London By C2K, c2k@cwc.org.uk Helena goes transatlantic Foreword: This is second story I have written on the conquests of Helena. For those of you acquainted with DC Comics' Huntress a.k.a. Helena Bertinelli, this is Helena a little older now. Her father was never killed and she 'followed' him into the mafia. She never became the hero that we all know and love! In this story, she is now the boss of her family and has gained control of several rivals' criminal operations. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm so glad you could join us, Claire," said Helena. Cory and Claire took their seats at the table. "I am honoured to be able to sit with you all," said Claire. "I told you," said Cory, "You deserve to be here after what you've done for us." "Yes," agreed Helena, "without you, we never could have infiltrated Benetti's place." "Anyway, we need to discuss how we go forward," said Helena. "Well, it just so happens that, you know how we were wondering where Benetti's arms supplier was from?" began Cory. "Yes, we were going to extract that information but Joanna killed him first," said Gina. "Oops," said Joanna. "Anyway," continued Cory, "that doesn't matter now. It just so happens that I have traced the source back to London." "England?" asked Emmanuelle. "Indeed," replied Cory. "Well, it's settled then. We need to plan a little holiday," suggested Helena. "Leave it to us, Miss Helena," said Claire, "Cory and I will arrange everything." "Good," replied Helena. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few days later, they assembled at Helena's airfield: Helena, Cory, Emmanuelle, Gina, Yasmina, Joanna and, of course, Claire. As Claire piloted the helicopter, Gina, Emmanuelle, Yasmina and Joanna entertained each other by taking turns and performing lapdances for each other. After an incredible series of dances from all four girls, Joanna and Yasmina stripped off and performed a naked dance, graduating into an erotic display of affection for one another. Helena smiled. She imagined that this time tomorrow, they would be putting exactly the same amount of passion into destroying their targets. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- When they landed, they were met on the concourse by a man wearing a sharp suit. He was standing next to a people carrier with blacked out windows. He spoke, "I am looking for Helena." Helena replied, "I am Miss Helena." "Good to meet you, Helena," he greeted her. "You will address Miss Helena appropriately," corrected Emmanuelle. "Ok then," he said with a grin. Emmanuelle smiled back. Thinking what she could have in store for him later. He continued, "I will escort you to you hotel room." They entered the vehicle. About twenty minutes later, they arrived at their hotel. The driver explained, "Tomorrow I will get you at ten o'clock." "Very good," replied Helena. "Yes, very good, MISS Helena," he said, laughing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, at ten o'clock, Helena and her girls were all sitting in the hotel lobby. Helena looked at her watch, impatiently. After ten minutes or so, the driver returned. "Look Mr...," Helena began. "Brown," he informed her. "Mr Brown," she continued, "I don't know what you're used to here, but where I come from, you don't keep guests waiting." He bowed. "Oh I AM sorry, Queen Helena, your majesty," he said condescendingly. He added, "Just f***ing follow me, ladies." The group followed Brown out the lobby, down the stairs and into the hotel car park. He led them to a corner that was not covered by the cameras. Claire went on ahead. She was aware of movement to her side. She dodged to the side to narrowly avoid being pistol-whipped to the back of her head. She spun round and grabbed the offending wrist. In the offender's hand was a silenced pistol. In Claire's experience, one did not attach a silencer unless the weapon was planned to be used. Quickly she wrapped her arm round his locking it out and kicked her foot to his chin. In a fluid motion she completed the arm lock with her other arm and wrenched upwards, breaking his arm. Freeing her right arm again she uppercutted him under the chin with a neck-breaking palm strike. At the same time, Brown had gone on the defensive, but Emmanuelle was too fast for him. Throwing a side kick to his gut that made him double over, she followed up by grabbing his hair with her right hand. With her other arm, she struck his jaw with her elbow and, thrusting his head down with her hand, thrust her knee upwards to his face. His blood splattered over his face with the crack of his nose. Emmanuelle pulled him up by his hair and shoved him back. "My turn," said Joanna. She performed a jumping side kick, connecting with his chin and knocking him back. His back slammed to a pillar and he slumped to the ground, knocked out. Gina and Emmanuelle dragged him to the car. At the car, Claire got his gun and his keys out his pocket. They bundled him in the car along with themselves. They waited for him to come to. Helena spoke, "No more messing around, now take us." He reached for his gun. Gina grabbed his hand by the fingers, crushing them. "Even if we hadn't taken it, you'd never get a chance to grab it let alone fire it," she advised. She crushed his fingers further. A couple of cracks rang out. He gasped. "Let me explain the situation. You will direct us where we need to be," explained Helena. "And where is that?" he asked. "Well, seeing as you ask, I would like you to drop by your main shipping store, if you know what I mean" she requested. "You're one crazy b****," he responded, "do you know that?" Emmanuelle grabbed his other arm and twisted it into a painful hold. "You have been told," she reprimanded him, "you will give Miss Helena her due respect." He nodded his head in pain. He agreed and directed Claire to the Docklands area. As they entered between warehouses and containers, Brown pointed out a warehouse ahead of them some bit. "Drive round the side, Claire" instructed Helena. Claire drove round the side. "Ok, Mr. Brown, you can drive your vehicle again," said Helena. She continued, "Claire, Gina, Emmanuelle, Joanna and Yasmina, would you be so kind as to cement North Atlantic relations." "Our pleasure, Miss Helena," said Claire, as they left the car. "Now, take us to Dave Smith," requested Helena. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- Brown drove out towards a residential area. Over one hour later, they drove into a nice area with old red brick houses with colourful gardens. Brown stopped at the next corner. On the corner was a traditional-style pub called The Dog and Pig. While they had been driving, Claire, Emmanuelle, Joanna, Yasmina and Gina had taken up their points outside the warehouse. There was a main dor for loading and two side doors for personnell access. Claire and Gina moved to one side door while Joanna and Yasmina moved to the other two. Meanwhile Gina started to bang on the main doors. Two of the men working in the warehouse went to open the large sliding door. One operated the door while the other covered the entrance. There were four other men working in main warehouse and they took position behind various crates. As the door opened, Gina walked in crying. "Please help me," she sobbed, “I was lost and now my car has broke down. I don't know what I'll do." As he closed the door. Another goon, who appeared to be in charge walked out from the side into the clearing in the middle of the warehouse and approched Gina. He signaled the rest of the workers out. He assured her, "Don't worry, we'll make you feel better, won't we guys." A rumble of agreement came from the assembled group. Meanwhile, the girls on the outside decided to make their move. Claire and Emmanuelle entered to a corridor that had an office to the side. They entered and discovered it was some kind of security office. Two henchmen were watching computer screens. As the door opened, they both looked round. Emmanuelle roundhouse kicked the near one off his chair while the far one reached for his gun. Claire ran at him and before he had a chance to draw his gun, she threw a high front kick under his chin. He fell to his back, out cold. Claire didn't want him coming back later, so she axe kicked him to his exposed throat. Emmanuelle kept her attentions on the first guy. She wanted to toy with him but she knew the priority was to meet up with Gina and the others. He charged at her with a straight punch. She kicked him between the legs and wrapped her left arm about his. She then threw a straight palm strike to his nose. She released him and jumped with a spinning hook kick to his jaw, that broke his neck. They left that room and moved along the corridor. In front of them, another came out of a store room, right in front of them. Before he had a chance to call out, Emmanuelle threw an elbow strike to his mouth, breaking him teeth in the process. Quickly, she grabbed his chin and reached the back of his head and broke his neck. Across the corridor, just before the door that led to the warehouse, was another room. This looked like the office for all the operations. There were another two men inside. Two men were at filing cabinets looking through some files. Claire grabbed one in a sleeper, and twisted his head, breaking his neck. The other had just turned round at that moment. Emanuelle drove her knee to his stomach, winding him to prevent him from calling for help. She followed up with a headbutt between his eyes. As he slid down the filing cabinet, she threw a palm uppercut under his chin, breaking his neck over its top corner. Then she joined Claire as she listened at the door to see what was happening in the warehouse. Meanwhile, the door that Joanna and Yasmina had entered led directly into the staff room. There were five men in there that were having a break. Two had their backs to the door. Before they had a chance to react, Joanna and Yasmina walked up to them both and grabbed their heads and snapped their necks. They smiled. "Two down, three to go," said Joanna. The other three men got up and ran round the table - two round one end and one round the other. Yasmina threw a side kick to the first of the two's chest, sending both back off their feet. Meanwhile, Joanna met the first with a fast round kick to his jaw, immediately snapped into a side kick to his nose. Both his jaw and nose broke audibly. She hopped to his side and snapped another round kick, this time to his stomach. This time, she span on her left foot and threw a spinning heel kick to the small of his back. Before he had a chance to react, she grabbed him in her arms and dropped him in the table with his head over the end. She then raised her leg and dropped it to his face in an axe kick, also breaking his neck over the edge of the table. She quickly went to assist Yasmina. Yasmina dropped her knee to the first guy's chest. She straddled him and grabbed his arms, underhooking them. Jerking upward, she broke them both. Quickly she rammed a palm strike to his nose. She grabbed his head and twisted it, breaking his neck. The second guy was already up and had backed against the far wall and was going for his gun. But not fast enough for Joanna. She ran at him and as she approached him hopped into a side kick at his chin, pinning him to the wall. She waved her finger at him. "Ah, ah, ah," she teased. Actually she had pulled the kick and only used as much effort as to hold him to the wall. He obviously didn't appreciate this and threw a punch at her. She caught his fist, twisted his arm and broke back his wrist with a crack. Immediately, she straightened her leg, breaking his neck. Yasmina got up and they smiled at each other then moved to the other door that led to the warehouse. They took the chance and peeped it open. Gina was in the middle of the warehouse, surrounded by six men. She had stripped to her bra. It was easier for Joanna and Yasmina to make their way closer undetected. At that time Emmanuelle looked through their keyhole and saw Yasmina and Joanna making their way between the crates, and decided to do the same. Meanwhile Gina had just been asked to take her bra off. "Oh no, I couldn't do that. What kind of girl do you take me for?" she protested innocently. One of the men answered, "Well we'll have to take it off for you then." Two men from the side moved in. Like lightning, Gina jumped up and did the splits in mid-air, catching each one in the chest. As they both fall back, she jumps at the two in front of her extending her arms to a double clothesline, catching each one in the throat. The other four girls see that as their cue and rush out to assist her. Joanna rushed at one of the remaining two, kicking him with a heel kick to the small of his back. At the same time, the other one had rushed to the side to one of the posts where a red button was positioned on some kind of electric box. Claire noticed this and rushed at the box. She reached it just before him and jumped at it with a double front kick. Her left leg knocked his arm away and the second knocked the box off the wall so all was left was a frame and bare electric contacts. He charged at her and she sidestepped and did a jumping hook kick that caught him on the back of the head. As he went forward, she threw a side kick to the back of his head, pushing his face into the remains of the electric box. He twitched for a second then fell to the ground, dead. Claire smiled and joined the others. On top of a nearby crate was a series of loaded machine guns. Yasmina grabbed one and fired at the roof. She spoke, "Ok. Nobody move. I want all the men in here to get up and try nothing funny." The men got up. The one that seemed to be in charge spoke. "Look," he said, "I'm the one in charge here." "And who are you," asked Yasmina. "I'm Hurt," he answered, "you may call me Supervisor Hurt." Yasmina laughed loudly, "You will be in a minute." The rest of the girls joined in. They went over and emptied the magazines from the remaining weapons, throwing them in all directions. Yasmina did the same and then replaced the empty gun. "Your funeral," said one goon and he charged at Joanna. All the rest except the supervisor followed by charging at the girls. Joanna took on her opponent with a side kick to his nose that broke on impact. As he staggered back, the stepped into him with a front kick under his chin. He fell to his back, stunned. Joanna jumped and landed with a knee to his chest, breaking a rib. She slapped his face. "Come on, wake up. I wanna hurt you more," she laughed. As he came to, she underhooked his arms with hers. She applied upwards pressure. He cried out. "Yes, that's it. Scream for me," she teased. She pulled up harder and broke both his arms. She stood up and rolled him over to his back. She raised her leg up vertical, holding it there for a second before smashing an axe kick to the back of his neck, killing him. Gina treated her assailant with a heel kick to the breadbasket. He doubled over. She stepped up to him and press down on his back. She raised her knee to his gut several times. She finished by dropping her elbow to his back. He fell to the ground groaning in pain but unable to move. He coughed up blood, most likely internal bleeding caused by her knees. Her sister, Emmanuelle, struck out with a front kick too, except that she nailed her opponent between his legs. She followed this up with a front kick to his gut then a heel kick to his chin. All three kick were carried out in quick succession. He fell back to the ground, out cold. Claire had seen off her attacker with a side kick to the chest. He staggered back clutching his chest. "You b****!," he yelled, "you broke a f***ing rib!" He ran at her again. This time she caught him with a side kick to his nose, breaking it. "Now your rib and nose and sit at the fire and exchange stories," she laughed. She threw another kick, this time to the side of his ribcage. He yelled in pain as she broke another rib. A heel kick to the chest that broke another rib. She followed that up with a spinning heel kick to his head, that landed to the side of his eye, cracking his eye socket and knocking him to the ground. "Awww, does it hurt," teased Claire. He got to his feet, clearly in pain. She quickly snapped a round kick to his jaw that staggered him, then followed that up with a palm strike to his already broken nose. With her other arm, she drove an elbow to his jaw, breaking it and knocking him out. Eventually Yasmina approached Hurt. "Ok, get ready to be Hurt," she laughed. She threw a feint round kick to his head which he would have blocked except, she changed to a kick to his gut, knocked some wind out of him. He raised his guard again. "you'll have to do better than that," he mocked. He threw a series of well placed jabs at her head. Incredibly she dodged every punch until she had the chance to retaliate with a quick jab to his nose which she followed up with a lightning-fast palm strike to his nose. "My turn," she said. His head was thrown back and Yasmina followed up with a front kick to his chin, then slammed an axe kick to the bridge of his nose. This kick caused a steady stream of blood to flow down from his nose. "Better?" she asked, "I thought so. How’s this?" Yasmina launched a jumping side kick to his chest that knocked him off his feet. She quickly stepped up and stomped his groin, grinding her foot in. He cried out in agony, and sat up slightly. Seizing her opportunity, Yasmina kicked him in the face then quickly raised her leg and slammed an axe kick to his nose again. By now, his face was various shades of red. She bent down and lifted him up to a seated position by his arms. She sat and wrapped his legs round his arms, locking her ankles and pulling his arms back with her wrists. "Do you like this?" she asked, "Nod if you do." She laughed and used her feet to nod his head. She continued, "So do I. This is a lotus lock. It's one of my favourites holds." Emmanuelle had noticed her target moving. She quickly pressed down on him with her foot. "Not so fast," she informed him. She sat on his back and pulled his arms over her thighs. She then locked on a sleeper hold. She leaned back and put incredible strain on his back and neck. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she teased. Meanwhile, Yasmina was punishing her opponent. "I really love this hold. I can break your arms in one place," she began. With that, she broke his arms, snapped at the elbows. She continued, "And I can dislocate them in another." And she dislocated his shoulders. He cried out in unspeakable pain. She hooked one foot under his chin and pressed the other foot to the back of this head. She looked across and shouted to Emmanuelle. "Emmanuelle," she began, "ready. One...two...three..." Emmanuelle and Yasmina simultaneously shouted, "Snap!" At that time Emmanuelle broke her man's neck with her arms and Yasmina broke her guy's neck with her feet. Gina's opponent was still on his belly, unable to move. She calmly raised her leg up and her her foot above her head and held it there for a couple of seconds. She then smashed an axe kick to the back of his neck, killing him. "Your turn Claire," she said cheerfully. Claire knelt on one knee and lifted her opponent then wrapped her arm round his neck so his back was bent over her thigh in a dragon sleeper. She leant back and a series of pops were heard as his back was bent further over her thigh. "Ooh Claire," said Emmanuelle, "I guess your guy isn't as flexible as my guy!" "No," replied Claire, "but just as dead." With that, she twisted her arm, breaking his neck. As Claire stood up, they surveyed the scene of destruction. "Right," said Yasmina, "let's see what we have here." As they further examined the goods in the warehouse, they discovered weapons of all kinds from all over the world. Dave Smith was clearly some kind of distributor or middle man for some major players in the crime world. Yasmina smiled as their organisation process continued. She couldn't wait for Helena to witness the scale of this operation when she and Cory returned from dealing with Dave Smith himself. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brown parked the car on the street outside. He led Helena and Cory into the pub. Without warning, Cory grabbed the back of his head and rammed his face into the brick wall. A trickle of blood ran down the wall. "You weren't going to lead us in through the bar were you Mr. Brown?" asked Cory. "It's the only way to the boss's office," replied Brown. "Oh come now, Mr Brown," questioned Helena, "you expect us to believe that someone like your Mr. Smith enters and exits his office through the bar every time?" "Yes, yes..." spluttered Brown. Cory applied a chickenwing hold while grinding his face into the brickwork with her left hand. "Tell us," Cory whispered in his ear, "or I'll snap your arm off." "Ok, ok," he said. Cory pulled him away from the wall by his hair, still maintaining the hold on his arm. He led them along two sides of the building and up a lane was a fire escape up to a steel door. He motioned up with his head. "Up there," he informed them. "Lead the way," said Cory. He shook his head. "If I go in there," he started, "the boss will kill me." Helena nodded to Cory. She slammed him against the wall. She released her hold on his arm and used her now free right arm to slam a punch to his right side. She covered his mouth with her other hand to keep him quiet. She kicked the back of his knee forcing him to one knee and said, "You will do as Miss Helena instructs." She stretched out his right arm behind him holding his shoulder and his wrist and jumped up, breaking his arm as her knee forced his elbow the wrong way. Immediately she pulled his head back and rammed a palm strike to his mouth before he had a chance to yell out. She then lifted him up and shoved him hard towards the fire escape. As expected the door was locked. Dave Smith was in his office with his two bodyguards. As he heard the bang on his door, he ordered one to open it. From his office, he could see the door along the corridor. He reached in his desk for his silenced pistol. As the door was unlocked and opened, Cory pushed Brown through the door. The door forced back one of Dave Smith heavies. Cory pushed Brown in and her and Helena charged on to Dave Smith's office. As they entered his office, he hollered, "Hold it right there." He pointed his gun at Helena. He then pointed it at Cory. Then back to Helena. "Brown, what took you so long?" asked Smith. "Well we were a bit sidetracked, sir," he replied. "Sidetracked f*** all," accused Smith, "now spill." "Mr. Smith," interrupted Helena, "we have come here to discuss business. Let's discuss business." "Ok, start discussin'", he replied. Helena explained, "My family has been attempting to expand our East Coast operations. The trouble is that my rivals are receiving rather excellent arms supplies from your shores. Specifically, from you. I have come to offer you the opportunity of the Bertinelli Family's assistance in running your organisation. In return you will cut off supplies to our competitors." Smith burst into fits of laughter. He replied, "F***ing b****es. What makes you think I'll work with a bunch of crack wh***s?" "Ok I'll come clean," she admitted, "by now, my associates will have gained control of your distribution centre." She turned to Brown, "And thank you for your little detour Mr. Brown." Brown winced. He knew Helena had just signed his death warrant. Smith raged, "Brown, ya lily-livered wheyface." With that, Smith shot him squared in the forehead. Helena took this as her chance, she leapt over the desk and knocked Smith back against the wall with a flying kick. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards the table, slipping behind him and locking on a full nelson. She kicked the back of his knees, forcing him to them." "Relax and enjoy the show," she said. One of the heavies approached the desk to defend Smith while the other lunged at Cory. Cory grabbed his arm and used his momentum to fire him into his colleague, sending both crashing to the ground. The one on top was up first. He reached for Cory. She swatted his arms away and jumped, throwing a spinning back kick to his chest. He staggered back. She noticed that the other guy was getting up. She threw a round kick to his side and a heel kick to his gut. While he was short of breath, she reached up and grabbed his head. She jumped with a knee strike to his chin. The power left his legs and he fell to the ground. The other guy reached for her too but she grabbed his arm and span round so her back was to him. Before he had a chance to take advantage, she pulled his arm down and rammed her other hand in a palm strike to his elbow. She released him and he stepped back grabbing his arm. His arm was clearly bent the wrong way. The other guy was on his feet and stepped into her. "Chop him down," instructed Helena. She kicked the side of his knee. As his leg broke, he slumped to the ground; but not before Cory had thrown a crescent kick to his jaw, breaking it as well. He lay on the ground, out cold. The first guy grabbed her ankle and pulled, hoping to pull her off her feet. However, Cory had other ideas. Instead of her leg giving way, he found her stance somewhat solid. She loosened his grip by kneeling down on his arm. Grabbing his arm she worked him into a cross armbar, laying back quickly, she broke his other arm with a quick thrust. He again yelled out. She worked one ankle under his neck and pushed him up slightly but enough to lock on a triangle choke. After a few seconds his face went deep red, his veins popping through his skin like purple rivers. "Your tough guys are too easy, Mr. Smith," said Cory. With that she broke his neck between her legs. She released him and stood up. The second guy was still out cold. Cory produced a couple of cable ties and set about binding the second thug's wrists. She then lifted him up and attached them to a gas pipe on the wall, just above a bracket. She explained, "I'll explain how it is. You have no choice. I have control of your operation now. You will work for me." As he went to speak, Helena cut him off. She said, "No don't decide yet. First I need to workout." She moved in front of the tied 'bodyguard'. Cory moved to the side of Dave Smith. By now the thug was starting to come to. When he realised he was tied up he began thrashing wildly. He kicked out at Helena but she swatted his leg to the side and stepped in, ramming her palm to his nose. He cried out. For the next few minutes, Helena unloaded a series of blistering strikes and kicks to his body and head. Before long, he was out cold, or dead. He had coughed up a pool of blood that now lay on the floor and every part of his face was bleeding or badly bruised. "You seem to have made your own heavy bag," smirked Cory. Helena smiled. She looked at her work. Once again she went into a routine, this time concentrating on kick to his head. Helena's incredible kicks pulverised his face and as she increased the intensity of her attack, actually started to crack his skull with some of her kicks. Cory noticed that Dave Smith was looking concerned. He was used to the brutality sometimes necessary in his line of work, but he had just witnessed this seemingly dignified woman cause more damage without a weapon than he had seen (and caused) with a weapon. "Well if he's not yet dead, he soon will be," remarked Cory. Helena turned and smiled at her. She addressed Smith. "Now Mr. Smith, have you had a chance to consider my generous offer?" she asked. "You know that was some show, but it means nothing against a man tied up," he criticised. "Why Mr. Smith, I do admire your false bravado. I tell you what, pick your chosen opponent and the other will stay out of this." Smith thought. Helena had put on an impressive display but Cory had taken on and bested his two bodyguards. In his younger days as a bare knuckle champion, her had taken on many skilled fighters and easily beaten them. He thought his only chance was to take on Helena and hope he was still up for the fight. "I do business with the organ grinder, not the monkey," he said to Helena. Cory winked at him an pulled his chair to the side, taking a seat. He took a classic boxing stance, and circled Helena. Helena looked much more relaxed, a strong sense of confidence running through her. Smith threw a series of jab and hooks to Helena's head which she dodged easily. In desperation, he lunged at her, clinching with her. She pushed against him and raised her knee to his kidney three times and pushed him away. He winced in pain and Helena quickly kicked his other kidney. As he drew in breath she threw a side kick to his stomach. The wind was knocked out of him and he stepped back. "I think you've gotten a bit out of shape, Davy boy," commented Cory. He growled and charged at Helena. She easily dodged him and perfomed a spinning back kick, planting her foot in the small of his back, forcing him to the wall. He grabbed his back in pain and turned round to face her. Once again he tried throwing punches which she was able to dodge. "For f*** sake, stand still, you bitch," he said in frustration. "Dear dear, Mr Smith," she replied calmly, "now I'm going to have to beat your sorry ass." This time every punch he missed, she retaliated with a quick kick to his head. After just a few kicks, he was looking quite unsteady on his feet. He went for a last gasp charge at her. Helena side stepped this but grabbed his arm and locking one behind his back threw several hard knees to his gut. She followed this up with a knee to his face that sent him staggering back. WIthout giving him a break, she jumped up and twisted her body, throwing an aerial spinning back kick to his nose that shattered it and dropped him to his knees, clutching his nose. Smith groaned in pain and blood seeped through his fingers. Helena moved toward him, smiling menacingly. He slowly got to his feet and put his arms up to push her away. "Get away from me, you b...," he began. He didn't have time to finish when she underhooked his arms with hers and jerked up hard, breaking both his arms at once. "Oh, yes, lovely technique," commented Cory. As he cried out in pain, Helena gave no rest and headbutted his already busted nose. She quickly followed with a knee to his groin then grabbed his head and jumped up slamming another knee to his jaw. He fell to the ground, but not out. Wincing through the pain in his face, groin and arms, he said, "You'll have to do better to KO, missy." Helena smashed a kick to his side and followed through, rolling him to his back. As he cried out again, she grabbed his arms and pulled them back, planting her foot between his shoulder blades. Once again he yelled out in pain. She gave a quick jerk, dislocating both his shoulders. Cory had now got up and grabbed one of his legs, holding it in an anklelock. While she was on one knee, she had broken his ankle and was now standing twisting it further. Smith banged his other leg on the ground in pain. Helena let go of one of his arms and moved to his side. "Thank you Cory, I'll take that now," she said with a complimentary smile. Planting her foot in his back, she pulled up hard. With one more pull up, she broke his back as well. She jumped and landed on his upper back. Pulling his head back she wrapped her legs round his head, binding it in a figure 4. "What a waste. All his knowledge," Cory said. Actually she had hoped it would end like this. Helena agreed, "Yes, if only he had taken up my very generous offer." Helena broke Smith's neck then stood up. "Hmmm," mused Cory, "I have an idea." She moved to the gas pipe where the thug was still hanging by his arms. She kicked it at a joint in the pipe. The joint split apart and gas started to escape. Cory raked about in Smith's pockets and found a solid gold lighter. "This will do nicely," she said. "Ok Cory, lets go back to the docks and see what we've just acquired," said Helena. "A good plan, Miss Helena," replied Cory. She lit the lighter and left it sitting in the corridor just behind the fire exit. They left and closed the fire door behind them. Cory drove Brown's car and her and Helena went to rendezvous with the other girls at the docklands. END.