-discoverable, except by the one they wanted and for sure everything would be in place to start his killer move, luck would be on his side.

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On the other side of the city the darkened registered office of "The Victim's Voice" occasionally shone with the dancing light from a torch.

Inside the office, Lucy, torch between teeth raided filing cabinets looking for anything that would help them shed light on how their stock broker friend was doing the charity such good service.

"So, you wanted to know about how I ended up working for the Broker?" Said Lisa from her car into Lucy's little earbud.

"Hm huh" mumbled Lucy in reply.

"Well basically I had been kicked off the force and was doing the TSA gig when, out of the blue one day Selena shows up and says she can help me get my old job back if I help her but.... I can't remember what it was..." Lisa explained.

Lucy took her torch from her mouth and checked through some papers.

"Do you recall meeting a guy called McGee?" Lucy whispered. She recognised his footsteps through Lisa's story.

"Oh yeah he....umm...that's right...just before......" Lisa struggled, something didn't quite sit right with her recollections.

"I don't know how he does it but it's like he's a hypnotist or something...he makes you forget" Lucy whispered as she begun searching another file.

"What is it I've forgotten, Lucy?" Lisa asked, a little troubled by her memory gap.

"You helped make sure someone got through security to a plane that day" Lucy said just as her eyes widened, she had seen something.

"Yes, you said they were some sort of VIP or something, so who was it ?" Lisa said sitting upright in her seat, curious, nervous, excited.

"M - L " replied Lucy in surprise.

"Who?" Lisa replied as she saw the torchlight dance across the window,

"Oh, sorry, not that, well she normally wears red and blue....and a cape..." Said Lucy cryptically.

"You're kidding me.....what did I do, did I behave? " Lisa asked, stressed at what she might of done in the heroines presence.

"I don't know...you'll have to ask...anyway....how is it looking out there?" Lucy wondered.

"All clear so far....... so....how did you and the broker...you know...." asked Lisa as she glanced around again checking for signs of trouble.

"The truth is, after getting a raw deal from my real family, then my adopted family, and then being betrayed by my alleged brothers in arms she snapped me up. And that's when I died....." Lucy explained in as she searched more folders.

"You mean your necklace, the bullet" Asked Lisa.

"Uh huh.....my betrayers decided to have a sniper kill me...but I had the best vest you could imagine..." Lucy replied.

"What were you wearing, a concrete wall ?" Lisa mused, she remembered that the large caliber round had been rendered into a thin disc.

" It was 'her' that caught it.... I don't know what relationship they have but she and The Broker are... I don't know, involved together somehow. What I do know is that I have a new family now, you, McGee, The Broker, maybe even SG...." Lucy said.

"Yeah, I guess, as long as The Broker doesn't push me I'm comfortable with my arrangement with her....and I guess if Supe's is ok with what we are doing then I'm ok too." Lisa reasoned.

"Ok, I think I have a name but I don't know who it is...." Lucy declared quietly.

"Who is it, who was directing Victor ?" Asked Lisa as she glanced up at the office window across the street.

"I think it's someone called Mike Loughlan" Lucy said in a low whisper.
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CHAPTER XXI

The engineer punched through his calculations again: depths, distances, volumes, and densities. He had been given his instructions and he has going to carry them out to the letter even though they were unusual to him.

Reassured he had been correct with his figures from the start, he picked up his radio handset and spoke into it.
"Ok go... Open it up to minus five hundred then commence injection." he said, setting the handset down on his table.

Garbled chatter filled the air as the command was relayed down the chain of command.

Opening out a big rolled up chart the engineer studied the lay of the land with his expert eye. This was going to take a lot of product, luckily everything was in place or there wouldn't be enough time.

Garbled chatter from the radio resumed as the engineers makeshift office began to vibrate with the sound of machinery. Grabbing his radio again he waited until there was a break to speak, then gripped the 'push to talk' button.
"Good job, let me know when you're halfway in then I'll check the numbers..."

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Kimberly began to pop open the latches of various small metal cases, her eyes wide open. The Tattoo Parlour Slasher, The Body Mod Monster had her tools of the trade back and she glanced over them with wonderment. Another case had what she called her consumables and she took mental notes of what she had and how much she had of it.

Two mercenaries glanced at her from their seats in the plane: she was sinister, creepy and strange. They didn't know what to make of her and were glad that their leg of the journey with her would be over soon.
"Where is this other item I am meant to receive?" shouted Kimberly over the din of the aircraft.

"You'll get it at the handover for the final leg..." One of the mercenaries replied.

Kimberly merely glared in reply. She still didn't know where she was going. Bobby had yet to speak to her either, and now what she thought was meant to be a key part of his evil whisperings wasn't there.

"Soon, my sister, have patience..." whispered the voice in Kim's head.

"Don't fail me Bobby, I am defenceless...." Kim thought.

"You shall see..." the voice said as it faded away.

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Kara glanced across the small bay of the volcanic island. The two warships had anchored and already their smaller boats had disembarked to bring aid supplies ashore. A pair of helicopters, their cargo suspended from them in nets had begun to hover over makeshift helipads to place down their heavy loads.

Kara had helped setup the landing areas quickly and had even helped prepare a beach head for the anticipated arrival of the relief effort. Glancing at the helicopters she was inspired to do more and flew to one of the frigates moored off the beach.

Hovering above the helipad of the ship she was welcomed by smiling faces, a crewman with his lit batons jokingly guiding her in to land. Kara, unsure, set herself down and was approached by a young officer who could only think to salute before speaking.

"Umm, welcome aboard...compliments from the captain, he is on the bridge" said the young man.

"I err was wondering if I could lend a hand.." Kara said as she looked to shore, the helicopters placing down their loads.

"What do you suggest?" Replied the officer as he listened to chatter on his radio headset.

"Well....." began Kara.

Soon Kara had joined the supply effort, her hands gripping the lifting loop of a fully-ladened cargo net. Quickly she began to appreciate her mechanically-assisted flying friends. Their skill in lifting, transporting, then safely bringing to a halt their loads without them swinging around dangerously easily out-matched her early efforts. Despite that, her passage seemed effortless, her figure hugging suit showed off the subtle curved contours of her lightly muscled arms and you could tell she was barely troubled by the weight of her burden.

Kara recalled Selena's cautionary message as she was taught how Selena had learnt to rob her of her powers, to never underestimate the ingenuity of mankind and here she was reminded what man and machine were capable of doing.

Quickly though she managed to get a feel for the job at hand and after two or three trips she began to rival the helicopters, garnering thumbs ups from their crews. A superhuman effort had only been possible by learning a mere human's skill it seemed.

Soon the aid supplies were ashore and the relief effort was in full swing and Kara sensed the tide had turned, the volcano had lost.

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The engineer stood leaning against a handrail looking over the sea, the nearby supply tanker ship with its umbilical hose system pumping its cargo up to the rig.

Glancing at his watch the engineer ducked back inside and rechecked his calculations. The flow rate from the tanker was to specification and the next ship would be back to take up position when the current vessel left.

The cargo carried in the ship's innards was PETROFORCE, the highly successful enhanced oil recovery product. The engineer marvelled at how it had been transforming the geology deep beneath the sea bed. Oil doesn't sit like a lake in some cavern, it sits trapped amongst the rock that holds it. Usually under pressure, it can often be easy to extract but some formations are difficult, only a percentage might flow freely, the rest lost to slide rule economics.

PETROFORCE could change everything. Pumping it into the well, it expanded like foam forcing even the most stubborn oil from the nooks and crannies it was trapped in. Solidifying, it functioned like a wall which forced the oil towards the next rig in the chain. This rig was damaged from the accident but it could still function as a hub to force oil towards other rigs in the field.

Now, without a doubt, PETROFORCE had welded together the rock formation it had so far filled to form one great unified piece of rock, millions of tonnes in weight. Fused into it now was kilometres of cheap aluminium chain that ran from the upper decks of the rig all the way down to the seabed and beyond.

"I hope whoever came up with this plan is happy....." the engineer muttered.
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Very interesting, Supergirl seems to be a little worn down from dealing with the volcano, the bad guys have attached unbreakable chains to a 'dead man' that weighs millions of tons. So how are they going to get her attached to those chains??

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to those who have been wondering about the "why's and the how's ?" perhaps this, together with a little imagination, might help fill in some blanks.

CHAPTER XXII
Dressed in black the man knelt within a bright spotlit circle inside the whirling rings of the confinement field. Beads of sweat glistened on his bald head as he awaited his fate, the verdict and sentencing were imminent.

"Vel Yor'Tel Rise and Prepare to hear the verdict " said a deep booming voice from the darkness.

Struggling with his wrist restraints Vel rose to his feet and glanced about into the darkness but saw no one. His heart thumped, the silence was deafening and it seemed to take an age before the voice spoke again.

"In the case of the citizenry versus Vel Yor'Tel how do the justices find ?" boomed the voice of justice.

"For the caste Del'Tak - GUILTY"

"For the caste Bem'El - GUILTY"

"For the caste Zad'Ral - GUILTY"

"For the caste Zor'El - GUILTY"

Vel Yor'Tel closed his eyes in contemplation as the voices continued .... "GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY "

"NO NO NO NO NO NO ......... I didn't do it ....Im a mathematician.!" Vel Yor'Tel raged.

"SILENCE !" boomed the voice. "You have been found guilty by the 12 noble castes, do you have anything to say before you are sentenced."

"What more can I say, there is nothing more to be said, I don't know how it came to be that you found their blood on my hands, those cruel acts are not mine, I swear .... I ....... listen .... you need me ..... I AM A GENIUS ..... MATHEMATICS, PATTERNS, PREDICTIONS, I AM A GOD , MY INTELLIGENCE CANNOT EVEN BE QUANTIFIED......how could I be so stupid as to ... I DID NOT DO IT !" Vel Yor'Tel almost began to sob.

"Very well ....... sentencing " boomed the voice of justice.

"For the caste Del'Tak - DEATH"

"For the caste Bem'El - DEATH"

"For the caste Zad'Ral - DEATH"

"For the caste Zor'El - PRESERVATION"

"For the caste ......" the voices continued as Vel fell to his knees in resignation, the overwhelming vote calling for his death.

How had it come to this, his life's work had been about making his society better, his efforts had led to the understanding of space, of physics, the beautiful purity of mathematics, of finding patterns, proving theories with the undeniability of logic. Yet for all the intelligence he had he couldn't understand how he had come to kidnap and harm all those women.

"......DEATH" called the last voice causing Vel to snap back to the present.

"The twelve noble castes have spoken. Caste Zor'El - you stand alone for Preservation - EXPLAIN ......" asked the voice of justice.

"Vel Yor'Tel has demonstrated his genius to the fields of the sciences and mathematics and it is true that his intelligence is unmeasurable on any scale with have, BUT, likewise, his vicious acts against women have been unmeasurable too.

I propose that we preserve his mind in a crystal matrix and seek to separate out these distinct characteristics so that the genius that he is can continue to serve the greater good" the voice of the caste Zor'El explained warmly.

"So be it ..... Vel Yor'Tel, your mind shall be preserved and your mortal body shall be put to death ......... perhaps ......... one day.......if it is possible....... you may live again in a new body and resume making a positive contribution to our society. In the meantime your mind will be given over to the sciences in order to determine if your defective behavior can be resolved"

"You are all FOOLS ..... Do you not see ....... by then .......if I am right ......A CATACLYSM IS COMING ....." protested Vel.

"This session is now closed ......" boomed the voice of justice and the room began to light up as two guards approached the confinement circle.
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Haven't read this yet (I'm put off by the need to read them as a series if I'm honest) but I would humbly suggest you leave more time between your updates - you've posted 22 chapters now in 26 days (I appreciate some are a few added together)- but leaving a few days between each just gives people time to read them and comment and sometimes that can help with the direction of the story when some post or pm might spark an idea.
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tallyho wrote:Haven't read this yet (I'm put off by the need to read them as a series if I'm honest) but I would humbly suggest you leave more time between your updates - you've posted 22 chapters now in 26 days (I appreciate some are a few added together)- but leaving a few days between each just gives people time to read them and comment and sometimes that can help with the direction of the story when some post or pm might spark an idea.
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Now I never said months, but one update was 8 hours after its predecessor!
I appreciate the enthusiasm to post but I can't help feeling you wouldn't have missed out chapter 15 if you took your time a bit Mr A? :)
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LOL, for all the comments that could have appeared I didn't expect this ! I was expecting "get to the sex !" , or , "we want more heroine !" or something along that vein.

I must confess I had never considered my posting frequency as being a problem. From what I can see I could either

1-write the whole thing and post it,
2-write and then post on the fly as Im doing now, or
3-write the chapters and 'drip' them into forum at a measured pace.

the reason the posting times are sporadic is someone has been trying to help just proof read out some of my more obvious spelling glitches. Due to time zone differences I can sometimes wait hours for the OK (sometimes after a nights sleep) or sometimes only 30 minutes. I think the 8 hour gap was caused by an overnighter being followed by a quick response, narrowing the time gap.

Unfortunately as you see, when I initially had someone start to overlook my work I wasn't used to the new procedure and in my mind I had posted Chapter 15, not just sent it as a PM. So sorry to all that it got posted out of sequence but at least its up and where it belongs now.

Ill consider slowing down my postings a little but when I want to write, I write !

Thanks for your comments about ... err.. well not the story .. but about how I write ...I guess ! LOL

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There's nothing stopping you writing when you want to write and I certainly wouldn't go so far as to say it's a 'problem' posting regularly . But if you want feedback on your work (and what writer doesn't?) then surely it's a better practice to allow more people time to read it?

It's hard enough getting comments here anyway, I dont see the point in lessening those chances, plus of course it builds excitement in the reader and gives you time to consider where you are going with it and how it's hanging together.

You've got a good style and write well, but are getting an average of what , one comment every 5 chapters or so? If you are happy with that, then carry on as you are ,, but personally I think you deserve better .

But it's just advice, feel free to ignore it. :)
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It's a bit different for me since I'm reposting a story that's already been written but I have been putting up a chapter every 4 or 5 days or so: not that makes much difference as far as the comments are concerned. They're still minimal at best. I take my encouragement from the readership count. ;)

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Yes but 4-5 days is a better span than 8 hours!
That 4/5 gap was what I originally posted my Grace stories up in and that's what I would probably say is a good balance between posting regularly and keeping interest alive, and giving time for your readership to respond. And you are right Doc,, waiting a bit longer is no guarantee anyone will say anything. Such is the nature of the beast,sadly.

But the original comment was just that, a comment, I'm not saying 'you must' just you might get more involvement with larger spacing.

If you are happy, carry on as you are :yes:
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Could we continue this discussion in a new thread please? The topic is interesting to me but I don't want it to create a gap before chapter 23.
Of course if someone has a more story specific comment to make please feel free to put it here ...

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CHAPTER XXIII
Mike Loughlan paced the boardroom, it was a Sunday but here he was at the office which was unusual for him. When he had arrived the area in front of the entrance to their New York office had a small contingent of the media present, their camera crews , reporters, journalists and photographers waiting patiently for Bobby Sanderson to appear. Of course Mike had to fight his way in to the building and on arrival he had requested the security detail to be on hand to get Bobby inside without problems.

Outside, Bobby had arrived and was met with a chorus of questions as he was bathed in camera flash lights.

CLICK CLICK CLICK fired the cameras rapidly, the strobing flash lights almost turning him into a pale white ghostly apparition.

"Do you know where your sister is Bobby ?"

"No comment ...." Bobby replied.

"Has she been taken hostage ?"

"No comment ...."

"Has there been a ransom demand ?"

"No comment ...."

"Has anyone claimed responsibility ?"

"No comment ....now if youll excuse me ..." Bobby said politely.

CLICK CLICK CLICK .

Bobby successfully navigated his way to the doorway,helped by some of his staff and passed through the lobby to the elevator to be whisked away to the upper floors. He hadnt been expecting such a strong reaction to Kim's escape but in retrospect he wasnt surprised.
Arriving on the upper floors Bobby marched to the conference room where he had arranged to meet his trusted lieutenant.

"Jeezus Bobby, what the fuck is going on with your sister ? There is a shit storm brewing out there! " Mike exclaimed.

"Forget her, shes not important now, how is the firm's situation ?" Bobby countered, trying to change the subject.

"What do you mean, not important ? The FBI have already told us they want to speak to you, Ive had to get 'legal' to come in ....." Mike protested.

"Mike, for the love of god, tell me weve got liquidity set up for the week ahead ..." Bobby insisted.

"Fine, yes, the numbers are all there, I got us out of everything, youre sitting on a ton of non performing cash..... congratulations." Mike said curtly.

"That cash is going to turn us around Mike, you'll see ......" Bobby said confidently.

"This isn't for a ransome, is it ?" Mike asked suddenly wondering what direction they were taking.

"Hell no ......shes fi ......." Bobby checked himself.

"Christ ... you know, don't you! Youve got her !" Mike guessed

Bobby glared back pokerfaced, he was guilty as charged but with a solid alibi and no direct connections to his mercenary friends he was going to be in the clear.

"Mike, I suggest if you've got a problem that you go take a walk ..... let me have this week and then you'll see ......" Bobby said calmly.

"I should have known you'd want to get her out eventually .... " Mike said, his temper rising.

"What the fuck does that mean ?" Bobby probed.

"No, that's it, I'm walking, if you make it to the end of the week we'll talk, but if they pull you for this someone has to step in ...... but give her up Bobby ...... she is bad for you ..." Mike said angrily before turning to leave.

"Fine ..... I ..... I didnt want it to be this way ...... but ..... you have to do what you think is best" Bobby said in resignation.

Mike stormed from the office and rode the elevator to the lobby his mind racing as Bobby sat at a chair in the large conference room.

"Fuck !" Bobby exclaimed as he pounded the table with his fist.

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After obtaining the name of the man who had been directing Victor Reeves, the poor stockbroker who had encountered the wrong end of a screwdriver, Lucy and Lisa had passed the information on for Selena in order to learn more.

"Mike Loughlan has certainly weaved a tangled web" thought Selena as she scoured the biography of the man.

Mike Loughlan, Selena discovered, was an executive at Bobby Sanderson's corporation. What didn't look good for Mike was he was also secretly working for "The Victim's Voice" support charity which was basically cleaning up the mess left by Bobby's sister, Kimberly.

They offered counseling for mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, lovers, they ensured their voices were heard whenever the trial was in the public eye. They supported the prosecutors office and helped fund investigators and forensic science to bolster their case, they even had started to prepare to debunk any attempt to get Kimberly off with an insanity plea.

Kimberly had recently become a hot topic, she had just been sprung from prison. Had Bobby and his connections rescued her from there? Or had Mike's charity somehow achieved the feat themselves? Of course there was also the chance that some other party was out to get a hold of Kimberly for some entirely different motive.

Whatever had happened to Kimberly though was a mystery for now, what she had in front of her though indicated that Mike had indeed been betting against his own company from time to time in order to make the charity some money.

It was time to unleash Lucy on him.
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Lucy had received her orders, interrogate Mike Loughlan.

Returning to her spacious apartment she began her transformation from high society shopaholic party girl into infiltrator.

Lucy walked over to her bed and sat down then begun to unzip her calf length boots. The zip sound was solid and positive, the quality grey suede parting as it revealed her flesh. Her black leather skirt fell next, the black ring of material dropping around her feet. With a quick flick of her foot she caught the skirt and placed it on the bed.

The black wrap around top came next, peeling up over her head, her modest breasts encased in their pretty bra popping free of the top as it passed by. Lucy was now left in her thong and bra and they had to go too, and soon her breasts hung free as she inched the waistband of her panties over her hips to the floor.

Naked, the taught athletic Lucy opened the cavernous built in wardrobe and parted her clothes to reveal her 'other' collection of outfits.

She considered her target, a business man, not a 'hard' target. No need to armour up then, this was going to be a sneak attack. This was going to be about stealth and mobility, evasion through agility not with brute force.

First on went her under armour unitard. It's enclosing mesh of fibres augmented with lightweight Kevlar weave gave a modest level of protection to knives and some impact damage but not bullets.

A close fitting catsuit appeared next, in very dark blue, it wasn't thin nor skintight but it was pretty close. It was quite thick, durable and set up with attachment points for holsters and carrying pouches.

Today was going to be about gaining entry to a secure domestic environment, that meant alarms, cameras, laser beams, panic rooms even rent a cops and she had to be prepared for them all.

"Mace, taser, laser spotting goggles, freeze spray, alarm hacker, keypad code breaker..... " thought Lucy as she loaded up with her gadgets and gizmo's.

"Now to get camouflaged..." Lucy thought as she looked at how she could conceal herself during the trip between her apartment and that of Mike Loughlan.

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Bobby sat at his desk, his nerves subsiding seeing the FBI leaving. His legal counsel had been present as the FBI pressed the importance of making contact with them if he became aware of anything concerning his sister. There had been some insinuation that he might even be responsible for her escape but his legal team snuffed out that line of inquiry quickly.

"Put up or shut up..." was what things had boiled down to and the Feds had nothing on him.

Now it was time to make his move in the business sphere. Soon Japan would be opening for Monday morning trading and he had foreseen some ominous signs leading into the coming week, and as usual these shifts would start in Japan.

The trade report would come first and he knew it would be much much stronger than anticipated. Their weak currency was allowing foreign traders to buy their goods easily but it was killing their ability to afford items from abroad. The interest rate meeting was going to throw out a knee jerk reaction and....

Bobby mentally tallied up the war fund that Mike had assembled for him and decided how to position it for best results. First, get out of dollars, all those guys who had been loading up dollars using borrowed Yen were going to get crushed by higher rates and all that cash was going to be running back to Japan. Yen would soar at the expense of the dollar which meant....

"She would have to make me very lucky for that to work out..." Thought Bobby as he reclined in his chair.

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"Hi Kimberly" began the video recording on the iPad. It was Bobby and this was his greeting message.

Kimberley's eyes looked almost mournful as she took in the sight of her brother.

"With luck you will now be in your new hiding place, I hope you like it! I know you feel lonely now but I think we both know you will get company soon. Remember, she is very special so NO KILLING, just do your thing and I will do mine.

You will note that my engineers have installed some nice chains on the machine deck. Use them. They are incredibly strong; strong enough even for your imminent guest --especially in the presence of that interesting green dust -- and don't worry, they are firmly anchored.

There are plenty of supplies and the diesel generators have enough fuel for months before the supply ship needs to return so.... you're all set..."

The video ended and Kimberly set the iPad down and walked over to the parallel set of chains that were anchored to the sea bed. She stroked her hand down the taught links and then along some MetaCoat reinforced carabiners waiting to be hooked up on to.

"Perfect...." hissed Kimberly.


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Lisa Kozny took her tray with her coffee, baguette and slice of cake and sat herself in a comfy looking chair, placing the tray on the table in front of her.

Drawing the coffee to her lips she savoured its flavour before pulling out her tablet. A small grin escaping, she opened her photo library and looked over the selfies that Lucy had taken of herself in the parody prison uniform. She admired her beautiful yet mischievous eyes and her glossy hair, and of course her eyes wandered over her body too.

Lisa closed the picture and took in another mouthful of coffee. She certainly wanted Lucy to respect her, really respect her but right now in terms of skills and training Lucy was light years ahead of her. If she was going to make Lucy feel genuinely captured, she was going to have to do something drastically different.

Lisa began researching escapology. How had Lucy escaped from her handcuffs that night? Wide eyed, Lisa began to understand how ingenuous people could be in hiding pins and picks, handcuffs apparently being notoriously simple to open with the right implements.

She would have to check in her hair, behind her ears, the inside the cheeks of her mouth. Some hid tiny little picks along the inner edge of their fingers between joints too, hidden under flesh coloured paint on liquid latex.

This was becoming quite an education but slowly and surely Lisa began to plan out her scheme to get the upper hand over her comrade.

Incapacitate.

Disarm.

Restrain.

De-tool.

Conquer.

Control.

Lisa smiled and sipped her coffee, she could do this.
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What a beautifully-set table you've arranged here! Everything is ready for SG, for Lucy, for Mike... How will they all fare when the dinner bell is rung? Mmmhh! My mouth is watering. Great work, AEM! :thumbup:
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CHAPTER XXV

Mike Loughlan nodded to the security guards in the lobby in acknowledgment and strode purposefully across to the elevator.

"Good evening Mr Loughlan" one of the guards said.

Placing his security key against a reader the express elevator that served the upper deluxe floors opened and he entered.

Pressing a button the doors closed and off went the elevator, racing up and up the tower. The floor numbers counted off in rapid succession, the mild sensation of his stomach sinking into his body alluding to the speed of ascent.

BING

The door opened into the small corridor. The floor had effectively been divided in half, his apartment to the left, some legal eagle to the right. Mike approached his door and then put his security key against a reader again and tapped in a PIN number.

The sounds of the solenoid locks could be heard and then Mike pushed the door which swung open. Closing the door behind him the shutters of windows gracefully parted automatically revealing the late afternoon skyline.

Mike made his way to the mini bar and tossed his keys and wallet onto the wooden surface and poured himself a drink.

"What a day ....." he groaned as he took a mouthful of drink.

Glass in hand Mike made his way to his plush sofa and sat himself down turning on the huge TV which was on mute. Flicking to the news channel he glanced at the scrolling banner at the foot of the image.

NO LEADS IN KIMBERLY SANDERSON ESCAPE

"Well I did what I could ...." Mike grumbled.

"And what was that ?" said Lucy, some sort of weapon pointed at the man. She had been sat perfectly still in a corner and Mike hadn't even noticed her.

Mike flinched and sat bolt upright.

"Christ, who the fuck are you?" Mike exclaimed.

"YOU have been a very bad boy Mr Loughlan....." Lucy said calmly.

"Did..... Did Bobby send you? " Mike blabbed as he subtly tried to scoot sideways on the sofa. On the armrest Mike felt the panic switch button and pressed it subtly.

"Oh I can see why you would think that ....." Lucy said as she flicked her wrist causing the muzzle of the weapon to gesture at him to move back which he did.

"What do you mean ....?" Mike retorted his eyes darting around in fear.

"Don't you think he would find out about your secret share dealing .... how is your stock broker by the way ...?" Lucy probed. She liked asking questions she knew the answer to, it helped gauge people's honesty.

Mike knew she was referring to Victor, he hadn't heard from him in a few days and was worried.

"What have you done with Victor...he he's a good man....if it's money you want I ... " Mike's words tumbled from his mouth, his nerves rattled.

"I'm going to be honest Mike, the only reason I know about you is because sadly Victor was murdered and ...." Lucy tried to explain calmly.

"Oh Jeezus ...you killed him?" Mike said visibly shaken, his hand rising to his mouth.

"No Mike, it was just a common mugger.... but your man left a trail right to you..." Lucy explained, trying to calm the mans nerves.

"Does, does Bobby know about this .... " Mike wondered aloud.

"Mike....we both know there is more to this than just a little insider trading ... Don't we?" Lucy said, keeping the pressure on.

"You mean the charity...don't you?" Mike said with guilt in his tone.

"AND the rest ...." Lucy said accusingly, the circumstantial evidence suggested he knew about the oil rig 'accident' too.

"What do you mean?" Mike asked slyly.

"Shorting an oil field just before it blows up, Mike..is that a decent way to make money?" Lucy said

"Christ, that wasn't about money... hell alright, sure, the money was for the charity but... Jeezus you won't believe me anyway..." Mike said as he drew another mouthful of drink from his glass.

"Why don't you try me, Mike?" Lucy said as she leant forward in her seat.

Mike glanced at his watch, it had been a minute since he pressed the panic switch, rescue would be on the way, now if he could just....

"Well......" Mike began then with a quick motion threw his shot glass at Lucy, quite accurately too. Lucy bobbed to one side as Mike made a run for it, he didn't look back but just ran off.

Lucy rolled her eyes as Mike ran away and rose to her feet calmly to bring him back. Mike instinctively made his way to the panic room built in to the core of the apartment and activated the door to let himself in. Moments later Lucy arrived at the door and tapped at the metal surface.

"Oh Mikey....come on out...."

"Go to hell, they'll be here any second now anyway"

Lucy tapped at the key code door and it unlocked itself.

"What the fuck! " yelled Mike as he saw his refuge be entered so easily.

Mike stepped forward, a pistol held shakily in his grip.

"I've got a gun, stay ..... stay back ....." Mike said nervously.

Lucy glanced at the weapon. Although nervous, Mike had loaded it, cocked it ready, released the safety and, to his credit, had not set it to full auto.

"Mike, give me that thing before .... " Lucy said calmly.

CLICK CLICK CLICK

Mike looked in disbelief at his pistol. He was sure he had done everything right, just like the people in the gun club had shown him.

"Really, Mike ? REALLY !?" Lucy was disappointed that Mike had decided he had wanted to take the shot.

"Give me that thing..." Lucy snatched the pistol from the mans hands and dragged him back to the living room, shoving him back on to the sofa.

"Why, why aren't they coming?" whimpered Mike.

"Because I disconnected all your security when I got here...." Lucy explained as she, before Mikes very eyes dismantled his pistol, then from a pouch, retrieved the firing pin and reinstalled it before taking aim back at the man.

Little did he know that had he taken refuge in his kitchen or bedroom the weapons hidden there were deactivated too. Lucy had also gone to the trouble of removing and hiding all of Mikes deluxe custom made ceramic kitchen knives his fine steak knife collection, even all his forks. With luck he might have laid his hands on a deadly spoon but it wasn't likely.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Mike said dejectedly.

"Start talking and I might not, what is it I won't believe?" Lucy asked as she reclined in her chair.

"I don't know what it is but .... it's about his sister ..." Mike began.

"What about her, earlier you said you did all you could ....did you break her out ?" Lucy probed.

"Are you fucking kidding me, I was trying to keep her in there for good, or get her the chair ..." Mike said, his temper rising.

"So, what does that have to do with blowing up the rig?" Lucy asked, confused between the link.

"LUCK, I don't know how or why but there is some kind of .... link between them, it's fucking freaky as hell but..., I swear to you ..," Mike said confidently.

Lucy cocked her head, he had been right, she didn't believe it but there seemed to be a reason he did.

"Explain ..... " Lucy said firmly but with a frown.

"Ok .... I'll try....." Mike said as he gathered his thoughts.
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"When you have time return to the rig, all may not be as it seems, I think an old friend had been there" said the message on Kara's mobile. This was the very same phone she had kept since the day Selena set her free from her vengeful torture.

A grainy image of Mr Nordic appeared and Kara recognised him immediately. He had been there at her interrogation as she planted her lies, her Seeds of Deception. He and others including the former Miss Asia, Lucy, had been there too including the now deceased CrewCut.

Kara wondered what may have happened that she had missed but she glanced northward and sped off. The Pacific was enormous but punctuated by the occasional dot of land. Its warm blue waters teemed with life, the gulls, the flying fish, the leaping of dolphins and the blast of mist from the blow hole of a passing whale.

Onwards she pushed, the air getting cooler as rapidly coming into view were the stepping stone like Aleutian islands which lay across her path, the fishing boats with their broad booms playing out their nets. Soon the narrow straight separating East from West passed her by too and she was heading into the Arctic.

Further she went as the sun sank deeper to the horizon, the red sky ahead as the water beneath gradually transformed to slush then fields of white as she headed into the darkness. Now she was heading southward as she crossed over the roof of the world, the crisp ice gradually fading away as she passed by Greenland, Iceland and Svalbard.

Slowing, slowing, slowing, she passed over ships and oil rigs and then she saw the one she was looking for, its scarred flank a reminder of its recent fire. Kara landed confidently on the upper structure and looked about her. If Mr Nordic had been here it might merely have been to blow the place up, or something else entirely.

Kara walked calmly across the helipad deck and decided to explore. Her penetrating vision scoured the upper decks but as she looked lower into the bowels of the structure the view became grainy and obscured for some reason. She had seen this effect many times, many metals and radioactive sources could fritz up her vision to some degree. The worst metal was lead for blocking her line of sight but this was something different.

Kara looked for a way through to the lower levels and saw a pathway through a service module. Passing by a generator room Kara found a stairwell and descended further into the superstructure until she exited on the working platform. Here the various drill shafts and drill bits were assembled to be forced into the sea bed and it was this area that interfered with her powers.

Walking confidently into the cavernous open space she saw the lengths of bright fresh chain work that ran from the upper decks through the grated floor and into the drill shaft. Kara ran her hand over the chain, its clean shiny appearance making her wonder if this was the reason for Nordics visit.

"Impressive , isn't it ?" said a voice from nowhere.

Kara turned to face the voice, slightly unsettled by not having detected the person who it belonged to. Kara took in the sight of Kimberly Sanderson wearing oil rig workers overalls, a grey hard hat on her head, black steel toe capped boots on her feet.

Kara recognised Kimberly from the news. Regardless of whatever was going on at the rig the fugitive had to be apprehended.

"I wond....errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" began Kimberly as her words began to slow down to an incredible slow motion crawl. Her face contorted in a bizarre way as she started to speak, her eyes caught in a half blink. The Superheroine had begun to move lightning fast, the world around her slowing to a crawl.

Without effort Kara began to close the distance to Kimberly who continued to speak at her torturously slow pace.

"rrrrrrrrrred wheeeeeeeeeee...." Kimberly continued.

Kara started to slam on the brakes and ...

"Oh...no..." she thought as she suddenly felt like ...

"...en you'd get here.....oh....." Kimberly finished her words, her blink moment finished and the blond had vanished from in front of her.

DIFFDIFFDIFFDIFF

The metal grid floor shook, the metallic footfalls of the booted heroine stumbling behind Kimberly until the red caped heroine caught a support with one arm and pulled herself to a halt.

"Ooopsie...." Said Kimberly turning her head to one side.

Kara spun to face Kimberly her eyes wide open. She had felt this sensation before, that one time, the green rock in space that she had ...

"Stay back....." Kara ordered.

"Don't you like it ? I made it juuuuuuuuust ...." Kimberly started to say in slow motion in an almost innocent way as she produced something like a long thin metal wand a tiny spec of green glinting at its tip. She slowly began to hold the wand aloft and Kara could now sense its presence. Kara began to dash laterally from Kimberly, she needed to create some working space to manoeuvre in.

The green aura from the spec of dust began to invade into the space the two combatants were battling in. Kara was getting to speed as Kimberly drawled out her slow motion monologue again.

"....foooooooooooor" said the distorted sounding Kimberly at the former location of the heroine.

Kara had created just enough space that she was comfortable with and came to a halt to Kimberly's side. She had to act quickly, the green glow was...

"Ungh..." Kara grunted with discomfort.

"You!....Oh..now where ..." Kimberly flinched as once again the heroine had burst away at speed unseen.

Kara could feel her strength fading, she needed to get clear. Without thinking she took a short breath and began to blow a lung full of air against the powerful framed Kimberly. The muscular nemesis stumbled backwards as the momentary gale caught her by surprise, her free hand clamping her hard hat to her head as she leant into the wind, her other arm reaching out at the heroine, the green tipped wand glowing ominously.

Kara blew and blew until her lungs were spent, and Kimberly who had almost fell to her knees rose upright again. Normally she could have whipped up a tornado but Kara knew she was fading fast.

"Stay back Kimberly, I don't wish to harm you ....." Kara said between a gulp of air, stepping slowly back from the powerful woman in front of her.

Kimberly sensed the heroine was on the back foot and hissed wickedly as she maintained her wizard like stance, wand aloft and in front of her.

"I dooooooo" began Kimberly as with the raising of one foot Kara sensed the woman was starting to approach.

In that moment Kara decided to roll the dice one more time. She was in danger and it was time to do something drastic.

The searing red well of energy built up within her normally loving blue eyes and the beam emanated forth, its energy heating the air around it causing a slow motion crackle only Kara could hear.

"Oooooooont thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii......" continued Kimberly in slow motion as Kara saw the beam reach closer and closer to the target.

The beam struck the wand causing an eerie mix of colours to form as the beam split in half, deflected either side of Kimberly.

"......nk....sooooooooooooooo" finished Kimberly as her leg was just finishing its first step, Kimberly had started to approach the heroine.

Then it happened, the diffracted beam from Kara's eyes manifested itself into two forms, two men, twins perhaps.

"Caste Zor'El !!?? Save me from this nightmare.... don't you see.... I was telling the truth....! " said the first apparition.

"You will suffer for thissss injusssssstice ...." hissed the twin.

"Who are you .?" yelled Kara

"I am ... Vel Yor'Tel.....where is my new body....?" begged the first apparition.

" GIIIVE MEEEEEE A BOOOOOODY" screamed the second twin angrily.

Kara saw her beam of energy begin to strobe as her power wained, the apparitions emanating from the green dust fading from existence. Kara stumbled to the floor, spent, her deep red booted legs folded beneath her, head down, her cape over her shoulders.

Kimberly stopped walking, she towered over the fallen heroine, her green tipped wand of torment bathing the heroine in its emerald glow. Reaching down Kimberly took a handful of the blonds hair into her grasp and cruelly twisted the superheroines head to face her.

"Argghhhhhhhhhh" screamed Kara, her two hands clamping onto Kimberly's forearm, trying to release her head.

"It is time ...." said Kimberly coldly as she smiled, resisting Kara's attempt to break free.

"For what ...." Kara growled, teeth clenched.

"You'll see ....." Kimberly smiled as she dragged Kara to her feet.
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CHAPTER XXVII

"So.... tell me of this 'Luck' ..." Lucy asked, her head tilting to one side.

"Do you even know how I got involved with the charity?" Mike said bitterly though instantly he could see Lucy was losing the thread.

"No, why don't you tell me......" Lucy asked wondering what relevance that had.

"My childhood friend, Kate and her husband...Steven ...... they had a daughter, Andrea.....she was like a niece to me.... Oh she was so sweet....smart too......" Mikes eyes misted as he shook his head, refocusing himself.

Lucy sensed this man was speaking from the heart and she relaxed her posture slightly, the pistol in her hand settling onto her knee.

"....and after 19 years of watching her grow, flower .. she was taken ... killed... by that abomination..." he continued.

"Kimberly..?" Lucy asked quietly.

"Yes, though of course we didn't know it was her then.... and all the while that butcher was walking among us ..." Mike growled.

"What changed, Mike?" Lucy probed, seeking his dubious insight.

"It all changed when, one day, everything seemed to go to shit all at once. We had some deal lined up and then it all went wrong, there were problems during the disclosure meeting, key people seemed to have objections last minute, it was like it was cursed and then.... Fuck, THEN, the news had Kimberly, my boss's sister, all over their screens as a suspect." Mike said angrily as he recalled the day.

"But, they didn't have her at first, did they ?" Lucy asked struggling to recall the whole case.

"No, she was on the run for months after that ...." Mike said, shaking his head.

"So, that's it?" Asked Lucy, somewhat puzzled.

"Christ no, things went on, I mean, obviously Bobby was devastated for me and Andrea's family, he stood by us but, Kim was his sister after all. I secretly supported the victim charity and that was legit ... at first at least." Mike explained.

"At first ..." Lucy repeated.

"I could tell Bobby was going to get Kim the best legal help if she was caught so I tried to even the odds, I.... well .... I ... helped the charity by giving Victor tips from the inside...just to help them financially you know and then it happened again. One day I gave Victor a tip but we fucked up the timing. Victor scored well but we triggered something else and the corporation got burned ... our ticker was red ...and Kim was caught that same day, can you believe it?"

"So you're saying when bad things happened to the corporation...." Lucy frowned.

"I think it's more than that, it might work both ways.... when I started digging ... the days all those women vanished, they were good days at the firm...I mean great days.... but the day Kim went away...that was when the good times stopped. We've been in the mire for months..." Mike said as he lent back on the sofa.

"So, tell me about the rig...." Lucy asked again.

"Kim had an assessment of some kind, they were going to try and get her off with some time in the loony tunes wing but.... I wanted to put a stop to that .... I ....well, you saw what happened. They promised me no casualties and that's what I got ... and the corporation took a kick to the balls, sure the money helped the charity but the bad luck was meant to keep Kim in for a fast track to death row after a speedy trial."

"So what happened .... " Lucy wondered aloud.

Mike went stony faced. He pretty much knew Bobby had gotten her out though he couldn't prove it and until now Bobby had been a good decent man, he wasn't going to betray him so easily. Lucy seeing Mike clam up sensed she was at the end of the story which seemed kooky at best.

"If....if you see even a hint of success for Bobby in the future...you better pray .. pray hard because out there somewhere is some poor woman suffering " Mike grumbled.

"So if this is all true ... Why haven't you destroyed the corporation from the inside?" Lucy asked firmly.

"Do you know how many livelihoods rely on us? How many jobs could be lost, families made homeless.... hell no, I'm just trying to do what it takes to keep Kim down for the count..I did what I could but....if poor Victor is dead.....then...." Mike said forlornly, he left it to Lucy to imagine the consequences.

"If you organised the accident at the rig, prove it, who did you hire....." Lucy asked.

"Jeezus, you think I'd tell you that? You are out of your mind ... If they knew I told you they would.... well, you may as well just kill me now, either way I'm a dead man.." Mike said calmly.

"Ok well then how did you pay, give me something....." Lucy said tactfully.

"Fine... my intermediary set up an escrow account...you pay extra but you get a guarantee, results or your money back... the escrow is set up in the Cayman Islands with dummy beneficiary accounts in ...." Mike explained.

" In Geneva....." Lucy murmured.

"What ? Yes....but how did...." Mike began nervously.

"I've heard enough now Mike...." Lucy said as she started to rise to her feet. What he had told her was enough. The payment method sounded pretty much like the terms her former team, The Resolution demanded. Mr Nordic had indeed been the one who had carried out the mission, Selena had done well to spot him.

Mike flinched, what was going to be his fate, was he about to die, would the stranger tell Bobby his transgressions... his heart raced as his stomach sank.

"What are you going to do?" Mike asked.

Lucy pointed Mike's pistol at him "Walk...." she commanded.
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CHAPTER XXVIII

Kara had been dragged by her hair to the point between the chains, her power gone. Her mind raced with many questions but she always came back to ...

"Why...?"

"Because ....." hissed Kimberly as she grasped at the blonds wrist, the heroines hand had been grasping Kimberly's forearm in a vain attempt to get free but now itself was snared.

"Where did you get that stu..... " struggled the blond as Kimberly placed Kara's wrist in line with the chain.

"The green stuff.... my brother ......." Kimberly said as she grabbed at something akin to a tool box

"And..where..." Kara began to say, eyes widening as she saw the huge pistol like power tool emerge from the box.

"Space......this will hurt but only for a moment ..... " Kimberly said as she made cold unflinching eye contact with Kara.

"You don't have to ....." Kara said, the stress evident in her voice.

"Yes....yes I do..... I know I can make you pretty...." Smiled Kimberly, her powerful arm overpowering the weak heroine.

"Please....don't..." Kara said firmly.

"Don't look, close your eyes..." ordered Kimberly the pair locking eye contact for a brief moment.

Kara sensed Kimberly's determination and ability to do whatever it was she was about to do. This seemed about the only mercy she was going to get and with a sudden moment of realisation slammed her eyes shut.

The head of the tool touched the underside of her forearm just above the wrist and then the blow to her arm was apparent, the pneumatic hiss followed by the pain and then darkness.

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Selena listened intently to Lucy's story via video chat and occasionally tapped at her keyboard making notes. The pair of them seemed sceptical of Mikes tale and yet....

"I know, it was eerie, my radar was telling me he believed what he was saying but...." Lucy let the suggestion hang in the air a moment.

"And you're sure he was the one who hired your old friends from The Resolution?" Selena probed.

"Well he basically admitted it and what he told me about how he had paid added up so yes... what should we do now?" Lucy asked.

Selena wasn't sure, while the tale had been fascinating it seemed to lead to a rather unrewarding conclusion, the motive in the end was merely Mikes belief in this mystical link between Bobby and his sister.

Selena decided to play it safe "Let's wait and see, I'll keep feelers out for Kimberly and we shall see about her brother......I know it's a bit of an underwhelming conclusion...but that's all we can do."

"Ok..." Replied Lucy, frowning as she heard the buzzer ring in her apartment.

"I will be in touch, regards to detective Kozny..." Selena said.

"Likewise to Kara..." Lucy quipped as the call ended.

Lucy walked to the intercom and looked at the image of the person waiting down below, her frown instantly erased by happiness.

"Hey, Lisa....." Lucy beamed as she hit the entry button and let her in.

Lucy glanced down at herself and realised she was still in her tactical gear but decided it was too late to change now. She would have to confess her sins to Lisa who would want to be brought up to speed.

Lucy let her front door fall ajar and made her way to her kitchen and grabbed two bottles of beer from her fridge which she put on a counter top ready.

"Hey, anyone home?" Lisa called from the front door as she entered.

"Yes, by the kitchen...." Lucy called back as she returned to the large open area of her apartment.

The pair locked eyes on one another. Lisa was in skintight jeans, knee length black boots, her badge, holster, and cuffs clipped onto her belt, and her tight white shirt with three quarter length sleeves made her look dangerously sexy. Meanwhile Lisa was in awe at the real life spy in front of her dressed in her close fitting dark blue tactical gear.

The mutual attraction went unspoken for a split second.

"I errrr... yeah.... I've been busy..." confessed Lucy remembering how she was dressed.

"So I see....anything you want to tell me?" Lisa joked, gobsmacked.

"Mike Loughlan" Lucy said flatly.

"Ah...." Lisa replied, her hands planting onto her waist.

"So .... what brings you here ....?" Lucy asked as she suggestively played with her zip on her suit.

"I .. I've been thinking Lucy..... I hope you will understand.... you know... I'm trying... if I've got it wrong..... forgive me?" Lisa blabbed nervously.

"What's wrong ?" Lucy asked, confused.

"This ...?" Lisa said, as she pulled out the taser pistol, its distinctive shape with the little yellow and black hazard labels on it.

"Oh, you've graduated from your water pistol I see.... Well I hope...." Lucy said as she approached Lisa.

Lisa fired the two fine prongs at Lucy striking her squarely in her torso. Lucy glanced down at herself then back at Lisa. There was a moment of admiration in Lucy's eyes but Lisa still had more to do to impress her.

Lucy took another step and...

CLICKITY CLICKITY

Lucy in her tactical gear and her thin layer of Kevlar under armour still took a hit but it was much more limited than normal. The pain was difficult but the tight convulsion gripping her body was more so, she took another step forward, her legs barely flexing.

"You didn't chose the best time to use that...." Grunted Lucy with a forced smile.

"Stop there Lucy..." Said Lisa assertively. She didnt want to have to shock her friend again.

"Make me...." Lucy managed to laugh as she stepped forward again, the shock wearing off.

"You are a royal pain in the..." Lisa said as she squeezed the trigger.

"Royal, yes..." Lucy reminded Lisa as she was about to take another step...

CLICKITY CLICKITY CLICKITY CLICK

"Ungh...." Lucy grunted as she dropped to her knees, her wrists and arms contorting inwards to her body, useless.

"Are you done?" Lisa said as she contemplated closing in towards her friend.

"Why don't you come here and...." Lucy started.

CLICKITY CLICKITY CLICKITY CLICK

"Ok ok ok ok..you win..." Laughed Lucy uncomfortably as she almost doubled over.

"Good....." Lisa said as she pulled her handcuffs from their pouch CRICKCRICK

Lucy looked up in resignation, Lisa was in control for now, but had she really got what it took to win her over?

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Kara was aware of the sound of the sea below her first, then the salty air. Next she noticed the vibrations of the machinery around her and then .....

Kara's eyes fluttered open and she saw she was face down onto the metal grid floor, the sea way down below sloshing about the pillars supporting the structure. She went to rise to her feet and then discovered her wrists were...

"What the hell..." exclaimed Kara.

Kara fleetingly caught a glimpse of one of her wrists, the back of her wrist seemingly had an eyebolt protruding through the skin, a carabiner was clipped through that and onto a chain.A quick glance to her other arm revealed the same situation.

"Oh you're back....." Kimberly said warmly. She had been looking down at the prone heroine waiting for her to awaken. Part of her was keen to expose the beautiful blonds flesh as she slept but the other part of her didn't want to ruin the surprise. She had permitted herself only to push Karas cloak and skirt up to her waist to reveal Kara's behind and had admired the lightly muscled, well toned thighs of the heroine. Her faultless skin, and perfect proportions only lacked Kimberly's final touch before she would be truly perfect in her eyes.

"What the hell did you do to me, you monster....." Kara said flexing her hands with only slight discomfort. As she began to rise to her feet Kimberly drew in the slack of the excess chain that continued from Kara's wrists upwards over some clips and down again. Kimberly clipped the chain ends to their respective lengths making them taught.

"Well, I can't have you running away now... can I?" Kimberly said matter of factly as she tested the tension in the chain work.

Kara assessed the situation, she wasn't in pain, only mild discomfort, whatever cruel procedure Kimberly had performed on her didn't seem to have damaged her at all.

"I imagine you are wondering what I did ? Well, this green dust seems to make you just as ordinary as me... I fitted those metal bolts through the bone and then removed the green glow....you healed very quickly.......it's like nothing happened but ....I'm afraid your superpowered bones have fused with the metal, you wont....." Kimberly continued to monologue.

Kara, in a moment of realisation sensed that indeed her strength must be back. The chains looked light, even flimsy by any standard. With a focused effort Kara began to pull with all her might to try and get free.

The structure began to groan and the clips holding the excess chain above her broke instantly causing it to come crashing down into a puddle at her feet but she was still connected to the chain which held fast to some point below the waves. The rig began to compress down on its hydraulic rams as Kara pulled the rig into the seabed until her arms had moved as far as they could. The grating under her feet bowed slightly as it was the fulcrum of the blonds efforts but it held together.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, the chain really was as strong as they thought, the heroines efforts were for nothing.

"What is this stuff!" Protested Kara.

"My brother....." began Kimberly

"Find this in space as well ?" complained Kara as she slowly relaxed, the rig slowly decompressing on its feet.

Kimberly approached and produced the green tipped wand once again causing Kara to recoil.

"Please......." Kara said with some discomfort.

Kimberly paused mid step, she didn't mind that Kara had escaped the torment of her restraints being fitted but she was going to make her enjoy her planned beautification process. Kimberly glanced at the puddle of chain, it needed to be anchored again before she continued.

"I hope you like tattoos....." Kimberly said innocently as she imagined what blank tapestry awaited her under the red and blue costume.

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Lucy was laying on her sofa, hands cuffed in front, a beer bottle in her hands, propped up slightly against Lisa.

"Is this it?" Lucy asked disappointedly. She thought that after a strong greeting like 'hi and oh by the way I'm going to to tazer you' that Lisa had more in mind than a beer on the sofa.

"No, this isn't it, now drink your beer, tell me about Mike, how did it go..." laughed Lisa. Lucy it seemed had no idea about her resolve to do things right this time.

"It was weird, he's thinks there is some strange mojo going on between that Bobby guy and his psycho sister." Lucy said before taking another swig of the beer which seemed to be going straight to her head.

"How was your day?" Lucy asked as Lisa planted her bottle down onto a table.

"Quiet, I was reading mostly...." Lisa replied cryptically.

"Oh?" Lucy said, her head flopping against Lisa.

"Oh yes, it's been a very enlightening day..." Lisa said grinning as she shuffled under Lucy, getting into a more practical position.

"Do tell..." Lucy probed as she tried to shuffle her weight, aiding Lisa.

"Well...." Began Lisa, as she lovingly looked at Lucy, placing her hand on the side of Lucy's head, gently combing her hair with her fingers.

"I thought I would study the art of escapology a little...." Lisa said slyly.

Lucy's eyes revealed the flimsiest hint of concern as she felt Lisa comb through her hair,she was tender, gentle, and yet menacingly methodical.

"It was very interesting...you know....a good artist would keep..." Lisa continued as her eyes widened in excitement, the first hair pin in the hidden armoury of escape equipment had been found.

Lucy tried to pretend it meant nothing to her, and to some degree it didn't, she still had plenty more so long as....

"Would keep maybe half a dozen hair pins, like this one for example, hidden in their hair..." Lisa said teasingly as her gentle affectionate hair combing continued.

Down below, Lucy sensed her excitement starting, was Lisa really going to be able to completely disarm her?

"Oooh, another" teased Lisa as she gently tugged free the next hair pin, setting it aside with the first.

Lucy's eyes widened as she sensed herself being slowly and gently disarmed by Lisa, her gentle stroking of her hair which slowly began to surrender her secret defences.

Lucy took another swig from her bottle of beer. It was going to be a long night.
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Whoa! A metal bolt shot through her wrist and fused to the bone and held by super-strong chain? :crazy: Supergirl isn't going anywhere I fear until Kimberly is through with her. That's one determined villain. Don't want to get on her bad side. Waiting for the next chapter with trepidation for our poor heroine. :cry:
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Oh yes DrD, Im afraid our dear heroine wont be escaping any time soon, she is literally anchored to the earth.

But anyway ....

CHAPTER XXIX

Selena stood on the balcony of her hotel room, a glass of wine in her hand. She took a sip as she looked over the cityscape enveloped by darkness. The lights of the towers, the distant planes, the traffic below; they all did their ballet while the neon advertising throbbed to a different beat.

Selena retired to her balcony seat and popped open her laptop and checked last minute news and information gathered by her web of sources. Andrew, the poor young man who was now in her clutches had sent another report about credit card activities. Listed neatly in rows and columns were the 'Who' and the 'Where' with the 'What' and 'How Much', the idea being to help keep tabs on various people of interest.

Selena scanned through the list with interest, who was on the move, who was staying put, who was close to who.

"Oh, I don't like that..." Selena said to herself as she saw an entry.

Molly Matthews was on the move. Ominously, she had bought a plane ticket, booked a hotel and would be in the vicinity of one Dr Schneider.. Matthews and Schneider had been blackmailed by Selena to help develop the weapon to depower Kara. McGee the memory manipulator extraordinaire had made them forget their inventions but Selena was always wary when they got together.

Schneider had spent a lot of time theorising about how the heroine ticked and with a little inspiration from Selena's own research and Molly's fresh young eyes the trio had achieved their goal of how to Divide and Conquer the cells that created her strength and invulnerability. The fruits of their labour were only ever intended to be for Selena's use and now, in love with the heroine, Selena was very much determined to prevent them accidentally repeating their work.

What Selena didn't understand was that Molly was now gainfully employed at some R&D facility in LA, why she would return back to visit Schneider she didn't know. Maybe it was a coincidence and Molly wasn't there to see Schneider at all but Selena wasn't going to take that chance. She would have to get someone to find out what was going on.

She considered her options: an incognito Kara perhaps; or perhaps Lucy, although she could be more valuable in New York. Lisa had work commitments and couldn't be used on a whim. McGee...he traveled a lot and could normally be freed up promptly, usually within a few days.

"McGee" Selena said quietly to herself.

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Lisa gathered the half dozen hairpins and placed them to one side. The attractive blonde cop tried to read Lucy's face which still exuded a little confidence, a hint there was more to find.

"Happy?" Lucy pressed, hoping that Lisa was done.

"Oh no, not even close ...." Lisa smiled as she leant in for a kiss.

Their lips touched a moment and separated again, the pair looking into each other's eyes. Lisa sensed resistance while Lucy played the innocent victim. Lisa let out a faint smile, her eyes widening a moment in realisation as she leant in again, her tongue testing the soft entrance to Lucy's mouth. It was a soft sensuous kiss and Lucy made a pleasurable moan as Lisa explored.

Lisa drove deep into Lucy's mouth with her tongue and was met by Lucy's own. The two tongues shared their momentary embrace yet Lisa had other ideas and began to explore the inside of Lucy's cheek....

Immediately the kiss broke apart, Lisa looking at Lucy with a startled 'OMG!' look on her face.

"I don't believe it..." protested Lisa with a laugh.

"What?" pleaded the restrained Lucy.

Lisa cupped the side of Lucy's face with her hand and placed her thumb onto Lucy's beautiful full lips.

"Nghhmmmm.." moaned Lucy as Lisa's thumb gently passed into her mouth, Lucy's eyes looked submissively up at Lisa a moment as the sexual connotation of being penetrated sank in. Lisa carefully swiped the inside of Lucy's cheeks and freed the little ceramic like picks anchored inside.

"How did...." Began Lucy.

"Research" Lisa replied as she leant in and began to kiss the evermore disarmed Lucy.

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Kara was stood up, arms out to her sides, her wrists still anchored to the chain by whatever brutal procedure Kimberly had inflicted on her. The chain had been anchored overhead again although that was just about housekeeping, the real anchoring point seemed to lay on the sea bed or perhaps even beyond. Whatever it was, it seemed impossible to break the chain or its moorings. Little did Kara know that her previous efforts had been measured seismically at various monitoring stations, the scientists pouring over the data trying to make sense of the event.

Kimberly had dotted around the heroine some more of the fine metal wands, each with their own little flecks of green. Kara seemed to be at the edge of their range, she didn't feel bad but she felt the effect of their presence. Kimberly returned, a cable drum in one hand trailing out mains cable behind her, the other hand holding an equipment box.

"Why are we here, Kimberly?" Kara asked calmly.

"I like to play...my brother said I could play with you..." The muscular framed Kimberly replied.

"Do you always do what he says?" Kara probed gently, calmly.

"Oh not always ..... but he really is down on his luck...." Kimberly said as she set out her things.

"And what does that ..." Kara started to say.

"Quiet....always questions, they always used to ask why and then the ....you won't scream....will you..?...I'm only trying to make you pretty..." Kimberly said as she glanced between her tools and the heroine.

Kara fell into silence, this woman was unhinged and had this terrible substance under her control, the wicked green dust.

Kimberly read Kara's silence as compliance and rose to her feet, knife in hand.

Kara recoiled as much as she could as the powerful Kimberly approached and circled the vulnerable heroine. Stepping up behind Kara, Kimberly popped the anchor points of her cloak free and kicked away the crimson fabric puddle. Kara's body involuntarily began to tense up in the presence of the psychopath and her knife and the heroine had to fight to keep her composure.

Kara's breathing was deep, her body was preparing the fight or flee response, adrenalin coursed into her veins, her lungs seeking to load her blood with oxygen to drive her muscles. Her mind on the other hand knew she couldn't escape, all she could do was stand there and take it whilst bathing in the subtle green glow of the insidious dust.

From behind Kimberly turned her attention to the modest length red skirt that hinted at the fine figure of a woman beneath. Tugging away with her knife Kimberly ripped the skirt from the hem up to the waistband, tearing it in two before letting it drop to the floor.

Kara looked down and saw her partially shredded skirt on the floor. Once, when Selena had literally bull whipped her costume from her body the connection had meant so much more. Sure, she was still superpowered at that moment, but it was about love wrapped inside rampant lust and Kara had given herself freely to it. This ? This moment had been stolen from her, her body might respond in some way but her heart was with Selena.

Kimberly admired her handiwork, the remaining tight blue one piece outlined the tapestry hidden underneath. Grabbing the blue spandex Kimberly gathered in the material framing Kara's behind in something more akin to a thong, pulling it tight into Kara's crotch. Her cameltoe bulging into the fabric unseen, a tiny wet spot had just started to appear when ...

SCHINK

The taught material was sliced clean through and then released, the crotch segment of material just hanging loose from Kara's belly button. Kimberly patted Kara's behind, her lean muscled cheeks making a pleasing slap sound as Kimberly reddened up Kara's flesh a little. Kara twisted her body in rebellion, she wasn't going to voluntarily enjoy Kimberly's efforts even if her body did so.

Kara turned her head to look over her shoulder and scowled in protest but Kimberly was busy again, one hand gripping the lower back of the suit her knife now slicing upwards dividing it more or less in half up Kara's spine. Kara flexed her back trying to keep clear of the blade but was resigned to her suit being sliced apart, there was no escape.

SKRUTCH SKRUTCH SHRIIIIP

Kimberly parted the suit revealing Kara's back, the skin light and perfectly smooth, the subtle almost stepping stone like undulations of her spine highlighting her lean body. Moving around to the front Kimberly grabbed the loose spandex strip that been the gusset and began to hack away upwards, parting the costume as she went until she reached the S, pausing a moment before slicing the last part in half through the neckline.

Kara felt the cool air on her breasts and now reluctantly accepted her nudity in front of Kimberly who had bisected the suit in half, each side supported by the sleeves which remained intact. Kara was a blank piece, waiting to be decorated by Kimberly's skilful hands, she was the goddess of tattoo work and body modification and Kara was going to be her Mona Lisa. For a moment Kara felt ashamed, not because she had let herself down, but because she felt she was for Selena's eyes only and now here was this stranger who had rendered her naked.

Putting the knife in her belt, the psychotic artist's admiring hands assessed Kara's breasts, her stomach muscles, one hand just cupping Kara's pussy a moment before moving on down a thigh. This wasn't a sexual exploration, this was more like admiration in general, like a painter feeling the texture of canvas before commencing their work. Kara's eyes revealed her rage as she was explored like she was a 'thing' but that wasn't anything new for Kimberly to see.

"Now...let us begin..." Said Kimberly ominously as she studied the head of her tattoo machine.
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