Intruder Alert
by Alpesco
Trying to halt a youthful intruder.


Look' said Abe, pointing. 'Intruder near tank four.'

I looked in the monitor. Yes there was somebody creeping about by the main
tank. It looked to be a kid, a girl about fourteen with short blonde hair. She
was skinny but quite tall.

'She must have swum round by the point,' I said, looking at her two piece
bathing costume. 'Then come in over the fence. Give Clare a buzz. Tell her to
bring her in.'

I watched through the monitor as Clare, our night keeper, emerged from the
preparation room to confront the intruder. Kids or nature-wierdos were always
trying to get in here, but we soon had them out again.

At first the girl tried to hide, but Clare walked right up to where she was
and caught her by the arm. The girl was startled, not realising how many
cameras we had trained on the place. I could see an altercation begin as the
girl struggled to escape Clare's grip, and Clare tried to drag her back
inside. The kid was almost as tall as Clare at 5-8 or 5-9, but she was only
half the weight of our heavily-built Senior Keeper.

But Clare seemed to be having trouble pulling her captive in to the facility.
The girl's free hand was clamped to a railing and however hard she tried,
Clare did not seem able to pull her off. Angrily, the keeper moved round to
tear the offending arm away, so that she now had hold of both the girl's
wrists. But, curiously, the kid was still giving her trouble.

I watched Clare struggle to force the girl's two arms together. But she just
couldn't move them. I focussed the camera on what should have been a very
unequal struggle, but the skinny fourteen-year-old was clearly a lot stronger
than she looked. Although her lean torso was half the width of her opponent's
spreading waistline, her flowingly-muscled arms seemed almost as broad as
Clare's, and they were inches longer. The girl was staring contemptuously at
the larger woman, resisting all her attempts to control her own strong arms.

I watched Clare get angrier and angrier as her broad arms shook with the
strain of the struggle. Then, incredibly, the larger woman's arms started to
shudder backward beneath the teenager's pressure. Almost in panic, Clare tore
one arm free, drawing it back for a slap.

The kid was faster. Ducking beneath the larger woman's arm, she came up behind
her, pinning her left arm and neck in a firm half-nelson. Clare cried out in
frustration as the girl expertly completed the hold, sweeping her right arm
beneath the keeper's shoulder and linking her hands behind the larger woman's
neck.

I waited for the larger woman to tear herself free. But nothing seemed to
happen. Clare was certainly struggling. I could hear her grunt, see her
squirm, but not only couldn't she break the grip of those long arms, she
didn't seem able to move her whole body more than an inch or two either way..
What was wrong with her? I zoomed the camera in as close as I could, to see
Clare's face straining with effort. The girl's forearms had begun to force her
head down and forward. She strained to resist. But the pressure was
relentless.

I couldn't believe it. The lanky teenager could weigh barely half what the
Senior Keeper did, yet her long arms were quite simply overpowering the larger
woman. Clare's own stocky arms now hung useless at her sides as the girl's
grip tightened, cutting off their nerves and blood supply. Sinuous snakes of
muscle coiled along the girl's bronzed arms as they continued to pour on the
pressure.

The girl's face was impassive, almost as if she were a disinterested observer,
watching as her long arms completely dominated the larger woman. I heard Clare
give a grunt of pain as those amazingly strong arms applied another surge of
power. My mouth hung open in wonder. The forty year old woman couldn't move at
all now, her body like a hopsack in the tall fourteen-year-old's steely grip.
Her head was bent forward on to her chest, her whole body beginning to bow
beneath the intense pressure. She gave a bellow of rage as she made another
effort to tear herself free. But the girl's arms just tightened in another
surge of strength. A groan of pain came from the larger woman as her body
buckled even further beneath those powerful arms.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The girl's long arms were simply
crushing all resistance out of a woman almost twice her bodyweight.Clare's
neck was bent almost double now, her whole body seeming to grow limp. I began
to realise that not only was Clare not going to tear herself free, she was in
danger of being completely overcome.

'Abe!' I called, getting worried. 'Get the Security Guards down to the outer
tank area. Clare needs some help.'

I turned back to the monitor to see Clare hanging limply in the young girl's
grip. As I watched, the intruder's long arms relaxed, unclasping to release
their victim. I wondered how Clare would react. But I was shocked to see how
much harm the slim teenager had done. The keeper was virtually out cold,
dizzy, stumbling, barely able to remain upright. Only the support of the
intruder's arms stopped her from falling.

With a quick glance towards the inner part of the complex, the girl bent, to
curl her right arm about Clare's legs. With a soft grunt she straightened,
lifting the far heavier woman up into her arms to hold her cradled like a
baby. Even after what I'd seen those arms do. I was astonished at this slender
girl's strength as she carried a woman nearly twice her weight in those
dominating arms.

Turning, the girl began to jog towards the central tanks, still carrying her
semi-conscious burden.

'Hurry those guards!' I shouted. 'The girl's got away.'

Fortunately I was able to follow the intruder's movements with our excellent
security system. There wasn't an inch of the facility that wasn't covered by
at least two TV cameras. The girl ran along the line of equipment stores
toward the main building. I directed the guards toward her.

It was then that Abe returned.

"I have a woman here. Says she's the girl's mother."

I turned to see a good looking blonde woman in her late 30s. she was around 5'
9" the same height as the girl, and I could see a resemblance, though this
woman was heavier.

"Yes?" I demanded.

The woman peered at the monitor, seeming unsurprised to see her 14-year-old
daughter running with a fully-grown woman in her arms. "That's my teenage
daughter," she said. "Her name's Brionn. She said she was going to do
something to free thee animals your company is using for experimentation."

"So that's what this is about." I roared. "We get more than enough eco-nuts
here already, without hare-brained kids joining in. Well your daughter is now
in very serious trouble. She's broken into private property, attacked one of
my keepers, and my security staff are just about to intercept her."

I turned to switch on the PA system and then the main courtyard lights.

The girl froze as the lights blazed. Then she heard my voice telling her to
stop and surrender herself to security.

She turned and looked up at the cameras, then round to where Hutchence and
Starkey, two of our Security Guards, were walking towards her from the
Reception Area.

"Call off the Security men," the girl's mother said behind me. "That's not the
way to deal with this."

"I decide the way we deal with this." I said. "If she doesn't do exactly as I
order, the guards'll bring her in."

"She won't take orders from anyone," the woman said, almost proudly. "If you
want to stop her, you've got to try to convince her, persuade her to change
her mind."

"I'll convince her all right." I turned up the sound. 'Stay right where you
are.' I ordered. 'This is a restricted area and we're going to have to take
you in for questioning.'

'No way!' the girl shouted up. 'I came to see just what you're doing with the
creatures you have here. I won't let you stop me now.'

Even as she spoke, the two security guards closed in on her, arms out-
stretched to bar her escape. Hutchence moved in from the right to cut off her
escape.

'You think you fat bozos can catch me?' the girl backed herself into the
corner, lowering the still confused Clare back to her feet.. 'Just try, that's
all.'

The two men were hardly fat. They must weigh between 170 and 200, Starkey
being the taller and heavier man at 5 foot 11. Both were fairly fit. They had
to pass tests twice a year.

'They've got her now,' I murmured as the two men closed her into the corner.

"You don't know Brionn," the girl's mother said.

And suddenly the girl turned to grab hold of a metal drainpipe that ran down
the side of the two-storey building behind her. It was bolted tight to the
wall, so there was no way she could use her legs to help her climb it. But to
my astonishment, she didn't need to. Her right hand clamped tightly round the
metal conduit. Then her arm just flexed, pulling her entire body three feet
off the ground in a smooth, single-arm chin. I was startled to see the size
and density of the muscles that swelled in her long arm as she drew herself
upward. Her left hand clamped on the pipe three feet higher than the first,
and the bicep of that arm swelled like a melon as it contracted to pull her
body up almost effortlessly in another smooth chinning motion. Before the two
guards could close in on her, she had pulled herself completely out of their
reach, continuing her hand over hand climb till she reached the flat roof.

'Go round the back!' Hutchence shouted. 'I'll take the ladder.'

I followed him with the cameras as he climbed the steel ladder on the far
corner of the next building, finally gaining the rooftop on which the intruder
had trapped herself.

"I advise you to call off your heavy," the mother said beside me. "Brionn may
be only fourteen, but she's a martial arts champion. She's fast and she's
strong, I mean really strong - not just for someone her age."

"Is that meant to impress me?" I said. "She'll be caught, and then punished."

Hutchence moved toward her. 'Okay,' he said. 'There's nowhere for you to run.
Just come quietly, and no one will get hurt.'

Despite being two inches shorter than him and a whole lot lighter, she looked
unafraid. 'You better let me be,' she said. 'I'm a triple black belt in
martial arts. And I'm a whole lot stronger than I look.'

'Oh yeah?' I could hear the smile in Hutchence's voice as he kept on coming
forward.

Still moving backward, the girl raised her arms into a double bicep pose, and
began to tense her muscles.

At once her waist grew even narrower as surprisingly thick abdominal muscles
gathered into a rippling six-pack across her stomach. From nowhere, lats and
delts appeared, widening her already broad shoulders, and on her arms, as she
flexed, rose an impressive array of muscle. Her flexed arms were a small
mountain-range of muscle, solid and defined. Each of her arms was well over
half the width of her narrow waist even when looked at face- on. From the
side, the width of waist and bicep was more or less equal. In fact her long,
heavily-muscled arms and shoulders looked heavier and stronger than the rest
of her upper body. She glanced down to admire her swelling right bicep, the
off-blonde hair falling in a fringe over her forehead.

'Real nice, kid,' Hutchence said. 'But I outweigh you two to one, and I'm
taking you in - one way or the other.'

'You may be bigger than me, bozo,' the girl said. 'But I'll clean your clock.'

With a grunt of rage, the security man charged at her. The girl darted
backward and to her left, moving easily out of his path. Then her right hand
unleashed four swift jabs to the right side of his head. Her long arms allowed
her to hit him from just beyond his reach. The blows all struck within the
space of a second, shooting in so fast that I barely saw them land. I knew how
many had struck only by the muffled crack of their four separate impacts.
Immediately the kid backed out of range.

What had happened to Hutchence, however, was shocking. The blows had not
looked that hard. They were just jabs, dammit. But the security man's head and
whole body were rocked backward! He let out a surprised grunt of pain. Even
more startlingly, he no longer seemed quite so steady on his feet, and a thin
stream of blood had begun to run from a gash above his right eye.

'You may be bigger than me,' the girl said slowly. 'But I can make you squeal
like the hog you are.'

'Come here you little bitch!' Hutchence roared, lunging forward to swing a
massive haymaker in her direction.

'Too slow!' Brionn jeered, sending her body swaying back to let the swing cut
through the air above her. Straightening before the guard had the chance to
recover from the swing, she launched a right, a left and another heavy right
straight into his undefended head.

The harsh crack of each blow could be heard clearly through the pick-up mikes
- as could the deep grunts of pain from Hutchence as each punch hit home.
Again I was shocked at the power of the teenager's blows, and by the ability
of this barely one hundred pound girl to send a hundred and eighty pound man
staggering backward with just the strength in those long, muscular arms of
hers.

'Those were a fair bit harder, weren't they?' the girl said conversationally
as she stood watching him try to regain his sense of direction. 'Are you
feeling a bit dazed and off balance?"

Hutchence said nothing, raising his hands to his damaged face, which seemed to
be bleeding a lot more now. He flinched and groaned as his hands touched
bruised flesh.

"You see I like to start bozos off easy..." the girl went on, "..with a few
pat-a-cake punches. Then I heat it up. Kinda gives you a chance to give in
before I put in the really big ones.'

'Give in?' Hutchence roared, brushing the blood from his eye as he swung back
round to face her. 'Are you crazy!'

'Still think I'm too small to hurt you?' She flexed her arms again in front of
him. 'Well my arms are already strong enough to hit harder than a hell of a
lot of guys can. As for you - you're slow, you're fat, and you're so stupid
you don't even know when you're beat.'

With a roar of fury Hutchence launched himself forward once more. This time, I
was sure, the girl was really going to get it. But she was so much faster than
him. Dodging his clumsy attack with ease, she maneuvered herself just to the
right of him. Hutchence didn't even see her as she sent those big, muscular
arms of hers into action. And these were no jabs. What the teenager produced
now were solid, heavy punches, with all the uncoiling power of her long body
behind them. Two, four, six, eight, heavy blows seared in to her adversary's
head like grenade shells. I could hear the harsh crack through my monitor as
his head jerked violently back with each of those big blows. I could also hear
the increasingly loud grunts of pain each of those punches elicited.

My mouth fell open. You just don't expect a kid's blows to really hurt a fully
grown man. And this was a kid. She had muscular arms, but she was a kid...

But her blows were just so powerful. They sounded powerful, impacting with
hard, deep crumps, and drawing loud groans of pain.. They looked powerful,
jolting the security guard's whole body like a punch-bag. And they sent their
victim reeling backward, so off-balance that he was unable to gather himself
to fight back against the non-stop chain of blows. Her arms hit unbelievably
hard - striking with more weight than I'd seen most adult men do. So heavy, so
fast, so accurate, were her blows that I was glad it wasn't me on the
receiving end. A final crashing blow sent the larger man staggering a full
five paces backward, falling momentarily out of my shot.

I swung the camera back round onto Hutchence, and was shocked by what those
punches had done to him. He was almost unrecognisable. His nose was broken and
shapeless, his right cheekbone caved-in. At least two teeth were missing. His
eye, lip and cheekbone were streaming blood. His whole face was a mass of cuts
and bruises, already beginning to darken and swell. How could a girl have done
this to him?

All the same, I expected him to strike back, to get in that one big shot that
must be all that was necessary to take the kid down. But to my alarm, he
looked totally disorientated. He moved forward, but he was stumbling, almost
drunkenly - as if this kid's punches had really hurt him.

The girl's face was a smirk of triumph as she made another double bicep in
front of him.

'Thought you could beat up the little girl, did you?' she said. 'Now you've
learnt different. I haven't time to teach you too many more lessons, so I'll
make this quick.'

Even now I looked on in disbelief as she stepped forward and unloaded five
collossal punches into the sitting-duck security guard. I watched her swing
the huge blows in one after the other, her muscular arms generating
astonishing power.

Hutchence's whole body buckled beneath the punches as they went to stomach,
jaw and ribs. Each one drove the larger man a couple of steps further
backward. The final blow crashed into the side of his jaw sending him spinning
to he ground.

"I warned you what would happen." The girl's mother chided beside me.
"Brionn's very strong, and very stubborn. If I were you, I'd try to reason
with her, try to pursuade her to change her mind. Otherwise you won't be able
to stop her."

I'll stop her. I'll not plead with a kid." I turned back to the monitor to see
the girl step over the unmoving body of Hutchence. He was out cold. I could
hardly believe it. This girl had knocked him stone cold unconscious, and he
didn't look like he was going to come round for some while. I watched her walk
to the rooftop door that led to the stairway to the main building. If she
thought she was getting out that way she was mistaken.

"That doorway's always kept locked," I said, looking down at the four security
guards now making their way up the ladder towards her.

With a smile I watched the girl try the door and discover there was no other
way off the roof. But her expression didn't change. Stepping back a pace, she
turned, and her long leg lashed out to drive her foot into the inch-thick
wood. There was a tearing, cracking sound that echoed across the courtyards
below. And where her foot had struck the door was visibly buckled and badly
damaged. Her face showed a brief flicker of annoyance that the door had not
caved in with her first shot. Again her leg struck out, this time producing an
even louder crash - and the damaged door flew to pieces as her heel smashed
through it. In a fraction of a second, nothing was left of the solid timber
door but three inches of shattered wood hanging from two twisted hinges. Not
even pausing to examine her handiwork, the girl passed through into the
building.

"Hurry! Catch her!" I yelled to the pursuing guards through the microphone as
I changed cameras to follow her down the stairwell and out into the central
area. I bellowed orders over the PA, directing the six securitymen to converge
on the courtyard.

Again the girl had trapped herself. There was a twelve foot high security
fence separating her from the inner core of the facility - and no other way
out. She ran when she saw the six men behind her. She ran very fast, but in
the end it would be hopeless. I watched as she ran along the high fence,
looking for an exit. She was fast. None of the guards could keep up with her
as she dodged between packing cases, but soon she was cornered, the high fence
behind her, the guards in front.

Looking round her, she spotted one of the twenty foot high lights that
illumined the courtyard and ran for it. One of the guards intercepted her, but
her foot lashed up into his stomach, sending him stumbling backward, doubled
over in pain she leapt for the pole, her right hand clamping round the smooth
steel shaft that held the arc-lights, and gripping hard. The guards watched,
astonished, unable to interfere, as again her strong arms pulled her upward,
hand-over-hand up the sheer steel pole. Her grip had to be immensely strong to
support her weight on the smooth metal pole as her arms chinned her upward.
Once level with the top of the fence, she leapt across the three foot gap,
grasping the top of the steel fence, and lowering herself down the other side.

Furious I barked orders to the securitymen to get into the inner compound, but
that would take precious minutes. I scanned the camera banks until I caught up
with the girl again, running between two testing-sheds. She hesitated, not
knowing where she was headed in the semi-darkness. That was when Starkey
appeared abruptly in front of her.

"Now I've got you." he said.

The girl went through none of the preliminaries she had with Hutchence. She
simply shot forth her long arm and hit Starkey in the mouth. The speed and
force of the blow took Starkey totally by surprise, sending him crashing back
into the near wall. He hit hard then stumbled forward, blood pouring from his
mouth.

Shocked and furious, he launched himself at his assailant, simply to walk into
six more huge punches from the girl. I winced as I watched those punishing
blows go in, still astonished at how amazingly powerful this girl's arms were.

The blows tore into Starkey's face, chest and stomach, their impacts echoing
around the surrounding buildings. Again the blows came so hard and so fast
that Starkey had no chance to fight back or offer any resistance to the girl
at all. All that came from the securityman were increasingly loud groans as
each horrifically powerful blow landed, clear evidence of the severe damage
they were doing to his body. Having delivered her six punches, the girl
stepped back two paces to admire her handiwork.

Apart from one eye closed and swollen, and a few darkening bruises, Starkey
didn't look too much different. Blood still poured from his face, but it was
not the total mess that Hutchence's had been. It was his bowed stance and his
stiff and staggered movements that revealed just how much damage those six
punches had done.

"Had enough?" the girl asked.

Starkey answered by coming forward again. Brionn shook her head and just stood
her ground, unleashing six more huge punches that seemed even more powerful
than the last. I watched, transfixed. Did this girl never weaken? In fact she
seemed to be trying to make each of her punches an order of magnitude harder
than the one before it.

All the punches went into Starkey's body, but that didn't help him in the
least. This girl could hit hard enough to do real damage wherever she hit. The
first four produced deep groans of pain as they powered into his chest and
solar plexus. The last two produced even louder bellows as they doubled him up
and drove him back into the wall. After delivering the sixth, Brionn stepped
back once more, breathing deeply.

Starkey remained standing for one moment, then stumbled to one knee. For a
moment I thought he was going to pass out altogether, but he managed to stay
upright. He was bent slightly over and to the left, his left arm cradling his
lower ribs as if one or more of them had been broken. Every movement looked
slow and painful.

"Don't try to touch me again," the girl said, her fists clenched tight. "Now
what I want from you is some information, what animals do you have here, and
where are they kept?"

"Don't tell her." my voice crackled over the speakers.

"You'll tell me," Brionn said, "or I'll give you another six like you've just
had. Do you want to go for that? I'm just in the right mood."

"No!" Starkey raised a hand. "You've already broken four of my ribs. Please
don't hit me any more!"

"Then tell me what I want to know."

"No!" I shouted, too late.

"There are two dolphins in the main tank," Starkey pointed past her.

"Show me."

"Over there, where the blue gates are."

"How do I release them?"

"Tell her any more and you're fired!" I screamed.

Starkey didn't seem to hear me. "You have to switch on the motor that opens
the sea gates..."

"Okay," said Brionn, unclenching her fists. "Stay here and don't move a muscle
till the medics get to you." With that she ran towards the building that
housed the main tank.

Where were the rest of the security staff? "Can't somebody take her?" I
screamed. I was being totally outmaneuvered and outfought by this 14-year- old
girl.

The large blue doors were bolted fast. But next to them was the smaller door
to the control-room that overlooked the inner tanks. Not even coming to a
halt, the girl raised her right foot and crashed it into the control- room
door. The door splintered like matchwood, slamming open before her powerful
leg. She made her way in. But at last two of the securitymen had caught up
with her, running into the tiny linking room behind her.

At last, I relaxed. Here were two guards together. They had more than enough
power to take her down. Her run of good luck was over. I didn't have a camera
in the small control room, so I couldn't see exactly what was taking place,
but I could hear the fierce sound of blows landing and muffled grunts of pain.

"Good work!" I encouraged over the PA system, switching cameras to an inside
view of the tank room. "Bring her out into the main room where I can see her,"
I focussed the camera on the control-room door, waiting for them to emerge. I
was surprised that it was taking the two men so long to overpower the kid. She
must be putting up more of a struggle than I expected. The deep impact of
blows continued to echo from the inner room, and in fact seemed to grow
louder. I also heard occasional heavy crashes of the sort that might have been
made by a body being smashed into furniture or the wooden guardroom walls.

Then at last the door opened wider, and one of the two security guards
emerged. In fact he came out at some speed. And something was wrong. His face
was covered in blood. In fact he looked almost as badly beaten-up as Hutchence
had been. The girl had put up a good fight to be sure...

Then the second guardsman tumbled out of the doorway. To my horror, he looked
worse than the first. He could barely stay on his feet, his face so misshapen
it was painful to look at. He staggered four steps then fell to his knees
before slumping to the ground. I gasped.

"Where's the girl?" I demanded. "Bring her out with you."

Before I'd finished speaking, Brionn emerged from the inner room. There was a
slight bruising on her left cheek, but otherwise she looked totally unharmed.
Surely she hadn't got the better of both guards? She couldn't have...

But only one of the guards was still upright. Brionn took two crisp steps
toward him and shot two massive punches into his head and upper body. The
power of those two blows sent him hurtling to the concrete floor, where he
lay, moaning.

"Are you going to swing for me again?" Brionn said calmly.

"No. No." The man pleaded. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tried anything. I'll do
whatever you want..."

"Good," said Brionn. "I want you to open the gates to that tank over there."
She pointed to the main tank in which the two dolphins were held.

"But I can't..."

Brionn climbed up onto a platform where she could see into the tank. "Open the
gates now," she said. "If I come back down, you'll be really sorry."

The securityman got slowly to his feet and went to operate the motor that
opened the sea-gates.

Brionn didn't even look at him as he pressed the button that set the sea-
gates slowly swinging open to link the holding-tank with the bay. I watched
helplessly on my monitor as our two dolphins swam out into the sea.

"Get that bitch!" I screamed over the PA to the remaining guards. "I don't
care what you have to do, but I want that girl to pay..."

That was when the mother hit me.

I don't remember a lot after that. When I came round, both mother and daughter
had gone. Somehow Brionn evaded the four remaining security guards and got
away. Well she evaded three of them, the fourth is still in hospital.

In all, seven of my security staff spent lengthy periods in hospital following
the incident. I never found out where either came from, but I decided to give
up testing chemicals on animals after that..