Vice Girls Finish Last, Part II
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
An epic free-for-all with guest stars galore in the City of Angels.


This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real persons is only a figment of
your imaginations. Let's face it, we all wish these babes were real! Anyway,
they're not, so go take a nice cold shower.

BABES IN SPYLAND XVII:

VICE GIRLS FINISH LAST

Part II

(c) 2001 Autolycus

Here's the deal: This is a scene from a work-in-progress about a genetically
altered female who is not only a perfect physical specimen, but also has
psychic abilities. She was created by the US government to be the ultimate
espionage agent, although her creator/father, the late Dr. Smitrovich, didn't
know that at the time. She was seized by an ultra-secret anti-terrorist
government agency, the Aegis Group, and (ultimately, but against her will)
trained in the martial arts and other forms of combat, although she refuses to
kill anybody. The new head of the AG, Major General Margaret Holm, basically
approves of her methods, and certainly has no complaints about her record, but
is determined to make her part of the team nonetheless. By the way, her name
is Jessica Chance and this is her encounter with a fabulously popular all-girl
band called The Vice Girls and its rather infamous manager, not to mention
some of Sun City's luminaries.

What has gone before:

Jessica and Kallista Blackhart have gone to LA to track down Dr. Koyuki
Takagashi and take her into custody, hopefully before the arrival of Japanese
law enforcement agents. But when Jessi arrives in LA she learns that Simone
Stallion has been attacked and fears that her friend Lupe Bacalao was
responsible since the attack took place on the first night of the full moon.
Despite Kallista's objections she goes to the hospital to see what she can do,
leaving the blonde agent on her own.

Kallista subsequently gets a tip that Zaynah, Lilith Kahira's chauffeur, might
have picked up Koyuki from the airport and confronts both Lilith and the Arab
Amazon, but comes no closer to locating Dr. Takagashi. A visit to Lilith's
home proves equally violent and fruitless when the Asian and the Egyptian use
a device to hypnotize four female gang members and have them try to kill
Kallista. After two of the gang-bangers end up killing their two sisters, the
blonde agent escapes and Koyuki gives Zaynah several special transmitters to
place around the city in order to demonstrate their effectiveness to Lilith.

Meanwhile, the two detectives responsible for bringing the majority of
Takagashi's fujinjas to justice, Asami Komatsu and Reiko Miyazawa, are
preparing for their final assault on the hideout of the remaining members of
the murderous female ninjas. During an exercise, however, three officers are
killed and two others kidnapped by the fujinjas, changing the complexion of
the planned raid on their hideout and forcing the two women to alter their
tactics from assault to rescue.

And finally, NightFox and Raven have their hands full dealing with the kids
who have been affected by Koyuki's transmitters. The pair are checking out the
remains of a mall and have just discovered one of the transmitters when the
super heroine senses the arrival of a new being to this plane of reality: That
of her arch-nemesis, and Lilith's patron Goddess, the evil Sakhmet.

For Giordano

Lilith and Koyuki were seated at a long table in the Egyptian's enormous
dining hall, which, like the rest of her mansion, was decorated in the classic
style of her homeland. They had just finished a fine meal and were enjoying
some champagne while discussing their upcoming enterprise when Koyuki's dark
eyes suddenly grew big as saucers and a strangled cry bubbled in her throat.
She staggered up and out of her chair, her wild eyes fixed on something
directly behind her hostess, and finally managed to let out an ear-piercing
scream of terror.

Lil turned just in time to see what can only be described as a tear in the
very fabric of reality closing behind a female figure with the snarling head
of a lioness.

"Whoops! I must have my game face on," the figure said as the big cat's
features melted to become those of a beautiful, but nevertheless cruel-visaged
woman. "Better?" She had a solid body the color of ancient dust that looked as
if it had been carved from granite, except for the way she moved, lithe and
supple, like the cat whose head she had sported only moments ago. Her clothing
had originally been armor, not unlike that seen in many of the murals that
adorned the mansion's walls, but with the altering of her it head had become a
more modern two-piece beige wrap around that left her deliciously muscled
belly uncovered.

"Goddess!" exclaimed Lilith, scrambling from her chair and falling face-down
on the floor, her arms extended towards the powerful being. "You grace my
humble home with your divine presence."

"I do, daughter," smiled Sakhmet. "Please, rise and tell your cowering friend
that she is in no danger. Indeed, it is because of her that I have exerted the
supreme energy necessary to manifest myself on this plane of reality. Come
here, child, I won't bite you," the evil Goddess added with a purring chuckle.

Koyuki moved haltingly toward the figure, even though every fiber of her being
was telling to run in the opposite direction as fast as she could without
looking back. "G-G-Goddess?" stammered the Asian, somehow forcing herself to
not only remain standing but moving, albeit incredibly slowly, toward the
slightly glowing figure.

"This is Sakhmet, the Mighty One, the Lady of Pestilence, and my patron
Goddess. Goddess, this is Dr. Koyuki Takagashi," Lilith said, somewhat annoyed
by the fact that Sakhmet was interested in Koyuki, not to mention a bit
worried by her presence period.

"Tell me about your ingenious device, child," Sakhmet said with a malevolent
smile as she walked slowly over to a chair and seated herself in it. Only, as
soon as she made contact with it, the chair changed into a golden throne with
lioness-headed armrests and purple satin cushions on the seat and behind her
head.

Koyuki hesitantly approached and began telling the Goddess about her discovery
of the special radio frequency and its hypnotizing effect on adolescents and
Sakhmet's orange eyes seemed to light up from within and a disturbing smile
appeared on her cruel countenance as she nodded her understanding. "Brilliant,
child, absolutely brilliant," she purred when the Asian had finished. "Now,
tell me, daughter," the Goddess said, turning her withering gaze on Lilith,
"what is it that you plan to do with this power? Exactly."

"Among the many people I represent is a musical group that is wildly popular
with the children of the world," Lilith said proudly. "In a few days they will
be performing a show that will not only be personally witnessed by over 50,000
young people, but will be broadcast all over the world, including the special
frequency Koyuki discovered."

"A most excellent plan, my daughter," nodded Sakhmet sagely. "But what exactly
are you going to do with that frequency? What instructions will you transmit
to the children of the world?"

Lilith smiled broadly and replied, "To purchase all of the products my
companies produce, Goddess. And not just the items related to the musical
group, no, indeed. I will command the little brats to buy everything Kahira
Industries, Inc. makes!"

Sakhmet bared her teeth, but it was clear she was not pleased. "I have given
you riches beyond the wildest dreams of the mightiest pharaohs of our land,
enough to make you the most powerful woman who ever lived, and what do you do
with it? Merely acquire more wealth!" the Goddess spat. "When are you going to
use this fortune to further my cause, daughter? When will you bring the world
to heel under my authority? When will you have enough money to satisfy you?"
Lilith opened her mouth to speak, but Sakhmet cut her off angrily, "Never! I
can see that now. Apparently, I have wasted my time cultivating you and
bestowing the supreme honor of being my High Priestess on you since all you're
interested in is wealth for wealth's sake. You should have been amassing
armies, corrupting important government officials, equipping the radicals of
the world with superior firepower so they would be ready to help us when the
time was right. But what have you done with your money and influence? Promote
performers and artists and sell cheap trinkets to the masses!" Sakhmet
shouted, pounding her fists against the throne's armrests so hard that the
sound echoed throughout the mansion like a thunderclap.

"Goddess, I..." Lilith began, but the words died in her mouth when she saw the
expression on the Goddess' face.

"But, do not despair, daughter, there is still time to put all your wealth to
good use and to alter your greedy plan to one more profitable to my way of
thinking," Sakhmet purred. "In other words, my daughter, I will not destroy
you just yet."

Lilith just stood there before her, too frightened even to tremble.

As if to break the tension of the scene, the door chime suddenly sounded and a
few moments later a dusky-skinned woman followed by a dozen figures in dark
robes entered the dining hall and congregated in front of Sakhmet and bowed
before her, chanting her praises in the tongue of the ancient pharaohs.

"Farrah! What's the meaning of this, Goddess?" Lilith asked in a tone that was
dangerously close to demanding.

"This is a very big and very important operation, daughter, I thought you
might appreciate the aid of Priestess Farrah and her followers. Next to you,
Lilith, she is my favorite and most loyal minion," Sakhmet added, enjoying the
flicker of annoyance that crossed Lil's face when she was reminded of her
place in regards to the Goddess. "I trust you have no objections, do you,
daughter?"

"Of course not, Goddess," Lilith replied stoically, her tiny fists
nevertheless clenched in fury.

"I thought not. Also, I think it best if Priestess Farrah and her entourage
stay here until this concert is over. Kindly make whatever arrangements you
need to with your servants to insure that their every need is seen to."

"Right away, Goddess," replied Lilith, bowing slightly and then stalking from
the room, but not before fixing her new guest with a murderous glare that the
other woman smilingly ignored.

"Now, Priestess Farrah, I will fill you and your followers in on the plan..."
Sakhmet began as Koyuki rushed after Lilith.

"What's the story with the new chick?" she asked, falling into step beside the
outraged Egyptian.

"Her name is Farrah Yahtariq and she's a strictly star-powered divorce lawyer
when she isn't bedding anything with a pulse, and more than likely a few
things without them, if you know what I mean," the Egyptian replied with a
scowl.

"Um, no, I don't," the Asian confessed as the pair continued through the
enormous mansion.

"Demons and the undead, Koyuki," Lil said with disdain. "Rumor has it she's
got a thing for them."

"That's disgusting!" agreed Koyuki, although her expression betrayed at least
a passing curiosity.

"Tell me about it. Anyway, she's been gunning for my position ever since we
met at a, let's just call it a religious function and leave it at that, a few
years ago and it looks like she's going to get her chance at it unless I back
up whatever Sakhmet's got in mind for your device," Lilith said.

"Any idea what that might be?" Koyuki asked.

"Oh, yeah, I've got a very good idea what it might be, which is the problem,
since I'm not sure I can go along with the murders of untold thousands, quite
possibly millions, of kids," Lilith sighed as they entered the kitchen and she
informed the staff that there would be thirteen more mouths to feed for the
next few days. One of the cooks crossed himself and muttered "unlucky
thirteen" and Lilith gave a barking laugh in agreement. "You don't know the
half of it, Jean-Philippe."

* * * * *

As NightFox and Raven made their way out of the ruined mall, the sidekick
asked, "So, what's the plan? What are you gonna do with that gizmo?"

"Neither I nor Vixen am an expert with electronics..." the Goddess replied,
looking hopefully at her partner.

"I just buy the stuff, babe, I don't have a clue how any of it works," Raven
said.

"I was afraid of that." NightFox sighed. "That leaves us with only one option,
I'm afraid. One that I hesitate to use for a whole host of reasons, but will
do so nevertheless."

"What option are you talking about?" Raven asked as the pair climbed onto
their motorcycles. "What are you gonna do with that thing?"

"Take it to Chief Daniels at Vastiff and see what she and her people make of
it," the super heroine replied.

"I hope you know what you're doing," muttered Raven as they roared off into
the night.

So do I, echoed Vixen inside Eri's head.

They arrived at the corporate headquarters of Vastiff Incorporated a little
while later and informed the guard at the front gate that they wished to see
Chief Daniels on a matter of some urgency. After a brief conversation with the
security head, the guard let them through and a few minutes later they met
Nola Daniels in the main lobby.

"I didn't expect to see you two again so soon," she said, shaking their hands.
Nola Daniels was an attractive woman in her mid-forties but she looked even
younger thanks to a vigorous work-out regimen that kept her body as fit and
trim as it had been when she was twenty years younger. She had russet hair and
green eyes, which betrayed her Scottish ancestry, and lips that always seemed
to be on the verge of pursing thoughtfully but never quite did. "What's this
urgent matter you had to see me about?"

NightFox held out the transmitter she'd found at the mall. "I think this is
what's behind the kids in the area going nuts," she said. "I want you to
analyze it and tell me what it is and how it's doing what it's doing."

"This little thing is making all the kids so violent?" Chief Daniels asked.
She took the small device and carefully examined it.

"I suspect there are others," NightFox said, frowning.

"I won't have any answers until tomorrow. How do I get in touch with you?"
Nola asked, her green eyes never leaving the strange object.

"You don't. We'll stop by tomorrow night to see what you've found out. Oh, and
I'd keep that away from any teenagers if I were you," the super heroine added
as she and Raven turned to leave.

Nola mumbled something and walked off gazing intently at the transmitter.

"What makes you think you can trust her?" Raven asked as they headed back to
their motorcycles.

"I don't. Not exactly. But I do trust her curious nature and besides, who else
do we know that has the resources necessary to evaluate that thing?"

Raven scowled but said nothing further as they headed back to town to help the
police get things under control.

* * * * *

Jackson Hill, better known as J-Dog to the people on the streets, not to
mention the police, walked into the deserted antique shop his gang, The Dires,
used for their partying and stopped so abruptly that the half-dozen
gang-bangers following him practically ran into his back. As it was, they all
pulled their guns and looked anxiously around the dim interior of the shop,
searching for whatever had caused their leader to pull up so short.

Then they saw the two dead girls.

And next to them the other female members of their gang, two of who appeared
to have been in a fight of some kind, judging from the bloodstains on their
flesh and clothing. All of the girls were apparently just waking up, as they
seemed disoriented and dazed.

"What the fuck happened to Lil' Bit and Honey?" he demanded, grabbing one of
the bloody girls by the hair and forcing her to look at her dead sister
members.

"I-I don't know, baby!" the girl stammered. "Last time I saw them we was all
just kickin' it after last night's partying. You know we was up real late last
night with y'all, and you know how much we par-tayed."

"I don't need no reminders about that, Naquisha," J-Dog agreed, releasing her
hair and cupping her chin with his hand. "But that don't explain how two of
our sisters got whacked in our crib, bitch!" He slid his fingers down to her
neck and closed his hand painfully on her throat. "Does it?"

"I'm not sure the sisters got dropped here, Dog," said one of the male
members, a skinny man who went by the name Furious D, kneeling next to their
bodies.

"What are you talking about, D?" J-Dog released Naquisha, who sank to her
knees massaging her sore neck, and turned to the man instead.

"No blood, J. If they was done here they'd be blood all over the place from
the size of these bullet holes, but there ain't none," Furious D explained.

"God damn, boy! Maybe you should think about becoming a dee-tective, what with
all that dee-ductive reasoning and shit you just laid on us," Jackson said
with a harsh laugh. "Just to show all of you that D here ain't the only
brother can use his brains, I want you all to hit the streets and find out
what the fuck happened to our sisters. Someone must have seen something and I
don't care how you find out who did this just so long as we know by morning.
Got it?"

They nodded and got up to leave, but he stopped Naquisha and the other girl
whose clothing and flesh were spattered with blood. "Not you two. You both
know something you're not telling me and I mean to find out what it is," he
said, pulling his gun from his waistband and caressing their cheeks.

"I don't know nothing, baby!" Naquisha insisted fearfully. "I told you that!"

"What about you, Tanisha? You know what happened to Lil' Bit and Honey? Or how
you got blood all over you?" J-Dog asked, shoving the muzzle of the gun into
her cheek hard enough to cause her to wince.

"I don't know, J! It's like the home-girl said: We was asleep until you and
the boys busted in," the girl replied.

Jackson raised the gun as if to strike her across the face and then let out a
loud grunt and shoved it back in his pants instead. "All right. But if I find
out you two is lying to me I'll pop a cap in both your sorry asses. Now get
out there and find out what happened and don't come back until you've got the
411, got it?"

Both girls nodded vigorously and then hurried from the shop.

"What's the plan, leader man?" asked the only other occupant in the store,
Tyson Long, AKA, T-Bone, his lieutenant and childhood friend.

"You and I are gonna check with the Scarlet Klowns and the other gangs and see
if any of their peeps have been taken out in the past two four," J-Dog
replied.

"I just love social calls," said Tyson with a sour grin.

* * * * *

As Kallista sped away from Lilith's mansion she called the hotel to see if
Jessica had returned only to discover that the redhead hadn't checked in or
left her so much as a message. Suppressing a snarl more of frustration than
concern, the blonde punched the gas, causing her powder blue Volkswagen Beetle
to practically leap off the road as it flew across a crowded intersection.
Blackhart's brown eyes narrowed when she spotted a pair of neon figures in her
rearview mirror and the blonde spun the wheel madly, narrowly missing several
screeching cars, and hurtled into the parking lot of the building with the
intriguing sign.

"Mortal Fembat," she mused, climbing out of her car and adjusting her hair.
"Sounds promising. I just hope the inside is more exciting."

While the outside of the club was indeed as plain as a brown paper bag, the
inside more than made up for it. There were neon lights everywhere and
Kallista squinted as she entered and paid the $10 cover charge. The club's
interior was dominated by a standard 20' x 20' boxing/wrestling ring with red,
white, and blue ropes and the tables were arranged so that they surrounded the
ring on three sides, affording everyone a relatively open view of the action.
The bar was set against the back wall, next to the door to the dressing rooms,
keeping it well out of the way and also providing a barrier to prevent patrons
from easily accessing the fighters while they prepared. There was a clear path
from the changing rooms to the ring.

The blonde made her way to the bar and ordered a shot of Stoli's on ice from
the attractive woman serving drinks and then, ignoring the leering of a
greasy, muscle-bound man standing next to the entrance to the dressing rooms,
she settled her back against the bar and watched the action in the ring. Two
well-built, if not overtly muscular, topless women were putting on a good
show, flipping each other around the mat and landing the occasional punch to
the tummy or chest to the delight of the mostly male crowd. Kallista could see
that it was more of an exhibition than an actual match and she quickly grew
bored, turning her attention instead to the onlookers, hoping to spot someone
who could help her relieve the incredible sexual tension she felt after her
all-too brief battle with Kahira's chauffeur. But the men were all more than
half-drunk and none of them were paying any attention to her, their complete
attention being fixed on the wrestling match. The half-dozen female patrons
were also transfixed by the action in the ring...except for a pixyish woman
with short brown hair who seemed bored as she sipped nonchalantly at her
brightly colored drink.

More curious than outright interested in the woman, Kallista made her way over
and asked, "Mind if I join you?"

"You want a better view of the action?" the woman inquired.

"I want a better view," Kall said, sliding into an empty chair at her table,
"but not of what's going on in the ring." Her dark eyes glittered
mischievously and she took a long, slow sip of her drink.

The smaller woman gave her a strange look and then laughed haltingly. "I'm
flattered, I think, but I'm also not interested," she replied, shaking her
head.

"Really? You're here, alone, and obviously not a big fan of ring sports,"
Kallista pointed out. "Why else would you be here if you weren't trolling?"

"Because I'm the girlfriend of one of the fighters," the brunette replied, her
voice reinforcing the annoyance in her blue eyes.

"One of those two?" asked the blonde, gesturing to where one girl had backed
the other into a corner and was pounding away on her stomach and tits with
what looked like more than staged power and intensity.

"Nah, my girl's up next. Stick around, she's much better than either of those
two," she said nonchalantly. "Her name is Stacie and mine is Midge."

"Kallista," the agent nodded and watched the end of the match. "Who are they?"

Midge glanced over her shoulder and said, "The taller one currently getting
her tits flattened is Leslie Flaherty, stage name 'Irish Rose'. The Asian
doing the pounding is Kuri Nakatomi, who goes by the name 'Little Dragon'.
They're both all right, but not in Stacie's league. Not by a long shot."

"Oh? You don't really strike me as a fan of the sport," Kall observed, nodding
approvingly as Kuri switched tactics and began ramming her knee up into
Leslie's lower belly.

"Sport?" snorted Midge. "This is more about exploitation of the female form
than exhibition of any physical prowess. I wouldn't call it a sport."

Kallista smiled. "But Stacie is above all that and does it for the thrill of
competition, right?"

"Touché," admitted Midge. In the ring, Leslie had regrouped and blocked a knee
to her groin while sending Kuri stumbling backwards by delivering a stiff
right to her face. "But Stacie is tougher than most of the talent in this
hole."

Kallista just smiled and watched the two fighters as she sipped at her drink.

Leslie advanced on the stunned Asian and kicked her deep in her gut, her bare
toes penetrating into the golden flesh just above her panties and causing Kuri
to fold over and grab her own knees to keep from pitching over onto her face.
As she gasped for breath, Leslie raised her face with a handful of dark hair
and punched her left breast, squarely on her erect nipple. Kuri stifled a
scream and Leslie hit her other tit in the same fashion and then pulled her
close and rammed her knee up between her legs with enough force to lift the
smaller woman's feet completely off the mat. She would likely have fallen when
she landed if the bigger woman hadn't still had a firm grip on her hair. As it
was, she was left dangling from her hand like a drunken marionette and Leslie
paraded her around the ring to the cheers and whistles of the crowd before
scooping her up and slamming her hard onto the mat.

Kuri bounced and flipped over so she landed on her stomach and Leslie stomped
the small of her back and then grabbed her ankles and began to swing her
around and around, finally releasing her so that she flew into the corner
turnbuckle. The little Asian valiantly tried to get to her feet before Leslie
reached her, but she only made it to her knees. The bigger woman leveled a
kick into her kidneys and hauled her to her feet by her hair. She smashed her
face into the turnbuckle several times before spinning her around and chopping
her across the throat. Kuri gagged and gasped as she struggled for breath but
Leslie wasn't about to let up now. She reached around the Asian and grabbed
the ring post and then used it to pull her shoulder deep into Kuri's chest and
belly over and over until the smaller woman passed out and collapsed across
her back.

Then, to the cheering of the crowd, she lifted the unconscious woman up and
onto her shoulder in a fireman carry and marched her around the ring, slapping
her ass and playing it up to the audience for all she was worth. Finally, if
not mercifully, she tossed Kuri onto her back and then stood with her foot
planted firmly on the smaller woman's bruised tits and raised her arms in
victory.

"Wasn't that a great battle?" called out a very tall and very muscular black
woman as she climbed up on the ring apron and stepped over the top rope and
into the ring. "Let's hear it for Irish Rose!" She then held up the victrix'
arm and the crowd roared out its approval. "And how about some love for Little
Dragon? She gave it everything she had just for you!" She reached down and
helped a still very much out of it Kuri to her feet and the applause only grew
louder.

"Who's the Amazon?" Kall asked Midge.

"That's Mandze, the manager. Trust me, you do not want to mess with her. She
is as mean as she looks," Midge whispered. "I saw her take apart a quartet of
bad boys one night without so much as mussing up her hair."

"With those corn rows, that's not saying much," Kall replied with a smirk, her
eyes never leaving the only woman left in the ring. Mandze was tall, well over
six feet, with a beautifully sculpted upper body and a pair of firm,
melon-sized breasts that threatened to burst out of her sports bra when she
took a deep breath. Her skin was the color of creamy milk chocolate and her
eyes were an almost neon shade of green. She had a slender waist that was
nevertheless crammed full of the hardest set of six-pack abdominals that the
blonde agent had ever seen. Her wide hips melted into a pair of thighs that
were so starkly defined they looked like an ancient sculpture's work. And then
there were her calves. It looked as if someone had taken two footballs and
glued them to the backside of her legs.

"You're drooling," said Midge quietly, but Kallista seemed not to hear her.

"And now our final bout of the evening," Mandze called out, snapping Kall out
of her daze. "First, the blonde bombshell known simply as Delight!" The crowd
went nuts as a blonde with big hair and even bigger tits strutted out of the
back and into the crowd, shaking her chest in the faces of men and women alike
before slowly climbing into the ring in such a way as to give them all a long,
lingering look at her tight ass. "And her opponent, and our Mortal Fembat club
champion, 'Spicy' Stacie Simpson!" Kall would have thought it impossible for
the audience to get any louder, but she was practically deafened by the
response as a solidly built brunette with a nice rack strutted down the aisle.
Stacie went straight to where Kall and Midge were sitting and rubbed her
generous assets in the smaller woman's face, all the time glaring at the
blonde like a bitch guarding a meaty bone. Stacie then moved throughout the
crowd, shaking her tits and sitting on the lap of one obviously delighted man
and grinding her ass away as she placed the lucky audience member's hands on
her tits and made him rub them. After a minute she bounced up and into the
ring, likewise showing her rounded butt off to the appreciative crowd. "This
will be our standard match with no rules and no time limit. The only way to
win is by submission or knockout. But, in order for the title to change hands,
Delight must render Triple S unconscious. Good luck to both of you." Mandze
climbed out of the ring and a bell sounded, signaling the start of the
contest.

Both women approached each other, Delight's arms raised for a classic test of
strength challenge. But instead of accepting the challenge, Stacie kicked the
blonde low in the gut and she dropped her to her knees, gasping for breath.
"On your feet, bimbo," the brunette snarled, hauling her up with a handful of
hair. She planted a hard kiss on the quivering lips of the blonde and then
drove her knee up and between her legs, causing everyone in the audience to
let out an audible groan as Delight's hands went to her injured sex to block
any further attacks. But Stacie had other targets in mind. She dragged the
dazed blonde over to the corner nearest Midge's table and began mercilessly
pounding away on her tits, glaring at Kallista the whole time.

"It's too bad her opponent is blonde," remarked Kall, leaning close to Midge
and blowing a kiss at Stacie.

Stacie growled and stepped in close and started turning Delight's insides to
mush with hard, deliberate shots to her solar plexus that left her choking as
she tried desperately to suck in air.

"Delight and Stacie don't get along at the best of times, but you're probably
right about her looking a bit too much like you for her own good right now,"
Midge nodded, wincing when the punches lowered even more, sinking into the
supple flesh just above the battered blonde's thong panties.

"I-I-I give," Delight sputtered out as she attempted to stand up but only
managed to lean into Stacie.

Stacie ignored her submission and instead placed both feet in the bruised and
beaten gut of the blonde and then fell to her back, launching the barely
conscious woman over and into the center of the ring. Delight belly-flopped so
hard she bounced up and over onto her back. She was clearly unable to offer
any resistance, let alone any sort of offense, as Stacie purposefully got up
and walked over to her. The brunette reached down and literally dragged her to
her knees by her sweaty blonde locks and then savagely kicked her between the
legs. Delight opened her mouth in a silent scream and then her whole body went
limp as she simply passed out from the pain.

Mandze started to climb into the ring but Stacie snarled and grabbed both of
Delight's ankles and began to swing the unconscious woman around in circles,
faster and faster, the body rising higher and higher off the mat as the
audience looked on in stunned silence. Then, she let go and Delight sailed
over the top rope and landed with a dull thud on the floor at Kallista's feet.

The blonde agent casually stretched her legs out and, crossing her ankles,
rested her feet on the broken blonde's ass as she looked straight into
Stacie's eyes and ever-so-slightly nodded her head.

Mandze began her end of the night spiel, but Stacie cut her off angrily.

"You think you can take me, bitch?" she screamed at Kallista. "Then let's go.
Right here. Right now. To the knock-out!"

"Gee, why not to the death?" sighed Midge disgustedly as she knelt down to
make sure Delight was still breathing.

"Fine by me, sweetheart," smiled Kallista wickedly, leaving both Midge and
Stacie unsure whom she was answering. "But, seeing as how you've just been
through a grueling match and you're probably all tuckered out, I'll give you a
sporting chance and tie both hands behind my back."

Stacie let out a loud laugh and shrugged. "It's your funeral, bitch."

"Hold on, Miss..." began Mandze.

"Call me Kallista, sugar," grinned the blonde seductively as she climbed into
the ring.

"You can't just fight one of our girls in here. You'll have to sign a waiver
absolving the club of all liability in the event of your injury," the manager
said.

"In the certainty of her injury," Stacie spat.

"Fine. I'll sign whatever I have to to teach this sadistic slut a lesson in
honorable combat," Kall replied, slipping off her blouse and vest to the
delight of the audience. "But you might want to have little miss bitch here
sign a waiver absolving me of any liability when I beat her ass into the mat."

"Cindi!" the manager called. "Bring me one of the forms we have the locals
sign on grudge nights." The skinny bartender dashed into the back office and
returned a moment later with the document in question and a pen.

Kallista signed it without bothering to read it and then slipped off her boots
and her slacks, leaving her dressed only in a lacy red bra and panties.
"Here," she said, undoing the bra and handing it to Mandze with a playful
wink, "take this and tie my hands behind my back. And make sure it's tight."

Mandze shrugged and did as she had been instructed, binding the blonde's
wrists so tightly that the fabric of the bra's strap cut into the white flesh.

"Perfect," nodded Kall, testing the bond. "Whenever you're ready, skank."

Stacie grinned wolfishly and pounded her right fist into her left hand. "I'm
really gonna enjoy this," she chuckled, advancing and throwing a looping right
at Kall's head.

But Kallista ducked under the wild swing and rammed her head up and into the
bottom of Stacie's chin, stunning her. She then stepped back and, firmly
planting her left foot, drove her right heel deep into the brunette's gut,
sending her staggering backwards. Kall then ran forward and jumped up, wrapped
her lower legs around Stacie's neck and whipped her off her feet and into the
ropes. When the dizzy brunette bounced off the ropes she was met with a double
kick to the face that dropped her to her back.

"What were you saying about enjoying this, dear?" Kall asked mockingly as she
landed with both feet in the brunette's belly. She then dropped her ass onto
Stacie's considerable tits and brought her feet up, placing the right firmly
across her mouth and using the toes of her left to pinch off the winded
brunette's nose.

Stacie slowly came out of her stupor and then began to panic when she realized
she couldn't breathe. Fortunately for her, Kall had been unable to secure her
hands, so she was able to grab the toes of the blonde's left foot and bend
them back painfully, freeing her nose. At the same time she bit down hard on
the sole of the right foot, causing the blonde to yelp in pain and surprise
and jump up and off of her. The brunette scrambled to her feet, ready to take
it to the cocky blonde, only to be felled with a devastating heel kick that
slapped across her jaw and sent her spinning into the air before hitting the
mat like a landed fish, her body convulsing spasmodically upon impact. She
once more tried to climb to her feet, but this time a snap kick to her chin
sent her over onto her back and once more the blonde landed ass-first on her
belly, knocking the wind out of her.

This time, though, instead of trying to smother Stacie with her feet, she used
them to batter her tits, crushing them against her sternum and each other as
her simian toes pinched and pulled at her nipples like puppies playing with a
knotted sock. Stacie screamed in a mixture of rage and agony and brought her
hands up only to receive a solid kick in the teeth that had her seeing stars
and left her arms lying limply at her sides.

"Keep your hands to yourself this time, bitch," snarled Kall, kicking her
again for good measure before flipping around and smashing her right heel into
her belly and her left between her legs.

Stacie shrieked and sobbed out, "I give up. Please, no more."

Kallista smirked and stood up and Stacie let out a sigh of relief that
suddenly changed to a screech when the blonde reared back and kicked her
solidly between the legs so hard that she was sent scooting backwards a good
five feet, coming to rest near the ropes on the side of the ring nearest where
Midge looked on in a mixture of disgust and approval. Kall casually walked
over and onto the beaten brunette's stomach, bouncing up and down on it and
causing Stacie to groan loudly. She then jumped up and over her bound arms,
landing so that one foot was on each of the battered tits, bringing still
another scream from her vanquished foe. As she undid her hands with her teeth,
she placed the sole of her right foot over Stacie's mouth and used the toes of
that same foot to pinch her nostrils shut. By the time her hands were free,
Stacie was out cold.

The blonde removed her right foot and stood with her arms raised in victory,
her left foot still resting on Stacie's black and blue chest, as the crowd
stood up and whistled and clapped more loudly than before.

"You want a job here, sister, you've got it," said Mandze, stepping into the
ring. "You've got a real talent for mixing it up. Be a pity to waste it."

"Yeah, it would," nodded Kall as she put her bra back on. "So, thanks, but no
thanks. I've already got a job that suits me to a tee."

"Too bad. There are some unique perks to this job, honey," she added with a
grin.

"I'll bet. How's Delight?" the blonde asked Midge as she stepped down off the
ring apron.

"In better shape than Stacie," the brunette replied. "Thanks. She needed that
beating. Although, you could have gone a little easier on her love box."

"Just think of all the attention and nursing she'll need," replied Kall with a
wink.

"I am," Midge assured her, heading for her unconscious partner.

Kallista smiled and then accepted the congratulations from the crowd as they
swarmed around her. Though she had several tempting offers, she politely
refused all of them and when the place finally cleared out made her way to the
manager's office.

"Change your mind about the job?" Mandze asked hopefully, looking up from some
paperwork.

"Nope, but I'd like to hear about these 'perks' you mentioned," Kall replied,
running her tongue across her upper teeth.

"Oh, would you?" Mandze asked, rising from her chair and standing very close
to the blonde. Kall looked up at her, loving the way her face was framed
perfectly between her huge tits, and nodded. "I think that can be arranged."
The manager reached behind the blonde and pushed the door shut and locked it.

* * * * *

After a hard day of practice sessions, the Tokyo Special Forces Unit officers,
under the leadership of Inspectors Asami Komatsu and Reiko Miyazawa, and the
Office of Domestic Security agents, under the command of Special Agent
Toshihiro Shimada, were ready for the real thing. They had modified the
original assault plan to ensure the safety of the two Office of Domestic
Security agents being held by the fujinja, assuming they were still alive, to
include radio jamming equipment and a local blackout timed to coincide with
the raid. These precautions, added to the simultaneous elimination of all the
outer guards followed immediately by the tear gas, were the two ODS agents'
best chance for coming out of this alive. But even Rei and Sam reluctantly
admitted that it wasn't a very good one.

The sun was barely set when the SFU officers and the ODS agents arrived at the
killers' hideout, but they nevertheless waited until the sky was thick with
stars before making any moves. First, the anti-guard unit under Rei's command
moved out and stealthily approached the six hired thugs who kept watch outside
the hideout and were in constant radio communication with the fujinjas within.
Once all six guards had been targeted by a sniper, the signal was given for
the radio-jamming device to be switched on.

A few seconds later she saw the hand signal from one of her officers that
indicated all six guards were eliminated without any problems. "So far, so
good," said Rei with relief once the jamming device had been shut off and the
last of her officers had reported in and informed her that the targets had
indeed been taken out without any complications.

"Now it gets interesting," Sam replied into her headset as she and Shimada
ordered their teams into action.

The entire neighborhood suddenly went dark and the distinctive sound of gas
canisters being fired interrupted the stillness of the night. Then, the sound
of glass breaking and numerous feet charging in unison was heard and a moment
later a door was brutally smashed in. "We're too late, inspector!" cried one
of the officers, pointing to the bodies of the ODS agents tied securely to
chairs. Both women's throats had been brutally sliced open and from the way
the blood had already dried on their clothing, it was clear they had died many
hours ago.

"They never had a chance," Shimada said sadly, shaking his head and laying his
hand on Asami's shoulder.

"Search the house from top to bottom!" Sam barked into her headset. "Find
those four bitches and take them out!"

"Now you're talking!" Reiko said approvingly from her position outside the
house where she and her team were making sure no one slipped away in the
darkness.

As Sam and Toshi made their way through the dark, gas-clouded interior of the
hideout, two figures suddenly appeared in front of them. One was armed with a
spear known as a yari and the other wielded a set of nunchaku. Both were
female and wearing the tight-fitting black body suits of the fujinja, in
addition to gas masks and night vision goggles nearly identical to those worn
by the authorities, and neither spoke a word as they advanced.

Before either Sam or Toshi could get off a shot of their pistols, the weapons
had been knocked from their hands and they found themselves in furious combat
with the lethal lady ninjas. Sam dodged a thrust from the spear while Toshi
took a sharp blow on his forearm from the nunchaku that, while painful, was a
good deal less damaging than if it had struck his head as his opponent had
intended.

Shimada was about to request assistance when he heard the all-too-familiar
sound of a person gasping out in pain and taking their dying breath in his
headset. Before he could respond, he heard that same sequence of gruesome
sounds over and over and he knew that their entire force was being brutally
eliminated by the remaining two fujinjas. But he had no time to do anything
about that at the moment, not with the nunchaku whirling about his head and
smashing into his arms as he shielded his skull from their deadly impact.

Meanwhile, Asami had likewise heard the destruction of her people and only
hoped Rei and her team had heard it as well and would be ready when the two
came for them while she deflected a savage swipe at her throat so that it
merely grazed her armor-protected chest. She was more than a little startled
to see that the sharp edge of the spear had not only cut through the outer
material, but actually sheared a bit off the steel alloy beneath it; the
yari's tip was obviously not made of any kind of traditional metal. With that
knowledge, she redoubled her efforts to disarm her opponent, but still only
barely managed to avoid the deadly thrusts and jabs without ever being able to
lay so much as a finger on the weapon or its wielder.

Shimada suddenly fell when a strike made it through his defenses and banged
him sharply on the skull, tearing open his head and leaving a bloody, gaping
wound that revealed the white of his skull.

The fujinja nodded approvingly and then turned to where Sam was fending off
her sister fujinja with more success than the other would have thought
possible, even given the fact that her sister wasn't really trying to do more
than keep the SFU inspector occupied. A sudden sting caused her to look down
and she was surprised to see a trail of blood oozing from a hole in her chest.
She whirled around just in time to take a second bullet between the eyes.

As the fujinja fell Reiko fired off two more shots in rapid succession. The
first went through the second fujinja's throat and the second struck her in
the forehead and forced most of her brains out a neat hole in the back of her
head before she hit the ground.

"Are you all right?" Rei asked, rushing to where Sam had collapsed next to her
downed opponent.

"Just winded. Thanks," she replied with a grim smile. Then she noticed Toshi
lying in a pool of blood and scrambled over to him. "He's still alive, but he
won't be for long unless he gets some medical attention!" she said in reply to
Rei's questioning look.

She breathed a sigh of relief as Sam radioed for the med. team and then her
blood ran cold when she saw a pair of figures standing on the stairs leading
up to the attic. Sam caught her strange expression and turned to see the two
outlines as well. One of them held a kitana with a blade stained with blood,
the other a scarlet-smeared sickle on a chain. Neither said a word nor made
any attempt to escape. They just stood there, daring the officers to attack
them, taunting them to make some move toward them.

"Isako," said Sam softly, the hate making her voice harsh and grating.

Reiko snarled and fired off her entire clip but the bullets bounced harmlessly
off the sword's blade as the leader of the fujinjas expertly, and
effortlessly, blocked every last one of them with lightning reflexes.

Once the gun was empty, all four women simply stared at one another and,
although the fujinjas' faces were concealed by their traditional masks, there
was no mistaking the animosity that crackled between them like a live wire. As
soon as the medical team arrived and began to work on Shimada's dreadful
wound, Rei and Sam looked up only to see that the two women were gone. With a
muffled curse, they both sprang up and headed for the stairs.

As they cautiously climbed the steps, alert for an attack from above or below,
both women carefully reloaded their guns, although neither was sure the guns
would do them any good against the almost magical skills of the fujinja's
leader. Reaching the top of the steps, they cautiously looked about for some
sign of their quarry before actually entering the somewhat crowded attic, but
the many boxes and crates in the storage area made it difficult to see very
far, even with the night vision goggles. Both women held their guns at the
ready and then, on a silent signal, Rei scrambled up and over the nearest
boxes while Sam dove around them.

A sharp uppercut to her chin and a painful blow to her wrist caused Rei to
drop her gun as one of the fujinja, not the leader, but the other, struck out
of nowhere. Before Sam could swing around and get off a shot, she had likewise
been disarmed by a series of kicks to her head, throat, and forearm that left
her partially stunned, like her partner.

The fujinja calmly picked up the weapons and walked over to a bench where
Isako was adjusting the controls on some sort of device. "Thank you, Chiasa,"
her leader said in a voice that seemed familiar to the officers as she took
the guns and placed them next to the machine on the work table.

As both fujinjas turned to face the groggy officers, Rei and Sam noticed
something odd, something different, something disturbingly recognizable about
the two masked women's posture and the way they interacted with each other.
Even what little they could see of their faces, thanks to the masks that
covered the upper portion of their visages, was hauntingly familiar.

Noticing their puzzled expressions, Isako laughed and said, "I see you've
noticed. You two have been the most worthy of our numerous adversaries. It
will be almost a shame to end our competition."

"This may have been a game to you and your band of killers, Isako, but not to
us," Asami assured her, rising unsteadily to her feet.

"But you were right about it ending," Reiko snarled. "Only I don't think
you're gonna like our idea of sudden death."

She and Sam were about to charge the pair when the fujinjas removed their
masks and revealed their faces...Faces that looked exactly like those of the
two officers frozen with shock before them. And then it suddenly all made
sense. Their familiar postures and interaction, it was like a mirror image of
the way Sam and Rei moved and behaved.

"You'll never pull it off," Sam said, marveling at their doppelgangers.

"We will. As soon as we've disposed of you two, we briefly check in with your
commander and then it's off to America, where we'll rendezvous with US law
enforcement officials, take custody of Dr. Takagashi, and then disappear
forever," Isako explained with a smile. "Simple as that."

"Nothing is as simple as it looks on paper, bitch," Rei pointed out, still
reeling from how much the fujinja's leader looked and sounded like her
partner. "A million things could go wrong and it will only take one slip to
land you in jail or the morgue."

"Fair enough, but one thing is for certain," Isako grinned.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"We're going to live longer than you two," she replied, gesturing to where the
device behind her had begun slowly beeping. "In ten minutes this bomb will go
off, destroying any evidence of our existence. Your report will simply state
that Isako and Chiasa were killed in the blast and that you were able to
barely escape with your lives."

"You've thought of almost everything," Rei conceded.

"What do you mean 'almost everything'?" Chiasa demanded, looking and sounding
way more like Rei than should have been possible.

"Sam and I won't t be the ones here when that thing goes off."

"We'll see about that," Isako grunted. "Take off your clothes. Now!" She
picked up their guns and casually fired off a shot from each that struck the
floor just in front of both officers. The two quickly peeled off their gear
and then their uniforms until they stood wearing nothing but bras and panties.
"The underwear, too," Isako said with a leering wink at Chiasa.

Once both officers were naked, Chiasa calmly approached and gathered their
clothes. But as she was kneeling to pick them up, Sam suddenly kicked her in
the face and knocked her to her back. As she sprang on the startled fujinja,
Rei leaped at Isako and tackled her to the ground, sending the guns skittering
off into the darkness. Both pairs of combatants rolled over and over, with no
one able to maintain any sort of superior position for more than a few seconds
at a time. When the fujinjas both began digging their nails into the officers'
breasts and tearing at the sensitive flesh, Rei and Sam changed tactics and
ripped their opponents' clothing off, exposing their vulnerable tits and
leaving all four women naked as the day they were born.

Now eight hands were clasped tightly on eight breasts while eight knees and
eight feet battled to strike telling blows to the gut and crotch as the four
women continued to struggle furiously in the darkness. As they tumbled over
one another, it so happened that they switched fighting partners so that Asami
was now fighting Isako and Reiko was now battling Chiasa.

In other words, both officers were in heated combat with their exact doubles.

Hands firmly grasping their opponent's breasts, all four women strained to get
to their feet. Not only so they would have some advantage in employing their
legs, but also to end the battle more quickly, before the bomb went off. Once
on their feet, one of the Sam's released her hold on the other's breasts and
instead grabbed her hair and pulled her into a choking side headlock.

Meanwhile, one of the Rei's likewise relinquished her claw-like grip on her
double's tits and instead wrapped her arms around her in a crushing
breast-to-breast bear hug. As she poured on the pressure, threatening to break
her twin's back, the trapped Rei snaked her arms around her tormentress'
throat and head and began to squeeze and twist, trying to either snap her neck
or choke the life from her.

At about the same time, the Sam in the headlock reached up and grabbed her
double by the head and neck and slowly forced her head free of the hold, but
not free of her opponent's grip. The final result was that both women stood
back to back, each with her arms wrapped around the other's neck in a double
hangman. The twin beauties grunted as each stood on tiptoes, trying to
strangle her foe or break her neck if possible, and sweat poured from their
faces and ran down the length of their naked bodies.

Both sets of battlers were locked thus in silent battle for several minutes,
with the only sounds being groans of pain and the steady, slow beeping of the
explosive device. Then, the stillness was rent by the distinctive sounds of
two loud snaps and one Rei and one Sam each released their dead adversary and
stood looking at each other.

Before either could speak, however, the beeping increased in frequency and
without a second thought both women ran for the attic's boarded up window and
crashed through it, tucking and rolling as they hit the ground and then
getting to their feet and racing for cover as the house exploded in a
magnificent fireball behind them. The force of the blast hurled them both off
their feet and they fell roughly to the ground, even more bruised and bloody
than before.

They were barely conscious as several ambulances screeched to a halt on the
road nearby and paramedics rushed to cover them and see to their injuries. As
they were loaded into the emergency vehicles they managed to catch each
other's eyes for a brief moment and looked for something in them that would
either confirm that the survivor was her partner, or betray her as the enemy.

But neither could be positive of the other's identity.

* * * * *

Jackson and Tyson were led into the gloomy, nightmarish warehouse that served
as the gathering place for LA's most twisted, and probably second most
dangerous gang, the Scarlet Klowns. The leader of the Klowns, a fat young
black man who went by the name Giggles, was seated on an overstuffed Lay-Z-Boy
recliner and two young women were seated at his feet while a large man with a
gun stood just behind him. All of them were wearing ridiculous, yet
disturbing, make-up.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite dog and his bone," said Giggles with a
toothy grin.

"Gee, I haven't heard that one since the last time we met with this punk-ass
Joker wannabe," Tyson said under his breath.

"What can I do for you gentlemen?" the Klown's leader asked, casually stroking
the bright orange hair of one of the girls at his feet.

"I just wanted to know if you'd had any trouble lately, say, in the past 24
hours?" J-Dog inquired, keeping one eye on the big man behind Giggles and the
other on the half-naked girls on the floor.

"What kind of trouble are you talking about?" Giggles asked, leaning forward
and fixing his overly large eyes on his counterpart.

"Anybody get whacked?" Dog asked bluntly.

Giggles sat back and laughed out loud and the two women tittered nervously.
The big man with the gun just scowled and his grip tightened on his weapon.
"Heavens, no! Why? Don't tell me some nasty people killed a couple of your
sisters." He suddenly stopped laughing and added mockingly, "Did they?"

Jackson could sense Tyson tensing, preparing himself for action, and he
reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder to relax him. "Word travels fast
on the streets," J-Dog nodded.

"Especially when you've got your people asking every living thing if they know
anything about two of their sisters getting dropped," Giggles said. He then
leaned back and glanced at the pair of Dires out of the corner of his eyes and
said, "I appreciate the warning, Dog, and if I knew anything I'd be more than
happy to tell you, but the joke's on you cuz I don't know nothing"

"Yeah, well, it was worth a shot, G. 'Sides, it had been too long since we
seen each other, bro'," J-Dog said, shrugging his shoulders. "Later, funny
man." He turned and headed out of the warehouse, followed a moment later by
Tyson.

"Stay real, J. And if it means anything, I'm sorry about the girls," Giggles
said.

Jackson held up his hand and then walked out the door.

"That was a waste of time," T-Bone said with a disgusted sigh.

"I wouldn't say that," J-Dog remarked as they climbed into his car after
retrieving their weapons from the Klown's security people. "We know the Klowns
not only didn't kill Lil' Bit and Honey, but that they have no idea who did
and are more than a little worried about the same thing happening to them. Not
what I'd call a waste of time, my man."

Tyson just shrugged and they headed back to the antique shop.

* * * * *

By the time Kallista staggered into her hotel room and collapsed on her bed in
utter exhaustion it was close to dawn. She kept replaying the incredible sex
she and Mandze had shared over and over in her mind, but the features of the
black woman melted and blurred every time, eventually becoming those of her
redheaded partner on this case. The blonde agent tossed and turned as her
subconscious drove home the point her conscious mind stubbornly refused to
accept: Cuddling with Jessica the night before had been far more satisfying
than the night of full-on, wild mad-monkey lovemaking she had just
experienced. She groaned and twisted on the bed, trying to push such
ridiculous thoughts from her mind so she could get some sleep, but it was no
use. Even when she thought back on the afternoon delight she'd shared with
Barry the day before, his features, too, dissolved and then reformed into
those of the redhead, further strengthening her subconscious' case that the
encounter had been physically satisfying but emotionally empty in comparison
to simply spending the night with Jessica.

"No!" Kall cried out in her sleep, punching at the mattress beneath her,
defying what her mind's eye was telling her...

Kall lifted her head and looked behind her. "What are you doing here" she
asked the redhead. For some reason she and Jessica were both wearing
tight-fitting dresses over a pair of matching lacy bras and panties, and they
had on garters and stockings; things neither woman would normally be caught
dead in. Her own dress was vivid red, lusciously accentuating every curve of
her 5'6" body, and her stockings were black fishnet.

"I'm here to prove that you'd rather just hold and kiss me than have sex with
anyone else," Jessica replied, standing with her legs apart and her hands on
her hips, causing the blue dress she was wearing to hike up a bit and reveal
the black garter belt on her white fishnet-covered thigh. Her 5'10" frame
seemed to tower over Kall.

"And just how are you gonna prove such a lie?" the blonde laughed, slowly
sitting up and adjusting her dress so that it pulled tightly against her
small, but deliciously round breasts.

"By kicking your ass, if necessary," Jessi said, folding her arms over her
larger chest, seeming to mock the blonde's tits by doing so.

"You've got as much chance of beating me as you do of getting me to admit such
a thing," Kallista returned, leaning forward and fixing her brown eyes on the
green ones of the redhead. "None at all."

"We'll see about that," Jessi said smugly, raising her hands to a defensive
position and slightly bending her knees.

Kall slowly climbed to all fours and then sprang at Jessica without warning,
wrapping her arms around the startled woman and knocking her to her back. But
Jessica rolled as she hit the floor and, embracing the blonde, they both
rolled back and forth across the carpet until they struck the dresser. It just
so happened that Kall was on top at that moment and she took full advantage of
it by pulling her arms free and latching onto the redhead's breasts with both
hands and squeezing with all her might.

Jessica screamed and thrashed wildly beneath her as her tits were mangled and
her nipples pinched but the blonde rode her like a rodeo professional and
continued her breast beating. "Had enough?" she demanded, ripping the dress
open and forcing the bra aside and then giving each nipple a particularly
vicious twist. When Jessi defiantly shook her head 'no,' Kall shrugged and
said, "Fine with me," and then started punching the red and swollen mammaries
with wild abandon.

As she was happily driving her fists into the redhead's melons, she failed to
notice Jessica squirming beneath her until her legs shot up and locked
themselves around her neck. With a quick motion, she yanked the shocked blonde
backwards and then drilled her right between the legs with a piston-like shot
from her right hand that caused Kall to shriek in pain. "Do you wanna give?"
Jessi asked, drawing her fist back for another crotch-crushing blow. "Fine
with me," she said with a grin when Kall's only response was a feeble moan.
She unleashed four more devastating shots to the blonde's black panties, each
more powerful than the last, until Kallista was sobbing uncontrollably and
trying pathetically to shield herself from any further punches to her agonized
sex. "Time to work on those tits," Jessi said with malicious glee, crawling on
top of the beaten blonde and ripping the red dress open to get at her breasts.

But she had underestimated how out of it Kall was and the blonde let her know
the folly of that miscalculation by lifting her knee sharply into the
redhead's jaw and then ramming her toes into Jessica's white panties. "You've
always been a little too cocky for your own good, Jessi," she said with a
cruel smile as she tagged the gasping redhead on the chin with a right hook.
She then kicked her left foot deep into Jessi's gut and followed that up with
a double-barreled blow to both of her tits that knocked her to her back.
"Let's put this rag to good use," Kallista said, grabbing the redhead's torn
dress and pulling down so that Jessi's arms were trapped at her sides. "Much
better," she grinned, straddling the struggling woman and slapping her sharply
across the face. Laughing, she did it again and again and again, snapping her
head back and forth as she connected with the palm of her hand and then with a
backhand, over and over until Jessica stopped squirming and laid still,
quietly sobbing. "Oh, you think you've had enough, do you?" demanded the
blonde haughtily, standing up and then hauling Jessi to her knees by her hair.
With a vicious laugh she used her grip on the auburn locks to shake her head
back and forth. "I didn't think you'd give up so soon, Jessi dear," she
chuckled, ramming her knee into the already battered chest of her foe so hard
that the bra snapped off. "This could come in handy," Kall said, picking it up
and coiling it around Jessica's throat and using it to drag her to her feet.
As the redhead stood on wobbly legs, her white stockings hanging halfway off,
the blonde reached down and pulled at her panties until they slid down around
her ankles. She then buried her fist in the redhead's gut to double her over
before driving her knee into her exposed crotch.

"Ungh!" Jessica gasped and would have fallen face-first on the floor were it
not for the fact that Kall still had a tight grip on the bra around her neck.
As it was, the redhead practically strangled herself when she pitched forward
violently in reaction to the cuntbusting blow.

Kall jerked on the bra and slammed Jessi's head back and into the wall and
then stepped around in front of her and threw her shoulder into the redhead's
belly and then lifted her up and flipped her over so that she flopped onto the
bed on her back. Even though her body was one big ball of pain, she realized
that her arms had ripped free during her short flight and when the blonde
turned to resume their battle Jessica tagged her with a solid shot to her
right tit that caused Kallista to cry out. Pressing her momentary advantage,
she fired off a half-dozen hard blows to her adversary's breasts, alternating
between the left and right, until Kall was the one with her back to the wall.
Then the redhead slammed her knee savagely up between the blonde's legs and
whispered, "Paybacks are a bitch, babe, and so am I." She then ripped the red
dress clean off the gasping woman and rifled off a flurry of machine gun
caliber shots to her gut and lower belly, finally finishing off the series
with a particularly brutal uppercut to the barely conscious blonde's pussy
that lifted her completely off her feet.

She fell to her ass before the redhead with her hands covering her maltreated
groin and too out of breath to manage more than a pathetic whimper as Jessica
laughed sadistically and reached down for her. "We're not through until you
admit that I mean something to you," Jessi scolded, hauling her to her feet by
her hair and whipping her around in circles. Kallista screamed and grabbed the
redhead's wrists, trying to get them to let go. When that didn't work, she
grabbed the red tresses of her foe and pulled as hard as she could as both of
them twirled around the room.

When the blonde's back suddenly struck against the dresser, she released her
grip on her rival's hair and before she realized what was happening, Jessica
had wrapped her arms tightly around her in a breast-to-breast bear hug. The
redhead made a fist and placed it over Kall's back at the base of her spine
and then grabbed that wrist with her other hand and tightened her arms. "You
ready to admit it, Kall?" she asked, smiling as the woman in her grasp
struggled feebly, due to the fact that her arms were trapped next to her body,
further adding to the pressure her middle and back were experiencing. Jessica
leaned back until the blonde's feet were a few inches off the ground and
really poured on the pressure. "Don't make me really hurt you, babe. Just tell
me what I want to hear and I promise to make you feel better than you ever
have before," the redhead said invitingly while increasing the force on the
blonde's spine to an almost unbearable level.

"Okay," gasped the blonde as her body quivered in the other's unbreakable
grasp.

"Okay what?" Jessica demanded, leaning forward so that Kallista's feet once
more touched the floor.

"Okay THIS!" Kall cried, thrusting her head forward so that her forehead
struck the redhead's jaw while at the same time plunging her knee deep up
between her foe's legs until she felt it connect with Jessica's pubic bone.

The redhead screamed and her whole body shuddered in a paroxysm of pure agony
as she drooped to her knees, releasing the blonde from her punishing bear hug.

"You wanna hurt someone, Jess, you wanna break their back, you don't do it
that way, so they can pull what I just did. You do it this way," she
explained, grabbing the dazed redhead by her throat and lifting her up and
then placing her other hand between her legs and hoisting her onto her
shoulders so that Jessica's cone-like breasts jutted straight up into the air.
"There's no way for you to retaliate in this position," she grinned, bouncing
the sobbing redhead's spine up and down on her shoulders and pulling back with
her arms to increase the pressure. "Why, Jess, you're all wet down here," she
chuckled, rubbing her forearm against the moisture-saturated pussy of her
helpless foe. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were getting off on our
little fight."

Kallista laughed and bent her knees and then jumped up, causing the redhead to
cry out when she landed. "Have you had enough? Or do I have to get mean?"

In response, the redhead suddenly twisted her body so that she was lying on
her belly and then reached down with both arms and looped them around the
startled blonde's waist. As she pulled herself down off Kall's shoulders, she
snaked her legs around her foe's neck and then whipped her torso around,
sending both of them tumbling onto the bed. "What were you saying about being
unable to retaliate in that position?" Jessica asked as she delivered a
right/left combination to Kallista's jaw that laid her out on her back. The
redhead scrambled up and quickly secured a figure-four choke hold around the
battered blonde's neck and grabbed her wrists and held them while she pressed
her calf tightly against Kall's windpipe. "This really has been fun, babe, but
it's time to end it," she grinned, undoing the blonde's bra from where it had
slid off her breasts and using it to tie her hands together. She then held the
bra's strap tightly with her teeth and latched onto the blonde's tits with
both hands. "You ready to concede, Kall?" she asked, pulling and twisting the
already sore breasts like taffy. "Just tell me I'm special, that I'm not like
all the others you've used and tossed away without a second thought, tell me I
mean something more than a casual fuck and I'll let you go and then treat you
to the best tonguing you've ever experienced. Come on, baby, you know it's
true. Why are you being so stubborn?"

"Because I always hurt the people I care about!" Kallista screamed. "They
either wind up dead or wishing I was, no matter how hard I try to make things
work. Okay? Happy now? I can't admit my feelings for you so you might as well
tear off my tits or choke me out or whatever you want. I won't put you through
what I've put others through, Jessica. I won't put myself through it again."

Jessica's mouth dropped open and she carefully opened her legs and released
the blonde. Kall slowly sat up and eyed her suspiciously. "I didn't admit
anything. Why did you let me go?" she asked, massaging her throat with one
hand and her breasts with the other.

"Sure you did. You refused to admit that I meant something to you because you
didn't want to hurt me which, in effect, proves that I mean something to you,"
Jessica happily pointed out. "Whereas if you had admitted that I meant
something to you, it would have meant that I really didn't, since you knew
that would result in my being hurt."

"I feel like I'm in a 'Monty Python' sketch," Kall said with a shake of her
head, laughing at the twisted logic of it all.

"Now comes your reward," Jessica said, reaching for the blonde, pushing her
gently onto her back and kissing her softly. Her lips lingered on Kall's for a
moment before sliding down to her throat and then her breasts. Her tongue
playfully caressed each nipple and she sucked briefly on both of the battered
tits before resuming her downward journey, pausing to slip inside her belly
button with both her tongue and her nose before continuing between her legs.
The blonde arched her back in anticipation of what was to come next...

"Kallista? Hey, Kall, are you all right?"

The blonde's brown eyes fluttered open and she saw the redhead standing next
to her bed, looking down at her with a mixture of relief and amusement.

"There you are," Jessica smiled. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Not late enough," the blonde replied with a good-natured growl.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the redhead asked with an impish grin as she
opened the drapes and let sunlight pour into the dark room. "Did I wake you up
in the middle of-What happened to your nose?" she suddenly demanded, noticing
the swelling for the first time.

"I ran into a blonde brick wall named Zaynah who works for one Lilith Kahira
and who was seen by a witness picking the doc up at the airport," Kallista
replied. "We tangled. Twice."

"I take it you lost at least one of those fights," Jessica said, sitting next
to her on the bed.

"Nope. I was just unlucky enough to get my nose drilled is all," she corrected
with a smile.

"Let me see if I can do something about that..." Jessica held her hands up so
that her fingertips lightly brushed against the blonde's nose. Even so, Kall
jerked back when she did and grunted in pain. "Just hold still, you big baby,"
Jessi smiled, easing her fingers back onto the smarting nose. She closed her
eyes and concentrated and Kallista felt energy coming from the light touch and
enveloping her nose. A few moments later Jessica pulled her hands away and
said with a grin, "There you are, good as new."

Kallista tentatively reached up and touched it and, sure enough, it didn't
hurt. She scrambled off the bed and over to the dresser to look in the mirror
and the swelling had completely disappeared, leaving no trace that her nose
had ever been broken. "How did..." she began, turning to face the redhead.

"Just something I picked up when I was in Tibet a few years ago," she replied
airily. "So you got a solid lead on the doc's whereabouts..." Jessica
prompted, edging over until her back was leaning against the headboard of the
bed.

"Hard to say," Kall said with a scowl, climbing on the bed next to her and
resting her head on the redhead's shoulder. She then proceeded to tell Jessica
what she'd done in her absence, prudently leaving out her two sexual
encounters and her dream.

"You're probably right that the doc is holed up at Kahira's," Jessi nodded.
"We'll check that out tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" the blonde questioned, sitting up and looking her in the face.
"What's wrong with today?"

"Today I need your help," Jessica said and then continued to tell her all
about Lupe and trying to cure her and what had gone wrong and about Kasa and
her plans and how tonight was their best chance to catch the half-demon before
she hurt her friend, herself, or anyone else. "So, what do you say, Kallista,
will you help me?"

"Sounds like it will be fun," the blonde grinned. "Besides, if shopping is
going to be involved, you're definitely going to need my help." She laughed
and scuttled from the bed before the redhead could respond and locked herself
in the bathroom to get ready. But, shortly after getting into the shower, she
heard the door to Jessica's room open and a moment later the redhead joined
her, greeting her with a sensuous kiss.

When they broke apart Kallista opened her mouth to speak but Jessica held a
damp finger to it and shook her head as her other hand encircled the blonde's
waist. "Just go with the flow, Kall," she said with a smile.

The two women pressed their bodies together and their hands freely explored
each other's upper bodies, cupping breasts, caressing tummies, and kissing
nipples, driving each to the peak of ecstasy. Jessica's hands suddenly slid
down and clasped Kallista's ass cheeks firmly and then pulled her in close,
grinding her groin against her neatly shaved pussy. Kall responded by wrapping
her arms around Jessi's middle and thrusting her hips against her until both
women were panting and ready to explode. But when the blonde moved her fingers
around to help Jessica climax, the redhead suddenly pulled away and then fled
from the shower with a frightened look in her emerald eyes.

Kallista finished her shower and got dressed, not sure whether to be more
frustrated than insulted by her partner's actions, and then made her way to
Jessica's room only to find the redhead sitting on the floor, dripping wet and
naked, with her back against the edge of her bed and her knees drawn tightly
up against her chest. Finding it difficult to be angry with her, the blonde
walked over and knelt next to her. "Are you all right?" she asked, reaching
out to stroke her auburn tresses.

Jessica jerked her head violently, as if the other's gentle touch had sent
10,000 volts through her body, and looked up at her with terror plainly
visible in her large green eyes. "Of course I'm not all right! Do people who
are all right behave like that? Do they cringe at the very thought of intimate
human contact?" she cried.

"When are you going to tell me what happened to you, what somebody did to make
you this way, Jess?" Kall asked, sitting back on her haunches with a worried
look on her beautiful face.

"Soon," the other whispered.

"Soon?" Kall questioned.

"Soon," Jessica repeated.

Kall sighed and then stood up. "I told you I was here if you wanted to talk.
That offer still stands," she said with a scowl. "Now, if we're gonna save
your werewolf friend from this half-demon you told me about, you'd better get
a move on. It will be dark soon."

Jessica nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes, and climbed slowly to her
feet. "Thanks for understanding, Kall," she said quietly, reaching out to
embrace her.

"Don't. Just...don't," the blonde said, backing away. "I'm only helping you so
we can get back to the mission-You do remember that we're here on a mission,
don't you?" Kall asked cattily.

"Of course I do," the redhead growled, going through the drawers of the
bureau.

"Just checking," Kall sneered. "Anyway, once this mission is over, so are we.
Unless you decide to open up and let me inside that wall of yours."

Jessica ignored the blonde as she slipped into a pair of tight slacks and a
clingy top. She slipped her shoes on and snapped "Let's go" as she headed for
the door. Kallista shrugged her shoulders and followed her, shaking her head
and tired of trying to figure the other woman out.

* * * * *

Two women who looked like Reiko and Asami sat on a plane next to each other,
bound for the United States. When one was sure the other's attention was
elsewhere, she would stare at her face, trying to decide if the woman was her
partner or not. But the deception, if such it was, was too complete to be sure
one way or the other. Even her voice and gestures were identical to those of
her colleague. And, if she was an imposter, she was a damn impressive one,
managing to not only fool her, but Chief Inspector Daikato as well. Her mind
drifted back to the short, but odd meeting they had had with the head of the
Special Forces Unit before leaving Japan.

The wounds both had sustained from the blast and their fall had merely been
superficial and, after a cursory examination by the emergency staff, both
women had been released to the custody of SFU officers. Under CI Daikato's
orders they had been both been escorted to the station and ushered into his
office.

"I trust everything went as planned?" he had asked, gazing at them more
thoughtfully than usual as he pulled nervously at his bushy eyebrows.

Both women had nodded.

"It's a pity that the explosion destroyed their bodies, but at least we won't
have to worry about any more fujinja crimes in Tokyo," he had said carefully.
"Will we?"

"No, Sir," they had replied.

"Excellent. Good luck with your American mission." He had then resumed going
over some paperwork and the two women had left his office and been driven
directly to the airport where they had boarded a plane bound for Los Angeles.

And so the women, who might have been friends and colleagues that had worked
together for years, or deadly enemies whose one thought was to kill the other,
should she prove to be an imposter, sat next to each other in silence, lest a
stray word betray them.

It was going to be a long flight.

* * * * *

Koyuki lazily sat up and switched off the television, satisfied that some of
the transmitters she'd had Zaynah place around the city were still active and
causing the LA police no end of trouble. The Asian woman was bored. Not for
the first time since her arrival at Lilith's, and not for the last either, she
was sure. She'd been in her room most of the day mainly to avoid the Goddess
who had transformed her hostess' great hall into her private temple and was
constantly surrounded by Priestess Farrah and her mysterious minions. She
wasn't afraid to admit to herself that Sakhmet frightened her. The
unrelenting, remorseless evil she radiated not only scared her, but made her
physically ill besides. She feared that the Goddess was somehow siphoning off
her life-force in order to sustain herself, but she couldn't be sure.

Even so, she found the confines of her admittedly enormous bedroom too
restricting and decided to chance going downstairs to see if she couldn't find
Yumi. She figured that the feisty maid would be the perfect distraction to
relieve her of the boredom.

Koyuki made it to the first floor, barely avoiding one of the robed minions as
it exited one of the second floor bedrooms, and was pausing to consider where
she would have the best chance of locating the domestic when the dusky-skinned
priestess practically ran her over.

"Oh! Hey, you're the one who found the frequency, aren't you?" Farrah asked.
Koyuki nodded. "I thought so. Dr. Takagashi, right?"

"Right. And you're Priestess Farrah, if I'm not mistaken," Koyuki replied,
resigning herself to talking to the woman.

"Yeah, well, it's sort of a hobby, you know?" the other said with a nervous,
wholly engaging smile. "Don't get me wrong, I do my part and I know Sakhmet
appreciates it, but, well, I'm a lawyer, you know? So her 'evil' doesn't
really impress me."

Koyuki laughed in spite of herself. "I've dealt with enough lawyers to know
what you mean. Still, I don't mind telling you that your Goddess gives me the
major creeps," she said with a visible shudder.

"Really? I think she's kind of sweet and very sexy," Farrah added, licking her
lips hungrily. "But this is the first time I've ever seen her up close and
personal, so it might just be a case of 'hero worship', you know?"

"I can imagine," the Asian nodded.

"Anyway, I was just on my way to the bathroom-I'm gonna bust if I don't pee
soon, you know?-so I'll talk to you later, okay?" the priestess said, hopping
from one foot to the other.

"Sure, I was on my way to the laundry room anyway," Koyuki grinned.

Farrah flashed her a bright smile and then raced up the stairs and Koyuki,
having decided on her destination, set out to find one of the servants so she
could find out where it was. When she did locate a servant, however, she was
informed that the Asian maid was seeing to the new guests' bedrooms on the
second floor, in the east wing, the opposite side of the house from where she
and Lilith were housed, and set off to find her.

Yumi was just finishing putting a clean sheet on her seventh bed when she was
grabbed from behind and thrown face-first onto the mattress. A heavy weight
thudded onto her back and her arms were pinned to her sides before she could
bring them into play. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd been avoiding
me," a voice whispered into her ear. A second later, a silky tongue snaked out
and caressed her lobe before a set of teeth closed on it just hard enough to
bring a squeal of pain from the trapped woman.

"Mistress Koyuki?" Yumi stammered, trying to twist her head so she could see
who had her immobilized.

Koyuki stood up on her knees and flipped Yumi over onto her back. "Who else,
my pretty little kitty," she said and then bent down and kissed the maid hard
on the mouth. "I've missed you."

"I have a lot of work to do when it's just Lilith," Yumi said, smiling and
reaching up to fondle Koyuki's breasts beneath her blouse. "Now there's you
and those others as well. I'm exhausted." She suddenly wrapped her arms around
Koyuki's waist and then twisted her body so that she was now on top. "I've
missed you, too." She grabbed the other woman's wrists and held them above her
head as she playfully bit Koyuki's lips and then kissed her deep and long. "A
lot."

The older woman began to rub her knee against the inner part of Yumi's thighs.
"I can tell," she purred, looping her arms around the younger woman's head.
She suddenly grabbed Yumi by the hair and drove her knee forcefully up into
her pussy. "But aren't you forgetting your place, slave?" she asked as Yumi
gasped and rolled off of Koyuki, holding her groin. "As your mistress, I'm the
one who decides when you get to kiss me and when you get to be on top." She
casually punched the whimpering maid in the solar plexus. "Understood?" Yumi
forced herself to nod and Koyuki smiled and moved around so that the smaller
woman's head was cradled in her lap. "Good girl. You know, Yumi, I really
don't like it when you make me hurt you. But I can't have disobedience from a
slave. I learned that the hard way while I was in prison," she said softly as
she gently stroked the maid's face and hair. "Discipline is everything. It's
the only way to maintain control. If you're not in charge, you're nothing.
Just a toy to be used and abused until they get tired of you and toss you
aside so that someone less powerful can do the same thing to you. And it
happens over and over, Yumi, until there's finally someone even less powerful
than you that you can dominate, devalue, destroy. And then, if you're smart,
you use that time to build yourself up, both mentally and physically, so that
you can revenge yourself on those who callously took advantage of your former
weakness and inexperience. Until one day you're the one at the top of the
list, the one who gets to use and abuse the newcomers before anyone else. And,
Yumi, my pet, that's the greatest feeling in the world." Koyuki felt the woman
in her lap shudder and she leaned down and began to kiss her tenderly. "But
you don't have to worry, Yumi, I'm out of there now, out of that brutal place
forever, and I wouldn't dream of hurting you the way they did me. Not in a
million, million years, my pet. I'll only hurt you as much as you want to be
hurt, as much as you enjoy being hurt. I promise." She smiled as Yumi sat up
and looked at her, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"You promise?" she asked, looking suspiciously at the older woman.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." Koyuki giggled as she did that just that and
then held up her hand.

"Then, I can do no less for you, Mistress Koyuki," said Yumi as her right fist
connected with Koyuki's jaw and knocked her clean off the bed. "I know how
much you like the pain, too." She jumped off the bed and landed on top of the
startled doctor and both women began rolling across the floor, wrestling and
laughing as they traded hard blows and fierce kisses.

* * * * *

In the somewhat cramped confines of a convenience store, NightFox slammed her
fist into the young girl's belly and then nailed her with a powerful uppercut
that not only launched her ten feet backwards but rendered her unconscious as
well. Before the super heroine could so much as take a breath, two adolescent
boys jumped her, one looping his arms around her neck and the other grabbing
her around the waist. "Sorry, boys, but I don't have time for you right now,"
she said, seizing each by the scruff of their necks and slamming their heads
together.

Meanwhile, Raven had her gloved hands full with a couple of girls on inline
skates who were circling her like sharks, landing punches seemingly at will.
"Hold still so I can hit you!" the sidekick snarled, missing one of the teens
with a looping right and taking a shot in the ribs from the other one.

Narrowly avoiding a trio of mesmerized teens, NightFox leaped up and onto the
top of one of the product-filled shelves and began kicking boxes of cereal
aside. "There you are!" she exclaimed, snatching up the transmitter and
switching it off. "I got it, Raven!"

As the kids in the store suddenly stopped and looked around in confusion,
Raven let out an enraged cry and jumped up, catching both of the disoriented
skater girls in the face with a pair of spinning kicks that sent them crashing
to their backs. They didn't get up.

NightFox hopped down from the shelf and landed next to her partner. "Did you
say something, NightFox?" Raven asked innocently, adjusting her gloves.

The super heroine eyed her sidekick suspiciously. "Let's just take these to
Vastiff and see what Chief Daniels has learned," she said, holding up a bag
containing all the transmitters they'd collected over the past twenty-four
hours.

"Sounds like a plan," Raven agreed, casually kicking one of her downed
opponents as the pair made their way out of the partially destroyed store.

"Raven!" NightFox exclaimed.

"What?" the sidekick demanded, feigning innocence.

The super heroine just shook her head and was about to get on her motorcycle
when a police cruiser pulled up and the familiar figure of Officer Parker got
out. "Evening, NightFox, Raven," he said with a lazy nod of his head. When he
saw half a dozen kids limping from the store, he scowled. "You really ought to
invest in some non-lethal weapons to deal with kids and non-violent perps."

"These were hardly what I'd classify as 'non-violent,' Officer Parker,"
NightFox replied. "And Raven and I did take them out of action as painlessly
as possible." She cast a quick glance at her sidekick, but Raven was pointedly
ignoring both her and the police officer as she got settled on her motorcycle.

"Yeah, well, you're not the one who has to fill out reams of paperwork,
detailing complaints from angry parents, or deal with accusations of police
brutality. So, do me and the rest of the force a favor and take it easy on the
kids from now on, okay?" Parker asked.

"I'll be as gentle as a lamb," NightFox assured him. "But I don't think we'll
have any more trouble with anarchist kids for a while." She reached into the
bag and removed one of the deactivated transmitters and held it up for him to
see.

"What's that thing?" he asked suspiciously.

"This, and a dozen others just like it, is what was making the kids go
postal," she explained, tossing him the device. "Keep it for a souvenir. I've
got plenty."

He caught the small object and examined it more closely. "You sure you got
them all?"

"I don't hear any more reports of youth violence on the radio, do you?" she
countered with a wide grin. "See ya around, Parker." She put on her helmet and
started her bike and she and Raven roared away from the bemused, but
nevertheless grateful, officer.

A few minutes later they were slowing as they approached the security gate of
Vastiff, but were immediately waved inside. As they pulled to a stop outside
the main building, Chief Daniels emerged from the doors, flanked by a small
man with enormous glasses, the lenses of which were the thickness of
bullet-proof glass. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd changed your mind,"
Nola said.

"Nah, we just had a bit of cleaning up to do," NightFox said with a grin as
she climbed off her bike. She held out the bag with the transmitters.

"Who's the dork?" Raven asked, indicating the man standing next to Nola and
practically drooling at the sight of the two heroines.

"This is Dr. Quirinus, Vastiff's head of Research and Development," the
security chief replied, scowling slightly at the sidekick. "I think you'll
find what he has to say interesting, to say the least. Shall we, ladies?" She
gestured toward the building and NightFox and Raven exchanged a quick look and
then led the way inside.

The guards, heavily armed and looking more like mercenaries than security
personnel, regarded the pair coldly as they walked past and headed for the
elevator. Raven glanced behind her and grimaced at NightFox. "That geek is
staring at our butts, Fox," she hissed.

"Let him look, Raven," NightFox said with a shrug, accentuating her walk with
exaggerated wiggles. "But if he thinks he's gonna do more than that, well,
he's sorely mistaken."

Raven giggled and added an extra sway to her own walk, casually looking back
to ask Nola something innocuous and enjoying the sight of the doctor's
sweat-drenched face. The older man pulled uncomfortably on his tie and
swallowed hard as his eyes hungrily drank in the statuesque women in front of
him.

As they entered the elevator, Nola shook her head and whispered, "You two are
evil," before flashing them a discreet smile.

The two heroines just grinned and made a point of bending over to adjust their
boots, displaying their perfect, heart-shaped asses to the increasingly
frustrated doctor, who began to daub the perspiration from his reddening face.

Once they reached Chief Daniels' office, Nola sat back and let the doctor take
it from there. Quirinus cleared his throat and tugged at his collar as the two
heroines made themselves comfortable in two plush chairs, their long legs
crossing sexily as they settled back. "These transmitters," he began, grabbing
one from the bag, "are obviously of Japanese manufacture. That much is clearly
indicated by the choice of components and design technique. As to what it
does, well, while we here at Vastiff and the American government itself have
been working on what's known as 'heavy signals' for years, nothing we have
developed even comes close to this. Whoever designed this was definitely a
genius," he said, nodding in appreciation.

"An evil genius," NightFox stressed.

"Hmm? Oh, of course, of course. Nevertheless, one can't help but admire the
ruthless efficiency of this device," he said. Then, noticing the annoyed
expressions on all three women's faces, he hurriedly went on. "As for the
specifics, there's a small transmitter and a voice chip. And that's it. But,
with those two components, the designer has created a piece of equipment
potentially more destructive than the mightiest nuclear weapon because it
directly affects the human mind. Of course, the good news for you is that it's
only able to affect adolescent minds."

"Why is that good news?" Raven asked.

"Think of the ramifications if this device affected every mind, regardless of
age, my dear," Quirinus said loftily. "A single person could literally rule
the world. At the very least, they would be able to rule a nation with an iron
fist and no opposition. But, it's difficult to feel threatened by a device
which only controls teenagers, don't you agree, NightFox?"

"On the contrary, Dr. Quirinus, imagine an army of kids acting under the
control of an evil person or organization. What force would be willing to gun
them down? The police were reluctant to use any excessive force in dealing
with the riots and mass destruction these devices caused and, thank the Gods,
no one was killed, but what if someone ordered the murders of civilians
instead of simply the destruction of property?"

"My God! You're right, the authorities would be averse, to say the least, to
using deadly force against a legion of children!" the doctor exclaimed. Then
his face regained some composure and he added, "Of course, based on my
admittedly limited testing, it would appear that the frequency can't force an
individual to act against their inherent natures, so the odds of being able to
raise such an army are not very likely."

"Are you kidding, doc?" Raven demanded. "Kids today are more amoral and
homicidally-minded than ever before! Most of them would kill without a second
thought. The only thing that keeps them from doing it is fear of punishment,
now that most states have laws that treat juvenile murderers as adults and
several teens have been executed for their crimes. But if you take away that
fear, if you remove the socially-imposed constraints, well..."

The doctor's face visibly paled at the thought.

"Putting aside the worst-case scenario for the moment," NightFox said sharply,
"what can we do to counteract the frequency, short of finding and deactivating
the transmitters?"

"Counteract the frequency? If you're thinking of something along the lines of
ear plugs or the like, that won't work. You see, the waves directly affect the
brain, they don't have to be heard to be effective; the victim simply needs to
be within range of the signal," he said, letting his hands drop to his sides
helplessly. "There is no way to neutralize the signal short of shutting it
down at the source, I'm afraid."

NightFox frowned and stood up. "Thanks for the info, Dr. Quirinus," she said,
shaking his hand. "Come on, Raven, we've got to find out who planted these
things and stop them before they leave different, more deadly ones around the
city and people start dying. We'll be in touch, Chief Daniels."

As they made their way out of the building, Raven said quietly, "Are you sure
we should have left all of those things behind? You heard what the dork said
about Vastiff and the government working on this type of thing. What if we
just gave that guy the means to develop the same thing for Vastiff?"

"We'll deal with that once we've taken care of whoever's behind this,"
NightFox said, climbing on her back, "and dealt with Sakhmet."

"I'd almost forgotten about her!" Raven exclaimed as the pair drove back
towards the city.

"I hadn't," NightFox said grimly.

* * * * *

Jackson glared at his fellow gang members and asked harshly, "All right,
people, what's the word on the streets? Who iced Lil' Bit and Honey?"

"It's weird, J-Dog," began one young man. "I gots people swearing on they
mothers' graves that two little bitty Asian chicks was the ones who came in
and then left with Lil' Bit and Honey, and Naquisha and Tanisha in a tiny
little foreign car. Here's the license number." He handed a piece of paper to
J-Dog.

"But it was a big ol' blonde 'bout the size of a Buick what brought them back
in a nice, shiny lim-o-zine," finished one of the girls.

"A limousine, huh?" said J-Dog thoughtfully.

"They swears it was," the girl said. "A big one. And it looked brand new."

"Now what would folks rich enough to ride around in a limousine want to be
killing two of our sisters for?" Tyson asked, directing the question at the
leader of the Dires. "It don't make no sense."

"Not yet it don't, but it will. I want you all to find out who's recently
bought a limousine," J-Dog said. "Check for rental services and individuals.
We find that limo and that big blonde and we find out who killed our sisters."

As the Dires filed out of the shop, T-Bone leaned over and said quietly, "And
what about us, leader man, what are we gonna check out?"

"We're gonna track down the two Asians," he replied, holding up the paper with
the license plate number on it. "And when we find them, we're going to do
whatever it takes to get some answers." He casually pulled his gun from his
waistband and checked the magazine before slamming it home. "You ready?"

T-Bone grinned. "I'm always ready for a social call, leader man. How we gonna
track down the owner of that plate? It's not like we can just walk into the
DMV and ask them to look it up for us," he said with a derisive snort.

"Well, not exactly, no, but we can get into their records and find out what we
need to know," Jackson smiled. "Come on, Bone, we're gonna go see my favorite
nephew."

"Not him!" exclaimed Tyson. "Not Floyd!"

"He's a first-rate hacker, T. He'll be in and out of the DMV before they know
it."

"He's an idiot and, no offense, J., but he's whiter than Clarence Thomas."

"Sad but true, my man, but he's also our best shot at finding some answers,"
he replied, wondering, not for the first time, how his older sister had
managed to raise such a geek for a son.

T-Bone scowled but offered no other objections as the pair made their way out
to Jackson's car.

A little while later-After being detained by the security guard at the gate to
the housing complex where his sister lived until she had called and vouched
for them-they pulled into J-Dog's sister's driveway and parked behind her BMW.

"Jackson," a female voice said as an attractive black woman in her early
thirties walked over to greet them, "it's good to see you. And you, Tyson.
What brings you two all the way out here?"

"Now, Alice, do I really need a reason to come and see my favorite sister?" he
replied, embracing her as a large black man stood in the doorway with his arms
folded across his barrel-like chest, looking on with obvious disapproval.

"You usually do," Alice smiled. "And I'm guessing this time is no different.
So, what do you need? Money?"

"You're hurting me, sis!" he exclaimed with mock suffering. "I swear on our
dear Mama's grave that I just want to see you and Floyd. Oh, and you, too,
David," he added as the pair walked past the man in the doorway.

"Evening, Mr. Lewis," Tyson said politely as he passed by, close on the heels
of the siblings.

David just frowned and closed the door behind them.

"Where's my nephew?" Jackson asked, looking around the plush living room.

"Where he always is, in his bedroom on that damn computer of his," Alice
sighed.

"I'll just pop in and say hello," Jackson said easily. "You stay out here and
be charming, T."

"Of course. Being charming is my specialty," Tyson said with a forced smile.

J-Dog suppressed a laugh as he walked up the stairs and down the hallway to
his nephew's room. He lightly rapped on the door. "Floyd? You decent, man?" he
asked, cracking open the door and looking inside. The walls of the large room
were covered with posters of everything from robots to scantily-clad barbarian
women, with one section devoted to The Vice Girls.

"Of course I'm decent, Uncle Jackson," came the annoyed reply. Floyd Lewis was
your typical thirteen year old, just beginning to appreciate the distinct
differences between men and women, as was evidenced by the way posters of
females in various stages of undress were starting to outnumber those of video
game monsters and the like. He was dressed conservatively in a polo shirt and
shorts with short hair and dark eyes that shone with an inner light that were
partially obscured behind a pair of thick glasses. "What do you want?" he
asked, turning from his computer monitor to look at his uncle with something
considerably less than enthusiasm.

"Why do you and your mother think I can't just stop by for a friendly visit?
Why do I have to want something, other than to spend some time with my
favorite little man?" Jackson suggested. When Floyd just stared at him without
answering, he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Okay, it's
like this, see, some people put a major funk on two of my home girls and I
need to find out who they are. All I've got to go on is this." He held out the
piece of paper with the license number on it.

Floyd took the paper and snorted contemptuously. "What do you mean by a 'major
funk'?" he inquired as his fingers flew nimbly across his computer keyboard.

"Someone hurt them, Floyd. Bad. And that someone is gonna pay."

"And then whoever cares about them will come and make you pay and so on and so
on and so on," Floyd sighed. "When will it end, uncle? Only when all of you
are dead, or do you have the courage to end it before that?"

"You've got it wrong, little man, it takes courage to avenge your people."

"No, Uncle Jackson, you're wrong. All it takes to hurt someone is ignorance
and fear. Real courage is walking away, or at least finding a better solution
than perpetuating the cycle of hatred and violence," Floyd replied sadly.

Jackson pulled anxiously at his shirt, his fingers wrapping around the
material so tightly it began to tear. "You got my 411 or not, Floyd?" he
asked, relaxing his grip and smoothing out his shirt.

The boy nodded and wrote down the information on the monitor onto the back of
the paper with the license number. "Here, but, please, Uncle Jackson, at least
think about what I said," he implored.

"I think about it every day, little man," J-Dog said as he grabbed the paper
and shoved it in his pocket. "Thanks."

"You staying for dinner? Delores always prepares more than enough for my
parents and I," he added.

"I think your mama would prefer me to leave. Besides, T-Bone and I..." He let
the sentence hang there, unfinished, and quickly turned from the accusing eyes
of his nephew. "See ya around, little man."

"I hope so, Uncle Jackson," Floyd replied, turning back to his computer.

J-Dog walked out and closed the door and then made his way back downstairs.
"You ready to roll, T.?" Jackson asked as entered the living room.

"I thought you wanted to visit with me?" Alice demanded.

"I do, Ally, I do, but I just remembered a previous engagement," he said with
a disappointed look on his face. "Can I take a rain-check?"

"Oh, go on and get out of here," she laughed, hugging him briefly and kissing
him on the cheek.

"See ya soon, sis. I promise. The next time I come over I'll stay for some of
Delores' fantastico cooking," he grinned. "Let's go, Tyson."

"I'll walk you out," said David, standing up. He towered over the two teens
and his expression was not pleased.

"No need, David, we know the way," Jackson said lightly, holding out his hand.

David just glared at the hand and then walked out the front door, holding it
open for them to follow.

"See ya, Alice," Tyson said as he and Jackson exited the house under Mr.
Lewis' watchful gaze.

"Keep my baby bro' out of trouble, T. And you stay real, too! You hear me?"
she called. Once all three men were gone, she cast a worried glance up towards
her son's room and then dashed up the stairs.

"I don't know why you wanted to see Floyd, Jackson," David said as the trio
stood on the front lawn, "but if you've somehow gotten him involved with your
lifestyle, I swear to God you won't live to exploit him. Anything happens to
my boy and your biggest problem won't be the police or other gangs, it will be
me. Understand?"

"It's cool, David. I just wanted to talk to him about something," Jackson said
easily. "See ya around, bro'" He turned and started walking towards his car,
but David reached out and grabbed him, closing his fingers painfully around
the younger man's shoulder.

"I asked you if you understood, Jackson. I expect an answer. I don't want
there to be any misunderstandings between us," David said evenly.

"I understood you, bro'. Can't a brother talk to his nephew without getting
ragged for it?" he asked, shaking loose of the older man's grip and adjusting
his jacket.

"Just so long as we understand each other," David said and turned and walked
back into his house without looking back.

"Man, I don't care if that dude is married to your sister or not, Dog, that
brother is begging for some serious pain," Tyson snarled as he and Jackson got
into the car.

"He's just looking out for his family, T. Can't blame a brother for that,"
Jackson replied as he backed out of the driveway. He happened to glance up and
see his sister standing in the window of Floyd's room and nodded his head to
her. She just pulled her son's drapes closed and Jackson drove off.

"We gonna go bust those Asian bitches tonight, J.?" Tyson asked as they drove
past the security gate.

Jackson pulled the paper from his pants and read the information aloud.
"Yumiko Kobyashi. Age: 24. Address: 1500 Bel-Air Drive. Status: Resident
Alien."

"Shit, Dog, the bitch ain't even an American! You think she's with the
Yakuza?" Tyson asked suddenly. "You think, maybe, this was just their way of
letting us know they're interested in our territory?"

"Nah. If that had been the case, they would have made it very clear who had
killed our sisters. And the Yakuza wouldn't have used no guns."

T-Bone nodded in agreement. "So, what's the plan, leader man?"

"We'll hook up with the others, see what they got on the limo, and then decide
exactly what to do about this," he replied. "Okay?"

"You know me, Dog, I'd love to go get social with them tonight, but I got your
back, whatever the call."

Jackson smiled and nodded as they headed back to their party house.

* * * * *

Jessica and Kallista watched as Lupe rushed into the hospital, waiting until
she'd disappeared from sight before the blonde punched the gas and tore out of
the hospital grounds. "She's a nice kid," Kallista remarked as she weaved in
and out of the morning traffic.

"That 'kid' is over a hundred years old," Jessica reminded her with a grin.
"But, yeah, she is."

Kallista glanced over at the redhead as they barreled through a crowded
intersection. "You like her, don't you?" she asked.

"She's my friend. Plus, I do feel responsible for her," Jessi added.

"Yeah, but there's more to it than that. You really like her," Kall pressed,
narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with a SUV.

"What are you getting at?" Jessica asked. "Are you jealous or something?"

"Jealous? Yeah, right. Dream on, Jessica. I'm just trying to get you to talk
to me," the blonde shot back, turning sharply and heading up into one of the
more posh residential areas amidst a chorus of honking horns and shouted
curses.

"Don't push me, Kall. I'll talk when I'm ready," the redhead said defensively.

"When you trust me, you mean," Kall snapped as the VW sped up the winding
hills at break-neck speed.

"Where are we going?" Jessi asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"To check out Kahira's place," the blonde replied, passing a slow-moving
delivery truck on the shoulder and leaving the vehicle in a cloud of dust.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Jessica commented. "Okay, but we're not
going in with guns blazing, so to speak, so let's be careful and try not to be
seen. I just want to check it out for right now."

"I already checked it out, Jess. And I didn't find any sign of the doc. Just
some very angry people who wanted me dead," she added, whipping though the
residential area. "I don't think Kahira is dumb enough to stash Takagashi on
her property anyway.

"Which means that it's the last place anyone would look for, which further
means that according to the Aegis Guidebook it's the place she's most likely
to be," Jessica said with a lopsided smile.

"What, do you have that thing memorized?" Kall laughed as she swerved around a
limousine just pulling out of a driveway.

"I have the entire Oxford English Dictionary memorized, Kall. Not to mention
the Bible, the Koran, the Rig Veda, the Dhammapada, and the complete works of
Confucius, Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Einstein, Lincoln, and too many others to
mention," she replied with an exasperated sigh.

"No wonder there's no room for you in there," Kall said as she suddenly pulled
to a screeching halt beneath golden numbers a foot high that were fastened to
a ten-foot high brick wall. "This is the place," she announced, indicating the
1500 above her. "I still say we're wasting our time."

Jessica got out of the car and easily jumped up and grabbed the top of the
wall. "Just humor me, Kall. I want to see for myself," she said, reaching down
to help the blonde up. But Kallista jumped up against one of the supporting
pillars that stuck out about a half foot from the wall and used the momentum
to launch herself high enough to reach the top without the redhead's help.
"Jackie Chan would be proud," Jessi nodded before dropping lightly down to the
grass below.

The two women made their way through the underbrush, using the trees for cover
until they could get a clear view of the Egyptian's mansion. "Looks like
Kahira's gotten company since my last visit," Kall commented upon seeing four
large black vans and a white Jaguar XE parked in front of the house. As they
watched, a silver limousine pulled to a stop in front of the mansion and a
tall, blonde woman got out of the driver's door. "That's Zaynah."

"Good, I was looking forward to meeting her," Jessica said teasingly. "What
about that car," she indicated a Toyota Camri parked next to the mansion, "was
that one here before?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that belongs to her live-in maid, Yumi," Kall replied.
"The rest of the servants' cars are parked out back. Do you think she's
throwing a party or something?"

"Those don't look like catering service vans to me; no logos on the side,"
Jessica pointed out. She and Kallista left the relative cover of the trees and
loped across the yard towards the vans, doing their best to keep the vehicles
between them and the mansion as much as possible.

"Okay, so now that we're here, what next?" the blonde asked as the pair
crouched behind a van, watching as Zaynah walked around and opened the back
door of the limo.

"I think it's time I met Lilith face to face," Jessica said, standing up and
heading for the dusky-skinned woman emerging from the vehicle.

As the two agents approached, Zaynah turned to them with a snarl curling her
full lips and a low growl emanating from her throat. "It's all right, Zaynah,"
Lilith said, removing her sunglasses and cocking an eyebrow at the pair of
women. "Good morning, Agent Blackhart. You rushed off so abruptly the other
night I'm afraid we didn't get a chance to say goodbye."

"Yeah, well, that tends to happen when people are trying to kill me," Kall
replied, "I just forget all about the social amenities."

"Ah, yes, those burglars. Nasty business, but Zaynah took care of them after
you'd gone and no one was hurt. Except for them, of course," she added with a
predatory grin. "So, not to be rude, darling, but what brings you back here?
And who's your friend?"

"I was hoping you'd changed your mind about shielding a known fugitive and
decided to cooperate with my agency. Oh, and this is Jessica Chance, my
partner on this case," she answered.

Lilith's dark eyes flashed at Jessica's name and she was glad she'd taken to
carrying one of Koyuki's inhibitors. "A pleasure, Agent Chance," she said,
holding out her hand.

Jessica shook the hand, tightening her grip just enough to cause Lilith to
wince ever-so-slightly. "Likewise, Ms. Kahira. I've heard a lot about you from
my friend Lupe Bacalao and I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"Ah, yes, I just saw dear Lupe a few minutes ago. She and I don't talk as much
as we'd like or I'm sure she would have mentioned you," she added with a smile
as she shook the pain from her hand. "As for cooperating, darlings, well,
Agent Blackhart has already searched my house. What more do you want?"

"How about some answers, Ms. Kahira. First, what's with all these vans?"
Jessica asked.

Before Lilith could answer, the front doors opened and a magnificently
beautiful woman with dark skin emerged and swept down the steps to join them.
"Lilith, my pet, you didn't tell me you were expecting more company," Sakhmet
said, flashing them all a smile so bright and friendly it made Lilith more
than a little nervous. "I'm Samantha Metcalf, Lilith's aunt. I hope I'm not
intruding."

"Not at all, Ms. Metcalf," Jessica said, appraising the newcomer thoughtfully.

"And Lilith didn't tell us anyone else was coming. Who all is here?" Kallista
asked innocently.

"Just the lovely men and women from the theatre," Sakhmet replied airily.

"Theatre?" pressed Jessica.

"Oh, don't tell me Lilith didn't tell you about the play she's producing? I
hope I haven't ruined a surprise you had planned, my pet, and that these
aren't the potential investors you said were coming over," Sakhmet said in a
rush.

"No need to worry on that account, Aunt Samantha," Lilith replied, looking
like she wished she were anywhere else. "These are my old friends Jessica and
Kallista. They just dropped by for a quick hello."

"Oh, don't tell me you're leaving. I so rarely get to spend time with any of
my favorite niece's friends, please change your mind and say you'll stay for a
little while at least," she said imploringly.

"Sorry, Ms. Metcalf, but I'm afraid Kallista and I really must dash. It was a
pleasure meeting you, though, Maybe another time?" Jessica suggested, staring
into the orange eyes of the older woman.

"I think that's very likely, Jessica," she replied with a forced smile.

"And we'll definitely be seeing you again in the future, Lilith," Kallista
assured her.

"I'm looking forward to it, darlings. Zaynah, darling, be a dear and see that
Jessica and Kallista get off the grounds safely. You never know who's lurking
in the trees and I'd hate to have it on my conscience if something happened to
you two," Lilith said with a sneering smile. "Come along, Aunt Samantha, we've
got work to do before the investors arrive."

The two women strode up the stairs and into the mansion, leaving the two
agents alone with the chauffeur. Zaynah smiled down at them and ground her
right fist into the palm of her left hand.

"We really are more than capable of finding our own way back to our car,"
Jessica said, sizing up the Amazon. "But if you insist on doing this the hard
way..." She adopted a fighting stance and Kallista quickly followed suit.

Zaynah laughed and swung at the redhead while aiming a kick at the blonde.
Both missed and she found herself on the receiving end of a two-pronged
assault to her gut that drove the air out of her in a single, agonizing
"Whoompffff!!!!"

But, winded as she was, the Arab still managed to grab the two agents by the
throat and lift them off their feet. Unfortunately, this left her wide open
for a series of sharp kicks to her stomach and chest that brought grunts of
pain with each blow and caused her to stagger backwards until her back was
against one of the vans.

"You go high...I'll go low," Jessica gasped out as the grip on their necks
finally began to weaken. Kallista curled her leg back and launched a powerful
kick to the Amazon's face while Jessica simultaneously drove the toe of her
boot up between Zaynah's legs with enough force to lift her off her feet. And
to get her to let go of their necks.

As the gagging agents scrambled out of her reach, both of the Arab's hands
shot to her wounded crotch and a small whimper escaped her bloodied lips. But
if they thought they'd taken the fight out of her, they were sadly mistaken.
Before either agent realized what had happened, Zaynah sprang at them and once
more used a steel grip on their necks to her advantage. This time, forcing
them to their backs and straddling them and then pounding their heads against
the pavement of the driveway until both agents were practically unconscious.
Then, she glared down at them and her fingers tightened their grip, blocking
their windpipes and threatening to crush their necks.

In desperation, Jessica began punching the chauffeur in the face as hard as
she could. Zaynah seemed to shrug off the blows, but then Kallista joined her
partner and soon the Arab's head was snapping back and forth from the double
assault and, once more, the grip on the agents' throats weakened enough for
them to escape, sending one last double-barreled uppercut to the groggy
Amazon's jaw before scrambling away to catch their breath.

Zaynah sat up slowly and rubbed her jaw, glaring at the two agents, but
something in the redhead's eyes made the Arab pause and she slowly shook her
head. "Get out. But next time we meet I will crush you both," she added with a
deep growl as all three women climbed unsteadily to their feet.

"Sure you will, sweetie, just like you crushed us today," Kallista shot back
as she and the redhead headed down the driveway. "Why didn't you take Kahira's
aunt up on her offer and stay, Jessi?"

"No need. And I doubt that was her aunt. Something about her eyes..." the
redhead replied, her voice trailing off.

"What do you mean 'no need'? That Takagashi isn't in there?" Kall inquired.

"On the contrary, I'm sure she is, but today wasn't the time to make our move.
We need to plan this thing carefully. And we still don't know what their plan
is, Kall. Just taking Koyuki might not stop it."

"Whoa. Plan? What plan? Who said anything about a plan? And besides, our
mission is to grab the doc and hold her for the Japanese authorities. We
aren't here to stop any plan," Kall pointed out, grateful to see the gate open
so they wouldn't have to climb the wall to get out.

"With Koyuki involved, I'm sure there's a plan. And I'm also sure it will be
big and very bad. It's our duty to stop it, even if it isn't exactly part of
our assignment," she replied as they climbed into the VW.

"Maybe so, but how can you be so sure she's in Kahira's mansion?" Kallista
asked as she started the car.

"Because that place was saturated with the frequency that inhibits my natural
psychic abilities, the frequency Takagashi discovered," she added.

"Okay, so if busting in and knocking heads until we get some answers isn't the
plan, what are we gonna do? Get the local cops involved? Call in the FBI? Or
maybe have Holm send in Aegis reinforcements?" the blonde asked as she punched
the gas and shot across the street, laying down a solid patch of rubber as she
cranked the steering wheel and zoomed back down into the city.

"First thing we need to do is find out what their plan is so we can stop it.
And the only way I can think of to do that is to get Lilith alone so I can
read her mind and see what she knows," Jessica said thoughtfully.

"And that won't be easy, considering her office security and that blonde tank
who just about wrung our necks like we were a pair of game hens," Kallista
sighed as the VW flew down the winding hills as if they were on the
straight-away at the Indy 500.

"Hey, no one ever said this job would be easy," Jessica reminded her with a
laugh. "Besides, I think I know someone who can help us."

Kallista glanced sideways at the redhead and scowled as her car screamed
through an intersection and momentarily up onto the sidewalk to get around a
tourist-filled tour bus. "You've always got a plan, don't you, Jessica?" she
asked, swerving back into the road, causing the driver of the bus to hit his
brakes, sending the vehicle skidding sideways down the street and filling the
morning air with shrieks of terror.

"Always," Jessi replied. "It's the only way I've been able to survive all
these years."

"Yeah, and what's the plan for that baby inside you, huh?" Kall asked sharply
as the little car tore down the crowded street, straddling the dividing line
more often than not.

Jessica gasped and she wasn't sure if it was because of the blonde's words or
from a sudden jolt to her gut, as if she'd been kicked from within. But she
knew the latter was impossible, since the baby was little more than a
collection of cells at this point and didn't even have any feet to speak of
yet. "I'm working on it," she said evasively.

"So, you don't have a plan, do you?" Kall said triumphantly as she screeched
to a halt in front of the Hilton. She turned to look at Jessica and said,
"Have you given any thought at all to the kid's future?"

"I don't want to talk about this, Kallista. I'm tired and I want to get some
sleep. We've been up all night, in case you'd forgotten," she said, getting
out of the car.

"You can walk away from me, Jess, but you can't walk away from what's growing
inside you," Kall said as she followed the redhead inside the hotel lobby.

The two rode up the elevator silently and made their way to their respective
rooms and entered them without another word. But Jessica had barely removed
her shoes when the blonde burst into her room, saying, "Listen, Jessi, I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have put my nose into your business, especially after you
were nice enough to heal it for me."

"Twice," the redhead reminded her with a mischievous grin.

"Yeah. Anyway, I was wondering if we couldn't, you know, kiss and make up?"
she asked coyly, batting her eyes in an overblown fashion.

Jessica groaned and threw her hands into the air. "Why do I find it so
difficult to stay mad at you?" she cried, falling backwards onto her bed.

"Because I'm so darn cute and lovable," Kall giggled, pouncing on top of her
and kissing her playfully.

"There must be another reason," Jessica teased as the blonde slowly pulled her
shirt off and then bent down and teased the nipples free of her bra with her
tongue, sucking and licking them until they were hard as rocks.

"Because I'm so understanding, then," Kall suggested as she undid the bra and
slid it free. She then began to massage and caress the slightly cone-shaped
tits, bringing moans of satisfaction from the woman beneath her.

"Yeah, right!" Jessica laughed, reaching up to remove Kallista's shirt.
"Definitely not that." She placed her hands over the blonde's bra-encased
breasts and gently squeezed them, letting her fingers push against the lacy
material just hard enough to send ripples of enjoyment through Kall's body.

"Then it has to be because I'm such a generous and forgiving person," the
blonde said, keeping her hands on the redhead's breasts while moving her mouth
down to her taut stomach and licking the solid muscles beneath the thin layer
of fat that gave Jessica her scrumptious curves. Her tongue mischievously
circled her navel several times before plunging inside and bringing a squeal
of sheer delight from the redhead.

"You might be onto something there," Jessi agreed when she could catch her
breath again. She suddenly tugged the bra down, not only exposing Kallista's
lovely breasts, but also trapping her arms to her sides. She then expertly
flipped around so that the blonde was under her and sensuously worked her way
down her body with her hands and tongue until she reached the top of her
leather skirt. Without hesitation, she yanked the skirt down so that it was
around the trapped blonde's ankles and then grabbed hold of the lacy panties
near the leg opening and, with a single movement, tore them completely off.

"Oh!" Kall exclaimed as Jessica lowered her mouth to her neatly trimmed bush
and her tongue began to explore her nether regions with the same attention and
fondness with which it had delved into her upper body. "Are you-"

But her words were cut off when Jessica reached a hand up to cover her mouth
and gently took her throbbing clitoris between her teeth, tickling and
exciting it with her tongue while her other hand massaged the interior of the
blonde's pussy until Kallista's entire body was quivering with desire.

"Let it happen, Kall," Jessica purred without releasing her bite on the
sensitive organ. "I want it to. It's my gift to you. My way of saying thank
you and I'm sorry."

Jessica moved her hand so that her fingers were now in the blonde's mouth
instead of covering it and squeaked when Kall bit down on them as her body
erupted and she exploded in a shuddering climax. But the redhead wasn't
finished. Before Kallista could even begin to catch her breath, she had been
teased and tickled into yet another release. And then, hot on the heels of
that one, another, and another, and another, the orgasms continuing until she
was simply too exhausted to do anything but lie on her back and breathe, and
that just barely.

When Jessica realized that the blonde was utterly spent, she crawled up next
to her and kissed her, whispering, "When you care enough to send the very
best."

Too tired to even laugh, Kallista enjoyed the mingling tastes of her juices
and the redhead's sweet breath and salty saliva for as long as she could
before drifting off to blissful unconsciousness next to her partner, her
friend, her conqueror.

Jessica watched her sleep for a while before finally falling into a deep and
contented sleep herself.

To be continued...

(Soon)

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