The girls had gone back to the hotel and changed into some night out clothes. Unlike most of the clubs, there was no music spilling out of this one. It was a 21 and up club, but with Alisha there, they had no trouble getting in. This place had actually been a club back in the heyday of the music scene in Memphis. Pictures of artists who had played at the club hung on the walls, some famous and some unknown. The girls got a table not too far from the barely raised stage. There were instruments on the stage, but no musicians. Jan had to remind herself that she was on a mission. This place reminded her of one of her favorite places back home in Baltimore.

They saw Patrick at a table in the corner. His two guards were very near him. Patrick was a man in his mid 30's with black hair slicked close to his head. He wore a very nice tailored black pinstriped suit with a black shirt and red tie. He was a not a bad looking guy, and the money he had made him that much more attractive. And he knew it. Patrick liked women especially young black women. He was actively looking around the club for young women. There were a few who caught his eye and he had a few of them over to his booth.

"We have to get close to him. I think that'll be your job, Alisha."

She frowned and leaned in closer. "Looks like Patrick likes ladies all right, but he likes 'em a few shades darker than me even with the tan."

Jan shook her head. "You can look like whatever you want. Go in the bathroom really quietly. When you come out, I want you to look like a dropdead gorgeous African princess. And don't come out looking like Iman or Halle Berry or Tyra Banks or something."

Alisha smiled. "Good looking women are a dime a dozen where I come from. I have an idea." Alisha went into the bathroom and stayed long enough for anyone who had seen her go in to forget that she had gone in. After a while the door opened and a gorgeous woman came out. She looked a little like Lisa Sanchez, but not quite. She walked over to the bar and ordered a drink before making her way to Patrick.

"Not bad", Sara told Alisha with a thought. "This doesn't mess up your concentration does it?"

"Not really, but try to keep it to a minimum. I'm still not too good at this." Alisha had no problem making herself attractive to men, but there were too many people close, men and women. The bodyguards weren't letting anymore girls close. "I need a distraction. I can't get closer."

"She needs a distraction." Sara told Jan.

Jan looked across the room. Patrick and his group seemed to be having a better time than anyone in the place. Jan looked around the room waiting for inspiration. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Sara, warm up your voice and come with me." Jan took Sara by the wrist and led her to the bandstand. Sara tried to stay in the shadows as Jan went behind the stage. A moment later Sara heard a soft hum coming from the speakers.

"Jan what are you doing?"

"She needs a distraction. We're going to give her one. You know any blues songs?"

"Jan", Sara began. "I'm from Mississippi. Of course I do, but do you want me to sing acappella"

Jan smiled. "I'll take care of that. What key do you like?"

Sara hummed a little. "Ok, the voice is good. This is blues lets do E, but I have no band. The stage is empty."

Jan pulled up the cover on the piano and cracked her fingers. "You don't need a band. Just get ready." Jan took a deep breath and hoped her fingers did what she wanted them to do. Jan closed her eyes and hammered on the piano keys making every head in the place turn. Jan started the boogie with her left hand low on the piano. Her long arms let her play the high keys easily. Jan finally opened her eyes and let the music flow. The people in the club expected to see a blues pro playing the piano like that, but instead saw this tall young girl playing a boogie like few people still could.

Sara waited and cleared her throat before she stepped to the microphone. She opened her mouth and let out with a blues shout that turned every head in the place. Sara belted out line after line of pure boogie blues until she and Jan had people standing and dancing in front of the stage. Jan took several piano solos each different from the last as she and Sara got used to each other's styles.

Alisha knew that Jan liked old music and she knew that Jan played a little piano, but she had heard her play only once and that had been a classical song. She played more than a little piano; she was great. Alisha went back to her task and got close to Patrick who was up moving to a the music a little with a woman on his right. Alisha slid in quickly. He put his arm around her and they moved to the music together.

Sara saw Alisha get close out the corner of her eye, but didn't miss a beat singing her lines along with Jan's hard core piano playing. Finally they ended the song. The people who weren't already standing, jumped up and cheered as the girls bowed. They saw Alisha in close and were about to walk off the stage when the members of the house band started coming on-stage.

"Who are you girls?", the manager demanded as he came up from behind.

"We just saw the stage empty and thought the place needed some music."

They could see that the man was not happy. "Normally I would kick you both out, but since our normal singer has no voice tonight I won't. I sent the band up there. Play as long as you like, as long as it stays good."

The girls still wanted to get off stage, but they guessed that Alisha might need a little more time to get really close to Patrick. They agreed to play some more songs. The band started on another fast one. With the drums, bass, and guitar the place really rocked now, but it was Sara's voice that rocked the hardest. The karaoke in Colorado and been playtime. Sara was singing for real now. People wondered how this little blond girl had such a big voice and wondered where it came from. Sara had perfect control over her voice as well. She played with and against the band members finishing their solos with lines. The place was rocked harder. They didn't know what Alisha had done, but now she was the only girl dancing with Patrick. The bodyguards kept everyone else away.

Sara beamed and bowed as the second song ended. This was the first time she had performed in front of an audience in a long time. At least when she was sober. She went back to Jan.

"I think she needs more time", Jan said as Sara got close.

Sara opened her mind to Alisha. "Sara! Sara!"

"Stop shouting", Sara thought back quickly.

"More music. He loves it."

Sara had no idea what to sing and then it came to her. "Give me a B flat." Jan struck the note softly, then Sara continued, "Tell the band, and tell them to come in after I say the first line. You'll know what it is."

Sara ran her hands through her hair and prepared. Her entire mood changed. She snatched the microphone stand and went up to it with purpose, took a deep breath and belted out, "I don't want you, to be no slave/ I don't want you, to work all day/ But I want you to be true!/ I just want to make LOVE TO YOU" The people jumped up as this young girl sang her heart out and walked across the stage like a tigress. She had unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and she carried the microphone and the stand back and forth across the stage looking at every man she could see. Her blond hair fell across her face as she finished a line. She paused and slowly pulled the hair back before stalking to the other side of the stage. Gone was the sweet, innocent Sara. It was replaced by a singer exuding sex with her every move, and everyone in the crowd could feel it. Women grinded against the men on the dance floor. Patrick was one of them. He and Alisha were on the floor, and he basically had his hands down her dress as Sara sang the song. The song finished, but the band kept jamming. Sara still walked the stage and sang a line or two. After a little while Patrick and Alisha left the building. Jan and Sara played a couple more songs so they wouldn't look suspicious. The club was full by the time Jan and Sara finished. They wanted them to play more, but they had to go. The manager offered them part of the door money, but they declined. They still had a job to do.

Alisha and Patrick had left in a long stretched limo. Jan and Sara followed at a distance. The car drove around for a while before stopping in front of a posh condo building. Patrick owned every condo in the building and leased them to people he liked and could trust. They knew to look the other way no matter what he did. They also knew to protect him from the cops. If anyone who looked like a cop came close every unit had a button to push that alerted Patrick and his guards to the trouble. Jan and Sara stayed back away from the building. They watched as Patrick and Alisha in disguise got out of the limo. They hugged and rubbed all over each other and Patrick had a champagne bottle in his hand. He handed it to a giggling Alisha. Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick roll of $100 bills and handed them to the driver. That was his tip for the night. The same young man had been Patrick's driver for the last couple of years when he came to Memphis. The man had four kids that Patrick had met, and a nice wife that Patrick wanted to sleep with, but didn't. He liked the guy and didn't mind taking care of people who took care of him. He was about to take care of this little floozy he had on his arm.

"What's you plan?", Sara asked Alisha with a thought. She almost didn't want to ask because the thoughts of drunk people gave her a headache, but she was surprised. Alisha wasn't drunk at all.

"Are you two close?", Alisha thought back.

"Yep. A block or so. How's the security?"

"Not bad from what I can see. The two guards get a rest when he's here, but he has building guards", Alisha thought back to Sara still looking drunk to Patrick.

"What about Patrick?"

"Don't worry about him. Come to the door in about 30 minutes... No make that 45 minutes. You won't have to worry about him. Gotta go, time for work."

Alisha smiled down at Patrick who lay back on the bed propped up on his elbows. Music played in the background as Alisha pulled off the slinky blue dress she wore. She let it drop to the floor at her feet and sauntered to Patrick. She knelt down at the foot of the bed between his legs. She started unzipping his pants with a smile on her face. Alisha knew she didn't have to do this. She was a federal agent and had been training in hand to hand combat long enough to knock him out cold without breaking a sweat, but she wasn't going to do that. Alisha didn't crave sex like she used to, but that didn't mean she didn't still like it. Patrick was about to find out just how much she liked it. Besides the rush of human energy still felt good. She was going to suck this poor guy dry. Alisha grinned up at Patrick as she opened his pants. He was already ready and didn't need any encouragement. A moment later Patrick's eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned, "My God."

Jan and Sara wondered what Alisha was doing. They looked at the clock. They had been waiting 25 minutes. Alisha had told them to wait at least 30 minutes, but then Jan's cell phone rang. "Hello"

"You two can come up now. Just look slutty and you should be able to walk right in. I'll buzz the door."

Jan and Sara walked up to the door. It buzzed and they opened it. They walked past one of the condo guards who only glanced as they walked by. They went to the top floor and Alisha still in disguise opened the door wearing only a bathrobe.

"What did you do with Patrick?", Jan whispered.

Alisha smiled broadly and led them to the bedroom. Patrick Schmidt was sprawled out on the bed with a bit of sheet covering his body, but most of his naked body was visible. The sheets were pulled from the corners of the bed, and they were still wet with sweat.

"What did you do to him?", Sara asked.

Alisha's smile got more sinister. She pointed to the floor where more than one spent condom laid. Only one of them had just a little bit in it. The others had been used, but were empty. Sara looked back at Alisha who grinned and licked her lips. Sara put her hand over her mouth and had to leave to room to keep from laughing. Jan just shook her head. "You're a very bad girl. I'm going to tell your mother on you." Alisha giggled and her body glowed before she went back to her own form.

"So do we interrogate him here?", Sara asked after getting herself together.

Alisha frowned. "I've been practicing a few things and I think I have a better idea. Its going to sound crazy, but trust me." Alisha told them what she thought she could do. Jan and Sara did think she was crazy, but it was worth a try.

Jan rolled Patrick over onto a new sheet and wrapped him up in it. He moaned a little, but didn't wake up. Jan grunted and lifted the 190 pound man over her shoulder. Her super strength wasn't there so she had to do this lifting with regular muscle power. Sara walked behind Jan making sure Patrick stayed out. Alisha held the door open and let them out of the condo. Alisha walked behind them slowly and got on the elevator. She stepped off the elevator on the first floor, but she went no further. She leaned against the wall and her face went calm for a bit before a look of intense concentration replaced it. Alisha had to concentrate on the image in her head. It had to be perfect.

Jan and Sara started down the hall towards the front door. To everyone around, the hall was empty. To all the cameras and sensors, the hall was empty. Everything looked the way it was supposed to look. Alisha's illusion fooled not only human perception, but the motion sensors and the infrared thermal sensors too. They all saw what Alisha wanted them to see. Her friends were the only people who saw reality. Alisha had to hold the illusion perfect until her friends were away from the front door camera and sensors. Sweat rolled down her forehead and her fist were knotted tightly. It was the hardest thing she had done since she had discovered her powers, but she was doing it. Finally they exited the building. Everything blurred for an instant as Alisha released her control over everything's perception of reality. The guard on duty wiped his eyes and poured himself another cup of coffee. The computer did a self diagnostic and logged that an unknown error had occurred. Alisha went back to the room and had a quick shower before dressing and getting back in disguise. The guard barely looked at her as she left. Sara and Jan were waiting. She shimmered back into her form.

"We can't take him down the FBI office. He hasn't be arrested properly.", Alisha told the group as they got in the car.

"We already thought of that, but thanks for confirming." The girls drove Patrick to the secret facility where they had met the children the day before. Jan got out of the car at the checkpoint that most people didn't even know was there. The guard on duty tried to give her some trouble, but he eventually saw things her way. The girls took Patrick to an unused room on the complex. He was still totally naked. He was starting to stir.

Jan looked at the man struggle to wake up and looked over at Alisha. "I should spy on you while you're having sex and take notes."

Alisha laughed. "I've had lots of practice. Besides Patrick here was trying to prove what a man he is. If he was older I think he would have had a heart attack."

"Ok, time for us to get this information. We need another illusion. Something so he won't know who we are or what's going on."

Alisha got had another evil smile on her face. She sat down indian style in a corner. "Patrick is going to shit a brick with this one." Alisha got the image in her head and it began.

Patrick opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't in his bed. He could feel that he was on a hard table. The room was cold and dry. There was a pale indirect light making shadows everywhere. He couldn't see more than a few feet in front of his face. Strange sounds came from the background. It almost sounded like a loud machine hum. He sat up, but every muscle in his body hurt especially his groin. He grimaced after every move. He smiled thinking back on that girl he had taken from the club. She was something. He wondered where he was. He looked down and saw no floor. Only blackness. He put his foot down and didn't feel a floor. He took the sheet and balled it up and tossed it off the table. He saw it keep falling and falling until he couldn't see it anymore.

Patrick was scared. He had no idea where he was. Then he saw two shadowy figures coming at him. They weren't human. They had big oval heads and eyes black as night. Their skinny hairless bodies almost seemed frail as they came close. He recoiled from them. He curled up on the table top careful not to fall off the other side.

"Stay away!", he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Patrick Schmidt, we know who you are." Their voices were terrible. They were deeper than any human voice and brittle. It made his eyes shut and his teeth clatter to hear them talk.

"Tell us what we want to know and you will not be harmed", the other alien said.

Patrick tried to move further, but he knew there was no floor. He couldn't fall off. These aliens must be floating or something. "Anything! Please don't hurt me!"

Jan and Sara looked at each other and at Alisha in the corner. She sat perfectly still. A smooth sheen of sweat covered her forehead, but she seemed to have the situation well in hand. She wondered what the hell Patrick was seeing. It didn't matter. He told them everything. He even told them when he cheated on a test in the 10th grade. They called in a doctor after the information was given. The doctor looked like a third alien. The doctor had no idea what was wrong with the naked man on the table, but giving him a sedative seemed like a humane thing to do. As soon as Patrick got the shot he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. The doctor left the room and Alisha opened her eyes slowly, and stood up.

"That worked like a fucking charm", she said.

"Yeah, we have what we need. We need to get rid of Patrick here and save those agents."

Sara picked up the sheet and spread it back out. "Before we go. What was he seeing that had him so scared? I have to know."

Alisha looked over at Jan. "You want to know too?" Jan nodded. Alisha closed her eyes and the room took on the same look it had a minute before to Patrick. Everyone looked like aliens. After a few seconds Alisha let the room go back to normal.

"That's just crazy", Sara said with a smile.

"Its from an idea I pitched to my father for a movie. Maybe when I tell them what I can do, I'll show him what I was talking about."

The girls dumped Patrick sheet and all on a public street not far from a police precinct. It didn't take long for him to be arrested properly. The FBI was down there to collect him not long after that. Jan, Sara, and Alisha changed into their urban black uniforms then went down what was supposed to be the headquarters of a construction company. There was heavy equipment everywhere. There were dump trucks, bulldozers, earth movers, cranes and everything else on the lot. They were used and used often, but this company was just a front. For the better part of a decade this huge facility had been used to store and distribute drugs and money. This shipment was going to be the biggest in years. The cartels had lost a little market share to drug barons from other parts of the world, and they weren't going to take that lying down.

The three girls laid down on a hill overlooking the property looking through binoculars. "Good security", Alisha said at once. "I see laser sensors, motion, infrared, seismic, I even see trip wires. These guys want to know if anybody is even getting close. Not to mention cameras and dogs."

"Can you fool them?", Jan asked looking through her own set of binoculars.

"Sure", came Alisha's reply, "But not the whole way. Its at least 200 yards to the warehouse building itself. I can't maintain an illusion that far out. Not a fucking chance."

Jan had to think. Then she smiled. "I have a better idea. Can you set off the sensors? Can you change it so that they all trip at once?"

Alisha frowned. "I may not be able to reach them all, but I can get a lot of them."

The girls got closer, right to the edge of the sensors and then Alisha went to work. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried as hard as she could to extend her influence. At once alarms tripped. Sirens went off all over the place.

"Good job! Lets go!" The girls started out a sprint towards the biggest building on the grounds. It was still 3 hours before dawn and on the moonless night, only the dogs had a chance finding the girls, but the dogs were caught in the confusion of so many alarms on the complex going off. The girls ran as fast as they could. The building was set down a hill right on the river bank. The girls jumped from the hill to the low roof of the building's first story. They looked through the windows. Men ran around with guns in hand trying to find out what had set off the alarms. The sirens made so much noise that no one heard the girls open one of the old windows and climb inside.

"What set off the damn alarm!", a man in white demanded.

"I don't know, boss! Every damn alarm went off at once. Nothing could do that. Even the trip wire alarms went off, but then we go and none of them had been tripped."

"Take some guys and check the perimeter in case. We can't let anything sneak through. Not tonight. And turn the damn alarm off and reboot the system. I can't get any info from these bums with all that noise!"

The sirens stopped at once.

The team looked down and saw at least 20 cartel guards run out the doors to secure the perimeter. That left just a handful down on the main floor. The girls were up on a catwalk that only stretched fifty feet. They saw the agents. Two of them were bound to chairs and bleeding from wounds, but they were alive. The third agent wasn't tied and wasn't beaten. He wore a tailored suit. He flexed his fingers back and forth like he had taken part in the beatings. He stood next to the man in white.

"Where were we?", the man in white began. "Oh yes! You fucking federal agent bums. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have been infiltrated by the likes of you? You have no idea. The bosses would have cut me into little pieces and fed me to my own children if you had been successful, but thanks to Ramone you are going to be the ones cut into little pieces, but I'm not going to stop there. I'm going to make you give me your real names, and you're going to beg for mercy. You're going curse your own mothers. I don't want you men to be afraid because what I say is as certain as the dawn. As the sun will rise in the east, you two traitors are going to call your mothers whores and beg to me to rape your wives and daughters.

Jan tapped Sara on the shoulder. "You got a plan?", Sara asked with a thought.

"Yeah, but we need to get down on the floor and quietly. Can you lower us?", Jan asked.

"I can."

"Good, tell Alisha what we plan to do and then lets get to the edge before this gets any worse."

The girls crawled to the ladder, but didn't climb down it. They all held onto each other. Sara's eyes barely changed as the three girls floated up and were lowered down onto the floor in the shadows. There were six guards still left in the building, and then there was the man in white and the rogue agent standing next to him. Jan felt a wave of anger flow through her looking at him. She couldn't believe that an agent would do that, but she let that go for a moment. She had to stay focused. The girls spread out. They had a plan and these guards weren't going to like it.

Alisha got to her man first. She had trained for this so many times she could do it with her eyes closed, and she did. She crept behind the man who was too busy smiling at his boss' insults of the caught agents. Alisha moved her arm with hard earned quickness. She struck the man in the back just at the diaphragm. It caused a spasm that prevented him from making a sound. A hard blow to the side of the neck, just where it meets the skull interrupted the flow of blood to the brain and caused his body to spasm. He fell back perfectly to Alisha's waiting arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed hard while pulling him back behind the stacks of construction materials. He kicked a couple of times weakly, but nothing more. Alisha laid him down and took his rifle. She saw that Sara and Jan had been successful.

"I'm going to start by cutting off your fingers. Then perhaps your ears and nose. You won't die though will you. No, you won't bleed to death", the man in white hissed as he pulled out a blow torch. "I'm very very good at what I do."

The three guards were so focused that they didn't notice that half of them were missing until they looked around to share a laugh. They frowned and put their fingers on the triggers. They didn't get a chance to turn all the way around.

Jan raised the submachine gun and sent the buttstock into the guard's temple. He dropped to the floor holding his head. She put her foot on his throat, but pointed her gun at the man in white. "Move and I drop you first", she said calmly.

The man in white wanted to pull his gun, but one look at that girl's eyes told him that she meant what she said.

Alisha and Sara and similarly dispatched their guards. "Federal agents! Throw down your weapons! Lace your fingers behind your head and get on your knees", Alisha yelled. Both men moved slowly, but did what they had been told. "Now lay face down and cross your ankles." Both men did that, but Ramone looked up only to see Jan's gun aiming right at his head with anger on her face.

The guards were starting to stir. Jan went over to them and rounded them up one by one and laid them out one next to the other so one person could shoot them all if necessary. Jan put the rifle over her shoulder and started to untie the agents.

"You bitches won't get away with this. My men will come back in here and kill you. Kill you all!", the man in white yelled.

Alisha pointed her muzzle at his face. "You better hope they don't. I'll make your head into a dugout canoe if that door opens.", Alisha told him in perfect Spanish.

The man seemed to loose some of his nerve. Jan smiled and finished untying the ropes.

"Are you men all right?"

"Thanks to you."

Jan walked over to the one called Ramone and pulled him to his feet. "I should blow your head off. Fucking turncoat. How could you do that?!?" Jan put the rifle barrel to his chest.

"You don't understand. You don't understand", he tried to plead.

"I understand just fine. You rolled over on your fellow agents." Jan raised her arm to back hand him, but the first agent she had freed grabbed her wrist.

"He's telling the truth. If he didn't talk we all would have been caught."

Jan looked back at the agent called Ramone. "I wasn't going to sit by and let them kill them. I wasn't." Jan still had the gun pointed at his chest.

The man in white laughed. "Ramone you were going to stand by and let whatever happened to them happen. I can see it in your eyes. You still want to work from me. Why don't you take the gun from that bitch's hands and let me out of here. You are no Federal Agent, Ramone. You are one of us. I've seen you kill. Ramone, you are a criminal. You work for me."

The man's face flushed. "My name is not Ramone. My name is Manuel Pastrana. That's FBI Special Agent Manuel Pastrana, and I'll never be one of you bastards." He kicked the man in white in the ribs. "A man like you killed my older brother. I took this job just so I can bring as many of you bastards down as I could." He cleared his throat and spit a thick wad of phlegm on the man in white. Jan had lowered her rifle. Manuel looked back at her. She frowned. "So you see, I'm not a turncoat. I had to change the plan as things changed."

Jan thought about it. "Ok", she said finally. "I want you to lie back on the floor anyway." Manuel looked surprised, but did it. Jan made sure he was a good distance from the others, but she still didn't trust him.

Alisha and Sara gave Jan a 'now what' look. Jan smiled. "You two make sure these doors are secure. Put a call into the boys downtown and tell them to come on. The cartel big wigs are on their way. Tell them to make sure they come through the northern gate not the eastern one. I'm going out to the yard to make a distraction. The last thing we need is for these cartel boys to try to fight it out with the good guys."

"Distraction?", Alisha asked. "Shouldn't that be my job."

Jan smiled. "Not this time." She went out a door and shut it behind her. Alisha ran and physically locked every door. Then the two girls waited.

Jan ran outside and had to dodge men. They were all over the place waiting for the big bosses to arrive. Jan moved quickly and precisely. She couldn't afford to get spotted, but the guards were all looking the wrong way. They were looking for someone to break-in from the outside, but they didn't know that the break-in had already happened.

Jan took a mental note of where every piece of equipment in the yard was. She already had a plan in her head, but she was going to have to do this right. She crept her way towards the eastern gate. She worked her way under a tracked crawler crane and waited. The crane wasn't big as cranes went, but it had a 40 ton lift limit and 160' tall boom arm. That's why Jan was under it. This machine was going to part one of her distraction. Jan didn't have to wait long. Six large black cars sped down the road. From the look of the guards, they had to be the bosses. The deal was about to happen. The cars were all very close to each other as they turned into the yard. Jan put down the rifle and moved to the edge of the crane, but still under it. She waited for the last car to come through the gate. She hoped she was ready for this.

She crawled from under the crane and put her hands on one of the thick supports of the undercarriage. She set her feet apart and started lifting. Jan was still not great at making her strength work on command, but she was getting better. She reached deep down within herself. Jan's feet sank down in the soil as she powered up.

Her muscles responded. Quads and calves jumped into action. She grunted as she felt herself pulling up harder and harder. Cords stood out on her neck as she pulled up with all she had. Striated quads shook with power. Her entire body was harder than stone, but nothing happened. Jan took kept pulling up and took a deep breath. She redoubled her efforts. Her muscles seemed to flex even harder. Muscle fibers fired faster and faster. Then there was a squeak as the massive weight shifted on the tracks. Jan looked up and saw the top of the boom move just a few inches. She let it rock back down before she powered up again. Her muscles exploded with power as she powered up again this time harder than the first time. The top of the boom moved almost a foot. She let it rock again. This time the the track near her came all the way off the ground. Jan let the big machine fall. Jan took another breath and pushed with every ounce of strength in her body. Her whole body flexed to the max. Veins throbbed and snaked all across her sweat covered skin. The crane started up again faster. Jan shoved and pushed. She almost had it. Just a little more and a little more. Super powered muscles bulged with steel bending power. She was giving it everything she had, then mother nature gave her what she needed. A slow lazy breeze blew across the yard and that was all it took. With a groan and then a deep whooshing sound the crane tipped past the point of no return.

All the guards turned. The big red crane fell slowly at first, but by the time the 160' boom hit the ground it had been moving in a blur. It hit the ground with the loudest crash many of the men had ever heard.

Jan didn't have time to gloat. She ran to her next objective. She jumped up to the door of a dump truck, put the truck in neutral and pulled off the parking brake. She jumped down and ran to the back of the truck. She put her hands on the part of the chassis that she could reach and pushed. Her already pumped shoulders split into define heads of muscle. Her back muscles flexed against each other. She had forgotten to remove the rubber stops in front of the rear wheels. The big truck pressed against these stops and then rolled back. Jan didn't have time to stop. Jan closed her eyes and pressed harder. Her back and shoulders tightened and hardened. Muscle fibers flexed faster and faster. She leaned in and the rear wheels came off the ground. Jan grunted and strained. The rear of the truck went higher and higher. Her legs were already harder than oak as they continued to press forward. The huge truck tires of the 4 axle beast rose above the rubber stops as the young girl behind it pressed up harder and harder. Jan gave one final surge of power and the wheels went over the rubber completely. The huge wheels started rolling. The yard was on a down hill. Once Jan got the truck moving gravity did the rest.

Jan had hoped that the big truck would hit the something and help further block the road, but she got more than she had hoped for. Across from those trucks was a building that stored flammable materials. It was built well with a steel frame and corrugated exterior, but it wasn't built to withstand the impact of a runaway dump truck. The truck smashed into the side of the building and the flammable materials did what they do best. They exploded. The initial heat from the fireball was enough to make everyone turn their faces away.

Jan smiled and ran as fast as she could to her last stop. Two old wrecking balls sat at the top of a hill not far from the last of Jan's distractions. A 100' tall radio antenna that was used to communicate with the construction trucks and work sights sat just above the junction of roads leading from the eastern gate to the northern one. Jan was going to make sure this junction was blocked so those limo's had no way out. Jan dropped her rifle and went to the first ball, the smaller of the two. The dense ball of steel weighed 4000 pounds. Jan put her legs far apart and wrapped her arms around the bell of the wrecking ball. She took a deep breath and grunted as she tried to lift the weight. Jan had lifted heavier things before, but nothing so heavy and compact. Sweat ran down her forehead in the cool early morning air mixing with the saliva gathering at the corners of her usually pretty lips. Her face was a mask of concentration and pain as the weight of the ball transferred from the ground to her back. She tried to straighten her legs a little as the dense steel ball came higher and higher off the ground. It was so heavy she almost wanted to drop it and come up with a better idea, but then out of the corner of vision she saw a long line of blue lights coming down the northern road.

Muscles flexed and strained. Her face was fire engine red from the strain. She took short sharp breaths as she shuffled towards one of the three supports for the radio tower. Her calf muscles fired super fast to keep her upright with that much weight being held in her arms. Her chest and arms had to squeeze as hard as they could just to keep the ball from falling back to the ground. Jan's muscles worked as hard against that ball as they had ever worked against anything or anyone and there was not even a dent in the steel, but she was near the tower. Jan set her feet and twisted her waist. Her rock hard abs stretched and made deep groves and channels between the blocks of muscle as she brought the weight to one side before tossing it. The ball didn't fly very fast and it didn't fly very far, but far enough. The ball hit the concrete support for the tower and the part of the tower that had been anchored into the cement. The concrete crumbled from the impact and the steel tore away from the support. The tower started leaning. One down.

Jan turned and hurried to the other wrecking ball. This one was even bigger, heavier, and more awkward than the other. This was a 5000 pounder with a bigger bell and even more rounded body. Jan wiped the sweat from her forehead and tried to take a couple of deep breaths before she bent down and wrapped her long arms around the second ball. Jan's face looked like a person trying to lift a mountain. Her muscles ached and throbbed, but she made them flex even harder than before. Her body was so hard and ripped it was unreal, but the 2 and a half ton wrecking ball had been sitting in place a long time. It had sunk down in the ground more than the first, but Jan's muscles were up to the task. She looked like she was straining enough to give herself an aneurysm, but the ball started moving. She couldn't stand up straight, and she moved one leg at a time with jerky movements. Once she was in place. Jan tried to focus on her target. She twisted once again and let the ball fly. This one really didn't fly far, but it hit the rear support tearing through the steel and then rolling to the last support. It hit the concrete shattering it. The blow made the tower that was already leaning start over. It fell, but really slowly.

Jan was on her hands and knees sucking air trying not to pass out looking up at the tower that didn't quite want to fall. She was about to try and get to her feet and push, but mother nature helped her again. A breeze came and the steel of the tower shrieked and groaned as it came down. Two limos crashed into the tower as it fell across the road. The blue lights were close now. Helicopters were in the air and this thing was coming to an end.

Jan used the rifle to get to her feet. She went down the hill towards the building where Alisha and Sara were. They waited with their rifles pointed down at the cartel guards. The FBI and Memphis PD SWAT came in suddenly. Sara and Alisha put their rifles down and held up their badges. The officers came in and secured the area. It was over.

An hour later the first rays of the sun were starting to show over the eastern horizon. Jan, Alisha, and Sara sat next to each other on the tailgate of a pick-up truck with blankets wrapped around their shoulders. They had wiped off the camo paint and were just waiting around. They were all tired and spent mentally and physically, but they were happy.

"Not a bad job done in a pinch.", Alisha said as the three girls drank some water and rested.

"Yeah", Sara agreed. "And we didn't have to kill a single person."

"Yep", Alisha agreed. "Our first bloodless mission in a long time."

Jan chuckled. "I wouldn't say totally bloodless, but no one died."

Alisha laughed. "Those poor guys you fought back at the limo place, you beat those guys up pretty good. I felt sorry for 'em. They didn't have a chance."

Jan laughed. "They weren't that easy. They were plenty strong enough. Stronger than I am, but they were amateurs. They tried to crush me. It hurt all right, but that's not how to do it."

"If you can shoulder press a Bentley you normally don't need any skills. They just brute force their way through life."

Jan nodded. "Not Mel. If he was as strong as either one of those two, he would have killed me."

Sara frowned. "Oh stop that. Kill you? You're just being morbid."

"No really. I mean I wouldn't go down easy, but I'm just saying. He's the only guy I've ever fought that I would rather shoot than fight again."

Sara was about say something else, but the three agents they had rescued came over to them. They stood up to meet them.

"We never got a chance to thank you properly. You met Special Agent Pastrana. I'm Ricardo Juarez, and this big fella here is DEA Agent Rafael Zabbrana." The three men reached out and shook the hands of the girls.

Jan looked at Agent Pastrana. "I hope you're not mad about me making you lie back on the ground."

He laughed. "Oh no no. You were doing your job. Hell, you were doing our job. No hard feelings."

Agent Juarez looked closer at the team who had rescued him. "I knew you all were young, but with the paint off I can see how young you guys are, and you saved our behinds! When I was your age I couldn't find my own behind with both hands and a road map."

They all laughed. Jan loved how native Spanish speakers naturally rolled their 'r'. It just sounded cool. The FBI gave the team a ride back to the station to change. The Special Agent in Charge, a Mr. Markum, gave them a ride in her personal car. He smiled from ear to ear as he drove down the road. It was fully light now. Birds had taken to the sky and the city of Memphis was waking up early on a Sunday morning. The news reporters were already showing up to the scene of the largest drug bust in years. There would be no report of the involvement of a special group of Treasury Department agents who helped break the case, but the girls didn't mind that. They showed at the Federal Building and changed back into regular clothes before getting breakfast at a Waffle House. None of them ordered much, but they had been awake for almost 24 hours and had only eaten once the whole time.

"This is going to throw my schedule complete off", Alisha said after swallowing her last piece of bacon.

"Yeah. I'll just sleep all the rest of this day. Get on the plane and sleep some more", Jan said between forkfuls of eggs over easy.

Sara had already finished eating. She used her toast to sop up the rest of her grits.

"You know, Sara you could go pro with that voice of yours. I almost forgot what I was doing listening to you."

Sara smiled bashfully. "Getting famous is very very low on my priority list, but thanks."

Alisha looked at Jan. "And you! Why didn't you tell anybody that you could play the piano like that?"

Jan shrugged. "I didn't think anybody would be interested. Just like you didn't tell us that you were an artist until you had already painted a portrait of us."

The conversation died down for a while. The girls paid and left the restaurant to head back to the hotel. They had to check out by noon, but that probably wasn't going to happen.

More to come!  New and greater challenges and new more powerful characters to come!