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Kranz 17, Russian Army Base
Siberia, Russian Federation

Colonel Sergi Chernecko swore under his breath as he and seven other soldiers searched the long since abandoned base. Chernecko swung his flashlight from the left to the right, nothing. Old 1980 era computers, lab equipment, and furniture decorated the labs and rooms of Kranz 17. Each Russian soldier was clothed in winter uniforms and coats. Most Armies had learned the hard way to prepare their troops for winter conditions. Russia hadn’t, as old as the country was her soldiers were prepared to deal with the cold.

Although Siberia was pushing it, even with thermal coats, long johns, thick classic Russian hats, they were still freezing.
“All right, do the search and then let’s get the hell out of here!” he ordered. The privates mumbled a reply and followed his orders. Like most soldiers in the Red Army (Even though they weren’t communists, the name stuck) they were hardly paid and lack enthusiasm for their line of work. Chernecko grunted remembering the old days of his youth.

He had no love of the socialist system, but at least the world respected the Red Army then. Now their equipment was considered second rate, their Army and Navy a joke, only the few new fighters of Frontal Aviation (Air Force) gained respect for the new Russian armed forces. With no money to spend on them, the armed branches had to deal with it. In an attempt to save more money, Moscow was mothballing installations left and right. This one had been on hiatus since the coup attempt in Moscow in 1991. His men were to check it for anything vital then the rest of the stuff would be stripped and sold to other nations with money.

‘Probably some black ass Muslims with too much money’ He thought referring to Iran. As he dived deeper into the facility Chernecko found more equipment that was in line with this base’s line of work. Kranz 17 had been a genetic facility, messing with human genome. His brief said that nothing of importance had come from the base, only built to keep in line with some other American project during Regan’s years in office. ‘Damn actor’ he thought, ‘he makes us spend billions to keep up with Star Wars and secret projects, and now we can’t even buy more than fifty new tanks a year, bastard’.

Coming to an end of one of the labs he saw a strange door, it was labeled DANGER in Cyrillic letters. Curios he stepped closer to the door, he saw a latch on the front, gripping it he pulled upwards and the door opened. Pulling it back, he was shocked to discover what he found! A woman.

She was wearing only a thin skin tight white garment that had tubes and stuff attached. Thick green liquid was all around her. Started he called for his men, none came. Determined to do something, Chernecko found a set of instructions on the inside of the door. Quickly reading he found the appropriate buttons that were labeled drain and shock. Pushing them in that order he saw the liquid begin to drain from the tube. Where it went he didn’t know, but soon he was too distracted by the woman, she was convulsing. He could hear the sounds of electric shocks. Soon it stopped. The liquid was drained away and nothing moved inside the glass.

Worried he killed the girl he went to yell for his men again when the glass shattered and the woman stepped out knocking him down. He looked up at her. She was gifted with a fine body. Although not a body builder she seemed to be athletic. Long blonde hair came to the shoulder blades. She also had piercing green eyes. Without even thinking she demanded him to come to attention.
“Excuse me?” he laughed.
She frowned and then reached down, lifting him off his feet with one hand. Chernecko’s eyes widened in horror, she was a metahuman. ‘My god Moscow messed with that!’
“I have the rank of General in the KGB ‘Colonel’, I suggest you show me proper respect!” she hissed.
“Um…yes Sir, but there is no more KGB…” he said. She screamed and threw him across the room. He slammed into an old table and it collapsed under his weight. She threw her hands on her hips and stared him down.
“Care to explain why you indulge me with tales of fantasy?”
He gulped, “The KGB was ended in the nineties…there are two new organizations sir, the SVR for intelligence and the FSB for state security.”
She seemed pause to think, a small look of worry on her face, it was gone quickly, “Who is the General Secretary of the Communist Party?”
“No one…the communist party is gone.”
“LIAR!” she speed over to him in seconds and proceeded to snap his neck, Chernecko never knowing what happened.

One of his privates came in holding a ten year old bottle of vodka; he then noticed the strange woman and the dead Colonel. Raising his AK-74 rifle he tried to fire only to be killed without even knowing what killed him. All six other soldiers met the same fate.

Moscow
Two weeks later

The Russian President sat in his office looking over countless documents. His thin balding appearance had not been aided by the crisis’s he kept facing. Checyena, the Kursk, the War on Terror, Iraq, all had taken their toll. Plus his harder line measures hadn’t earned him a place in the hearts and minds of other world leaders.

A briefing book on the situation the western sections of Russia was the next item on his agenda, till he noticed the woman in red in front of him. She was tall, blonde, athletic and he had seen her once before, in fact twenty years earlier, she hadn’t aged a day.

“Tanya Lvov?” he asked in shocked. Two questions in his head, how this woman was still alive, and the other how she got past his security.
“Yes comrade Colonel.” Referring to his old rank, “I indeed live; live to find out that the nation I served has collapsed like a Leningrad hoar house.” She stepped towards him. He reached for the phone only to have it smashed as her fist slammed down onto it.
“You have grown weak Colonel! What happened! This was once a strong proud country, now we are not even second to the Main Enemy!” she referred to the United States.
“Tanya…please the world changed while you slept….” He wasn’t allowed to finish.

“Please comrade Colonel! What happened to Red Storm, the success of the USSR over the USA, thrown away because of money!” she sneered.
He didn’t have an answer. Suddenly he was lifted by the arms of Tanya. She pierced his soul with those eyes, “I will fulfill my mission, and now I will be punishing the United States instead of crippling her. When I return Comrade Colonel, we will discuss how to bring Russia back to glory.”

The Russian President thought he was going to die then he landed back in his chair. At the same moment a dozen of his security personnel entered. All carried pistols; they were soon backed up by Spetsnazs, Russian Army Special Forces carrying the new AN-94 rifle. His chief of security came to his side.
“Sir! Are you alright? She knocked everyone out, the support staff, troops and my men!”
The President nodded weakly, “Yes…get the Defense Console, now!”

“Impossible!” cried Marshal Rohikin commander of the Russian Army and Defense Minster.
“It is true Andre, she survived.” The President said. The four men with him were the only ones who knew of the RED STAR project of 1985. The Foreign Minster was next.
“Surely…she still can’t believe…”
“In communism…I don’t know, but she believes in the state. She wants the Soviet strength again, I wouldn’t know about the ideology.” The President answered staring out a window at St. Basil’s Cathedral.
Rohikin sat down, “But her mission…in conjunction with Red Storm…”
“Yes to cripple the United States hours before we launched our attack into Germany and Europe, she is going to do it. I feel though Tanya will do more than cripple, she will destroy.” The President answered as he turned to take a seat. Each man shared the same face, now what.
“Surely she is no match for Comrade Supergirl.” The Foreign Minster said in a more hopeful voice, “We had designed her to take on the heroes and heroines of the 80s. None of them equaled Supergirl.”
“True Alex, but the esteemed Comrade Supergirl isn’t here.” The SVR Director said. The three others turned to look at the intelligence man. He continued.
“Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Wondergirl have all left for a mission in deep space. Some threat on Mars or something. They should be gone for three weeks.”
“THREE WEEKS! Red Star will lay waste to Washington in that time!” Rohikin cried.
“True…I have a suggestion.” The men listened to the SVR Chairmen. He outlined his idea.
“I like it but, should we not warn the Americans. They could secure some of their government.” The Foreign Minster suggested.
“No, it would mean we admit to violation of international treaty and secret agreements not to mess with metahuman DNA. How will that go over?” Defense added.
“And how will it look when a Russian weapon destroys the American Congress!” the Foreign Minster yelled.
“Enough! Director, initiate your plan. Rohikin find everything from the Red Star Project and look for a way to kill this mistake.” The President decided. Tanya had been a good friend, even one time lover, now she needed to be dealt with.

Elena Borodin was just finishing her Moscow Ballet routine in the small dance studio in her home when she heard the phone ring. Stopping she walked over to the phone in her pink leotard and white tights.
“Yes…my god…yes I’ll come at once!” she ran for a special window in the studio. Opening up, it revealed the uniform of Red Star 2.

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“Would you like some more tea?” asked the Russian flight attendant. Tanya shook her head no. The flight attendant walked back down the aisle, her pantyhose showing runs. She shook her head, ‘she can’t even afford decent stockings, pitiful’. Looking out the window she could see the coast of France. ‘France D+20, expected to fall quickly with NATO defeat in Germany’ was the first thing she thought of.

She had served the state for many years first as spy, in Berlin, Tokyo, then the heart of the Main Enemy, Washington DC. Her final assignment was in preparation for the attack on the West. She was given drugs, DNA treatments, exposed to radiation. Her strength increased and speed. The fine Slavic skin white from her slumber could stop a 12.7mm AP round. Trained by the best combat experts in the Soviet Army, she was more lethal than a T-80 main battle tank.

She had been put into storage to help her ease into transition of her powers. Then she would be used on the West in support of the liberation of Europe an attack, which never came off the drawing board. So she was left to sleep in Kranz 17. Now she was freed, only to learn her country was no more. Poland, Ukraine, even Belarus! All now their own countries, and most of them members of NATO! Russia had been a superpower, now it was barley above the status of a 3rd World nation.

‘I will correct this. The American Military, Government, and public will pay’, she thought. Her first target was the American President. A cowboy the European papers called him. As much as Tanya wanted to crush this ‘Supergirl’ that she had found on the ‘internet’, the blonde American bitch was gone, along with another heroine who wore the cursed American red, white, and blue. Yet she would be able to crush an American heroine who wore the colors that symbolized their country, this ‘American Star’ would be receiving a medal from the President. Red Star would be there.

Thanks C for the idea! Any info on Russia or American Military's and governments is my own thus any errors are my fault

Allison made sure her hair was just as she liked it. It’s not everyday you get to meet the President! When news had came that the President would be giving her a medal for her rescue of the Secretary of State, Allison nearly died. Her parents were overjoyed and Allison was psyched. She had showed up at the White House fifteen minutes earlier. Now she was changing from the costume she had ran over in, to a brand new fresh from the supertailor.

With her red and white leotard, blue tights, and red boots were all clean without any stains of crime fighting. She finished with her red lipstick and placed her mask over her eyes and around the back of her head. American Star returned from her trip to the bathroom and joined a Secret Service agent who led her back to a room near the White House lawn being used as staging area.

“Ah, there’s the lady of the hour.” The President smiled in his Texan accent. Allison took his hand a shook it. They made some small talk for the next five minutes while the Press Secretary made sure everything was ready with the press. She went out a few minutes before the President and took her place near the podium. Soon the President was next and the formalities began.

While the event was going on at the White House lawn, another meta-human arrived, she wasn’t a heroine. Tanya was wearing a large overcoat to hide her costume underneath. She stared at the source of Russia’s suffering. Pigs, she thought. Feeding her anger she walked forwards, her steps taking her closer to a small security gate with a guard booth. Two Secret Service police watched as the woman came forwards. One noticed the dark red boots on her feet.
“Can we help you ma’am?” the first asked.
She smiled, “Please open the gate.”
“Listen do you have an appointment?” the second asked. Tanya shook her head no. Both men were suspicious. Was she a just a wacko, or a suicide bomber with Semtex or C4 under her coat.
“Ma’am…” he began slowly reaching for his sidearm. Tanya never let him finish. She lanced out with an arm, her hand forming a fist. Slamming it into his chest, she almost broke his ribs. The bullet proof vest he wore protected him some, but knocked him right into the shack. Guard number two had his pistol out only to have it knocked away and his head hit with a punch. Both men were down and Tanya dropped her coat revealing her costume.

It was a solid red catsuit, going from her neck to her feet. She wore dark red gloves and boots. A yellow hammer and sickle symbol over her left breast showed her old nationality. Putting her hair quickly up, she ran at superspeed into the White House interior. Alarms rang out as the Secret Service reacted. Assault teams in black spandex and body armor rushed out from the response room. Armed with M4s, M249 SAWs, and a grenade launcher they formed the heavy fist. Typical agents in their suits were the first. Each one pulled out a Sig Sauer 9mm pistol as they heard the CRASH call on their radios.

A red blur hit those agents knocking them on their asses out cold. One female agent got a shot off but hit air, then was rewarded with a broken arm from her impact with the wall. The Response team now stood in front of Red Star and the President. They too had little success. Although a bullet did bounce off Tanya’s invulnerable skin, she had disarmed and defeated the team in less than ten seconds. In less than a minute the Secret Service had no way to stop the woman.

Allison was all smiles as the President placed a medal around her neck and she shook his hand. Then she heard the first gunshots! Agents rushed the President and began escorting him toward the PEOC or Presidential bunker under the White House. American Star followed the agents and watched as each one was thrown aside or knocked down. The President was now in the arms of tall red costume wearing woman. Without a second thought Allison rushed forward.

She slammed into the woman and caught the President as he fell. Not stopping she went at superspeed through the White House depositing the President at the first agents she encountered. They nearly shot her taking Allison as the intruder, but the President stopped them. With the President heading for the bunker Allison returned to the fallen intruder.

Tanya swore in Russian, and then heard in just as good Russian, “What are you doing here?”
Turing she saw the superheroine in front of her. A child! Tanya thought. Her twenty-eight years to Allison’s nineteen was not a shock, she knew the American was young but still.
“Very good Russian, although your accent reeks of Leningrad.” She answered back in her native tongue.
“Thank you, now why did you try and kill the President?” Allison demanded in Russian.
“I am avenging my country.” Tanya answered in English.
Allison struck a powerpose, “As far as I remember the USSR collapsed? Little behind the times I see.”
“Yes, but soon things will be right. Russia will be a proud country, no longer a source of American amusement.” Red Star said now standing and striking her own pose. Allison hid it well but was nervous, ‘Yikes! Yes’s strong, and trained…oh and I thought Vigor was tough’. Allison now broke into a fighting stance, knowing where it was going.
“You’re not going to be doing anything.” American Star said.

Both charged one another. Grasping each other’s arms, Allison and Tanya locked together. It was a bad move on American Star’s part. ‘Damn…she’s four times stronger than Vigor…and six times stronger than me!’ Allison sank to her knees quickly. Red Star laughed.
“Already you are on your knees, American Star even the French last longer than that.”
Allison knew she couldn’t out muscle her, so…releasing her hold, Red Star fell forwards slightly since she was still pushing forwards. Disappearing in a blur, Allison got behind the woman and took her into her arms, use speed.

Allison then speeded away from the White House grounds, entering the Washington Mall. Red Star was not idiot and could see what American Star was doing. She slammed her feet to the ground using her superior strength to stop them. Allison went flying to the ground, and Red Star came to a halt. Stunned by the sudden stop American Star was slow to react to the woman who pulled her up by the back of her leotard. Holding her, Red Star spun her around and then punched Allison across the face.

Sent flying by Tanya’s superior strength she crashed into side of the Washington monument cracking it. Falling to the ground Allison was hurt. Red Star came over at superspeed and lifted the weakened heroine back up.
“Time for a demonstration of Russian version of ‘Shock and Awe’” Red Star smiled. She unloaded a series of faster than human punches to Allison’s midsection, and followed that up with a soccer kick that sent American Star flying.

Unable to react, too dazed from the blows, Allison landed right in front of the Lincoln Memorial. People scattered and were shocked to see DC’s second best know heroine helpless on the steps. Getting up Allison was offered assistance by several concerned people.
“NO…get out of here…she’ll be…” Allison didn’t finish, Red Star was right next to her once again. People quickly surmised that this woman was the one who just kicked the piddle out of American Star. One angry man a US Marine on his Pentagon lunch break stood in front of the heroine while she recovered.
“You’re not touching her without touching me.” The Marine said. Others soon joined, Tanya wasn’t impressed by the Americans unity, “Fine, enjoy your deaths.” She began to go forwards when Allison yelled a no.
Getting to her feet she stood and looked the Russian in the eyes, “You want me, come and get me.” With that Allison was off in a blur of speed. Red Star laughed she loved a good chase and followed.

American Star was in her element, running. Looking behind her she could see the Russian woman chasing after her, good. Allison may not be as strong as the Soviet meta but she was faster. Tanya knew this as well and was not enjoying the chase. American Star was faster than she looked so how to get her to stop? Allison was almost at the city limits when she turned to see that Red Star wasn’t behind her. A scream sounded out, ‘Oh no!’

Red Star held the bus by its bumper. The public bus couldn’t move and the driver was screaming at the crazy woman to let him go. She just smiled and waited for the baby superheroine to show up. American Star arrived shortly. Allison was shocked to see the scene.
“Let them go!” she demanded. Red Star laughed.
“In war, casualties are expected. Russia suffered 40 million losses because of the Germans in both wars my dear, what’s thirty people?” Red Star lifted the bus up and threw it at her second target, an apartment complex. Allison ran and managed to get in front of the bus but wasn’t sure if she could stop it. Holding her hands out, bus and her collided, pushed backwards Allison’s boots kicked up smoke and she slowed the bus, only to be impacted against the apartment.

The Bus’s occupants looked to see that they had crashed into the front area of the apartment, but no further. While there was face damage to both the bus and apartment, no one was hurt, except American Star. Buried under the ruble of the front section, a lone red covered arm hung out. A golden bracelet lay at the side, detached. Allison’s powers were cut in half by the loss of one bracelet. Her already taxed healing powers were now weakened.

Tanya climbed past the wreckage and lifted the golden accessory up. With a smile on her face she crushed the golden metal, one of the sources of Allison’s powers were gone. Digging her out of the wreckage, Red Star lifted American Star out and held her high. A stunned group of on lookers watched in horror as Red Star reached for the other bracelet. Allison struck. Putting all her remaining strength into the blow she hit Red Star across the face. She released Allison as Red Star stumbled backward, American Star than kicked but with only the force of a nineteen year old. Her powers were fully focused on healing her, so no strength or speed remained.

Red Star laughed knowing American Star’s precious powers were useless. She lunged out with a kick of her own, knocking Allison out of the wrecked apartment lounge. American Star landed and was in too much pain to do anything else than moan and grab her bruised ribs. Tanya picked up a piece of broken rebar. Sharpening the end with her strength and speed to melt the metal, she slowly walked over to the fallen heroine.

“Now you die. You’re weak just like you’re nation. Russia begins anew here.” As she brought the impromptu knife towards Allison’s heart, a blue beam lanced out and struck the metal. Red Star dropped it and then heard clear natural Russian.
“This ends Tanya.” Red Star turned and saw the source of the attack. It was a woman twenty-three, 5’8 wearing a costume like American Star’s. It was white on the shoulders and sleeves going down to her nylon and lyrca encased hands. Red covered the mid section and blue tights graced her legs. A thin almost piece of fabric blue mask hid her identity. Floating above them she looked down at the two.
“Russia has changed Red Star; I’m a symbol of that.” The woman said as she drifted down to the ground.
“And you’d be?” Red Star asked only slightly impressed.
“Freedom Star and you are going down.” Elena Borodin said, and threw a fist.

Like where this is going, pzgr... kicking it old school, and nice to see that the villainess is a stranger in a strange world... could make her a tragic character, albeit one that disposes of her enemies in the cruelest fashion...

Looking forward to further chapters,

GDN

Red Star caught the fist across her face, she was sent down the street. Freedom Star flew forwards and went on the offensive quickly. She struck with three quick face hits then a roundhouse kick that nailed Tanya into the nearest building. Allison was just beginning to stir causing Elena to turn her head at the wrong moment. Red Star was quick to take advantage of Freedom Star’s mistake.

Elena was nailed by a piece of masonry and fell to the ground. Landing hard she didn’t get up quickly from the attack. Red Star was on her in seconds lifting her up.
“So where do you come from, you speak actual Russian.” Tanya inquired.
“Moscow, like you.” Freedom Star answered trying to free herself from Red Star’s iron clad hand on her neck.
“Well why don’t you act like a patriot and help me kill this American?”
Sputtering for air, “Like…hell…”
“You’re one of those who have grown soft, an enemy of the state.” Red Star was about to squeeze some more when Elena’s eyes glowed blue. Twin beams lanced out and struck Red Star in the face. Tanya released her immediately clutching her burned face which was already healing.

Free, Elena brought her legs forward and kicked. Years of being in the Moscow Ballet and her enhanced strength caused Tanya to fly skyward. She flew after the flying communist left over and caught up with her a thousand feet up. Red Star struggled like a wildcat but had nothing to push against. Elena released her for a moment, letting her fall and then she grabbed onto the Russian lady’s foot. Spinning she aimed her foe towards the Atlantic and released. Red Star screamed and went on one long skydive.

Returning back to DC, knowing she had slowed the enemy down, she went to retrieve American Star. Allison was still moaning on the pavement. Landing next to her she shook the young woman’s shoulders.
“American Star, I’m here to help, where can I take you?” she asked.
Allison was too out of it to know who she was talking to, so she would later be shocked when she found out she gave her home address.

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Allison felt a dull pounding in her head. She brought and arm to her forehead and murmured something like, ‘I don’t want to go to school today’. Then she realized that she had felt her skin on skin, not her costume. Sitting up like a rocket she prepared to deal with any threats when a pair of hands came on her shoulders.

“Allison! Relax your home, your safe.” It was her mother. Alexandra Madison looked like the doctor she was. Her blonde hair pined up and out of her eyes which were behind a pair of glasses. She was dressed casually but had on her stethoscope and eased Allison down onto the bed.
“Mom…what am I doing here?” she asked not understanding.
“You were brought here, by a friend.” Her Mom said. Allison shook her head and then saw someone coming in.
“Ah, sleeping beauty is awake.” A thing blonde with a Russian accent answered from the door.
Allison began to sit up ready to attack, “Whoa Allison stop, she brought you here. She isn’t that Red Star character.” Her Mom explained. Still comprehending Allison realized that she now had her secret identity exposed.
“Please let me introduce myself, Elena Borodin.” She walked forwards and stood next to Allison and her mother. She was dressed plainly in jeans and a blouse.
“She’s the girl who saved you from that crazy woman.” Her mother explained again. Allison looked her over. Elena was blonde, 5’8 with the body of a dancer. They chatted and Allison’s mom left them to discuss some stuff.

“So she’s a project that was created during the Cold War?” Allison asked. Elena was sitting beside her.
“Yes, not one of my country’s finer moments.” Elena answered slipping her tea.
“And you’re the second Red Star project?” Allison continued.
“I was selected for phase two. Phase one included strength, invulnerability, and speed. Two went for much more, flight and optical powers. I can create thin beams of ion from my eyes.”
Allison nodded, “So what happened, why didn’t you come here and…”
“Cause havoc before World War Three. Things changed, the Cold War was practically over. I was already receiving treatments so they finished and tried to think of what to do with me. Then the coup came in 1991 and the whole system collapsed. I was released and told not to use my powers.”
“So what caused you to do the superheroine gig?” Allison inquired.
“There was so much confusion and crime after the switch. I couldn’t just sit there. So I went out at nights. God I feel so stupid thinking about it, running around out there in my leotard and tights from ballet.”
Laughing, “Don’t feel too bad, while I got my suit made I was running around in spandex track suit.” Allison responded.
“Anyway I was doing precisely what I was ordered not to. Sure enough the FSB visited me and instead of ordering me to stop or bring me to Lukebika Prison, they took me to the President. We talked and he told me how popular I was with the populous. As a result they provided me with a new costume and state powers to enforce the law.” Elena finished.

“Not a bad way to reinforce his own popularity.” Allison joked. Elena nodded, that’s exactly why he had done it.
“Now what do we do about Red Star? She crushed one of my bracelets, I won’t be much help.” Allison said looking at her wrists.
“I think I’ve got a way to fix that dear.” Alexandra answered coming back into the room.

For the next five minutes, Allison and her Mom got her new power bracelets working. These were slightly different from her normal bracelets. Each one was larger, these covered most of her forearms, but they could each be reduced to the size of a normal bracelet with push of a button. They had the same strength, speed, a little better invulnerability, and one new thing she was trying to master…

“Careful Allison.” Elena said as she kept formation with her.
“I take it back! I don’t want to learn how to fly! I mean sure I like Supergirl and how she can fly around but no more, I want down!” Allison said barley keeping in the air. Elena swung to her left and took Allison’s hand.
“American Star…calm down…relax focus on flying.” She said. Taking some breaths Allison calmed and relaxed. Soon her flight stabilized and she was flying normally. They did some passes over DC which freaked out some of the air defense officials, then returned to the Madison home.

“Well I think I almost have the hang of it…” Allison said as they landed in her backyard. Going inside they worked out what to do about Red Star.
“I believe she has the next move.” Elena said.
“How?”
“She knows I know every ascpet of her assigned plan for an attack against the US. So she couldn’t hope to gain surprise. That means she’ll do something different, really different.” Elena said lowering her eyes to the floor.
“Define different?” Allison asked not wanting to know the answer.

Russian Embassy

The last guard collapsed on the floor. Red Star walked past them the building had cleared out and no one was able to challenge her. Tanya was proceeding to the storage basement where an ancient relic was kept. Once she had ripped the door off she made a quick search and found what she was working for.

Allison and Elena were eating trying to come up with Tanya’s next move.
“What about trying the President again?” Allison asked.
Putting a piece of salad into her mouth Elena shook her head, “No…tried it once and failed.”
“Okay she wouldn’t try that…man I bet this is what Kennedy felt like during the Cuban Missile Crisis.” Elena gave her a look.
“I mean trying to figure the next move of the Soviets, would they launch, attack Berlin, etc.” Allison said.
Elena nodded but then stopped and a look of horror crossed her face, “WE have to go NOW!”
“What?” Allison asked worried.
“To the Russian Embassy, we have to hurry.”

American Star and Freedom Star were heading for the Russian Embassy as fast as Allison could fly, Elena could move faster but slowed for Allison.
“There’s a nuclear bomb in the embassy!” Allison yelled still not believing it.
“Yes, a left over from the Cuban Missile Crisis, the idea was to cripple your command structure before an attack, giving us precious moments before you could launch a couterstrike.” Elena explained.
“How long will it take her to assemble it?” American Star asked.
“Fifteen minutes.”

Both heroines landed on the embassy’s roof minutes later. Looking around they could see no evidence of Red Star. Using her ion beams, Freedom Star cut the roof panel open and both heroines descended into the building. They found knocked out guards and scared personnel. Sending them out the two girls in lyrca made their way to the basement. Finding the door ripped off by Red Star, the two paused expecting an ambush.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Allison said.
“You should American Star.” A voice cried out. Suddenly a gas canister landed at the heroines’ feet. White fumes spilled out and both heroines began to cough furiously.
“Gas…we…got to…” Freedom Star coughed.
“Can’t…getting…light headed.” Allison said bringing a hand to her head. Her legs were rubbery and she couldn’t keep her eyes open. With a slight moan, American Star fell forwards and collapsed on the ground. Elena managed to take a few steps forward but then felt them give out and she fell next to American Star. After letting the gas dissipate, Tanya appeared.

She went forwards and kicked both of the girls making sure they wouldn’t rise. Bending down she then place it so both of them were laying on each other back to back. Using the chains she found, Red Star bound them with the heavy metal. With their arms, torsos, and waists incased in chain, the two would be hard pressed to escape.
“Enjoy the sleep you dogs. Because you have a front row seat to the show.”


Hey there sorry for the long update wait. I was moving from college to home. But here is the next chapter in Resercution. I have another story already in the works after this one. Plus great updates by the other authors, espically boiling point!

Allison opened her eyes. She was in a dark basement, the same one she had entered what seemed like hours ago. Trying to clear her head American Star looked around and tried to see Elena. Freedom Star was still out cold and lying on Allison’s back. Looking down she saw the chains that held her and Elena together.
“Ah sleeping beauty is awake.” Tanya smirked from a corner.
“Yeah, mind undoing these chains, you can see how awake I am.” American Star taunted.
“I think not my dear.” Red Star smiled.

She went over to a large square object that Allison didn’t recognize but had a good idea what it was.
“That’s the bomb.” Allison said, not a question but a statement.
“Yes, soon I’ll wipe this city off the map, and Russia can begin anew.” Tanya explained.
“What are you talking about?” Allison asked. Tanya smiled, ‘the little girl has no idea what I have set into motion.’

Situation Room White House

“Sir I beg you to reconsider.” The CIA Direction cautioned.
“No, the Russians have obliviously broken treaty agreements, and we still don’t know if this attack was sanctioned by their government.” The President answered. Moscow was not forthcoming with answers. Even though the CIA director pointed out that the Russian heroine Freedom Star had appeared trying to stop Red Star, questions remained, was she working for Moscow or on her own?
“Any ANGEL intel?” the President asked.
The CIA director sighed, “No sir, Ms. Lee’s agents are deployed elsewhere; no one is in Moscow at the moment.”
“Third Echelon?” He asked.
“It will take them 48 hours to get an agent in place.” The Director explained.
The President paced, no intel, no good ideas, and the ones he had was bad. ‘This could make things worse, or get the Russians to cough up some more info.

“I see we have no other choice, move the carrier battlegroup into the northern Norwegian Sea. We need to show the Russians we won’t be pushed around.” The President ordered.

The CIA director frowned, ‘God the Russians will go nuts…’ But was there any other move? They wouldn’t cough up about Red Star other than she was a former Soviet Project. Plus no info on Freedom Star, ‘they’re already on edge thanks to the last few calls, now a pair of carriers right next to the Northern Fleet in Murmansk, just great.’ Already the CIA director could envision the coming reports of increasing readiness in the Russian armed forces.

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“YOU’RE TRYING TO START A WAR!” Allison yelled.
“Yes, America will strike first, and then Russia will destroy what remains of America.” Red Star said simply.
‘Oh god, with those carriers close to their borders the Russians will feel tense, and if Washington is wiped off the map only hours after Red Star’s attack on the President…
“I will stop you!” Allison screamed.
“I think not, you see you’re going to have a front row seat to the detonation.”
“Why…” Allison asked.
Tanya came over and looked the young heroine in the eyes, “My world, my country is gone. I try to restore it and they said their lackey after me, if my world is gone so will yours and hers.” Allison was terrified, ‘she’s insane!’

Elena had woke up a few minutes earlier, ‘nuclear Armageddon, that’s so her style.’ She focused her eyes on the chains, slowly working her way through them. The thin ion beams cutting the steel, she needed her and American Star free now! She was just about through the last chain when Tanya smelled the melting steel.
“NO!” she lunged for Freedom Star.
Allison felt the chains get weak enough and pulled with all her strength snapping them. With her right hand she nailed Red Star in the chest and sent the woman flying.

Freed both of them stood up, “I’ll get the bomb, can you handle Red Star?” Elena asked.
“Like I have a choice.” Allison answered and charged the downed Soviet. Freedom Star ran for the bomb.

Tanya picked herself up and saw the blur that was American Star coming at her. She threw her legs out and tripped Allison. Crashing into a self filled with papers, Allison knocked it over but went right into the attack. She threw a kick and missed Red Star by inches. Tanya was quick to counter and threw her fist into Allison’s jaw. Knocked backwards American Star was then hit with two quick jabs to her stomach. Not to be out done she replied with two jabs of her own. Red Star staggered as Allison followed that up with a roundhouse kick that sent the woman flying into the other side of the basement.

Elena cursed trying to remember how to disable a 1960’s nuclear warhead; she wasn’t helped by the fight to the rear. She was cutting the correct wires, she hoped, and trying to find the right one that would kill the countdown. Unfortunately these things didn’t have the red digital timer Hollywood loved. It would go off either when it was supposed to, or if she screwed up.

Allison crashed through another file covered shelf. It sent papers everywhere that Tanya just shoved out of the way. Then she remembered the bomb. Turning to deal with Freedom Star she was then tackled from behind as Allison out everything she had into a sleeperhold. Tanya gripped Allison’s forearms and squeezed with her superior strength. Crying out, American Star loosened her grip and was then picked up over Red Star’s head then slammed to the floor.

“Nothing can stop it American Star, less than two minutes to go!” she yelled. Lifting Allison up, she threw her at Elena. Both girls collided and landed away from the bomb. Red Star laughed and headed for her nuclear device. Hefting it onto her shoulder she then began to move from basement. Allison and Elena were after her. Red Star couldn’t go her full speed with the bomb but she managed to get a good pace going and ended up on the White House lawn.

For the second time that day, the White House security staff was shoved aside. Tanya knocked the wooden steel reinforced doors of the Situation Room and found the President and all his advisors.
“Gentlemen, compliments of Russia.” She said. Looking at her watch she saw the final numbers tick off, 3…2…1…

A beeping noise rang out in the room which was deadly silent. Tanya looked at her bomb, it hadn’t gone off.
“NO!” she screamed. Allison and Elena entered and slammed the Soviet villain to the ground. Tanya went mad with rage and hit the two with the most powerful punches she had ever thrown. Both heroines went flying through the building and landed on the White House lawn.
In a mad rage Red Star arrived, “You two will die by my hands, you will not stop me!” Allison and Elena rose to their feet ready to fight. She charged Allison who surprised the woman by going airborne. Freedom Star took that advantage and kicked the woman to the ground. American Star landed seconds later and stunned the Russian villain. Then grabbing her by her arms, Allison lifted Red Star up and shot skyward. Elena was stunned Allison wasn’t so aggressive in her flight…oh no.

Allison shot skywards as Tanya struggled in her grasp. But with nothing to push on, Red Star couldn’t free herself, so she did the next best thing. Using her upper body strength she pulled up and then wrapped her legs around Allison’s midsection. Squeezing she was going to snap American Star in half.
“Now you die American Star!” she screamed. Allison ignored the pain and kept going skyward, ‘Just a little bit more…get higher…’
Red Star’s legs were doing damage, Star was blacking out…she couldn’t stay awake.

Tanya began to feel light headed as well, ‘What…I’m…not being crushed…she’s trying to…’ Allison was going higher where the air was thinner, she was going knock them out.
“No…”
“The fall…might…kill us…but…you’ll be stopped…or out so the Washington PD can take care of you…” Allison felt the lack of oxygen finally get to her. Her eyes rolled into her head and she fell. Red Star at first thought she had won but could see she was going out too. Both of them fell towards the Earth, Allison was out cold not even knowing what was going on.

“Allison wake up, please wake up!” she heard. Allison opened her eyes and looked up. A very concerned Freedom Star was over her.
“Elena…did she…” Allison asked still waking up.
“Yes, she was out cold when I caught her. She’s now in the hands of the FBI and being properly restrained.” Elena reported with a smile, “I also caught you…damn stupid thing you did but it worked.”
“The carriers?”
“Withdrawn, I got on the phone with my President, who called your President, then there was State and Foreign ministries involved, but all misunderstandings are now resolved. No chance of World War III today.” Elena cheerfully reported.
Allison smiled and sat up. She was in a hospital room at John Hopkins. Her ribs were bruised slightly but would be fine in a few hours. Plus they had some other good news.

“I here by present the Medal of Freedom to American Star and Freedom Star for their actions in preventing Washington’s destruction.” The President smiled for the cameras and placed the medals around the girls’ necks. Next the Russian President did the same and it was great for the cameras. Allison and Elena smiled accepted handshakes and smiled. However both girls were looking more forward to the coming day of shopping after the event.

The End

Hey that's the story, hope everyone enjoyed. I know that start WWIII idea is a little stupid but I figured Red Star would want to go out with a bang seeing as she had been betryaled by Russia. Anyway another story comming tomrrow if I can write it.

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That was a cool ploy by Tanya.Leading our superheroines to the dark,enclosed basement of the embassy.Then lobbing a canister of potent,quick acting sleeping gas down into the basement,which put our superheroine babes in sleepy bye land.Tanya closed up the basement door,to create sort of a gas chamber.She then waited several minutes for the KO gas to fully saturate our heroines healthy pink lungs.She did wait till most of the gas had dissapated.Then went down.I do wish this Russian bombshell had donned a M-17A2 or a Mark V gas mask.One would think she would still need total lung protection down there.Good story."Sweet dreams,comrades."