[As promised, this story has action, peril, and mild sexual content (approaching moderate in one or two places). Part of the idea came from that freak windstorm that swept through the Washington D.C. area a couple of weeks ago.]
Chapter 1 --
On wilson Boulevard, just north of Arlington National Cemetary, a big elm tree had fallen across the entrance to a cul-de-sac, not only cutting off power to the whole neighborhood, but preventing people from leaving their homes until it was moved. Rory Davis, of Virginia Utility, was trimming branches with his chainsaw, waiting for the crane to arrive so that they could haul the trunk off the power lines.
"Let me give you a hand with that," said a pleasant female voice, as a beautiful young woman dropped from the sky, her high heeled ankle boots touching down lightly on the pavement.
Rory couldn't help staring, open-mouthed. The Fuchsia Fox reminded everyone who saw her of a Victoria's Secret model in her form-fitting reddish purple costume. Her halter top with its fox-head chest emblem left her smooth shoulders bare while caressing the round shapes of her lovely little breasts. Below her exposed midriff was a pair of tight matching briefs. Her silken legs were bare, her arms sheathed with elbow length gloves and gold bracelets.
The superheroine brushed her short brunette tresses as she surveyed the damage. "Looks like a mess, doesn't it?" she said. Once she was sure there were no live wires tangled up in it, she squatted down to find a place to grab hold of the trunk. With the power of her bracelets of Ishtar, this shouldn't be a problem.
Rory watched the Fox's exquisite legs as her shapely knees bent, and felt a pleasant tightness begin to arise inside his pants. "Hey wait!" he said suddenly, shaking himself out of his trance. "You can't... That weighs a ton!"
"Really? That's a lot of wood!" said the Fox as she straightened up, the muscles of her pert little butt flexing as she lifted the massive tree trunk over her head (while Rory groaned and bit his tongue). "Where do you want it?"
Without waiting for an answer (and the poor man looked too flustered to form one anyway), she lowered the tree trunk onto a clear patch of lawn where it wouldn't block traffic. By that time, a couple of dozen men, women and children had gathered, some taking pictures and in at least one case, a video. The superheroine smiled shyly at the attention.
"There was another superhero flying around earlier," said one of the women. "But he didn't come down to help like you did."
"Another superhero?" the Fox said. That was odd. She wasn't aware of any other superpeople permanently living in the area. She scanned the skies where the woman pointed, but apart from a black dot that might have been a bird, she didn't see anything. "Well, I'm glad I could be of help," she said, "but I've really got to run."
The Fox stretched her slender arms and threw herself into the sky. Retrieving the backpack which she had left hidden nearby, she crossed the Potomac River, flying lazily past the Lincoln Memorial, the World War II Memorial, and the Washington Monument, hardly noticed by the crowds of visiting tourists from all over the world. As always, she got goosebumps from the grand vista of The Mall, with its straight green lawn stretching over a mile between here and the Capitol Building, and lined on both sides with the museums of the Smithsonian Institution.
***
Minutes later, at American University, the Fox ducked into an unused storage room. Quickly she pulled on a pair of tight jeans and a blue sleeveless top over her costume, and exchanged her ankle boots for sandals. Then she stashed her boots, gloves, and bracelets of Ishtar into her backpack, and once again Jennifer Traylor was ready for another history class.
Jennifer was nearly to her classroom when she literally bumped into someone she never expected to see -- Professor Clayton Peabody, her old archaeology teacher at Atlanta State! "Professor!" she gushed, setting down her backpack as she stooped to pick up a couple of pages of handwritten notes the older man had dropped. "It's good to SEE you! What are you doing here in Washington?"
He seemed distracted, looking over his shoulder at the crowded hallway. "Miss... Miss Traylor, isn't it? Small world... small world indeed..." Suddenly he turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. "Listen to me, Miss Traylor! I have done a very foolish thing! The entire world could be in danger!"
The crowd in the hallway had thinned to a trickle. Jennifer saw her friends Sharon and Liz disappear into the classroom, which told her that she was going to be late. "Of course, professor," she said, biting her lip. "What's the trouble?"
He pushed the notes towards her. "An object... a device," he whispered, even though by now the hallway was deserted. "The Rod of Anu! How and where it was found is still a mystery, but it was studied in the 1930s by a commission headed by Vannevar Bush and Edward Teller. It was how they got the idea for the atom bomb!"
The name Anu meant something to Jennifer. It was the name of the Babylonian god of the sky. But distracted by the thought of missing her class, she merely humored her old teacher. "If this Rod was so powerful," she asked jokingly, "why didn't they use it against the Nazis?"
"It was too dangerous!" Peabody shrank back as if he had seen something over Jennifer's shoulder that frightened him. "President Franklin Roosevelt gave orders that it be hidden away, in 1943. But in my research, I found clues to its location! I should have left it alone, left it hidden. My notes! You must keep them--"
Without warning, the elderly archaeologist was slammed backward against the wall as though an invisible giant hand had grabbed him and pushed him. With a sigh, he sagged to the floor. "Professor!" Jennifer blurted out, dropping to her knees beside him. "Are you all right?"
"If he is, it is better than the fool deserves," said a harsh female voice with a strong Russian accent. Jennifer looked around and gasped. Walking down the corridor was an attractive blond woman, apparently in her mid 40s, dressed in knee high leather boots and a light green, double breasted military style uniform with a flared miniskirt that showed off a pair of gorgeous legs. The sight of her nevertheless sent a chill up Jennifer's spine. Major Zennakova!
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Cool start Cent.
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
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I admit it's not the most exciting opening I've ever done, but hopefully it will be better.
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chapter 2 --
The first thing Jennifer wanted to ask was, "How did you get out of prison?", but she didn't get the chance. She felt her slim body lifted a few inches off the floor by Zennakova's telekinetic powers and pinned against the wall, her long, jeans-clad legs dangling helplessly. She tried to struggle, but her arms were locked at her sides by the invisible force, which was nearly crushing the breath out of her.
Zennakova ignored the girl and snatched up Peabody's notes with a triumphant smile etching itself across her beautiful face. "You have led me a merry chase, professor, but I fear it was all for noth--" She broke off as she read the notes. "What is this... chicken scratch?"
Jennifer couldn't resist a tiny grin herself. The Professor was notorious for his poor penmanship. Jennifer was one of his few students who had mastered it.
The Russian villainess squinted at the writing. "I see references to the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and the Jefferson Memorial," she grumbled, glaring angrily down at Peabody's unconscious body. "But where is the Rod of Anu, old man? At which one?"
"Wouldn't... you like... to know?" Jennifer managed to gasp. Anything to prevent the villain from venting her frustration on the defenseless man.
Zennakova glared at Jennifer. Then, as surprised recognition dawned, her smile slowly returned, this time touched with irony. "I was asking myself when you would come into this, devochka," she smirked, as her eyes roamed the captive girl's shapely torso. "I hardly expected it to be like this!" Too late Jennifer remembered that the archvillainess had seen her before stripped of the image enhancing aura of her Fuchsia Fox costume. Here she was, caught without her powers by her deadliest enemy!
While Jennifer hung there unable to resist, Zennakova took hold of the tail of her shirt, pulling the thin clingy fabric up over the gentle swell of her perky breasts just high enough to reveal her costume underneath. "The Fuchsia Fox! And fortunately for me, you seem to be quite helpless! Tell me quickly! What do you know of this?"
"Get... stuffed!" Jennifer said, trying to concentrate on her bracelets of Ishtar, to will them onto her wrists.
"Come now, devochka!" the Russian beauty coaxed, as her hands slid downward along Jennifer's body and over the curve of her hips. Unsnapping her jeans, Zennakova slowly pulled her zipper down. Jennifer began to feel a pulse-quickening warmth spreading through her skin as her enemy's strong fingers massaged her crotch through the rough denim. "You know that I can be very persuasive when I wish to be..."
Just then two campus police entered the building at the end of the hallway. When they saw a man lying flat on the floor and two women apparently fighting, they immediately began running. Although Zennakova could have easily dealt with two armed men, she seemed to feel that it wasn't worth the trouble. With a scowl, she turned to make her escape.
As soon as the invisible telekinetic force released her, Jennifer drew in her breath and lunged at the fleeing villainess. Her muscles still feeling a little numb, she desperately reached out, clutched at the Professor's notes, heard the jagged sound of ripping paper, and fell heavily to the floor as the tail of Zennakova's little miniskirt disappeared around the corner and she was gone.
***
Professor Peabody was unconscious but not seriously injured. Jennifer helped get him to the campus infirmary and made sure he was okay before finally turning her attention to the notes she had taken from Zennakova.
Part of the booty was half of a letter signed by Vannevar Bush, Edward Teller, and Albert Einstein. The professor had not exaggerated the danger. It was the scientists' opinion that the Rod was some kind of alien technology, and apparently had the ability to cancel out the strong nuclear force... particle disintegration in other words. They recommended further study. Another letter was signed by FDR, overruling their opinion and ordering that it be hidden in a vault under the newly constructed-- and that's where the paper was ripped.
The third page was in Professor Peabody's own handwriting. It told of two keys, both of them needed to open the vault, and they were hidden in two different places, in the Air and Space Museum and the Natural History Museum. Jennifer had no way of knowing how much Zennakova knew about them. And if that evil Russian criminal got her hands on the Rod of Anu, the consequences could be disastrous! The only way Jennifer could think of to keep the keys safe was to find them first herself. Taking a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, she slipped into another storage room and began peeling off her clothes.
***
The Fuchsia Fox strode through the north entrance of the National Air and Space Museum, where her distinctive costume immediately drew attention. A group of seventh graders and their teacher, clustered around the Apollo 11 command module, caught sight of her and gawked. A few brave ones waved. The Fox smiled and waved back as she glided past. Then she pulled up short with her mouth open as the enormity of her task dawned on her.
The museum was nearly as big as a football field! The entrance lobby alone was over two stories high, with several full sized airplanes (including Lindburg's Spirit of St. Louis and the X-15 Rocket Plane) hanging from the steel ceiling girders. How was she supposed to find one small key hidden in all this? Where would she even start?
As the Fox passed the Welcome Center and turned into the east wing, not even sure what she was looking for, the sexy superlady picked up a small entourage of young men and teenage boys, keeping a respectful distance but fascinated by the enticing bobbing motion of her gorgeous little caboose. She did her best to ignore them.
Suddenly the phrase "Lords of the Air" caught her eye, apparently the name of a film being shown at the IMAX theater. The Fox stopped dead (causing one adolescent member of her escort to nearly bump into her rear end). That phrase had been scribbled in the margin of Peabody's notes! She had assumed it simply refered to the god Anu. But that didn't make sense. The key would have been hidden here in 1946, when the museum was first dedicated. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with an IMAX film!
On an impulse, the superheroine turned completely around, facing the "Pioneers of Flight" exhibit. The boys behind her blushed and tried to slink away. Brushing impatiently past them, the Fox was confrontedy by a long line of waxwork figures: Lilenthal, Bleriot, Langley, the Wright brothers, Earhart. Pioneers of Flight? Lords of the Air? But where to begin? Was she going to have to search all of them?
Then it hit her. These figures must have been updated and refurbished many times over the years. There was no way the key was there. What she needed was... Her eye lit upon a bronze plaque on the wall that surely must be part of the original design. When she gingerly pried it off, underneath the plaque was a flat strip of stainless steel, about an inch wide and six inches long, with a small chain suitable for looping around a wrist. Small groves were visible along its length. It was the key!
"Well done, Fuchsia Fox," said a gruff male voice behind her. "I'll take that."
The first thing Jennifer wanted to ask was, "How did you get out of prison?", but she didn't get the chance. She felt her slim body lifted a few inches off the floor by Zennakova's telekinetic powers and pinned against the wall, her long, jeans-clad legs dangling helplessly. She tried to struggle, but her arms were locked at her sides by the invisible force, which was nearly crushing the breath out of her.
Zennakova ignored the girl and snatched up Peabody's notes with a triumphant smile etching itself across her beautiful face. "You have led me a merry chase, professor, but I fear it was all for noth--" She broke off as she read the notes. "What is this... chicken scratch?"
Jennifer couldn't resist a tiny grin herself. The Professor was notorious for his poor penmanship. Jennifer was one of his few students who had mastered it.
The Russian villainess squinted at the writing. "I see references to the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and the Jefferson Memorial," she grumbled, glaring angrily down at Peabody's unconscious body. "But where is the Rod of Anu, old man? At which one?"
"Wouldn't... you like... to know?" Jennifer managed to gasp. Anything to prevent the villain from venting her frustration on the defenseless man.
Zennakova glared at Jennifer. Then, as surprised recognition dawned, her smile slowly returned, this time touched with irony. "I was asking myself when you would come into this, devochka," she smirked, as her eyes roamed the captive girl's shapely torso. "I hardly expected it to be like this!" Too late Jennifer remembered that the archvillainess had seen her before stripped of the image enhancing aura of her Fuchsia Fox costume. Here she was, caught without her powers by her deadliest enemy!
While Jennifer hung there unable to resist, Zennakova took hold of the tail of her shirt, pulling the thin clingy fabric up over the gentle swell of her perky breasts just high enough to reveal her costume underneath. "The Fuchsia Fox! And fortunately for me, you seem to be quite helpless! Tell me quickly! What do you know of this?"
"Get... stuffed!" Jennifer said, trying to concentrate on her bracelets of Ishtar, to will them onto her wrists.
"Come now, devochka!" the Russian beauty coaxed, as her hands slid downward along Jennifer's body and over the curve of her hips. Unsnapping her jeans, Zennakova slowly pulled her zipper down. Jennifer began to feel a pulse-quickening warmth spreading through her skin as her enemy's strong fingers massaged her crotch through the rough denim. "You know that I can be very persuasive when I wish to be..."
Just then two campus police entered the building at the end of the hallway. When they saw a man lying flat on the floor and two women apparently fighting, they immediately began running. Although Zennakova could have easily dealt with two armed men, she seemed to feel that it wasn't worth the trouble. With a scowl, she turned to make her escape.
As soon as the invisible telekinetic force released her, Jennifer drew in her breath and lunged at the fleeing villainess. Her muscles still feeling a little numb, she desperately reached out, clutched at the Professor's notes, heard the jagged sound of ripping paper, and fell heavily to the floor as the tail of Zennakova's little miniskirt disappeared around the corner and she was gone.
***
Professor Peabody was unconscious but not seriously injured. Jennifer helped get him to the campus infirmary and made sure he was okay before finally turning her attention to the notes she had taken from Zennakova.
Part of the booty was half of a letter signed by Vannevar Bush, Edward Teller, and Albert Einstein. The professor had not exaggerated the danger. It was the scientists' opinion that the Rod was some kind of alien technology, and apparently had the ability to cancel out the strong nuclear force... particle disintegration in other words. They recommended further study. Another letter was signed by FDR, overruling their opinion and ordering that it be hidden in a vault under the newly constructed-- and that's where the paper was ripped.
The third page was in Professor Peabody's own handwriting. It told of two keys, both of them needed to open the vault, and they were hidden in two different places, in the Air and Space Museum and the Natural History Museum. Jennifer had no way of knowing how much Zennakova knew about them. And if that evil Russian criminal got her hands on the Rod of Anu, the consequences could be disastrous! The only way Jennifer could think of to keep the keys safe was to find them first herself. Taking a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, she slipped into another storage room and began peeling off her clothes.
***
The Fuchsia Fox strode through the north entrance of the National Air and Space Museum, where her distinctive costume immediately drew attention. A group of seventh graders and their teacher, clustered around the Apollo 11 command module, caught sight of her and gawked. A few brave ones waved. The Fox smiled and waved back as she glided past. Then she pulled up short with her mouth open as the enormity of her task dawned on her.
The museum was nearly as big as a football field! The entrance lobby alone was over two stories high, with several full sized airplanes (including Lindburg's Spirit of St. Louis and the X-15 Rocket Plane) hanging from the steel ceiling girders. How was she supposed to find one small key hidden in all this? Where would she even start?
As the Fox passed the Welcome Center and turned into the east wing, not even sure what she was looking for, the sexy superlady picked up a small entourage of young men and teenage boys, keeping a respectful distance but fascinated by the enticing bobbing motion of her gorgeous little caboose. She did her best to ignore them.
Suddenly the phrase "Lords of the Air" caught her eye, apparently the name of a film being shown at the IMAX theater. The Fox stopped dead (causing one adolescent member of her escort to nearly bump into her rear end). That phrase had been scribbled in the margin of Peabody's notes! She had assumed it simply refered to the god Anu. But that didn't make sense. The key would have been hidden here in 1946, when the museum was first dedicated. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with an IMAX film!
On an impulse, the superheroine turned completely around, facing the "Pioneers of Flight" exhibit. The boys behind her blushed and tried to slink away. Brushing impatiently past them, the Fox was confrontedy by a long line of waxwork figures: Lilenthal, Bleriot, Langley, the Wright brothers, Earhart. Pioneers of Flight? Lords of the Air? But where to begin? Was she going to have to search all of them?
Then it hit her. These figures must have been updated and refurbished many times over the years. There was no way the key was there. What she needed was... Her eye lit upon a bronze plaque on the wall that surely must be part of the original design. When she gingerly pried it off, underneath the plaque was a flat strip of stainless steel, about an inch wide and six inches long, with a small chain suitable for looping around a wrist. Small groves were visible along its length. It was the key!
"Well done, Fuchsia Fox," said a gruff male voice behind her. "I'll take that."
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this adventure Fuchsia Fox is very good, this saga seems to be very interesting
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More good stuff!
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
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Chapter 3 --
"I said I'll take that," the man repeated, holding out his hand. "NOW!" He was almost entirely covered by a shiny black body suit with flaring shoulders. The only skin visible was the lower part of his face. Even his eyes were hidden by reflective goggles.
"And who might you be?" the Fuchsia Fox said, tucking the key into the waistband of her briefs for safekeeping. The metal felt cold and rather intimate against her bare skin.
"Blackbird," he said impatiently. "I've been following you around all day, hoping you'd lead me to the Rod of Anu. Lost you in American University for awhile, but--"
"I didn't see you," the stunning superheroine interrupted.
"That's because I was flying five hundred feet above you," he said, tapping his goggles. "Telescopic vision. We're wasting time! Hand me the Key!"
"I don't think so," the Fox scoffed, folding her arms underneath her bust. "You just admitted to stalking me! That doesn't exactly win over a girl's confidence, you know."
"I don't have time for this," Blackbird said irritably, as he suddenly jumped her.
Expecting an attack, the Fox had already raised her force shield, but he went for a wrestling hold. As his muscular arms locked around her waist, the lissome lady felt herself lifted off her feet and scooped into a powerful bear hug. A crowd gathered, and a couple of security guards came running to keep order. As Jennifer struggled in Blackbird's clutches, she hoped the guards had the sense not to try and interfere, but to just keep everybody back out of danger.
Blackbird's costume evidently had a power exoskeleton which enhanced his strength nearly up to the Fox's own level. They were at such close quarters, the spunky supergirl didn't have a whole lot of leverage. Her breasts were practically in his face, her long silken legs brushing his thighs. The force shield aura which encased her body about an inch from her skin repelled physical attacks when she wished, but she could still feel every hard bump of his body as it rubbed against her, not to mention his hands on her butt, trying to get at the key inside her briefs. "Give me the key," he smirked, squeezing her tight, scantily-clad body. "Don't make me hurt you!"
"As if!" the Fox said, as she suddenly chopped both hands down onto Blackbird's brawny shoulders. He loosened his grasp, and that was all the plucky heroine needed. She brought up her shapely knee in between the two of them and kicked her way clear, turning a complete backwards somersault to land gracefully on her feet.
Blackbird staggered backward a few feet, grimacing. "You're tougher than they told me. Good!" Charging forward, he threw a punch which glanced off her force shield. The Fox threw out her left in a quick jab to his torso which made him flinch and draw back. The spunky superheroine was glad to know that, judging by the feel, his costume might enhance his abilities, but it didn't carry any appreciable body armor, not much more than a single layer of Kevlar. She had that much of an advantage over him.
"We seem to be pretty fairly matched," he grunted as, with a smooth metallic SHICK!, three inch long steel claws popped into place along the fingers of his gloves. "Let's see how you do against my talons." He swooped again, his claws deflected only inches from the Fox's sinuous body by her force shield. She spun around and kicked, this time landing a good solid blow that knocked him off his feet and sent him skidding across the marble floor to butt up against a large information kiosk. The three female attendants gave squeaks of alarm and ran for cover.
Unfortunately, at the same time, the key worked its way free of the Fox's scanty briefs and landed with a metallic tink! on the floor. As the stunning superheroine was about to pick it up, Blackbird grabbed hold of the massive information counter and hoisted the whole thing off the floor. with a mighty heave, he drove the huge mass of the kiosk into the Fox, sweeping up her slim body and ramming her against the hard brick outer wall of the building. The heroine went down, entombed under half a ton of wood and formica!
Shocked silence fell over the museum. "Well, little lady," Blackbird said, brushing his hands as he retracted his talons and picked up the key. "I guess you weren't so tough after all..."
The wreckage shifted as the Fox shoved it aside, shaking out her beautiful brunette tresses as she stood up, looking as delectible as ever. "Give me a break, sport," she said, planting her hands on her hips. "Remind me to tell you about my last blind date. You're not even in the same league!" Launching herself at him, the sassy superheroine took two very long strides and gave him her best Sunday punch. WHAM!!! Her ebon clad adversary went flying across the room all the way back into the entrance lobby, sliding to a halt at the base of the Pershing missile display. Unluckily, he had kept his grip on the key.
"Screw this!" Blackbird hissed, pushing himself painfully to his feet. Stubby wings suddenly unfolded from his back, accompanied by a muffled whine as miniature engines powered up. With a bound, the villain shot upward toward the skylights, angling his flight so that his talons could slice through the two main cables holding up the X-15 Rocket Plane. The remaining supports groaned from the strain and snapped, one by one!
The Fox, right behind him, faltered. The children! That same class of seventh graders was still loitering in the lobby, and they were directly under the plunging aircraft! They looked up and screamed in terror!
As Blackbird crashed through the skylights and fled, the gallant young superheroine threw herself without hesitation into harm's way, her silky arms flexing as she caught the falling X-15 in mid air. Oh God it was heavier than it looked! She had caught the three ton plane a little off center, so that it had a tendency to tip backwards out of her grasp. Unable to stay aloft with it, the Fox was being pushed steadily towards the floor. She and the plane were going to splatter spectacularly right there in the middle of the lobby!
"Ishtar, please help me," Jennifer whispered under her breath as the power of her bracelets pulsed around her nubile young body.
Her fall was slowing! Her high heels touched ground, her pretty knees bent... In her crouched position, the Fox could feel the muscles in her thighs stretched taut from the strain of holding the rocket plane above her. But she WAS holding it! Around her, children were still screaming and crying, until someone herded them out of the way and the gorgeous superlady could gently set down her burden.
Then she could relax and take a deep breath. People were rushing up to her on all sides. "Are you all right?" -- "Thank you! How can we ever thank you?" -- "That was amazing! That was really something!"
"I'm glad I could be of help," the Fuchsia Fox said, smiling. But inside she couldn't help thinking that she had failed. Blackbird had gotten away with one of the keys. Whether he was working for Zennakova or for himself didn't much matter. Whatever the cost, she had to get to the other one before either of the villains did!
"I said I'll take that," the man repeated, holding out his hand. "NOW!" He was almost entirely covered by a shiny black body suit with flaring shoulders. The only skin visible was the lower part of his face. Even his eyes were hidden by reflective goggles.
"And who might you be?" the Fuchsia Fox said, tucking the key into the waistband of her briefs for safekeeping. The metal felt cold and rather intimate against her bare skin.
"Blackbird," he said impatiently. "I've been following you around all day, hoping you'd lead me to the Rod of Anu. Lost you in American University for awhile, but--"
"I didn't see you," the stunning superheroine interrupted.
"That's because I was flying five hundred feet above you," he said, tapping his goggles. "Telescopic vision. We're wasting time! Hand me the Key!"
"I don't think so," the Fox scoffed, folding her arms underneath her bust. "You just admitted to stalking me! That doesn't exactly win over a girl's confidence, you know."
"I don't have time for this," Blackbird said irritably, as he suddenly jumped her.
Expecting an attack, the Fox had already raised her force shield, but he went for a wrestling hold. As his muscular arms locked around her waist, the lissome lady felt herself lifted off her feet and scooped into a powerful bear hug. A crowd gathered, and a couple of security guards came running to keep order. As Jennifer struggled in Blackbird's clutches, she hoped the guards had the sense not to try and interfere, but to just keep everybody back out of danger.
Blackbird's costume evidently had a power exoskeleton which enhanced his strength nearly up to the Fox's own level. They were at such close quarters, the spunky supergirl didn't have a whole lot of leverage. Her breasts were practically in his face, her long silken legs brushing his thighs. The force shield aura which encased her body about an inch from her skin repelled physical attacks when she wished, but she could still feel every hard bump of his body as it rubbed against her, not to mention his hands on her butt, trying to get at the key inside her briefs. "Give me the key," he smirked, squeezing her tight, scantily-clad body. "Don't make me hurt you!"
"As if!" the Fox said, as she suddenly chopped both hands down onto Blackbird's brawny shoulders. He loosened his grasp, and that was all the plucky heroine needed. She brought up her shapely knee in between the two of them and kicked her way clear, turning a complete backwards somersault to land gracefully on her feet.
Blackbird staggered backward a few feet, grimacing. "You're tougher than they told me. Good!" Charging forward, he threw a punch which glanced off her force shield. The Fox threw out her left in a quick jab to his torso which made him flinch and draw back. The spunky superheroine was glad to know that, judging by the feel, his costume might enhance his abilities, but it didn't carry any appreciable body armor, not much more than a single layer of Kevlar. She had that much of an advantage over him.
"We seem to be pretty fairly matched," he grunted as, with a smooth metallic SHICK!, three inch long steel claws popped into place along the fingers of his gloves. "Let's see how you do against my talons." He swooped again, his claws deflected only inches from the Fox's sinuous body by her force shield. She spun around and kicked, this time landing a good solid blow that knocked him off his feet and sent him skidding across the marble floor to butt up against a large information kiosk. The three female attendants gave squeaks of alarm and ran for cover.
Unfortunately, at the same time, the key worked its way free of the Fox's scanty briefs and landed with a metallic tink! on the floor. As the stunning superheroine was about to pick it up, Blackbird grabbed hold of the massive information counter and hoisted the whole thing off the floor. with a mighty heave, he drove the huge mass of the kiosk into the Fox, sweeping up her slim body and ramming her against the hard brick outer wall of the building. The heroine went down, entombed under half a ton of wood and formica!
Shocked silence fell over the museum. "Well, little lady," Blackbird said, brushing his hands as he retracted his talons and picked up the key. "I guess you weren't so tough after all..."
The wreckage shifted as the Fox shoved it aside, shaking out her beautiful brunette tresses as she stood up, looking as delectible as ever. "Give me a break, sport," she said, planting her hands on her hips. "Remind me to tell you about my last blind date. You're not even in the same league!" Launching herself at him, the sassy superheroine took two very long strides and gave him her best Sunday punch. WHAM!!! Her ebon clad adversary went flying across the room all the way back into the entrance lobby, sliding to a halt at the base of the Pershing missile display. Unluckily, he had kept his grip on the key.
"Screw this!" Blackbird hissed, pushing himself painfully to his feet. Stubby wings suddenly unfolded from his back, accompanied by a muffled whine as miniature engines powered up. With a bound, the villain shot upward toward the skylights, angling his flight so that his talons could slice through the two main cables holding up the X-15 Rocket Plane. The remaining supports groaned from the strain and snapped, one by one!
The Fox, right behind him, faltered. The children! That same class of seventh graders was still loitering in the lobby, and they were directly under the plunging aircraft! They looked up and screamed in terror!
As Blackbird crashed through the skylights and fled, the gallant young superheroine threw herself without hesitation into harm's way, her silky arms flexing as she caught the falling X-15 in mid air. Oh God it was heavier than it looked! She had caught the three ton plane a little off center, so that it had a tendency to tip backwards out of her grasp. Unable to stay aloft with it, the Fox was being pushed steadily towards the floor. She and the plane were going to splatter spectacularly right there in the middle of the lobby!
"Ishtar, please help me," Jennifer whispered under her breath as the power of her bracelets pulsed around her nubile young body.
Her fall was slowing! Her high heels touched ground, her pretty knees bent... In her crouched position, the Fox could feel the muscles in her thighs stretched taut from the strain of holding the rocket plane above her. But she WAS holding it! Around her, children were still screaming and crying, until someone herded them out of the way and the gorgeous superlady could gently set down her burden.
Then she could relax and take a deep breath. People were rushing up to her on all sides. "Are you all right?" -- "Thank you! How can we ever thank you?" -- "That was amazing! That was really something!"
"I'm glad I could be of help," the Fuchsia Fox said, smiling. But inside she couldn't help thinking that she had failed. Blackbird had gotten away with one of the keys. Whether he was working for Zennakova or for himself didn't much matter. Whatever the cost, she had to get to the other one before either of the villains did!
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Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
Nice fight there in the museum. Good work C.
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
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I appreciate it, amigo.
Chapter 4 --
At the Museum of Natural History, the Fuchsia Fox hurried past the big bull elephant under the Rotunda, ignoring the tourists turning to check her out. Where to look? Where could "Lords of the Air" apply in a Natural History museum? Nothing about aviation, certainly. There was always the Anthropology department. Maybe there was something about Anu himself!
As she reached the second floor, the spunky superheroine grabbed the first museum employee she saw, a rather stoutly-built security guard in a dark blue uniform, whose nameplate identified him as "Brandon". The Fox flashing him her most winsome smile. "Um... Help me out here, Brandon. Does the museum have an exhibit on Assyriology?"
"It's pronounced 'Brundun'," he said, as his beady eyes slid off the superheroine's beautiful face, down her neck, and settled on her nubile breasts. "Um... The National Gallery of Art had an exhibit of classic Wheaties boxes last month, but... um..."
The Fox touched his chin and gently tilted his face up so that he was looking into her brown eyes. "Please focus, Brandon! This is important! ASS-yriology, not cereal."
"You mean... like Chinese kites or something? 'Cause there's, like, a--"
He was interrupted by the ringing of a bell alarm. Tourists began looking around in all directions as they tried to find the exits, but Brandon scowled. "Oh no, don't panic, everybody," he said importantly. "Calm down! It's just somebody tapping the glass too hard in the Birds of the Air display! If I've told them once, I've told them a million times, they're just stuffed! They won't move..."
BIRDS of the Air? The Fox quickly scrambled after him.
***
Two corridors over was a room dedicated entirely to avian life. Tourists were steadily streaming out, while the alarm finally shut off. Once inside, the reason became obvious. One of the full sized display cases had been broken open, and standing inside was Major Zennakova! The beautiful Russian had just pried loose a bronze plaque, and as she discarded it, the Fox could see that she was holding a shiny strip of stainless steel. The second KEY!
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" shouted Brandon, blowing any chance the Fox may have had of jumping the supervillain by surprise. "Get out of that display!"
"Do not come any closer!" Zennakova warned, as with her free hand she took a small remote out of the pocket of her neat green uniform and in the same swift movement pushed one of the buttons. "Somewhere in this museum, I have planted a half liter canister full of a very nasty flesh-eating virus. I have now activated the timing mechanism. In precisely ten minutes, the virus will be released unless I press the deactivation button. I might also add that if you rush me, I can release it instantly with the push of another button. Do you have any doubt that my reflexes are at least as good as yours, devochka?"
"You're bluffing," the Fox scowled.
"You know me better than that, devochka. I do not bluff."
The Fox sighed bitterly, but didn't move closer. "Keep talking, Zennakova."
"Needless to say," the blond said, picking her way over the broken glass of the display, "my genetically superior body is immune..." She jumped down to the floor, miniskirt swirling around her creamy thighs. "...so that I do not care one way or the other."
Brandon was staring at the Russian woman's legs, but somehow the gist of her threat seemed to filter down. "A virus?" he said, pulling the heavy flashlight from his belt and starting towards her. "Hey, that's not right!"
"Cool it, Brandon," the Fox said, quickly laying two restraining hands on the guard's broad shoulders. "She's a supervillain! She means it!"
"And now, devochka," said the Russian beauty, "you will sit down on the floor, both of you. Then you will remove those lovely bracelets. Do not worry; I have learned my lesson about trying to use them. I would simply feel more comfortable if they were out of your reach. The same goes for the watchman's communication device."
The Fox watched her narrowly, her lissome frame tensed for action as she weighed her chances. The virus probably wouldn't kill right away, but did she have the right to run that risk? On the other hand, if she let her go now, there was always the chance that she would be able to stop her later...
Jennifer took off her bracelets of Ishtar and placed them carefully on the floor against the wall. Then she backed away and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her. Brandon put his walkie-talkie next to them and squatted down beside the superheroine.
"Very good," said Zennakova, as she used her telekinetic powers to move both the bracelets and the watchman's radio to her side of the room. "Now unfasten your halter top."
"Wait just a minute," the Fox said, flushing as much with embarrassment as with anger. "If you think I'm going to take off my--"
"No need to upset yourself, devochka," Zennakova said reasonably. "Not that you have anything to be embarrassed about. I merely wish to ensure that you are too busy to come running after me the moment I am out of sight."
Without her bracelets, it was really too late to protest. The Fox did as she was told. A moment later both hands were cupped over her breasts, the only things holding the fabric of her loosened costume in place so that she wouldn't be exposed. She felt her cheeks burning as she tried not to look at Brandon sitting beside her, much too close for comfort! For his part, the security guard was sweating as he also struggled not to stare at the gorgeous superheroine sitting within reach of him with her clothes undone.
Zennakova backed slowly towards the nearest exit. "Now just plant your lovely self right there in that spot until I am gone."
The tension was suddenly shattered by a loud shout as another guard came barreling through the doorway. Catching Zennakova completely off guard, he tackled the sexy Russian from behind. As the two of them hit the floor and rolled, Zennakova bumped her head on the corner of a display case, and the key went flying out of her hand... as did the remote, which bounced off the wall and landed under the guard's flailing feet, where he accidentally smashed it into a dozen pieces!
"Oh no!" the Fox groaned, as she frantically struggled to get her costume back in place.
"That was great, Larry!" Brandon said with heavy sarcasm as he got to his feet. "That was terrific! The Fuchsia Fox and I had everything under control, but you just had to butt in, didn't you?"
The other guard (dark-haired and on the lean side) blinked in confusion. He was crouched on the floor with Zennakova's body prone underneath him, stunned from the blow she had taken. "What?" he said, as he bound her wrists behind her with a plastic security tie. "I thought..."
"You didn't THINK! You never think!"
Jennifer whistled loudly for them to shut up. "There's no time to argue!" she said, putting her bracelets back on. "We've got less than ten minutes to find that canister!" She snatched up the Key and handed it to Larry, because however attractive her Fuchsia Fox costume was, it didn't come with pockets. "Hold onto this for me. Guard it with your life! And call in some more guards to watch Zennakova! She's very, very dangerous! Come on, Brandon!"
As the Fox hurried from one exhibition room to another, scanning for anything that looked out of place, her mind was full of second thoughts. She should have told the guard to call the FBI to take charge of Zennakova. She should have kept the Key herself. But there were just too many things crowding in on her! Right now finding the canister had to be her top priority! Half a liter... a little larger than a soda can...
"It could be hidden in a bookbag," she said, thinking out loud, "a purse, even a paper sack."
"Not likely," Brandon huffed, struggling to keep up with the nimble young superheroine. "Since 9/11, we notice any personal items left unattended and take them to Lost and Found."
"Lost and Found?" For a second, the Fox toyed with the possibility that Zennakova had simply checked it in herself. "No. She wouldn't want it shut up in a room. She would have put it where it would get as many people as possible..." Her voice trailed off as Brandon looked at her and they had the same idea at the same time. They even spoke at the same time.
"The Rotunda!" The main entrance of the museum was an enormous domed room four stories high. If the canister were opened there, on the second or third stories, the virus would not only rain down upon everyone coming in or out of the museum, air currents would carry it drifting through the open galleries into each level! The Fox sprinted up the stairs to the third level, her long legs taking the steps two at a time.
Chapter 4 --
At the Museum of Natural History, the Fuchsia Fox hurried past the big bull elephant under the Rotunda, ignoring the tourists turning to check her out. Where to look? Where could "Lords of the Air" apply in a Natural History museum? Nothing about aviation, certainly. There was always the Anthropology department. Maybe there was something about Anu himself!
As she reached the second floor, the spunky superheroine grabbed the first museum employee she saw, a rather stoutly-built security guard in a dark blue uniform, whose nameplate identified him as "Brandon". The Fox flashing him her most winsome smile. "Um... Help me out here, Brandon. Does the museum have an exhibit on Assyriology?"
"It's pronounced 'Brundun'," he said, as his beady eyes slid off the superheroine's beautiful face, down her neck, and settled on her nubile breasts. "Um... The National Gallery of Art had an exhibit of classic Wheaties boxes last month, but... um..."
The Fox touched his chin and gently tilted his face up so that he was looking into her brown eyes. "Please focus, Brandon! This is important! ASS-yriology, not cereal."
"You mean... like Chinese kites or something? 'Cause there's, like, a--"
He was interrupted by the ringing of a bell alarm. Tourists began looking around in all directions as they tried to find the exits, but Brandon scowled. "Oh no, don't panic, everybody," he said importantly. "Calm down! It's just somebody tapping the glass too hard in the Birds of the Air display! If I've told them once, I've told them a million times, they're just stuffed! They won't move..."
BIRDS of the Air? The Fox quickly scrambled after him.
***
Two corridors over was a room dedicated entirely to avian life. Tourists were steadily streaming out, while the alarm finally shut off. Once inside, the reason became obvious. One of the full sized display cases had been broken open, and standing inside was Major Zennakova! The beautiful Russian had just pried loose a bronze plaque, and as she discarded it, the Fox could see that she was holding a shiny strip of stainless steel. The second KEY!
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" shouted Brandon, blowing any chance the Fox may have had of jumping the supervillain by surprise. "Get out of that display!"
"Do not come any closer!" Zennakova warned, as with her free hand she took a small remote out of the pocket of her neat green uniform and in the same swift movement pushed one of the buttons. "Somewhere in this museum, I have planted a half liter canister full of a very nasty flesh-eating virus. I have now activated the timing mechanism. In precisely ten minutes, the virus will be released unless I press the deactivation button. I might also add that if you rush me, I can release it instantly with the push of another button. Do you have any doubt that my reflexes are at least as good as yours, devochka?"
"You're bluffing," the Fox scowled.
"You know me better than that, devochka. I do not bluff."
The Fox sighed bitterly, but didn't move closer. "Keep talking, Zennakova."
"Needless to say," the blond said, picking her way over the broken glass of the display, "my genetically superior body is immune..." She jumped down to the floor, miniskirt swirling around her creamy thighs. "...so that I do not care one way or the other."
Brandon was staring at the Russian woman's legs, but somehow the gist of her threat seemed to filter down. "A virus?" he said, pulling the heavy flashlight from his belt and starting towards her. "Hey, that's not right!"
"Cool it, Brandon," the Fox said, quickly laying two restraining hands on the guard's broad shoulders. "She's a supervillain! She means it!"
"And now, devochka," said the Russian beauty, "you will sit down on the floor, both of you. Then you will remove those lovely bracelets. Do not worry; I have learned my lesson about trying to use them. I would simply feel more comfortable if they were out of your reach. The same goes for the watchman's communication device."
The Fox watched her narrowly, her lissome frame tensed for action as she weighed her chances. The virus probably wouldn't kill right away, but did she have the right to run that risk? On the other hand, if she let her go now, there was always the chance that she would be able to stop her later...
Jennifer took off her bracelets of Ishtar and placed them carefully on the floor against the wall. Then she backed away and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her. Brandon put his walkie-talkie next to them and squatted down beside the superheroine.
"Very good," said Zennakova, as she used her telekinetic powers to move both the bracelets and the watchman's radio to her side of the room. "Now unfasten your halter top."
"Wait just a minute," the Fox said, flushing as much with embarrassment as with anger. "If you think I'm going to take off my--"
"No need to upset yourself, devochka," Zennakova said reasonably. "Not that you have anything to be embarrassed about. I merely wish to ensure that you are too busy to come running after me the moment I am out of sight."
Without her bracelets, it was really too late to protest. The Fox did as she was told. A moment later both hands were cupped over her breasts, the only things holding the fabric of her loosened costume in place so that she wouldn't be exposed. She felt her cheeks burning as she tried not to look at Brandon sitting beside her, much too close for comfort! For his part, the security guard was sweating as he also struggled not to stare at the gorgeous superheroine sitting within reach of him with her clothes undone.
Zennakova backed slowly towards the nearest exit. "Now just plant your lovely self right there in that spot until I am gone."
The tension was suddenly shattered by a loud shout as another guard came barreling through the doorway. Catching Zennakova completely off guard, he tackled the sexy Russian from behind. As the two of them hit the floor and rolled, Zennakova bumped her head on the corner of a display case, and the key went flying out of her hand... as did the remote, which bounced off the wall and landed under the guard's flailing feet, where he accidentally smashed it into a dozen pieces!
"Oh no!" the Fox groaned, as she frantically struggled to get her costume back in place.
"That was great, Larry!" Brandon said with heavy sarcasm as he got to his feet. "That was terrific! The Fuchsia Fox and I had everything under control, but you just had to butt in, didn't you?"
The other guard (dark-haired and on the lean side) blinked in confusion. He was crouched on the floor with Zennakova's body prone underneath him, stunned from the blow she had taken. "What?" he said, as he bound her wrists behind her with a plastic security tie. "I thought..."
"You didn't THINK! You never think!"
Jennifer whistled loudly for them to shut up. "There's no time to argue!" she said, putting her bracelets back on. "We've got less than ten minutes to find that canister!" She snatched up the Key and handed it to Larry, because however attractive her Fuchsia Fox costume was, it didn't come with pockets. "Hold onto this for me. Guard it with your life! And call in some more guards to watch Zennakova! She's very, very dangerous! Come on, Brandon!"
As the Fox hurried from one exhibition room to another, scanning for anything that looked out of place, her mind was full of second thoughts. She should have told the guard to call the FBI to take charge of Zennakova. She should have kept the Key herself. But there were just too many things crowding in on her! Right now finding the canister had to be her top priority! Half a liter... a little larger than a soda can...
"It could be hidden in a bookbag," she said, thinking out loud, "a purse, even a paper sack."
"Not likely," Brandon huffed, struggling to keep up with the nimble young superheroine. "Since 9/11, we notice any personal items left unattended and take them to Lost and Found."
"Lost and Found?" For a second, the Fox toyed with the possibility that Zennakova had simply checked it in herself. "No. She wouldn't want it shut up in a room. She would have put it where it would get as many people as possible..." Her voice trailed off as Brandon looked at her and they had the same idea at the same time. They even spoke at the same time.
"The Rotunda!" The main entrance of the museum was an enormous domed room four stories high. If the canister were opened there, on the second or third stories, the virus would not only rain down upon everyone coming in or out of the museum, air currents would carry it drifting through the open galleries into each level! The Fox sprinted up the stairs to the third level, her long legs taking the steps two at a time.
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Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
So is the virus a fake out or maybe a trap for FF?
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
this saga is going in an interesting way so strange the way it was defeated zennakova
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
No, the virus is not a fake out unfortunately. It's just that with the remote broken, they have to hustle to find it before the timer goes off.
Zennakova defeated? You wish!
You're probably going to love the next few paragraphs. I was just thinking... I have this sexy villainess, so why don't we ever get to see HER in bondage?
Zennakova defeated? You wish!
You're probably going to love the next few paragraphs. I was just thinking... I have this sexy villainess, so why don't we ever get to see HER in bondage?
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Chapter 5 --
After Brandon and the Fuchsia Fox ran off, Larry looked down at Major Zennakova. Lying prone on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her, she didn't LOOK all that dangerous. She looked like a MILF... mid 40s, probably very experienced. He shrugged as he took off her belt then went about frisking her carefully for hidden weapons. He did a thorough job of it, too... unbuttoning the front of her military style uniform to make sure she didn't have stuff hidden in her cleavage (very nice cleavage, by the way), checking under her miniskirt a couple of times (hmmmm white silk panties), even unzipping her boots and feeling his way all the way up and down her bare legs, just in case.
There seemed to be a lot of activity on his radio. Brandon was saying something about a canister, mobilizing all the other guards to search for it. Larry, feeling a bit out of the loop, held up that curious-looking key the sexy young superbabe had given him. It really did look a little--
Suddenly Larry slammed against a Plexiglas display as if an invisible force had grabbed him and shoved him. As he sagged unconscious, Zennakova sat up. Drawing up her pretty knees, she bent her supple body forward so that she could slip her wrists over her feet and in front of her. Then she concentrated her telekinetic powers on undoing the plastic strip which held her bound.
***
The Fox circled the Rotunda on the third floor, desperately looking for anything that shouldn't be there. Bracing herself against one of the marble columns, she stood on tiptoe and leaned out over the ornate railing (incidentally giving a couple of tourists an eye-popping look at her long, alluring legs and her stunning, spandex-clad tush). Nestled against the last column was a dull silver can, about the size of a tall beer can except that it had a little red LED display on it that was steadily counting down.
It was the canister! Now that she had it, the Fox wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. She had been hoping that the timing mechanism was something jury-rigged on the spur of the moment, something that she might have a chance of disarming. But this looked too complicated. Knowing Zennakova, the canister was probably booby-trapped, too. She had to get rid of it then! The dome above her was solid, but there were windows up on the top level she could crash through, and once outside, she could throw it--
NO, STUPID! she told herself abruptly. That might work for an explosive bomb, but with a microorganism, she would only be spreading it over a much wider area! She needed something that would either neutralize it, or incinerate it, or... or...
"Here!" Brandon shouted, gasping for breath as he came running up, holding in his outstretched hands... a thirty-gallon plastic trash bag!
"Brandon, you're a genius!" Without hesitating, Jennifer dropped the canister inside. The security guard quickly closed the opening, cinched up the opening as tightly as he could, and spun the bag around a few times for good measure. Then he grabbed the sexy superheroine by the waist and heroically dove to the marble floor on top of her!
Together they heard the canister go pphffffft! The bag expanded as the pressurized aerosol inside released, blowing it up like a balloon. But the seal remained intact. The deadly virus was contained inside the bag! It was a bit of an anticlimax, really.
"Er... you can let me up now," said the Fuchsia Fox, flat on her back with the guard on top of her. Brandon let out a long, slow sigh of relief and only then seemed to realize where he was. He looked down at the sleek, sexy female body pinned underneath him, at her smooth curves and her two sweet little nubbins, squashed together against the V front of her halter top. He could almost see the nipple of the one on the left. His muscles tensed up, his skin flushed hot pink. Jennifer felt the pressure of his ding dong as it swelled up against her thigh and she couldn't help giggling. "Really, Brandon! We've only just met!"
"It's pronounced 'Brundun'," he said sheepishly. "Um... yeah. Why don't I let you up? I'll just... um... let you up then, should I?"
***
Back at the Birds of the Air exhibit, they found Larry sitting up, rubbing the bruise on his forehead where he had hit the display case. Zennakova and the Key were gone, naturally.
The Fox could have kicked herself! She was really making a mess of things! Thanks to her, Blackbird had one key and Zennakova had the other! The only thing she had left was to figure out which of the three monuments -- the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, or the Jefferson Memorial -- the Rod of Anu was hidden in and get there in time to stop them!
Fortunately for her, that was one piece of information she had known from the very beginning.
***
The Jefferson Memorial, completed in 1943 to honor the third President of the United States, sits in East Potomac Park on the south shore of the Tidal Basin. It is a round structure surrounded by classical columns and topped by a dome, its front portico facing the Washington Monument and beyond it the White House a little over a mile to the north.
The tourists this afternoon were a little startled to be sharing it with a man dressed in what looked like shiny black armor. He seemed to be examining the entire monument carefully, the walls, the interior colonnade, the four marble slabs with selections from Jefferson's writings, and finally the huge bronze statue of Jefferson itself. After a thorough search, he lifted up a square of marble from the floor, revealing a panel with TWO keyholes. Blackbird stood up, grinding his teeth in frustration, and twirling the key by its little chain.
"Kind of stuck, aren't you?" said a feminine voice behind him.
He turned around slowly and saw a beautiful female figure silhouetted in the north entrance. "Why am I not surprised to see you, Fuchsia Fox?"
The alluring superheroine didn't answer right away as she walked towards him. He admired the youthful sway of her lean body, the quiet click of her high heels on the marble floor. Tourists began to gather around her like bees to honey. "Please evacuate the building, ladies and gentlemen," the Fox said. "It's for your own safety. This could get ugly."
They weren't inclined to take her seriously at first. This was the Jefferson Memorial! Who would want to fight in here? But they looked again at the man in the black armor and seemed to change their minds.
Blackbird was clenching the fist that held his key. "It doesn't have to be ugly," he said grimly, "if you'll just be sensible and give me the other KEY!" Suddenly launching himself forward, he plowed into the Fox with his entire body, slamming her against one of the upright marble slabs. Even with her force shield up, the luscious superheroine winced with the impact. She flailed back with her right fist, but only managed a glancing blow which he shrugged off.
The tourists bolted for the exits as Blackbird grappled with the Fox, catching her by the throat and pinning her to the marble. "I don't want to beat up a girl! Give me the key!"
"Oh now you're... making me mad," Jennifer gasped, struggling to break out of his grip. She tried kicking out with one shapely leg, but he had her pinned at an awkward angle. He drew back his fist and drove it into her stomach like a battering ram. Her force shield absorbed a great deal of the force, but she still felt it.
With a supreme effort, the Fox wrenched his hand from her throat and twisted his arm back, at the same time bringing her knee up into his ribcage. The man in black grunted and staggered backwards as she punched him again. "That's it!" he growled, aiming a sweeping backhand at her with his talons. "The kid gloves are OFF!"
"It is too late for that, Cherno Gyoos!" Major Zennakova had appeared at the south entrance, flanked by six henchmen in green fatigue uniforms and sidearms. Two of them were armed with rifles that looked like miniature bazookas.
Even as the Fox turned to face them, the two bazookas fired. But instead of the shells the superheroine had expected, each gun fired a projectile which blossomed into a ribbon of metallic cloth. One instantly wrapped around her lissome body, pinning her arms tightly to her sides, and it kept going. Coiling around her torso and down her legs all the way to her slim ankles, it didn't stop until the sexy supergirl was trussed up practically like a mummy and helpless. She dropped to the floor, squirming and struggling.
Glancing over at Blackbird, the Fox saw that he had been hit by the other projectile and was bound just as tightly. One of Zennakova's henchmen picked up the key which he had dropped and brought it to her. "Spasibo, Minsky," she said, holding it up next to the key she already had. "Now let us proceed with no further delay, shall we?"
After Brandon and the Fuchsia Fox ran off, Larry looked down at Major Zennakova. Lying prone on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her, she didn't LOOK all that dangerous. She looked like a MILF... mid 40s, probably very experienced. He shrugged as he took off her belt then went about frisking her carefully for hidden weapons. He did a thorough job of it, too... unbuttoning the front of her military style uniform to make sure she didn't have stuff hidden in her cleavage (very nice cleavage, by the way), checking under her miniskirt a couple of times (hmmmm white silk panties), even unzipping her boots and feeling his way all the way up and down her bare legs, just in case.
There seemed to be a lot of activity on his radio. Brandon was saying something about a canister, mobilizing all the other guards to search for it. Larry, feeling a bit out of the loop, held up that curious-looking key the sexy young superbabe had given him. It really did look a little--
Suddenly Larry slammed against a Plexiglas display as if an invisible force had grabbed him and shoved him. As he sagged unconscious, Zennakova sat up. Drawing up her pretty knees, she bent her supple body forward so that she could slip her wrists over her feet and in front of her. Then she concentrated her telekinetic powers on undoing the plastic strip which held her bound.
***
The Fox circled the Rotunda on the third floor, desperately looking for anything that shouldn't be there. Bracing herself against one of the marble columns, she stood on tiptoe and leaned out over the ornate railing (incidentally giving a couple of tourists an eye-popping look at her long, alluring legs and her stunning, spandex-clad tush). Nestled against the last column was a dull silver can, about the size of a tall beer can except that it had a little red LED display on it that was steadily counting down.
It was the canister! Now that she had it, the Fox wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. She had been hoping that the timing mechanism was something jury-rigged on the spur of the moment, something that she might have a chance of disarming. But this looked too complicated. Knowing Zennakova, the canister was probably booby-trapped, too. She had to get rid of it then! The dome above her was solid, but there were windows up on the top level she could crash through, and once outside, she could throw it--
NO, STUPID! she told herself abruptly. That might work for an explosive bomb, but with a microorganism, she would only be spreading it over a much wider area! She needed something that would either neutralize it, or incinerate it, or... or...
"Here!" Brandon shouted, gasping for breath as he came running up, holding in his outstretched hands... a thirty-gallon plastic trash bag!
"Brandon, you're a genius!" Without hesitating, Jennifer dropped the canister inside. The security guard quickly closed the opening, cinched up the opening as tightly as he could, and spun the bag around a few times for good measure. Then he grabbed the sexy superheroine by the waist and heroically dove to the marble floor on top of her!
Together they heard the canister go pphffffft! The bag expanded as the pressurized aerosol inside released, blowing it up like a balloon. But the seal remained intact. The deadly virus was contained inside the bag! It was a bit of an anticlimax, really.
"Er... you can let me up now," said the Fuchsia Fox, flat on her back with the guard on top of her. Brandon let out a long, slow sigh of relief and only then seemed to realize where he was. He looked down at the sleek, sexy female body pinned underneath him, at her smooth curves and her two sweet little nubbins, squashed together against the V front of her halter top. He could almost see the nipple of the one on the left. His muscles tensed up, his skin flushed hot pink. Jennifer felt the pressure of his ding dong as it swelled up against her thigh and she couldn't help giggling. "Really, Brandon! We've only just met!"
"It's pronounced 'Brundun'," he said sheepishly. "Um... yeah. Why don't I let you up? I'll just... um... let you up then, should I?"
***
Back at the Birds of the Air exhibit, they found Larry sitting up, rubbing the bruise on his forehead where he had hit the display case. Zennakova and the Key were gone, naturally.
The Fox could have kicked herself! She was really making a mess of things! Thanks to her, Blackbird had one key and Zennakova had the other! The only thing she had left was to figure out which of the three monuments -- the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, or the Jefferson Memorial -- the Rod of Anu was hidden in and get there in time to stop them!
Fortunately for her, that was one piece of information she had known from the very beginning.
***
The Jefferson Memorial, completed in 1943 to honor the third President of the United States, sits in East Potomac Park on the south shore of the Tidal Basin. It is a round structure surrounded by classical columns and topped by a dome, its front portico facing the Washington Monument and beyond it the White House a little over a mile to the north.
The tourists this afternoon were a little startled to be sharing it with a man dressed in what looked like shiny black armor. He seemed to be examining the entire monument carefully, the walls, the interior colonnade, the four marble slabs with selections from Jefferson's writings, and finally the huge bronze statue of Jefferson itself. After a thorough search, he lifted up a square of marble from the floor, revealing a panel with TWO keyholes. Blackbird stood up, grinding his teeth in frustration, and twirling the key by its little chain.
"Kind of stuck, aren't you?" said a feminine voice behind him.
He turned around slowly and saw a beautiful female figure silhouetted in the north entrance. "Why am I not surprised to see you, Fuchsia Fox?"
The alluring superheroine didn't answer right away as she walked towards him. He admired the youthful sway of her lean body, the quiet click of her high heels on the marble floor. Tourists began to gather around her like bees to honey. "Please evacuate the building, ladies and gentlemen," the Fox said. "It's for your own safety. This could get ugly."
They weren't inclined to take her seriously at first. This was the Jefferson Memorial! Who would want to fight in here? But they looked again at the man in the black armor and seemed to change their minds.
Blackbird was clenching the fist that held his key. "It doesn't have to be ugly," he said grimly, "if you'll just be sensible and give me the other KEY!" Suddenly launching himself forward, he plowed into the Fox with his entire body, slamming her against one of the upright marble slabs. Even with her force shield up, the luscious superheroine winced with the impact. She flailed back with her right fist, but only managed a glancing blow which he shrugged off.
The tourists bolted for the exits as Blackbird grappled with the Fox, catching her by the throat and pinning her to the marble. "I don't want to beat up a girl! Give me the key!"
"Oh now you're... making me mad," Jennifer gasped, struggling to break out of his grip. She tried kicking out with one shapely leg, but he had her pinned at an awkward angle. He drew back his fist and drove it into her stomach like a battering ram. Her force shield absorbed a great deal of the force, but she still felt it.
With a supreme effort, the Fox wrenched his hand from her throat and twisted his arm back, at the same time bringing her knee up into his ribcage. The man in black grunted and staggered backwards as she punched him again. "That's it!" he growled, aiming a sweeping backhand at her with his talons. "The kid gloves are OFF!"
"It is too late for that, Cherno Gyoos!" Major Zennakova had appeared at the south entrance, flanked by six henchmen in green fatigue uniforms and sidearms. Two of them were armed with rifles that looked like miniature bazookas.
Even as the Fox turned to face them, the two bazookas fired. But instead of the shells the superheroine had expected, each gun fired a projectile which blossomed into a ribbon of metallic cloth. One instantly wrapped around her lissome body, pinning her arms tightly to her sides, and it kept going. Coiling around her torso and down her legs all the way to her slim ankles, it didn't stop until the sexy supergirl was trussed up practically like a mummy and helpless. She dropped to the floor, squirming and struggling.
Glancing over at Blackbird, the Fox saw that he had been hit by the other projectile and was bound just as tightly. One of Zennakova's henchmen picked up the key which he had dropped and brought it to her. "Spasibo, Minsky," she said, holding it up next to the key she already had. "Now let us proceed with no further delay, shall we?"
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The fox is now in a difficult situation trapped in the villain
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Nice launcher trap. Looks like FF is in trouble. More good stuff.
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
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Chapter 6 --
Major Zennakova knelt down and put the keys into the locks. She and the henchman she had called Minsky turned the keys simultaneously. There was a click, a rusty grinding noise from under their feet, and the huge bronze statue of Jefferson began to slide forward.
The Fuchsia Fox flexed her muscles, pushing with her power aura as she struggled to break free of her restraints. The metallic cloth bound her tightly from her ankles to just under her bust, where it squeezed her pert breasts upwards like the world's tightest push-up bra. As she strained, the bindings gave a little, perhaps three or four inches, and then snapped back. She spared a glance for the man in black armor, who didn't seem to be making any headway either. "I thought you were on her side!" she said accusingly.
Blackbird shook his head. "Of course not! I'm with the National Security Agency. I've been trying to KEEP it from her!"
"What do you think I'VE been trying to do?" Jennifer replied in frustration. If it hadn't been for his stupid macho posturing, the two of them could have been working together all this time! "Look, do you think your talons can cut this stuff?"
"They probably could," he said bitterly, "if my arms weren't pinned to my sides."
"Then scoot over here," the Fox said, stretching her smooth, sinuous body and snaking herself in his direction.
A cylindrical metal cage had risen up from under the statue's base. The bars appeared to be in alternate layers of steel and brass. Inside was a slender rod of blue crystal, about twelve inches long, maybe an inch in diameter. Tiny pinpoints of light were drifting lazily upwards along its length like fireflies. Zennakova examined the cage which kept her from her prize and said, "Bring up the laser cutting torch."
One of the henchmen unslung a weapon that looked like a black tube, connected by a power cable to his backpack. As he activated a high intensity laser beam and began cutting through the cage, the one named Minsky said, "Major, park rangers are approaching from the south."
"Hold them off," the villainess snapped shortly, her eyes intent on the man with the cutting torch. Minsky gestured, sending three of the goons off to the south entrance.
Meanwhile, the Fox had wormed her way next to Blackbird. He was lying facing her, and because of his jet pack he was having trouble turning over. The alluring superheroine had to push herself over him without the use of her hands, her soft breasts squashed against his hard armored body. Flushing a little at the intimate contact, the Fox slithered down his other side, where she had to wait for him to wiggle into position. A moment later, she felt his body rubbing against her tail as he tried to rake his talons along her bindings.
"That is enough of that, sweetness," said Minsky, noticing what they were doing. Grinning, he grabbed the Fox's ankles and dragged her away out of Blackbird's reach.
Zennakova only spared them a glance. "Careful!" she commanded the henchman with the laser torch, who was slicing through the last layer of the cage! The Rod of Anu was nearly hers!
Jennifer bit back tears! There had to be SOMETHING she could do! Then her eyes lit on the laser torch. The next idea she had was crazy, absolutely insane. Whenever she flew, she had to use her arms and legs to stabilize her flight, otherwise she wobbled all over the place. Tied up like this, she would be at best an unguided missile. But she was desperate!
Closing her eyes, she concentrated. The Fox could feel her bracelets enveloping her body with the anti-graviton field which enabled her to fly. Sure enough, she took off like a shot straight for the north exit! Frantically shifting her weight, the lissome superheroine slammed into one of the columns by the entrance, rebounded back and hit one of the upright marble slabs! Ouch! That hurt!
"Stop her!" Minsky shouted, drawing his sidearm as the Fox plowed into him and kept going.
"Sorry about that!" Jennifer shouted back in passing, as she twisted her body around and tried to aim for the statue of Jefferson. The thug with the laser torch looked up, pointing the weapon at the oncoming superheroine without thinking. The Fox felt the heat of the laser as it struck her and did an awkward roll to let the beam play across her mummy wrappings. A second later she crashed into the big bronze statue and fell to the marble floor.
Come on! Sitting on her butt with her arms and legs still bound tightly, Jennifer strained her utmost. The top two layers of the metallic cloth had been severed. She could feel the damaged bindings give a little bit... a little more...
Minsky and another thug grabbed the superheroine on either side and roughly hoisted her to her feet. "That was foolish, little one," Minsky said. "Now we're going to have to--"
Just then the Fox broke free of her restraints! The metallic ribbon, shredded, dropped to the floor at her feet! She immediately struck out to her left, the flat of her hand catching Zennakova's thug like a pile driver and sending him flying. Minsky's face turned white as a sheet. "Oh Mama," he whimpered, as the lovely young superheroine grabbed a handful of his shirt and flung him the length of the room.
"Well done, devochka," said Major Zennakova. "But you are too late." She was holding the Rod of Anu in her hand! Before the Fox could make a move, the Russian villainess turned calmly for the north exit, while her remaining four henchmen moved to cover her escape.
The men opened fire with their sidearms, although the Fuchsia Fox barely noticed. The superheroine dispatched all four of them in less than five seconds.
The delay gave Zennakova the chance to vault down the north steps. There was a boat waiting for her at the edge of the Tidal Basin, but in between, parked on the driveway that encircled the Jefferson Memorial, was a police cruiser. Two officers were behind it, pointing guns at her. She halted. As the same time, she heard the click of high heels as the Fox landed on the steps above her.
"Give it up, Zennakova!" the superheroine said. "It's all over."
"Devochka, you obviously have no idea what you are dealing with!" the Russian beauty said, smiling as she turned and pointed the Rod of Anu. A pencil-thin blue beam ran down the front of the patrol car, and the vehicle simply fell into two neat halves where the beam had struck. The two police officers hit the dirt as a wave of red heat came boiling out of the gap, and the gas tank exploded in a ball of fire.
Zennakova spun around, letting the perfectly straight beam sweep across the trees which landscaped the park. There was no sign of the slightest resistance as it sliced straight through everything it touched. Tree trunks fell and burst into flames. She stood facing the Fox now. "Run home and hide under your bed like a good little girl, and I will let you live."
Part of Jennifer wanted to do just that! She knew that her force shield couldn't stop everything. There were plenty of times she could feel electrical jolts and really hard blows in spite of its protection. How could it possibly stand up to this? While she hesitated, Zennakova hurried down the steps towards her waiting getaway boat.
The park rangers must have alerted the US Army because two helicopters were approaching rapidly from the direction of Fort Myer, across the Potomac River. One of them fired off a missile. Zennakova swept the Rod of Anu through the air and destroyed it. Then she sliced through the helicopter itself and laughed as the aircraft collapsed into itself and exploded. She aimed at the second copter...
"No!" the Fox shouted, throwing herself forward. She didn't know what she could do, but she'd be eternally damned if she'd stand here and do nothing while people were getting killed!
For a brief moment, it looked as if she was going to take Zennakova by surprise, but then the Russian villainess turned and aimed the Rod of Anu straight between her eyes!
Major Zennakova knelt down and put the keys into the locks. She and the henchman she had called Minsky turned the keys simultaneously. There was a click, a rusty grinding noise from under their feet, and the huge bronze statue of Jefferson began to slide forward.
The Fuchsia Fox flexed her muscles, pushing with her power aura as she struggled to break free of her restraints. The metallic cloth bound her tightly from her ankles to just under her bust, where it squeezed her pert breasts upwards like the world's tightest push-up bra. As she strained, the bindings gave a little, perhaps three or four inches, and then snapped back. She spared a glance for the man in black armor, who didn't seem to be making any headway either. "I thought you were on her side!" she said accusingly.
Blackbird shook his head. "Of course not! I'm with the National Security Agency. I've been trying to KEEP it from her!"
"What do you think I'VE been trying to do?" Jennifer replied in frustration. If it hadn't been for his stupid macho posturing, the two of them could have been working together all this time! "Look, do you think your talons can cut this stuff?"
"They probably could," he said bitterly, "if my arms weren't pinned to my sides."
"Then scoot over here," the Fox said, stretching her smooth, sinuous body and snaking herself in his direction.
A cylindrical metal cage had risen up from under the statue's base. The bars appeared to be in alternate layers of steel and brass. Inside was a slender rod of blue crystal, about twelve inches long, maybe an inch in diameter. Tiny pinpoints of light were drifting lazily upwards along its length like fireflies. Zennakova examined the cage which kept her from her prize and said, "Bring up the laser cutting torch."
One of the henchmen unslung a weapon that looked like a black tube, connected by a power cable to his backpack. As he activated a high intensity laser beam and began cutting through the cage, the one named Minsky said, "Major, park rangers are approaching from the south."
"Hold them off," the villainess snapped shortly, her eyes intent on the man with the cutting torch. Minsky gestured, sending three of the goons off to the south entrance.
Meanwhile, the Fox had wormed her way next to Blackbird. He was lying facing her, and because of his jet pack he was having trouble turning over. The alluring superheroine had to push herself over him without the use of her hands, her soft breasts squashed against his hard armored body. Flushing a little at the intimate contact, the Fox slithered down his other side, where she had to wait for him to wiggle into position. A moment later, she felt his body rubbing against her tail as he tried to rake his talons along her bindings.
"That is enough of that, sweetness," said Minsky, noticing what they were doing. Grinning, he grabbed the Fox's ankles and dragged her away out of Blackbird's reach.
Zennakova only spared them a glance. "Careful!" she commanded the henchman with the laser torch, who was slicing through the last layer of the cage! The Rod of Anu was nearly hers!
Jennifer bit back tears! There had to be SOMETHING she could do! Then her eyes lit on the laser torch. The next idea she had was crazy, absolutely insane. Whenever she flew, she had to use her arms and legs to stabilize her flight, otherwise she wobbled all over the place. Tied up like this, she would be at best an unguided missile. But she was desperate!
Closing her eyes, she concentrated. The Fox could feel her bracelets enveloping her body with the anti-graviton field which enabled her to fly. Sure enough, she took off like a shot straight for the north exit! Frantically shifting her weight, the lissome superheroine slammed into one of the columns by the entrance, rebounded back and hit one of the upright marble slabs! Ouch! That hurt!
"Stop her!" Minsky shouted, drawing his sidearm as the Fox plowed into him and kept going.
"Sorry about that!" Jennifer shouted back in passing, as she twisted her body around and tried to aim for the statue of Jefferson. The thug with the laser torch looked up, pointing the weapon at the oncoming superheroine without thinking. The Fox felt the heat of the laser as it struck her and did an awkward roll to let the beam play across her mummy wrappings. A second later she crashed into the big bronze statue and fell to the marble floor.
Come on! Sitting on her butt with her arms and legs still bound tightly, Jennifer strained her utmost. The top two layers of the metallic cloth had been severed. She could feel the damaged bindings give a little bit... a little more...
Minsky and another thug grabbed the superheroine on either side and roughly hoisted her to her feet. "That was foolish, little one," Minsky said. "Now we're going to have to--"
Just then the Fox broke free of her restraints! The metallic ribbon, shredded, dropped to the floor at her feet! She immediately struck out to her left, the flat of her hand catching Zennakova's thug like a pile driver and sending him flying. Minsky's face turned white as a sheet. "Oh Mama," he whimpered, as the lovely young superheroine grabbed a handful of his shirt and flung him the length of the room.
"Well done, devochka," said Major Zennakova. "But you are too late." She was holding the Rod of Anu in her hand! Before the Fox could make a move, the Russian villainess turned calmly for the north exit, while her remaining four henchmen moved to cover her escape.
The men opened fire with their sidearms, although the Fuchsia Fox barely noticed. The superheroine dispatched all four of them in less than five seconds.
The delay gave Zennakova the chance to vault down the north steps. There was a boat waiting for her at the edge of the Tidal Basin, but in between, parked on the driveway that encircled the Jefferson Memorial, was a police cruiser. Two officers were behind it, pointing guns at her. She halted. As the same time, she heard the click of high heels as the Fox landed on the steps above her.
"Give it up, Zennakova!" the superheroine said. "It's all over."
"Devochka, you obviously have no idea what you are dealing with!" the Russian beauty said, smiling as she turned and pointed the Rod of Anu. A pencil-thin blue beam ran down the front of the patrol car, and the vehicle simply fell into two neat halves where the beam had struck. The two police officers hit the dirt as a wave of red heat came boiling out of the gap, and the gas tank exploded in a ball of fire.
Zennakova spun around, letting the perfectly straight beam sweep across the trees which landscaped the park. There was no sign of the slightest resistance as it sliced straight through everything it touched. Tree trunks fell and burst into flames. She stood facing the Fox now. "Run home and hide under your bed like a good little girl, and I will let you live."
Part of Jennifer wanted to do just that! She knew that her force shield couldn't stop everything. There were plenty of times she could feel electrical jolts and really hard blows in spite of its protection. How could it possibly stand up to this? While she hesitated, Zennakova hurried down the steps towards her waiting getaway boat.
The park rangers must have alerted the US Army because two helicopters were approaching rapidly from the direction of Fort Myer, across the Potomac River. One of them fired off a missile. Zennakova swept the Rod of Anu through the air and destroyed it. Then she sliced through the helicopter itself and laughed as the aircraft collapsed into itself and exploded. She aimed at the second copter...
"No!" the Fox shouted, throwing herself forward. She didn't know what she could do, but she'd be eternally damned if she'd stand here and do nothing while people were getting killed!
For a brief moment, it looked as if she was going to take Zennakova by surprise, but then the Russian villainess turned and aimed the Rod of Anu straight between her eyes!
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Nice update, looking good.
How strange are the ways of the gods ...........and how cruel.
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Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
Agreeing with tallyho, excellent action there and nice cliffhanger.
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
another interesting chapter, how she escaped the trap was pretty crazy
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Chapter 7 --
Instinctively, the Fuchsia Fox raised her hands up in front of her face, hoping that somehow the bracelets of Ishtar would deflect the beam. What happened next surprised her.
The perfectly straight, pencil-thin blue beam wrapped around her wrist like one of those plastic glow bracelets she used to get for Halloween when she was little. Only it hung there like a deadly living thing. She could see a little bead of light racing from the Rod, up the beam, around her bracelet and back down the beam to the Rod that Zennakova was still holding in her hand, only to go through the entire cycle again about once a second.
Zennakova herself was standing there frozen in place, a worried expression on her face as she struggled to figure out what had gone wrong. A violent wind was blowing her hair, whipping her miniskirt around her legs. The air around the two of them was literally boiling.
What was going on? Suddenly Jennifer's science classes came back to her. Of course! The beam disintegrated matter by breaking down nuclear cohesion. That energy had to go somewhere. It couldn't just disappear! And as long as the beam was on, air molecules were constantly falling into it, disintegrating and generating still more heat! The boiling air was swirling around them now like a hurricane, ripping up trees and hurling cars around. The water in the Tidal Basin was steaming and churning. The Army helicopter had to beat a hasty retreat. If something wasn't done, the storm would keep building until it destroyed the entire city! "Zennakova!" the Fox shouted over the wind. "Turn... off... the beam!"
The Russian beauty shook her head with difficulty, and from the terrified expression on her face, Jennifer understood that she wasn't just being stubborn. She had lost control of the Rod of Anu!
That was just great! The Fox wondered what would happen if she tried to fly. If it followed her, that would at least remove the danger from the immediate area. It was worth a try.
Her anti-graviton field activated. She felt her feet lift off the ground and at the same time Zennakova, locked to her by the disintegration beam, rose with her. The windstorm rose with them. Now that she had a little breathing space, it suddenly came to her why her bracelets had stopped the beam. Since Anu was supposedly a Babylonian god, it was a good bet that his Rod was also Zumerian technology, just like her bracelets of Ishtar. They were compatible. Did that mean maybe SHE could control the beam?
Higher and higher the two of them drifted, the eye of their own personal hurricane. Jennifer closed her eyes. "Please, Ishtar," she whispered. "Please don't let me fail!"
Think positive, you stupid girl! The thought was so clear and strong in Jennifer's head, for a second she thought it was Ishtar speaking to her. But it was only her own conscience. Wherever it came from, it galvanized her. The Fox clenched her teeth, focusing every particle of her will on averting catastrophe. If she couldn't turn the beam off, maybe she could turn its power inward into itself. Come on, concentrate! Concentrate!
High over the city, the storm raged, spawning smaller cyclones that sped off into Arlington and Bethesda. Then suddenly it blew up like a nova and dissipated. Two gorgeous female figures, one in fuchsia, the other in green, plunged into the turbulent waters of the Tidal Basin.
***
"I'm telling you back off! Give her some room!"
The Fox came to with a whiff of pure, fresh oxygen in her lungs. That was because of the transparent plastic mask on her face. She was lying on the concrete verge of the Tidal Basin, her body soaking wet and surrounded by paramedics. She took off the mask and smiled up at them. "Thanks," she said.
"Are you okay?" one of the paramedics said. "We thought you were a goner for sure."
"I'm fine," the stunning superheroine said, sitting up and stroking her legs. Emergency vehicles were parked all around. The air was still full of the acrid smell of burning rubber and charred wood. The pure white marble of the Jefferson Memorial was streaked with soot, but it was still standing. "What about Major Zennakova?"
The paramedic shook his head, and just then the Fox caught sight of Blackbird standing behind him. The superheroine pushed herself to her feet. "They're combing the Tidal Basin now," Blackbird said, pointing at the police boats, "but no sign of her. No sign of the Rod, either. I suppose it was destroyed in the blast?"
"That's what I was trying to do," the Fox confessed. "That thing is too dangerous to have around."
Blackbird sighed as if this was the answer he had been expecting. "That's just what they said you'd do. I guess you can't change history after all."
"What WHO said I'd do?" the heroine blurted. "What's going on here? You told me you were following me since this morning, hoping I'd lead you to the Rod. How did you know Professor Peabody was going to get in touch with me? We met by pure accident!"
"I'm sorry, that's classified."
The Fox grabbed him by the front of his body suit and lifted him off the ground. "Listen, Blackjack! I'm in no mood to be pissed around with right now!" The paramedics looked alarmed, but they didn't dare interfere.
"Okay, okay," he said hastily. "You won't believe me anyway." As she lowered him to the ground again, he lowered his voice to the paramedics wouldn't overhear. "Project Oracle. We have a team of psychics, remote viewers, and so on. Sometimes they get a precognitive glimpse into the immediate future. We got a report from them a week ago that the Fuchsia Fox would get her hands on the Rod of Anu and destroy it."
"That's... that's nuts!"
The NSA operative shrugged. "I thought so, too. Couldn't even find a Rod of Anu in our computer files anywhere. Someone finally found a report in a box of paper files gathering dust in the archives. Trouble is, our information was incomplete. It gave the location of the Rod but not the locations of the keys. For that I needed you."
***
The Fox borrowed someone's cell phone and left a message for her boyfriend, Martin, who was a captain stationed at Fort Myer and would be worried about her. But she waited there at the Jefferson Memorial while the wreckage of the police car and the helicopter were cleared away. Finally at sunset the police gave up their search for Major Zennakova's body and went home.
Jennifer had done her best to protect them both from the blast, but the backlash from the implosion of the beam had knocked her out. She didn't want Zennakova to be dead, though, not because of her. There were tears glistening in her eyes as she said a quiet prayer to Ishtar. She knew it was stupid, but she wished the Russian beauty had survived somehow. She was good at that.
As she sat there alone on the marble steps, her fingers traced the smooth surface of the golden bracelets of Ishtar, which had saved her life once again. Only now there was a narrow blue ring at the trailing edge of each bracelet. It looked like lapis lazuli, except that when she thought about the Rod, a faint little bead of light stirred inside them, restlessly zipping around and around and around...
>>>>>>>>>>>>the end
Instinctively, the Fuchsia Fox raised her hands up in front of her face, hoping that somehow the bracelets of Ishtar would deflect the beam. What happened next surprised her.
The perfectly straight, pencil-thin blue beam wrapped around her wrist like one of those plastic glow bracelets she used to get for Halloween when she was little. Only it hung there like a deadly living thing. She could see a little bead of light racing from the Rod, up the beam, around her bracelet and back down the beam to the Rod that Zennakova was still holding in her hand, only to go through the entire cycle again about once a second.
Zennakova herself was standing there frozen in place, a worried expression on her face as she struggled to figure out what had gone wrong. A violent wind was blowing her hair, whipping her miniskirt around her legs. The air around the two of them was literally boiling.
What was going on? Suddenly Jennifer's science classes came back to her. Of course! The beam disintegrated matter by breaking down nuclear cohesion. That energy had to go somewhere. It couldn't just disappear! And as long as the beam was on, air molecules were constantly falling into it, disintegrating and generating still more heat! The boiling air was swirling around them now like a hurricane, ripping up trees and hurling cars around. The water in the Tidal Basin was steaming and churning. The Army helicopter had to beat a hasty retreat. If something wasn't done, the storm would keep building until it destroyed the entire city! "Zennakova!" the Fox shouted over the wind. "Turn... off... the beam!"
The Russian beauty shook her head with difficulty, and from the terrified expression on her face, Jennifer understood that she wasn't just being stubborn. She had lost control of the Rod of Anu!
That was just great! The Fox wondered what would happen if she tried to fly. If it followed her, that would at least remove the danger from the immediate area. It was worth a try.
Her anti-graviton field activated. She felt her feet lift off the ground and at the same time Zennakova, locked to her by the disintegration beam, rose with her. The windstorm rose with them. Now that she had a little breathing space, it suddenly came to her why her bracelets had stopped the beam. Since Anu was supposedly a Babylonian god, it was a good bet that his Rod was also Zumerian technology, just like her bracelets of Ishtar. They were compatible. Did that mean maybe SHE could control the beam?
Higher and higher the two of them drifted, the eye of their own personal hurricane. Jennifer closed her eyes. "Please, Ishtar," she whispered. "Please don't let me fail!"
Think positive, you stupid girl! The thought was so clear and strong in Jennifer's head, for a second she thought it was Ishtar speaking to her. But it was only her own conscience. Wherever it came from, it galvanized her. The Fox clenched her teeth, focusing every particle of her will on averting catastrophe. If she couldn't turn the beam off, maybe she could turn its power inward into itself. Come on, concentrate! Concentrate!
High over the city, the storm raged, spawning smaller cyclones that sped off into Arlington and Bethesda. Then suddenly it blew up like a nova and dissipated. Two gorgeous female figures, one in fuchsia, the other in green, plunged into the turbulent waters of the Tidal Basin.
***
"I'm telling you back off! Give her some room!"
The Fox came to with a whiff of pure, fresh oxygen in her lungs. That was because of the transparent plastic mask on her face. She was lying on the concrete verge of the Tidal Basin, her body soaking wet and surrounded by paramedics. She took off the mask and smiled up at them. "Thanks," she said.
"Are you okay?" one of the paramedics said. "We thought you were a goner for sure."
"I'm fine," the stunning superheroine said, sitting up and stroking her legs. Emergency vehicles were parked all around. The air was still full of the acrid smell of burning rubber and charred wood. The pure white marble of the Jefferson Memorial was streaked with soot, but it was still standing. "What about Major Zennakova?"
The paramedic shook his head, and just then the Fox caught sight of Blackbird standing behind him. The superheroine pushed herself to her feet. "They're combing the Tidal Basin now," Blackbird said, pointing at the police boats, "but no sign of her. No sign of the Rod, either. I suppose it was destroyed in the blast?"
"That's what I was trying to do," the Fox confessed. "That thing is too dangerous to have around."
Blackbird sighed as if this was the answer he had been expecting. "That's just what they said you'd do. I guess you can't change history after all."
"What WHO said I'd do?" the heroine blurted. "What's going on here? You told me you were following me since this morning, hoping I'd lead you to the Rod. How did you know Professor Peabody was going to get in touch with me? We met by pure accident!"
"I'm sorry, that's classified."
The Fox grabbed him by the front of his body suit and lifted him off the ground. "Listen, Blackjack! I'm in no mood to be pissed around with right now!" The paramedics looked alarmed, but they didn't dare interfere.
"Okay, okay," he said hastily. "You won't believe me anyway." As she lowered him to the ground again, he lowered his voice to the paramedics wouldn't overhear. "Project Oracle. We have a team of psychics, remote viewers, and so on. Sometimes they get a precognitive glimpse into the immediate future. We got a report from them a week ago that the Fuchsia Fox would get her hands on the Rod of Anu and destroy it."
"That's... that's nuts!"
The NSA operative shrugged. "I thought so, too. Couldn't even find a Rod of Anu in our computer files anywhere. Someone finally found a report in a box of paper files gathering dust in the archives. Trouble is, our information was incomplete. It gave the location of the Rod but not the locations of the keys. For that I needed you."
***
The Fox borrowed someone's cell phone and left a message for her boyfriend, Martin, who was a captain stationed at Fort Myer and would be worried about her. But she waited there at the Jefferson Memorial while the wreckage of the police car and the helicopter were cleared away. Finally at sunset the police gave up their search for Major Zennakova's body and went home.
Jennifer had done her best to protect them both from the blast, but the backlash from the implosion of the beam had knocked her out. She didn't want Zennakova to be dead, though, not because of her. There were tears glistening in her eyes as she said a quiet prayer to Ishtar. She knew it was stupid, but she wished the Russian beauty had survived somehow. She was good at that.
As she sat there alone on the marble steps, her fingers traced the smooth surface of the golden bracelets of Ishtar, which had saved her life once again. Only now there was a narrow blue ring at the trailing edge of each bracelet. It looked like lapis lazuli, except that when she thought about the Rod, a faint little bead of light stirred inside them, restlessly zipping around and around and around...
>>>>>>>>>>>>the end
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
New powers for Fox? Nice conclusion there Centurion, great story.
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
another great saga of Fuchsia Fox, something tells me that the major Russian is not dead
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
Yep, new powers... but after seeing it go out of control like that, don't expect her to use them indescriminately.
And yes, it would be rash indeed to assume that Major Zennakova did not somehow find a way to survive.
I've got another story I'm still ironing out a couple of bugs on. But sometime in September you can look forward to the Return of... (thunder crashes)... the Black Storm!
And yes, it would be rash indeed to assume that Major Zennakova did not somehow find a way to survive.
I've got another story I'm still ironing out a couple of bugs on. But sometime in September you can look forward to the Return of... (thunder crashes)... the Black Storm!
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "Mayhem on the Mall"
Good work, Mr C.
How strange are the ways of the gods ...........and how cruel.
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