Vice Girls Finish Last, Part IV
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
The star-studded, action-packed conclusion!


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 IV

(c) 2002 Autolycus

Here's the deal: This is the story of 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, but once they arrive in the City of
Angels things get disastrously complicated. Even though Jessica is convinced
that Koyuki is being kept somewhere on the grounds of the mansion belonging to
Lilith Kahira, the redhead is unwilling to simply grab the doctor before
discovering the details of whatever Takagashi has planned and putting a stop
to it. This results in Koyuki escaping in the company of Sakhmet, Farrah, and
her minions, and free to carry out their plan to enslave the children of the
world via Koyuki's frequency.

Lilith Kahira has problems of her own since her patron Goddess has begun to
suspect that her most favored Daughter may not be as faithful as she thought.
And Sakhmet has good reason to be suspicious because once Lilith learns the
details of the evil Goddess' plans, she works behind her back to try to
somehow stop her, going so far as not only confiding in her rival Farrah, but
also helping, however surreptitiously, Jessica and Kallista.

Meanwhile, Isako finally revealed that it was indeed she who had survived, and
not Reiko's partner Asami Komatsu, and managed to kill Inspector Miyazawa in
such a way that no suspicion would fall upon her, leaving her free to do
whatever she came all the way to America to do.

And finally, NightFox and Raven met up with Jessica and Kallista and, after a
brief battle, joined forces to not only subdue a small army of weapon-wielding
children that Sakhmet had left behind to ambush them when they showed up at
Lilith's mansion, but also to put a stop to the Goddess' evil once and for
all.

And, strangely enough, it looked like that final confrontation between the
forces of good and evil was going to take place in the most unlikely of
venues: A world-wide broadcast concert of The Vice Girls.

For Giordano

Before Kallista and Jessica turned off the main road, and into the front drive
of the Hollywood Hilton, they couldn't help but notice the flashing lights of
several police cars and a couple of ambulances over by the delivery entrance
at the back of the hotel. The two Aegis agents exchanged puzzled looks and
then drove over to see what had happened.

"Hey, isn't that your cop boyfriend?" Kall said with a giggle as they pulled
up next to one of the police cars.

"Very funny, Kall," Jessica said, getting out of the VW and walking over to a
very surprised Ray Parker. "Hi, Ray. What's up?"

"Jessica? What are you doing here?" Ray inquired.

"This is my hotel. Agent Blackhart and I were on our way back here for the
night when we noticed the flashing lights from the road and decided to
investigate. So, what happened?" she repeated, glancing over his shoulder to
get a better look at the stretcher being rolled out with a covered figure on
it.

"Someone killed three of the hotel's employees. We found two in that van and
one in the kitchen," Ray informed her, eyeing her suspiciously. "This wouldn't
have anything to do with you and your partner over there, would it?"

"Actually, I think it does," the striking redhead confessed. "You'd better
send some officers up to suite 2051. Oh, and you'd probably better call in
another ambulance."

"Just how many bodies are up in your room?" Ray asked, frowning slightly.

"Three. And they're in Agent Blackhart's room. I'm in 2049," she added with a
coy wink as she turned and walked back over to the VW.

"You're gonna kill that poor man, Chance," the blonde said mockingly as she
drove around to the front of the hotel. She handed the valet a bill and she
and the redhead made their way into the quiet lobby.

"I like him. He's a decent sort of guy," Jessica replied as they headed for
the elevator.

"I think the operative word there is 'guy.' I thought you were strictly on the
girl's team?" Kall asked suspiciously as they rode up to their floor.

"Right now I'm pretty much on the bench," Jessi reminded her. "But, seriously,
I've never given much thought to my sexual orientation before. I just sort of
happened to have fallen in love with women... so far," the redhead added.
"It's not like I'm averse to men, Kall."

"Hey, don't expect me to argue with that philosophy. I don't limit myself in
any way, shape, or form when it comes to satisfying myself sexually," the
blonde grinned. "The only thing I draw the line at is commitment. I'm 100%
against it."

"How utterly... male of you, Ms. Blackhart," Jessica commented as they walked
down the hall to their rooms.

"News flash for you, Jess: Men don't have a monopoly on being emotionally
distant. They just happen to be better at it most of the time," Kall added
with a wink as they entered her room.

The light mood instantly changed when they saw all the blood and the three
dead women, with the woman they thought was Inspector Asami Komatsu sitting in
the far corner with her legs drawn up tightly against her chest, sobbing
quietly.

"Asami? Are you all right? I mean, you're not hurt too badly, are you?"
Jessica said quickly, rushing over and kneeling next to her while Kallista
examined the corpses. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

"Please, forgive my emotional outburst on the phone earlier," she replied,
wiping away at her tears and struggling to her feet. "It was most
unprofessional of me."

"Asami, don't worry about that. It was not only a perfectly reasonable
reaction, but a very healthy one," the redhead assured her, hugging her a bit
awkwardly, since the Japanese woman didn't participate in the gesture, other
than to allow herself to be hugged. "Now, do you need anything before the
police arrive?"

"No, thank you, Agent Chance. But if you could possibly arrange for them to
limit their questions tonight..." She looked up at the redhead with hopeful
eyes.

"Of course. You're an official guest of the US government, Asami, and as such
I will see that you are not forced to endure any more than is absolutely
necessary for the execution of justice," Jessica assured her. Across the room
Kall grunted sharply at the mention of the word 'justice,' but didn't offer
any further comments as she inspected the bodies and the room.

"Thank you, Agent Chance," Isako replied just as a trio of detectives entered
the room.

Jessica escorted Isako over to them and patiently explained that she was a
foreign dignitary and had acted in what was clearly self-defense. The
detectives took a brief statement from Isako, as a pair of paramedics tended
to her wounds, and then told the women that they could leave and that if
everything was as they had said there shouldn't be any need to bother them
further. Jessica, Kallista, and Isako made their way over to the next room as
the blonde's former room filled with photographers and investigators.

"Now, Asami, let me heal you properly," the redhead said, guiding Isako over
to the bed. "You'll have to take off your clothes." Isako nodded and quickly
slipped out of her bloody clothing so that she was wearing nothing but a pair
of silk panties. Jessica placed her fingertips on the Japanese babe's temples
and closed her eyes and concentrated. Or, rather, didn't concentrate. In fact,
she did the exact opposite of concentrating and emptied her mind of all
thoughts. Slowly, a healing warmth spread throughout the other woman's body as
Jessica's hands gently caressed her bruised and battered form. The redhead's
fingers danced lightly across her breasts, bringing a sigh of pleasure from
the injured woman, and then moved down to her belly. As Jessica placed her
palms against the sensual curve of Isako's stomach, Kallista couldn't help but
notice that the bruises that had covered her face were nearly gone and smiled
at the memory of Jessica using the same technique to heal her nose...twice.

The American next slid her hands quickly over Isako's underwear and onto her
creamy thighs. And again, the Japanese babe shuddered with delight as the
healing warmth spread through her lower body and her legs. As if on a silent
cue, Isako turned over onto her stomach and Jessi's hands moved back up her
body, spending extra time on the many abrasions her back had before reaching
her neck. One there, the redhead took her time, half-massaging/half-healing
her until Isako let out a last rapturous sigh and seemed to sink into the
bedding, purring like a contented kitten.

"You're welcome to the bed, Asami," Jessica said. "I'll take the floor and
Kall can sleep on the sofa."

"I will not hear of it. The bed is easily large enough to comfortably
accommodate all three of us," Isako stated, lifting her head and fixing her
dark eyes on the redhead. "I shall take a bath and when I am finished, I
expect to find you both asleep in the bed, where I will join you. I will not
take 'no' for an answer, agents." She then got up and strode into the bathroom
and shut the door. A moment later, the two Aegis operatives heard the sound of
the bathtub filling with water.

"I'm certainly not gonna argue with her," Kall said, shrugging out of her
clothes and heading for the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Jessi hissed, shedding her own clothes and trailing
after the blonde.

"I could use a bath, too-Or at least a shower-so I thought I'd see if Asami
needed her back scrubbed," she grinned, opening the door. "Coming?"

Jessica rolled her emerald eyes and followed her into the bathroom.

"I was hoping you would join me," Isako said from the bubble-filled tub. "I do
not wish to be alone right now."

The two Americans slid into the warm water on either side of the Japanese
woman and stared awkwardly at each other for a moment before Kall reached back
and rang the night desk and ordered some champagne for them. By the time the
champagne arrived-And it was difficult to tell if the porter who brought it
was more disappointed at not being invited to join the three women or at the
way the bubbles covered everything up-they were much more at ease with other
and were discussing old cases and trading war stories.

"She actually thought she could kidnap the Vice-President's sister and escape
with her by a mid-air transfer from one plane to another," Jessica said,
shaking her head.

"Criminals in America are much more brazen than in Japan, but I still say that
our felons are more deadly and ruthless," Isako said, hiding a grin behind her
champagne glass.

"It's hard to argue with that," Kall agreed. "Last time I was in Japan, I had
to deal with a whacked out cult that didn't think twice about carving people
up to make their point."

"And what was their point?" Jessica asked, recalling that Aegis had become
involved when the American Ambassador's daughter was taken hostage.

"That was the problem: They didn't really have one," Kall shrugged. "As near
as I could figure, their basic philosophy was to kill everyone that wasn't in
the cult, especially foreigners."

"I remember them. The Cult of the New Moon, right?" Isako asked, recalling
that even she and her fujinjas had been appalled by the fringe group's
brutality.

"Yeah, that was them," the blonde nodded. "I can't say I was overly upset at
having to take out every last one of them in order to complete my assignment.
Crazy motherfuckers actually wanted to die..."

"It's not so much that they wanted to die, Agent Blackhart, as that they would
not, or perhaps I should say could not, allow themselves to be taken alive as
it would prevent them from fulfilling the sacred rites of their order, thus
dooming them to an eternity of damnation in the lowest pit of Hell," Isako
explained.

"So, by killing them, I actually did them a favor?" Kall inquired, giggling
slightly as she gulped down her fourth glass of bubbly.

"Only if you think their beliefs are valid," the Japanese woman replied,
sipping at her second drink.

"Maybe the important thing is that you believe, and not necessarily what you
believe..." Jessica mused, staring at the bubbles in her third glass.

"Huh?" Kall asked and then hiccoughed, causing all three of them to burst out
laughing.

"I'm just saying what if whatever happens to you when you die isn't determined
by any absolute truths, but by what you believe will happen and nothing else?"
the redhead continued once the laughing had ceased. "Like, if you believe in
Heaven and all that and believe you've led a good life, then that's where
you'll end up. Likewise, if you don't believe in anything, oblivion is all
that awaits you."

"That's some pretty chilling shit, Jess," Kall commented, pouring herself
another glass.

"And what of those who believe in reincarnation?" Isako asked.

"Ooh, you just had to bring that up, didn't you, Asami?" Jessica laughed.
"Well, I suppose the same would hold true for them."

"But would they actually be reincarnated or just think they had been?" Isako
pressed.

"Huh?" Kall asked.

"It seems to me that Agent Chance is proposing that the afterlife is more like
an extended state of consciousness where our own thoughts and beliefs seem
real. Or are you suggesting that in the final moment of life, an individual
lives out whatever afterlife fantasy they imagine to be waiting for them?"
Isako asked.

"Both. And neither. See, what I'm saying is that maybe the universe is
structured in such a way that it incorporates whatever a person believes into
their afterlife experience. It's very real for that person, but it's also real
on its own terms. I'm not talking about any sort of eternity in a moment of
time stuff. I'm talking about long, long, long, long, long, ad infinitum time
eternity," she explained, draining her glass and handing it to Kall for a
refill.

"And where does the divine fit into this charmingly egocentric view of the
universe?" Isako asked, settling back and fixing the redhead with a steely
gaze.

"Yeah, well, maybe the divine is more like an energy than a personality and
that energy is what not only provides the glue that holds the universe
together, but also is the impetus for the spark of life, too," Jessica said,
thoughtfully sipping her drink.

"People have been killed as recently as the last century for voicing such
blasphemy," Isako reminded her with a chuckle. "But, okay, let's assume that
Christianity, Judaism, Gaiaism, and all the rest are just wishful thinking, I
still don't see how this electrical deity of yours fits into your afterlife is
what you make it theory."

"I've never actually put this into words before, Asami, so forgive the
awkwardness and incompleteness of my theory," Jessica said with a smile.

"Of course. I'm just interested in this subject, what with the recent deaths
of so many of my colleagues," Isako replied.

"Oh...! Asami, I don't know what I was thinking, even talking about this stuff
in light of the-" Jessi began, but Isako cut her off.

"Don't apologize, Agent Chance. I think this is what I need to hear right now.
What I need to think about, to take my mind off the insignificance of our
lives. It gives me some measure of peace to think that we might have such
power over our own destinies and that Reiko and the others are in the places
they deserve to be," Isako explained, absently wondering how much of her
curiosity was genuine and how much was just to encourage the two agents to
like and trust her. "Please, continue."

"Um, well, the way I see it is that the electricity powers our beliefs about
the afterlife, taking our ideas and hopes and dreams, and, yes, even our
fears, darkest thoughts and nightmares, and making them real. Naturally, there
have been certain individuals throughout history who have been sort of
supercharged by this electricity and been granted amazing insights into the
way the universe operates," Jessica continued.

"But, naturally, they have filtered this knowledge through the sieve of their
particular beliefs and cultural traditions, right?" Isako asked.

"Exactly. People like Abraham, Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, even Sister Penelope
and others of less renown were plugged into the universe, which explains why
all their messages are essentially the same, but they spread their insights
using language and symbols that those around them could relate to," Jessica
went on, glancing over at Kall, who was snoring slightly. She took the
half-empty champagne glass from her hand and set it on the edge of the tub.

"Fascinating theory, Agent Chance, but it might yet get you burned at the
stake for blasphemy," Isako added with a slight laugh. She drained her glass.
"Shall we go to bed before our skin becomes like that of old women?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sleepy," Jessica agreed, finishing off her drink and then
hoisting the sleeping blonde onto her shoulders.

Isako raised her eyebrows in surprise and followed the redhead and her load
into the main room. Jessica gently laid Kallista on the bed and then crawled
in next to her, in the middle of the bed, leaving Isako to join her on her
left side.

After laying in the silent darkness for a while, Isako quietly asked, "Would
you mind holding me terribly much, Agent Chance?"

"Only on one condition: That you stop with the agent stuff and call Kall and I
by our first names, Sam," she replied with a grin.

"As you wish, Jessica," answered Isako, snuggling up to the redhead and
wrapping her arms around her. The Japanese babe nestled her head between
Jessica's slightly conical breasts and almost casually flicked her tongue out,
teasing the hard pink nipple and bringing a pant of shock from the agent.
"Does that displease you, Jessica?" she asked coyly, taking the teat in her
mouth and sucking on it erotically.

"Not exactly. It just surprises and confuses me, Sam," the redhead replied.
"To tell the truth, it's very nice." Jessica wiggled with pleasure as Isako's
hands roamed over her body, lightly caressing it until they came to rest on
her breasts.

Isako grinned and removed her mouth and playfully squeezed the redhead's tits,
pressing her nails against the yielding flesh just enough to cause Jessica to
gasp in sensual pain. "You like it a little rough, don't you, Jessica?" the
Japanese woman asked, increasing the pressure she was applying to the
American's tits. Jessica shook her head, biting her lower lip to keep from
crying out, and Isako chuckled and said mockingly, "Of course you don't.
You're a good girl." She then tightened her grip to the point where her nails
almost broke the sensitive skin.

Jessica barely suppressed a delighted squeal by biting down hard enough on her
lower lip to cause it to bleed. Isako released one of the reddening tits and
slowly wiped the blood off with her index finger. She held it up to her lips
and then looked down at the redhead before plunging the bloody digit into her
mouth and sensually licked it clean. "Your blood tastes good, Jessica. Does
the same hold true for your other juices?" she asked, sliding down the
quivering body of the American until she reached her groin. Isako gently pried
her legs apart and then thrust her face into the neatly trimmed muff of the
agent and began lapping at her pussy with deliberate flicks of her silky
tongue.

"N-no..." Jessica protested, weakly pushing the Japanese babe's head back.

"Yes, Jessica. You know you want it, and I want to do this. Relax and let me
please you," Isako softly urged. When the redhead's only reply was a stifled
moan of pleasure, she resumed eating the American out.

Next to Jessica, Kallista's brown eyes filled with tears and she silently
cried herself to sleep.

* * * * *

Once Jessica and Kallista had left for their hotel, NightFox turned to Lilith
and asked pointedly, "Why didn't you spill who I really am to those two?"
Raven gulped loudly and tried not to look as worried as she felt.

Lilith smiled with more than a hint of malevolence and replied, "Your secret
is far too valuable to share with just anyone, Erishkigal."

"Don't you have enough money yet?" Raven groaned.

"Can anyone ever have enough money, darling?" Lilith said with a chuckle. "But
I wasn't referring to its monetary value. To be blunt, I have enemies and I
can't think of any better way to protect myself than to have an
honest-to-goodness Goddess as my personal bodyguard."

"Especially since one of your enemies happens to be an honest-to-goodness
Goddess herself," added NightFox with a scowl. "Or do you think Sakhmet was
bluffing when she told you that you'd really regret it if you ever betrayed
her again right before Inanna and I beat you senseless?"

"She was deadly serious, of course, which is all the more reason why I need
you on my side," Lilith confessed.

"Get this straight right now, Kahira. I might save your life and I might even
help you out from time to time, but you and I will never be on the same side.
And if I ever find out you've told anyone-Anyone at all-about Vixen and I
being one and the same person I will put such a hurting on you that you'll
wish Sakhmet had dealt with you instead, got it?" NightFox growled, staring
deep into the Egyptian's dark eyes.

"So long as I can count on your help, your secret is safe with me," Lilith
assured her, shrugging her shapely shoulders.

"Now, I'm going to need some time tomorrow with The Vice Girls. I trust you
can arrange that," NightFox said, bracing herself for the wild screaming she
knew would come from Vixen at Lilith's answer.

"Of course. But why? They're all in their 20's and won't be affected by
Koyuki's device," Lili pointed out.

"Since it looks like Sakhmet is going to use music to control kids, I figure
I'd better be prepared to fight fire with fire, so to speak," NightFox
grinned, winking at Raven, who was having a hard time containing her own
excitement at the idea of meeting her favorite band.

"But you won't be you tomorrow afternoon, technically speaking," Lilith
reminded her.

"Just because I'm not in control doesn't mean I'm not conscious," NightFox
explained. "Just arrange some time for us to spend with the band and call
Genevieve with the details." She turned and headed down the long driveway and
Raven followed her.

"Um, why don't you just do that memory-wipe thing on her?" the sidekick asked
as they approached the front gates, which slowly opened before them.

"Her connection with Sakhmet is apparently preventing me," NightFox growled,
recalling how she had tried to do so after Lupe and Simone had rescued Vixen
from her office shortly after they had first bonded. While she had been able
to remove any knowledge of her identity from the minds of the werewolf and the
actress, along with Lilith's assistant and chauffeur, she had been unable to
do so in regards to that of the Egyptian herself, no matter how hard she
tried. "But my hope is that once Sakhmet has been banished from this realm,
however temporarily, I will be able to remove our secret from her mind
permanently."

"Let's hope you're right, and that we're successful in defeating Sakhmet
tomorrow night," Raven nodded, putting on her helmet and mounting her
motorcycle. "In the meantime... WAHOO!!! I can't fucking believe I'm gong to
meet the Vice Girls in the oh-so-yummy flesh!"

"Vixen seconds that feeling," NightFox sighed, wondering if the screaming in
her head would ever stop.

* * * * *

The horrifying creature, all the more terrible because it was the full-moon
form of her lover, Lupe, picked her up, its claw-like fingers pressing deep
into her throat, and then tossed her across the parking lot. She crashed
headfirst into Saba and then her world went black...

Simone Stallion opened her dazzling blue eyes and smiled at the sight of Lupe
sitting next to her bed, gazing at her with deep brown eyes that were full of
concern. Then, the gorgeous actress scowled and said softly, "You really don't
have to stay here all the time, Lupe. You should go and get some rest."

"Lupe is perfectly happy to stay here, by your side, querida. In fact, I would
be happy no where else," the big Spaniard assured her, reaching over and
taking her hand and gently squeezing it, even though she was well aware that
her lover could feel nothing below her neck. "Besides, if Matisse can stay,
then so can Lupe," she added, glancing over at the petite French maid.

"Perhaps both of you should take some time off..." Simone suggested.

"I will be here until Madame is released," the maid said quickly. "And I will
not hear anything about leaving a minute before that happens."

Simone sighed. "I've gotten used to Matisse's stubborn streak, but I was
hoping you would be more reasonable, Lupe. I'm in a hospital and I'm perfectly
safe-" She suddenly stopped.

"From me, you mean," Lupe said dejectedly.

"That's not what I meant, baby," the actress insisted.

But Lupe stood up and let go of her hand, letting it fall limply back onto the
blanket, and nodded her head, "You are right, querida, maybe it is for the
best if Lupe leaves you for a while. I will see how Jessica is coming with
your cure and see if she needs any help with whatever she is doing here." She
bent down to kiss Simone's cheek and then quickly left the room.

"It's for the best, Madame," said Matisse when Simone began softly crying.
"You said it yourself."

"Shut up, Matisse. Better yet, why don't you follow her example and get out of
here, too," Simone suggested.

"I think not, Madame, but I will honor your request for silence," the maid
replied.

Simone closed her eyes and hoped that this time the dreams would be more
pleasant.

Lupe, meanwhile, made her way through the quiet halls of the nearly deserted
hospital, hoping that Jessica would be awake and available to talk to her. The
big Spaniard had never felt this alone since following the redhead to America
and she desperately needed to spend some time with her friend and
sometime-lover right now. Upon reaching the street entrance she quickly
climbed into a cab and within a few minutes was at the Hollywood Hilton.

She noted the presence of a police car, but gave little thought to it as she
entered the lobby and approached the night clerk's desk.

"I need to know the room number of one of your guests," she told the
thin-framed, middle-aged man behind the counter. His nametag read "Maurice."

"It's past two a.m., madam. Why don't you let me call up to the room and see
if anyone's available?" he suggested. Lupe sullenly nodded and he asked, "The
guest's name?"

"Jessica Chance," Lupe replied.

"It will just be a minute," he said as his fingers tapped across the keys of
his keyboard. "Oh, dear..." Maurice said softly as he gazed at the computer
screen.

"What's wrong?" Lupe demanded, straining to look at the screen.

"I'm afraid Ms. Chance had some trouble earlier."

"Is she all right?" Lupe yelped.

"Yes, she's fine, but six other people aren't. How do you know Ms. Chance?"
Maurice asked suspiciously, looking at the wild-haired, bronze-skinned Amazon
before him more carefully than he had previously.

"She is Lupe's friend. A very close friend," Lupe stressed.

"I see. Very well, Lupe. Let me call up to her room and tell her that you're
here." He pressed the screen and then waited while the system connected him to
her room. After several rings, the phone was picked up. "Ms. Chance?" he
asked.

"Hold on," mumbled Kallista irritably. "It's for you, Jessica."

"Hello? This is Jessica. Who is this?"

"Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Chance, especially in light of all that you've been
through this evening, but a friend of yours is down here and would like to
come up. Her name is Lupe. Shall I send her up?"

"Um, no. Tell her to hang on and I'll be right down," the redhead said,
glancing over at Kallista and then down at Asami.

"Very good, Ms. Chance. I'll relay that information to her."

"Well?" Lupe said anxiously.

"She said for you to wait here and she'll be right down," Maurice informed
her, the merest hint of a smug smile playing about the corners of his
thin-lipped mouth.

Lupe scowled and went over to a large chair and plopped herself down in it to
wait.

Up in Jessica's room, as the redhead hurriedly got dressed, Kall asked,
"What's the big rush?"

"Lupe is downstairs. It must be something important for her to come at this
time of night," she replied as she pulled a shirt over her head.

"Another distraction," Kall mumbled into her pillow. "Have fun."

Jessica leaned down and kissed the blonde on the cheek. "Try to behave
yourself with Asami while I'm gone," she giggled, looking over at the sleeping
Japanese babe.

Kall grumbled and wiped at her cheek and Jessi shrugged her shoulders and left
the room.

"Are you angry with Jessica, Kallista?" Isako asked quietly the second the
door had clicked shut.

"You're awake? I thought you were sleeping," Kall said, rolling over to look
at her.

"I'm a very light sleeper. As are you, I suspect," Isako added, her dark eyes
glinting in the dim light. Kall turned away but Isako reached over and rolled
her back so that they were facing each other. She began to fondle the blonde's
tits and said, "Please, Kallista, don't be angry because Jessica and I pleased
each other. I was very sorry you chose not to join us, even though I was sure
you were awake."

"It seemed like a private party," Kall replied, her brown eyes closing as the
small hands continued to caress her chest.

"I'm positive neither of us would have minded had you decided to join us,"
Isako said, moving closer to the blonde and placing her leg over the top of
Kall's thighs. "But, perhaps it was for the best. Now you and I can have our
own private party." She smiled and then leaned in close and kissed Kallista,
gently touching her lips to the blonde's.

Kallista responded by wrapping her arms around the Japanese babe and pulling
her close and then kissing her back, hard and hot, forcing her tongue into her
mouth almost frantically. Isako likewise kissed her back and her hands slid
down her taut frame and to the moist triangle between her legs. As her fingers
penetrated the flesh surrounded by the neatly trimmed muff, Kall's mouth
opened in a gasp of surprise and Isako took that opportunity to plunge her own
tongue into the American's mouth. When the blonde was nearly breathless, the
Japanese babe slowly and sensuously licked her way down her throat, across her
breasts and firm abdominals until she reached the blonde thatch of pubic hair.

"You can always stop me by telling me to cease," Isako grinned, her mouth
poised above the glistening lower lips of the blonde.

In response, Kall reached down and grabbed her head with both hands and forced
her face between her legs. Isako was only too happy to oblige and immediately
began pleasuring her like she'd never experienced before.

Down in the lobby, meanwhile, Lupe saw Jessica emerge from the elevator and
the two fell into each other's arms and kissed platonically at first, only for
the embrace to become more passionate in a matter of seconds. When they pulled
apart, Lupe glanced over and smiled when she saw Maurice quickly look away.

"So, what's the big emergency?" Jessica asked as they headed outside and into
the cool night air.

"There's no real emergency," Lupe confessed, looking away sheepishly. "I just
missed you and wanted to talk to you."

"And you couldn't wait until morning, when normal people talk?" Jessica
teased.

"Neither of us are hardly what Lupe would describe as 'normal,' amiga," the
Spaniard smiled. "Besides, I needed to get out of the hospital for a while."

"I understand, Lupe. How is Simone doing?"

"She doesn't say so, but I know that she is scared of me. To tell the truth,
Jessica, I am afraid of me, too. I wish I could forget all that I did while I
was... that other thing, but I can't get the images of those poor little ones
out of my head!" she sobbed. "I am a monster, Jessica. You should have-"

"What? Killed you? Turned you over to the authorities so they could study and
probably dissect you?" Jessica said quickly. "No. I couldn't have lived with
myself if I'd done either of those things. It wasn't your fault, Lupe. What
happened to Simone, what happened to those kids, none of it. If it was
anybody's fault, it was mine. I should never have messed around with your
biology. What right did I have to think I could find a cure for something
that's been around for thousands, if not millions, of years? I'm the one who
took your curse and made it into a nightmare. I'm the real monster." The
redhead stopped and sat down on the curb, cupping her chin in her hands.

Lupe sat down next to her and wrapped her arms around her. "You're not a
monster, querida. And neither am I. We're just two people trying to do our
best who have made some mistakes. Some costly mistakes," the Spaniard said
quietly. "But the only way we can make up for our pasts is to do better in the
future. I'll find some way to pay for what I did, and you've already put the
knowledge you gained from my lycanthropy to good use by using it to repair
Simone's injury. I know you'll find other uses for it, too, and the world will
be a better place because of it."

"No, Lupe, because of us," the redhead corrected.

"When will you begin Simone's treatment?" Lupe asked after a minute spent
snuggling in silence with her friend.

"As soon as I've dealt with Sakhmet and Koyuki," Jessi replied. "There's
really no hurry since the cure won't happen until the first day of the next
full moon cycle, and that's not until the 27th."

"Sakhmet? The Egyptian Goddess?" Lupe inquired, her voice quivering with
either fear or anger.

"Is there another one?" Jessica replied with a gruff laugh. "You sound like
you know her..."

"We met. Once. A long time ago. It was not a pleasant experience," Lupe said
slowly. "She is here? In LA? Now?"

"Unfortunately, yes, to all three questions. And if Kall and I don't stop her,
she might very well bring about the end of the world." The redhead suddenly
got a very strange look on her face and her green eyes seemed to glaze over.

"What is it, Jessica? What's wrong?" Lupe asked, concerned.

"I just realized that this is 2012, the year the Mayan calendar ends. For
years cultists and fringe groups have speculated that the Mayan calendar ends
in 2012 because the world ends. Goddess, help us, Lupe, what if they're
right?" the redhead asked desperately.

"Then we shall not have to worry about making any more mistakes," Lupe replied
with a throaty chuckle. "But, honestly, Jessica, how can you believe such a
fairy's tale, after all you have been through? Lupe has lived for many years
and seen many strange and wonderful and, yes, terrible things, but she has
never surrendered to destiny and has always fought to be the mistress of her
own fate. I will not let a people long dead determine my future, nor will I
stand idly by and allow Sakhmet to harm a single soul if it is in my power to
prevent her. So, querida, tell Lupe how she can help you put an end to
Sakhmet's evil plans and she will do whatever you say."

"I love you, Lupe," Jessi said, bursting into tears and burying her face in
the Spaniard's shoulder.

"And I love you, Jessica. More than you know," she added softly as she gently
stroked the redhead's hair. "Now, tell me about Sakhmet's plan and then how
we're going to send that bitch back to the Hell that spawned her."

As the pair made their way back to the Hilton, the redhead explained what she
knew of Koyuki's device and Sakhmet's plan to use it at the Vice Girls'
concert that evening and then asked, "Where should we pick you up on our way
to the stadium?"

"Right now, Lupe is going to Dr. Plodder's to get some sleep, but she will be
at the hospital all day tomorrow," the Spaniard smiled, kissing Jessica and
then stepping into a cab.

The redhead nodded and watched the taxi drive off before heading inside,
ignoring the leering man at the night desk as she walked through the lobby and
to the elevators. She tried not to think about what she and Asami had done,
but she couldn't help but feel some excitement that her concern at not wanting
to hurt the Japanese babe's feelings at this trying time for her had allowed
her to experience the first real orgasm she'd had since she and Melanie had
temporarily swapped bodies-She could hardly count the sex she'd had with
Brother Abel while under his control as 'real.' More than the release,
however, was the fact that she'd felt sexual pleasure prior to the climax, and
not once during the whole session had she so much as thought about Horst or
Winsome or Abel and how they'd violated her. She could hardly believe that the
nightmare was over and that she was 'cured,' so to speak, but the only way she
knew to test this was to make love again, or rather, to be made love to again.

But this time she wanted Kallista to be her partner, figuring it was the least
she could do after stonewalling her ever since this mission started.

She quietly opened the door and wasn't sure exactly how she felt at seeing the
blonde and the Asian snuggled in each other's arms, their faces inches apart
and their bodies covered with a sheen of perspiration. Jessi closed the door
and was startled when Kall rolled over and beckoned her to climb in next to
her. With a reserved smile, she shimmied out of her clothes and slid into the
bed.

"How did things go with Lupe?" Kall whispered, looking deep into the emerald
eyes of the redhead.

"Fine. She'll be helping us tomorrow night," Jessica replied, staring
quizzically back into the blonde's brown eyes.

"Good to hear. We can use all the help we can get," Kall said, reaching up and
lightly caressing Jessi's cheek.

"I'm sorry, Kall," Jessica said, reaching up for the hand.

"I understand," the blonde replied, pulling her hand away.

But Jessica grabbed her wrist and held the hand to her lips and softly kissed
the tips of her fingers. "I don't think you do," she smiled, gently forcing
the hand down her body and between her legs.

Kall's eyes snapped open in surprise and she opened her mouth but Jessica
placed the fingers of her other hand on her lips and shook her head. She then
leaned forward and kissed her passionately while her hands fondled the small,
but beautifully round, breasts and teased the pink nipples to erection.

The blonde's hand worked its magic, bringing Jessica to a shuddering climax in
no time, but she wasn't finished with the redhead. After a deep kiss, she
plunged beneath the covers and sensuously slid her tongue down the length of
Jessi's body until it reached her quivering lower lips. Without hesitation,
she dove into the muff and it was all the redhead could do not to shriek with
pleasure as the blonde's tongue expertly brought her to multiple climaxes.

When Jessica was almost unconscious from the onslaught of delight she was
feeling, Kall stopped and emerged from the covers, wiping the redhead's love
juices from her mouth before kissing her. But this time the blonde's lips were
gentle, knowing that Jessica was near the point of passing out, and she smiled
as the redhead fought to stay awake and return her kisses.

"It's all right, Jess. Go to sleep. Everything is all right now," Kall
promised her, pulling her close and placing her head on her shoulder as she
lightly brushed her face. "Everything is perfect."

Beside the pair of exhausted lovers, Isako grinned malevolently and then
drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

Cassandra Trotter's dark eyes snapped open and she strained to hear whatever
had woken her up. Then, she heard a car door slam shut and got out of bed and
looked out her window just in time to see a taxi pulling away and a familiar
figure standing in her driveway and staring at the door, as if she was unsure
whether or not to come in, whether or not she was welcome. Cassie threw on an
old robe and stepped into her slippers as fast as she could and rushed down
the stairs and opened the front door, startling Lupe.

"You just gonna stand out there all night?" she asked the Spaniard with a coy
smile. Lupe grinned and then braced herself as the smaller woman practically
lunged into an embrace. "I've been so worried about you!" she exclaimed,
holding Lupe tightly.

"I wasn't sure if I should come back," Lupe said, pulling back and looking the
black woman in the eyes.

"You'll always be welcome here, dear," Cassie assured her, taking her hand and
leading her inside.

"I know that. I meant that I wasn't sure if it would be safe for you if I came
back," Lupe explained.

Cassie bit her lower lip and then shook her head. "Put that out of your mind,
Lupe. You won't be taking that form again for a while yet, and in the meantime
I know that Jessica is working on ways to contain you come the next full
moon," she said as they walked slowly up the stairs.

"Yes, thank the Goddess she has finally given up on her attempts to cure me.
Lupe isn't sure she would survive another of those," she laughed and hugged
Cassandra again. "Thank you." She then turned and entered the spare bedroom
and plopped herself onto the bed and was already sound asleep by the time Dr.
Trotter had crawled back into her own bed.

* * * * *

Jessica and Kallista and Isako were enjoying the hotel's room service
breakfast when the phone rang. "Hello?" the redhead mumbled through a mouth
full of bagels and lox. She quickly swallowed and said, "Good morning, Ma'am,"
causing the blonde's face to take on an unusually concerned expression. "I was
just getting ready to file my report on that, Ma'am. I understand. No, of
course I don't, but... Yes, Ma'am. This thing will be wrapped up by tonight.
You have my personal guarantee. Yes, Ma'am. I will, Ma'am. Goodbye."

"How pissed off is she?" Kall asked as Jessica hung up the phone.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd say she's about a 12," the redhead replied. "The
Japanese authorities are furious, to put it mildly, and if we don't deliver
Koyuki to you and get you both on a plane by midnight..." She looked at the
Japanese babe and shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm sorry your superior is upset with you. Perhaps if I talked to her...?"
Isako suggested.

"I doubt that would help, but thanks for the offer, Sam. The only thing that
will get her blood pressure down is if we get you and Koyuki out of here as
soon as possible," Jessica said, looking sweetly at the woman she thought was
Asami.

"So, what's the plan for this afternoon?" Kall asked, sliding off the end of
the bed and beginning her morning stretches, much to the delight of the other
two women.

"Huh? Did you say something?" Jessica smirked after watching the lithe blonde
for a few minutes.

"Maybe if you took this more seriously..." Kall teased as she bent over and
touched her toes, giving them a great view of her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

"Very funny. Well, there's not much we can do, except wait at the stadium for
Koyuki and Sakhmet to show up," the redhead replied, drool beginning to run
down her chin.

"Sakhmet?" inquired Isako, looking quizzically at Jessica.

"She's, uh, Koyuki's partner," Jessi said awkwardly.

"Perhaps it is time you told me just what Takagashi's plan is and how you
intend to apprehend her?" the Japanese babe suggested, her dark eyes growing
suddenly serious.

"Yeah, I guess it is," Jessica agreed. She then told Isako all she knew about
what Koyuki and Sakhmet were planning, including who Sakhmet really was.

"Ah, the 'honest-to-goodness Goddess' you spoke of when we first met," Isako
commented, glancing at Kallista.

The blonde nodded. "I've met her face to face and she's one nasty bitch. I
just hope NightFox really is a Goddess, too, or we might all be in for a world
of hurt come tonight."

"Which reminds me..." Jessica said, reaching over and picking up the phone.
She dialed an outside number and then said, "Good morning, Commissioner Yates.
Thanks, I'll pass your condolences on to Inspector Komatsu. I wanted to warn
you to expect trouble at tonight's Vice Girls concert, and not just the
typical goings on that happen at every concert. You remember those random
attacks made by kids a few days ago? Well, expect that same sort of thing
tonight, only multiplied exponentially. I really don't have time to
explain-And I'm not sure you'd believe it anyway-just have your people on
alert in case Kallista and I fail. And you might want to pass this warning on
to other police departments. Yes, all over the country. Same to you,
Commissioner Yates."

"Shouldn't we warn the rest of the world? If this thing happens, it's not just
a USA thing, you know," Kall reminded the redhead.

A loud knock on the door caused Jessica to get up and out of bed. "I wouldn't
know how to begin going about that, Kall, and I doubt we could get anyone
outside the US to take our threat seriously anyway," she said, opening the
door.

"I might be able to help you with that," grinned a familiar blonde dressed in
a black suit. "That is, if your trouble is what I think it is."

"Danielle!" exclaimed Jessica, throwing her arms around the smaller woman and
hugging her close.

"Nice to see you again, too, Jessica," she replied, returning the embrace and
adding a passionate kiss.

Kallista and Isako exchanged puzzled, half-jealous, glances and Jessica
remembered that she and Dani weren't alone and pulled back breathlessly. "Um,
Danielle, this is Kallista Blackhart and Tokyo Special Forces Unit Inspector
Asami Komatsu. Kall is a fellow Aegis agent and Sam is here on behalf of the
Japanese government to take an escaped prisoner back to serve out her
sentence."

"That would be Dr. Koyuki Takagashi, right? The one whose device allows
Sakhmet to bend the minds of all youths to her will," Dani said, shaking each
of their hands.

"Right," Kall said, frowning slightly. "I didn't catch what agency you work
for. MI5? SAS? The accent is definitely English."

"Actually, I grew up in New Zealand, and as for which agency I work for, well,
I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," Dani replied with a grin. "And
it really would be a shame to have to terminate a hot ticket like you."

Kall's scowl deepened and then she suddenly realized that she wasn't wearing
anything but panties and an oversized T-shirt and hurriedly excused herself to
the bathroom. Isako quickly followed since she was clad in nothing but a bra
and panties herself.

"I hope I didn't make things complicated for you, babe, just showing up like
this," Danielle said, removing her suit jacket and loosening her tie a bit.

"Things were way complicated before you got here, Dani, don't worry about it.
So, you're here to help us with Sakhmet?" Jessica asked, unable to take her
eyes off the mysterious blonde, recalling how she'd had to settle for just
kissing and heavy fondling the last time they'd seen each other, and already
looking forward to renewing and intensifying their friendship.

"Actually, I was coming to tag a new arrival when I got word about Sakhmet's
appearance on this realm," Dani said, gazing at the redhead and fondly
remembering the shower they'd taken together, wishing more could have
happened, and wondering if it would be any different this time. "But once my
people learned the details of her plan, they naturally sent me here to do what
I could to assist you." She walked over to one of the chairs near the balcony
and sat down, stretching her long legs out in front of her.

"Uh huh... Just one question: How did your superiors find out about Sakhmet's
plan when I just found out about it myself yesterday?" Jessica asked, moving
closer to the blonde.

"Now, Jessi, you know I can't answer that, other than to say that they have
their ways," she laughed. "Okay, to be honest, I'm not even sure how they
found out. I'm just following my orders like a good girl."

"That's a nice change, or a major stretch," Jessica replied, sitting on the
arm of the chair and casually twirling the blonde's hair around her index
finger.

Isako and Kallista emerged from the bathroom and Jessica could tell that
neither was happy about Dani showing up, especially Kall. "So, have you two
figured out how we're going to save the world yet?" the agent asked a bit
derisively, openly appraising the other blonde and deciding that while her
rival might have bigger tits, she was definitely the more beautiful of the
two.

"Go to the concert and kick Sakhmet's ass. Simple as that," Dani replied with
a wink.

"Gee, why didn't I think of that?" Kall said half-mockingly.

"Say, who is this 'new arrival' you originally came to tag?" Jessica asked,
guessing she knew the answer but wanting to be sure.

* * * * *

Vixen frowned slightly as she looked at herself in the mirror, turning around
so that she could see her back and ass, and slowly shook her head. "I don't
know about this, Pandy," she said. "Eri and I may share this body, but it
looks a lot different when she's in control." She was wearing the NightFox
costume in preparation for the meeting with the Vice Girls, but was far from
happy with the way it tended to hang off of her, as opposed to the way it
looked like it was practically painted onto the super heroine's body. She was
especially unhappy with the way it made her butt and chest look flat.

"You look fine, Vik. Not as good as Eri, but, then again, who does?" Catherine
replied with a wicked giggle.

Catherine is right, Vixen, you look fine. Good enough to pull this off at any
rate, Eri said inside her head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Vixen demanded.

Well, let's just say that it's a good thing you won't be required to do
anything more than stand around in my clothes.

"If I wasn't getting to meet the Vice Girls by wearing this damn thing..." she
growled, ignoring Pandora's continued giggling.

"Relax, Vik, it'll only be for a little while and you do look fine," said
Catherine, who managed to stop giggling. "If Cal could see you now..."

Oh, my...

"Don't go there, Pandy," Vixen warned.

"What? I'm just saying, what with his, ahem, interest in NightFox and all,
that he might get a real charge out of seeing you in that outfit," she said,
clearly on the verge of breaking into a fresh fit of giggles.

"You just had to go and save his life, didn't you, Eri?" Vixen groused. Then,
realizing what she'd just said, hastily added, "You know what I mean. Of
course I'm glad that you saved his life, but I just wish you hadn't, you
know?"

I think I understand, Vixen, and I am sorry to have further complicated your
life.

"Aw, I don't really blame you, Eri. It's just that it's bad enough having to
deal with you and Pandora being together. The last thing I need is a
heroine-worshiping boyfriend!" She glared at her image in the mirror and
decided that she would have to begin some sort of exercise program at the very
least to get rid of her slight paunch. Pandora opened her mouth, no doubt to
make a smart-ass comment, but Vixen's cell phone mercifully rang and she
practically screamed "Hello" into it.

"No need to shout, darling," said Lilith on the other end. "I've arranged for
the girls to meet me at their recording studio in an hour. The security people
will be expecting you and your sidekick so you shouldn't have any trouble.
Here's the studio's address." She gave the information to Vixen and then
added, "I just hope Erishkigal knows what she's doing and that this isn't just
a pathetic excuse for you and Miss Driver to meet the Vice Girls. Ta, darling,
see you in an hour."

Vixen clicked off her phone and gave Pandora, who was waiting breathlessly,
the details. Whereupon both young ladies began screaming like little girls and
jumping up and down and hugging each other.

This is going to be a very long day.

"Say, Eri, you aren't doing this just so Pandy and I can meet our favorite
band, are you?" Vixen suddenly asked.

Do you really think I would willingly put myself in a position to have to
listen to you two screaming your heads off? the Goddess countered.

"Good point," Vixen nodded and then she and Pandora went back to screaming and
jumping up and down and hugging each other.

Eri sighed, almost missing the peace and quiet of her recent imprisonment.

* * * * *

Lilith hung up the limousine's phone and was in the process of pouring herself
a glass of champagne when her personal cell phone rang. She retrieved it from
her purse and answered it, "Hello?"

"Greetings, favored daughter," purred Sakhmet. "May I assume that the
meddlesome agents have been eliminated?"

"Goddess! Unfortunately, both the ambush you planned and the assassins sent by
Farrah failed in their assignments and Chance and Blackhart are still alive
and will no doubt show up at the concert tonight," Lilith replied, bracing
herself for the Goddess' response by holding the phone away from her ear.

And it was a good thing she did, too, as an indescribable sound emanated from
the phone and it began to literally melt in her hand. The startled Egyptian
dropped the phone and watched it bubble and hiss on the floor of her car until
it was nothing more than a puddle of plastic and electronics.

When the limo's phone rang a few seconds later, she almost didn't answer it,
but finally relented. "Hello?"

"Sorry about that," Sakhmet said, clearly trying to keep her anger in check.
"I trust all is in readiness for the concert."

"It is, Goddess."

"Excellent. At least something is going right today. I have some special
arrangements I need you to take care of for me, favored daughter. Can I count
on you to follow my instructions to the letter?" Sakhmet asked.

"Of course, Goddess. My will is yours to command, you have only to make your
wishes known," Lilith replied almost automatically, despite the fact that she
was practically paralyzed with fear and her dark skin was crawling with
goosebumps.

"I knew you wouldn't let me down, Lilith. I need you to set up a room at the
stadium where Koyuki can control the PA system and the streaming video and PPV
audio outputs. Can you do that, favored daughter?" Sakhmet asked, but in such
a way that it wasn't really a question. At least, not one that Lilith dared
answer 'no' to.

"That can be arranged, Goddess. Anything else?"

"Nothing that can't be taken care of when I see you later," Sakhmet replied, a
bit too ominously for Lilith's tastes. "What time are you planning to arrive
at the stadium, favored daughter?"

"I should get there around 4 o'clock. That will give me plenty of time to
arrange Koyuki's room and deal with anything else that comes up."

"Fine. We'll get there soon after that. And, Lilith, make sure the room is a
secure one. I don't want anyone disturbing the good doctor tonight."

"I understand, Goddess."

Sakhmet hung up without another word and Lilith sat back in the seat and
gulped down the glass of champagne she'd poured and then tried to get her
hands to stop shaking long enough to pour herself something stronger.

* * * * *

"I take it that it wasn't all good news, Goddess?" Koyuki asked, craning her
neck to look out the hole that Sakhmet's scream had produced in the side of
the van.

"Sadly not, doctor. Both Farrah's assassins and the youth we manipulated
failed to kill Chance and Blackhart," Sakhmet sighed, rubbing her temples with
her thumbs.

"I warned you that Chance wouldn't be easy to get rid, and that she wouldn't
give up," Koyuki said, sitting back so that she could massage the Goddess'
shoulders.

"And I should have heeded that warning more stringently, my child, and dealt
with them personally when I had the chance. But this is far from over. They
might well show up tonight and try to stop me, but that will just give me a
chance to rectify my past mistakes and destroy them personally," the evil
Goddess chuckled. She leaned back into Koyuki and moaned with pleasure. "Mmm,
that feels so good, doctor. Thank you."

"My pleasure to serve you, Goddess," Koyuki replied. "What will you do about
Farrah's failure?"

"Nothing. I will have no need once our message goes out and the children of
the world are under my control. She'll be slaughtered along with every other
adult, except, of course, for you, my child," Sakhmet added with a toothy, and
very unsettling, grin.

"And Lilith?" Koyuki asked, more than a little worried for her friend's
safety, to say nothing of her own.

"Ah, well, I'll have to see if dear Lilith disappoints me or not tonight
before I decide her fate," Sakhmet replied, but the way her orange eyes glowed
malevolently didn't offer any comfort to the doctor.

* * * * *

NightFox--Well, Vixen wearing the NightFox costume anyway--and Raven parked
their motorcycles in the recording studio's parking lot and dismounted, both
young women feeling more than a little giddy at the prospect of meeting their
musical idols in person. "Say, um, Raven, you don't think this could be a
trap, do you? I mean, what if Kahira plans to kill me in order to eliminate
Eri and regain the good graces of Sakhmet?" Vixen asked as they fixed their
hair and make-up before heading inside.

I considered that possibility, but I think Kahira is on the level for two very
good reasons, the Goddess in her head said. Vixen relayed what she was saying
to Raven as she continued. The first is that merely killing me wouldn't
guarantee that Sakhmet would be appeased, especially if she knows just how
much Kahira has been working behind her back. The other reason is that she
needs to stay in my good graces if she's to have any sort of hope against
Sakhmet's wrath. That's why I don't think she'll make any attempt to get some
of our blood either. The last thing she wants is to have two Goddesses pissed
off at her.

Raven breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you'd thought that all out before
we got here, Eri," she said, playfully sticking her tongue out at Vixen.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, now when we get in there try to remember that we're super
heroines, not just silly fans. So don't go making a scene and embarrassing
me," Vixen cautioned. "Just play it cool and follow my lead."

Raven nodded and the two costumed women approached the main entrance where the
armed guard nodded slightly and opened the door for them to enter. "The studio
is at the end of the hall, you can't miss it. Ms. Kahira is expecting you," he
said.

"Thank you, my good man," said Vixen, trying to sound like she thought a super
heroine should sound, but afraid that she was just coming off as haughty.

Raven giggled as they walked down the hall. "Oh, that was real cool,
NightFox."

Vixen just glared at her and was about to snap back when the double doors at
the end of the hall opened and Lilith came out. "Darlings, I'm glad to see you
made it," she said, smiling like they were old friends. "Please, come in, the
girls are anxious to meet you."

Vixen's and Raven's knees both nearly buckled, but they somehow managed to
stay upright and followed Lilith into the studio. Easy does it, Vixen. One
step at a time. And whatever you do... Eri began. As soon as the pair saw the
band in the flesh they let out an excited scream and then fought to regain
their composure, but without much success. ...don't scream, the Goddess
finished with a deep sigh.

Lilith rolled her eyes and said, "NightFox, Raven, I'd like you to meet
Violet, Ivory, Cinnamon, and Ebony: The Vice Girls. Oh, and this is Louise
Breminger, their manager."

All of the girls were in their early twenties and quite attractive, as singers
needed to be to make it in the business if they wanted to supplement their
singing with posters, T-shirts, calendars, action figures and anything else
Lilith could think of to plaster their images on. Violet was a purple-haired
Japanese girl; Ivory had startlingly white hair and a definite Germanic caste
to her features; Cinnamon was a Latina with light-brown hair that tended to
look red in the right light; and Ebony was a afro-wearing black girl. All of
them were wearing casual clothes that showed off their luscious bodies to
perfection and they looked almost as star-struck as the two heroines when they
stepped forward and shook hands.

"Do you really have super powers?" Ivory asked as she shook Vixen's hand.

"Of course. But don't ask for a demonstration, I hate to show up Raven; she's
only human, you know," she winked.

Nicely handled, said Erishkigal.

"Just because I don't need any fancy powers to fight crime..." Raven said and
then stuck her tongue out at her roommate.

"All right, girls, let's not turn this into a fan fest. Remember, we're here
to save the world, not exchange autographs," Louise said. She was a
smart-looking woman in her early thirties with a nice figure and clothes that
tried a little too hard to be trendy to actually pull it off, especially for
someone her age.

"She's right," said Vixen, reluctantly releasing Ebony's hand. "What we need
from you is some help in recording a track that we can play to disrupt
Sakhmet's attempt to use her mind control to take over the youth of the world.
I know it sounds insane, but you're going to have to trust Raven and I since
we really don't have to explain all the details."

"Just tell us what you need, NightFox, and we'll do whatever we can to help,"
Violet assured her. The other three girls nodded agreement.

"First, we have to come up with a song that has a positive message," Vixen
said.

I was thinking 'We Are the World' would be perfect, Eri suggested.

"Anything but 'We Are the World,'" laughed Cinnamon. Vixen, Raven, and the
other Vice Girls joined in the laughter.

Never mind, sulked the Goddess.

"How about 'Holiday' by Madonna?" proposed Raven.

"That could work," said Ivory.

"Yeah, Madonna is still cool and she was a real innovator back in the day,"
Violet added.

"There shouldn't be any legal problems since the song is so old," Lilith put
in.

"Okay, that settles it, 'Holiday' it is, then," smiled Vixen. "Record the
track and then we'll play it when Sakhmet starts her mind control bit."

Did I forget to mention that you'll be singing?

Vixen almost fell over but managed to steady herself against one of the
recording consoles, with the assistance of one of the production assistants.
"Um, excuse me for a minute," she said, walking over to a corner of the room.
"Are you out of your, er, my mind?! I can't sing! Haven't you heard me
butchering songs in the shower?" she hissed. Raven just smiled and shrugged
when everyone looked to her for an explanation.

Relax, Vixen. Just open your mind and I'll do the rest, Eri assured her.

"I thought you couldn't take control except after sunset?" Vixen asked
suspiciously.

I can't, but this won't be taking control exactly. Your personality will still
be dominant and there will be no physical changes. All I'm going to do is
quell your fears and bring out your natural singing abilities, combined with
my Goddess-given enhancements, of course.

"Of course," Vixen groaned.

Oh, and don't forget to use the microphone we got from Koyuki's workshop to
record the track. I'm not sure it will actually have any effect, but it can't
hurt.

"Okay," said Vixen, turning back to the others, who were looking at her like
she was crazy, "let's get started. And, um, you all will be singing back-up.
Is that all right?"

"You're singing lead?!" Raven exclaimed, being all too familiar with how awful
her roommate's voice was. "Er, I mean, of course you're singing the lead. Just
like we planned it."

Vixen pulled the microphone Koyuki had modified from her belt and headed for
the recording room. As she paced nervously back and forth, Raven and the Vice
Girls watched her with varying degrees of puzzlement etched on their lovely
faces. A few minutes later Louise came in and handed sheets of paper to each
of them. "Here are the lyrics, fresh from the net. We'll have the music loaded
in a couple of minutes," she informed them.

Vixen accepted the paper and scanned the lyrics. She should have known them by
heart, in fact, she could almost swear that she did know them by heart, but
right now, she couldn't even remember the tune. Calm down, Vixen. Just relax
and let me in your head and everything will be fine. Honest, honey. Trust me.
Vixen nodded and closed her eyes and slowed her breathing as she slipped the
headphones on and waited for the music.

"Here it comes," announced one of the production guys. "Whenever you feel
comfortable, NightFox."

Vixen ignored the panic she felt welling up inside her and let her mind go
blank, allowing Erishkigal to soothe her fears, and the next thing she knew
she was singing. And, what was even more surprising, she sounded good!

The Vice Girls and Raven grinned at each other as they sang along and in the
recording booth Lilith nodded and smiled.

After the music faded from her headset, Vixen heard Louise say, "We have time
to cut another version if you want, NightFox, but, really, this one sounds
great."

"No point messing with perfection," Vixen replied, winking at Raven and the
Vice Girls. "Besides, it's not like we're going to sell this recording."

"That was awesome!" Cinnamon said, walking over to her and holding up her hand
for a high-five.

"Thanks. You guys sounded pretty good, too," she replied, slapping the offered
hand and grinning mischievously.

"Any time you want to give up being a super heroine and become a singer, you
could do it," Ebony said.

"Nice pipes," added Ivory.

"A singing super heroine? Who'd a thunk it?" Violet laughed.

Vixen tossed her hair and said, in her best imitation of NightFox, "It's a
Goddess thing."

* * * * *

Jessica, Lupe, Isako, and Danielle held their breath as Kallista's car swerved
in and out of the traffic jam leading to the stadium. "There must be thousands
of kids on their way to this show," Isako observed, noting that each car they
passed contained at least one teenager and most contained several. She was
wearing a conservative plum-colored pantsuit and her long hair was tied up in
a neat bun.

"The Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum seats 92,516," Jessica said absently, "and
this concert has been sold out for months." She was wearing a loose-fitting
white shirt and pants combo, with black shoes and a black leather cap.

"92,000..." said Kall thoughtfully. The blonde was wearing her favorite white
blouse, black leather vest, and tight dark micro-mini-skirt combination. She
also had on hip-high boots and her large, deadly bracelets.

"The highest record for attendance was in 1963 for a Billy Graham crusade with
134,254 people. Tonight's show might very well break that figure. And that's
just the live crowd. According to Kahira's sales figures, the world wide
audience will be in the hundreds of millions," the redhead added.

"We have definitely got to stop this Goddess of yours," Isako said, having
finally decided that saving the planet took priority over her real reason for
coming here.

"Don't worry, Inspector Komatsu, we will," Danielle assured her. Danielle was,
of course, wearing her customary black suit and white shirt, but, in light of
the heat, she had forgone the tie and left her shirt open enough to expose her
ample cleavage.

Kall pulled into the stadium and, after flashing her Aegis ID, followed the
directions of a uniformed officer and drove around back and parked near the
stage entrance. "None of those little anarchists had better so much as look at
my baby or I can not be held responsible for my actions," Kall warned, patting
the powder blue VW Beetle affectionately.

"If we fail, you won't be around to care," Jessi reminded her, glancing at the
LAPD helicopter sitting in the middle of the parking lot. "Nice to see
Commissioner Yates is taking the threat seriously. I hope the rest of the
world will be just as prepared if things go wrong." She glanced over at
Danielle meaningfully.

"What are you trying to do, Jessi, jinx us?" laughed the blonde. "Shut up
already with all this talk of 'failing' and think happy thoughts."

"Danielle is right. A positive attitude is very important since most battles
are won or lost in the mind, not on the battle field," Isako said.

"Yeah, you're right," Jessica agreed. "I just have a bad feeling about all of
this."

"That's perfectly understandable, Jessi. After all, you're a rookie when it
comes to dealing with deities, unlike me," Dani said with a wink. "So, take it
from an old pro that we'll stop this Egyptian bitch before she can enslave
anybody."

"Well, Lupe is not a rookie in that regard, but she does not doubt that we
will succeed either," the big Spaniard added. She was wearing her newest
outfit: A green tank top that was barely able to contain her enormous breasts
and a pair of equally strained bicycle shorts, dark blue with a red stripe
running down the side. A pair of white tennis shoes and a red bandana wound
around her head completed her outfit.

"You're gonna have to tell me about your encounters with Gods and demons one
of these days, Lupe," Danielle said with a smile as they walked towards the
stage entrance, where Commissioner Yates was talking with some officers.

"Evening, Commissioner," Jessica said easily.

"Agent Chance. I recognize Agent Blackhart and Inspector Komatsu, but not the
other two..." Yates said suspiciously. She was dressed in her formal uniform,
no doubt in expectation of the press conferences that were sure to follow,
which fit just snugly enough to make it clear that she was a woman without
making it obvious just what kind of shape she was in.

"This is Lupe and Danielle, Commissioner, they'll be helping us," the redhead
informed her. Before Yates could voice any displeasure, Jessica continued, "I
think it would be best if you and your people remained outside the stadium and
dealt with any kids who might escape, should the worst happen. Me and my
people will be inside, dealing directly with the root of the problem in an
effort to prevent that from happening. Ideally, you won't be required to do
anything."

"Yeah, and in a perfect world wishes are horses," Yates replied with a weary
shrug of her shoulders. "But I'll do like you suggest and let you handle this,
mostly because I don't want the blood of any kids on the hands of my
department if I can help it, and partly because something tells me that you
and your people might just be our best hope to get through this thing."

"Thanks, Commissioner, and believe me that I don't want the blood of any kids
on my hands, or anyone else's," the agent assured her.

* * * * *

Deep beneath the stadium, Lilith was showing Sakhmet, Farrah, and Koyuki the
control room she'd arranged for the Japanese scientist. The room wasn't very
big and it was pretty much filled with monitors and computer panels, leaving
just enough room for Dr. Takagashi, but it was out of the way and the door had
been fitted with steel plating to reinforce it. "Perfect, favored daughter,"
nodded Sakhmet, inspecting the heavy steel door, "the good doctor should be
free from any distractions in here. And you're sure she will have complete
control over the audio from here?" She was wearing an outfit of skin-tight
black leather that hugged every inch and accentuated every delicious curve of
her body. A blood-red bandana was tied around her thin waist and a pair of
black leather boots that matched her gloves adorned her feet.

"Complete. There are dummy audio controls up in the main control booth, but
all they really have any control over is the video," Lilith said, not liking
the way Farrah was looking at her. "You have a problem with any of that,
Yahtariq?" Lilith was wearing an elegant crop top and skirt combination that
was made of a lightly woven beige cloth and showed off her sexy stomach
nicely. A pair of thick platform sandals and a loosely wrapped turban
completed her outfit.

"I wouldn't trust her, Goddess," the other woman said, ignoring Lilith's
question. "I think Dr. Takagashi should test it to make sure it works like
Lilith said it will." Farrah was wearing an outfit that looked as if it should
have been on one of the many young girls who would be filling the stadium
shortly, but still managed to pull it off, thanks to her youthful face and
figure. She had on a half-tee with the Vice Girls on it, tight jeans that
packed her gorgeous ass perfectly into them, and a pair of black high-top
sneakers.

"Good idea, daughter. I'm sure Lilith has no objections to such a test, do
you, favored daughter?" Sakhmet purred, fixing her orange eyes on Kahira.

"No objections at all, Goddess. I was just about to suggest we test the set-up
myself," Lil replied coolly. Farrah scowled and Lilith was about to make a
call on her cell phone when she noticed some familiar figures on one of the
video feeds. "Isn't that Jessica and Kallista?" she asked innocently, pointing
at a monitor that showed the two agents, along with three other women, making
their way towards the back of the main stage.

"So it is," said Sakhmet slowly, glancing at Farrah with a look that made the
woman's blood run cold. "I take it you are prepared to deal with them, my
child?" she asked Koyuki.

"So long as this transmitter broadcasts the frequency that inhibits Chance's
psychic abilities, there's no way they'll get by my robots," the Japanese babe
said with a grin, gesturing to the two figures dressed in the typical fashion
of young ladies that stood across the hall from the door to the control room.
"Jessica was nearly destroyed by their earlier prototypes, and with the
modifications I've made to these Mark II models, she and that blonde don't
have a prayer." Koyuki was wearing a very comfortable looking blue blouse and
dark slacks combo that both showed off her curvaceous figure and disguised
just how ripped she was. A pair of flat-soled sandals and an LA Dodgers
baseball hat, worn backwards, finished her attire nicely.

"I seem to recall someone telling me a while ago not to underestimate Agent
Chance..." Sakhmet said softly.

"Point taken, Goddess," Koyuki said quickly. "But I do feel confident in my
robots' ability to keep Chance and Blackhart, or anyone else, from gaining
entrance to this room."

"Perhaps they won't have to, my child," Sakhmet said with a wicked grin. She
pointed to a monitor that showed several lucky kids who had won backstage
passes and were being led to the Vice Girls' dressing room and asked, "They
should be able to hear the PA system from there, shouldn't they, favored
daughter?" Lilith swallowed hard and nodded. "Perfect."

* * * * *

Jessica, Kallista, Danielle, Lupe and Isako stopped in their tracks when the
speaker over their head suddenly blared out: "ATTENTION: THE WOMEN AHEAD OF
YOU ARE YOUR ENEMIES. DESTROY THEM. ESPECIALLY THE REDHEAD!"

"I guess that answers the question of whether or not Sakhmet is here already,"
Kallista said with a frown.

"But who was that message directed at? No kids have been let in yet," Danielle
pointed out.

"Maybe not all of them, but some apparently have," Jessica said, gesturing to
the half-dozen girls running at them with murder in their eyes.

The five women closed with the possessed girls and made short work of them,
rendering them unconscious with a flurry of punches in a matter of seconds.
"Here come two more," Lupe said, gesturing to two Asian girls that were racing
at them from the opposite direction the first six had come from.

The two girls closed with Lupe and Kall, who were closest to them, and easily
dodged the attempted attacks made by the older women and retaliated with
devastating blows that left them groggy and pissed. "So, these two have had
some martial arts training, huh?" the blonde agent smirked, wiping blood from
her lip and adopting a more serious attitude and stance. "Okay, the kid gloves
are off."

But even without pulling any of their punches, the two Asians were not only
still untouchable but continued to punish the blonde and the Spaniard with
solid blows that were quickly taking their toll.

"Lupe does not understand how such small girls can hit so hard," the brunette
grunted as a fist plowed deep into her belly. A follow-up knee to her chin
followed quickly by a sharp jab to her nose and then an uppercut that started
near the floor and ended on the bottom of her jaw left her spread-eagle and
out cold on the ground.

"Something's not right here," Jessica said when a similar combination of
expertly executed moves left Kallista likewise unconscious.

"You're telling me!" Danielle said, doing her best to avoid the flashing arms
and legs of one of the girls while Isako did the same with the other. "These
girls are killers."

"They're not girls at all!" the redhead exclaimed just as the blonde was
caught with a spinning kick to her head that launched her through the air and
sent her crashing into the wall. She dropped to the floor and didn't get back
up, joining the agent and the Spaniard in unconsciousness.

"Ah, Takagashi's robots," Isako said in understanding as a fist smashed into
her cheek, sending her stumbling backwards a few steps.

"Exactly, Sam," said Jessica, ducking a swing and connecting with one of her
own, only to yelp and pull her hand back in pain when it struck the unyielding
metal frame beneath the thin layer of flesh. "No doubt about it," she added,
shaking the stinging from her hand as she avoided the deadly robot's attacks.

"How did you defeat them last time you faced them?" Isako asked, evading her
mechanical attacker.

"I used my psychic abilities to twist their bodies into scrap metal.
Unfortunately, that's not an option at the moment," she said, barely getting
out of the way of a kick aimed at her throat.

"That is most unfortunate," the Japanese babe agreed just before a blow to her
head connected, stunning her long enough for the follow-up punches and kicks
to put her hors de combat.

"Great," sighed the redhead, blowing a stray lock of hair up off her forehead
as the second robot joined the first, circling the agent and slowly but surely
closing the gap between her and her sister robot, trapping Jessica in the
middle of them.

Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the air and a female voice called out, "That was
a warning shot. Now, back off or the next one will be a lot closer."

Jessi looked over to see a woman wearing a security guard outfit and aiming
her gun at the floor near the closest of the two robots. The woman was
probably in her mid-to-late thirties and in average shape with a large chest
that strained the fabric of her brown shirt. She looked nervous and the
redhead doubted she'd ever pulled her gun from its holster except at the
shooting range before today. Listen to me, Sharon," the agent said
desperately, reading her name of the tag on her chest, "these aren't girls,
they're not even alive. They're robots and out only chance is for you to shoot
them in the head. Do you understand me?"

"Lady, I can't shoot a couple of girls, and especially not in the head!'
Sharon replied, her hand shaking as one of the robots turned to face this new
threat.

"I'm telling you, these are not girls, they're robots and they'll kill both of
us if we can't damage them beyond their ability to self-repair!" Jessica
explained, jumping in the nick of time to avoid a leg sweep by her mechanical
foe.

"I don't know what you've been smoking, lady, but I know a girl when I see
one," the guard said, raising her gun defensively as the second robot
approached her. "Keep back, girl! Don't make me shoot you!' When the girl
ignored her and tensed as if to leap upon her, Sharon reluctantly shot her in
the leg. "Huh?!" she exclaimed when the girl didn't so much as flinch. Then,
the robot sprang for her and as she stumbled madly backwards her gun went off
and struck the girl-thing in the face. "Holy shit! You were right, lady," the
guard said when she saw that the bullet had torn away a large chunk of flesh
when it ricocheted off the cold steel skull, "these are robots. Uh oh. I hate
to break this to you, but I don't think my bullets are powerful enough to do
more than dent these things."

Jessica was about to reply when the robot lunged and laid out the guard with a
single punch to her jaw. As she turned to resume helping her sister finish off
the redhead, the agent made a mad dash for the gun, grabbing it and flipping
completely around in mid-air, firing off a full-clip directly into the
monstrosity's face before she landed on the ground. She quickly expelled the
spent cartridge and then looked hopefully at the unconscious guard for another
clip, only to discover that she apparently didn't have one in the compartments
on her belt.

The robot she'd shot had a wisp of smoke coming from her ears and her face was
noting more than a dimpled metal mask. As it and the other robot rushed the
frantic redhead, another security guard came racing down the hall, but before
he could so much as shout a warning, Jessica had sprinted over and grabbed the
gun from his startled hand and then spun around and fired off his full clip
into the face of the second robot, momentarily staggering it.

"Do you have another clip for this damn thing?" she asked, ejecting the spent
cartridge and holding out her hand expectantly as the first robot continued to
charge towards them.

"Fucking... You just killed that kid, lady!" he cried out.

"She was no kid and I probably didn't even damage her enough to slow her
down," Jessica replied, pointing to where the robot she'd just shot was
resuming her advance, with the only difference being that her face, too, was
now little more than a metal skull with shards of blackened flesh hanging from
it.

"Holy shit! It's some kind of robot," the stunned guard said.

"Yes, the deadly kind. Now, do you have any more bullets for this damn gun or
not, Louis?" she repeated, reading his name off the tag on his chest. He was
in his late forties and looked more like what one expects a security guard to
look like: Fat and out of shape with a face that seemed made for patrolling
dark halls in the middle of the night.

"Um, yeah, right here," he replied, fishing a fresh clip from his trouser
pocket.

"Thanks," she replied, slamming the clip home and taking careful aim before
squeezing the trigger. This time her shots hit the robot directly in the eye,
causing her to pause and a fresh trail of smoke to pour out of her ears. While
that robot was halted, Jessica aimed at the other and likewise fired off
several controlled shots that struck her in the eye and stopped her in her
tracks.

Down in the control room, Sakhmet hissed as Koyuki reluctantly recalled her
robots before the redhead took them out altogether. "It would seem that she
and I are destined to face each other after all," the evil Goddess purred.

Meanwhile, as much as Jessica would have liked to have followed the damaged
robots, her first concern was seeing to the injured guard and the others.
"You'd better get some medical people back here," she said as she handed the
gun back to Louis and went over to check on Sharon before moving on to
Kallista and the others.

Fortunately, although they were in quite a bit of pain and way beyond pissed,
none of them were seriously hurt. "All right, let's load up with some heavy
artillery and go finish off those crazy robot bitches!" Kallista exclaimed
when she learned that she'd been beaten up by a robot.

"All in good time, Kall," laughed Jessica, putting a hand on her shoulder to
restrain her. "I think those robots were sent after us to distract us more
than anything. We need to concentrate on finding Sakhmet and making sure she
never gets the chance to use Koyuki's device on the audience. And, since she
obviously broadcast her order to attack us using the PA system, our first stop
should be the control room. You all up for that, or do you need some time to
get your strength back?"

"I'm ready for some action, as always," Danielle replied with a lusty wink.

"A mere robot cannot put Lupe out of action for long," the Spaniard assured
her.

"I am fine. And next time it will be the robot who falls in battle," Isako
promised, fury smoldering in her dark eyes.

"Okay, then, let's go," Jessica said, glancing over and noting that Louis was
helping Sharon sit up as a woman wearing a nurse's uniform approached them.

But when they reached the control room they found several perplexed audio
engineers, but no sign of the evil Goddess or any of her human minions. "I
don't know where that announcement came from, Agent Chance," said one of the
techs, shrugging his shoulders. "We didn't make it and it definitely didn't
originate in this room."

"Is this the only audio control room?" inquired the redhead.

"This is the main one. There are several temporary stations where the band's
audio people can work their equipment directly, but this is the only one that
has access to the stadium's PA system," he explained.

"Um, Bill, something strange here I think you should take a look at," said one
of the other techs. She was standing near the PA microphone with a puzzled
look on her face.

"Excuse me, Agent Chance. What's up, Linda?" he asked, going over to her.

"I just tried to make an announcement, to check the system, and nothing
happened," she stated, clearly baffled.

"What do you mean 'nothing happened'? We know the PA system is working. How
else could..." He suddenly stopped and bent over, placing his mouth next to
the microphone, and pushed the transmit button. "Testing. One, two, three.
Testing." He looked over at Jessica, but the agent shook her head. "I don't
get it," he said, "it was working fine yesterday."

"Maybe those repair techs messed it up?" offered Linda.

"What repair techs?" Bill said suspiciously.

"The ones that were in here earlier. They had a work order authorized by
Lilith Kahira herself," Linda added.

"What exactly did they do?" asked Jessica with a sinking feeling.

"I couldn't tell you that, Agent Chance, since they shooed me out of here
while they worked. All I can tell you is that they weren't in here for very
long."

"I'll get to the bottom of this," Bill said as he began to inspect the
equipment more thoroughly.

"Let me know what you find out," Jessica said. "In the meantime, do you know
where I could find the plans for this place?"

"You could probably access them from the manager's office," Linda offered as
she joined Bill in giving the equipment a thorough examination. "It's on the
top floor."

"Thanks. Okay, Sam and I will head up to the office while you three search
around and see if you can't find either the robots or Sakhmet herself,"
Jessica said as they walked down the hall towards the elevators.

"Why do you want the plans for the stadium?" Kallista asked.

"I think Sakhmet might have arranged for an alternate control room, to make
sure her little speech couldn't be cut off before she was through, and I need
the plans to determine where the best place for it to be located would be,"
she explained. "I'll contact you via two-way when I've got something,
Kallista."

"Sounds like a plan," Kall said as Jessica and Isako got into the elevator.

"Say, when's that super heroine of yours supposed to show up anyway?" asked
Danielle. "Not that I can't handle Sakhmet on my own, but a little extra help
never hurt anyone."

"She won't be here until after dark," the redhead replied.

"Why not until then?" Dani pressed.

"Beats me. All she would say when I asked her the same thing was 'It's a
Goddess thing'," Jessica said as the elevator doors closed.

"Deities," sighed Danielle in exasperation.

* * * * *

Vixen looked out the window and apprehensively up at the darkening sky for the
umpteenth time since they got back from the recording studio. The sun will set
all in good time, Vixen, Eri said in her head. Just relax and try not to think
about it, like Catherine, there.

Vixen huffed in annoyance as she glanced at her roommate who was nonchalantly
nibbling at a sandwich while she watched an old movie on TV. "I don't see how
you can be so calm. I mean, you're the one who will actually be facing Sakhmet
in a few hours. I'll just be watching from the box seats," Genevieve said.

No, Vixen, she won't be facing Sakhmet. She will be nowhere near her if I can
help it, in fact. Sakhmet is all mine.

"You mean all ours," Vixen corrected.

"What?" Pandora asked, paying attention for the first time.

"Eri has just informed me that she will be handling Sakhmet on her own,
meaning without you. She doesn't want you anywhere near her, actually."

"Oh? Well, what Eri wants and what Eri gets aren't necessarily the same thing.
I have no intention of standing on the sidelines for this fight. I remember
the way she mopped the floor with both Eri and Nan last time, and that was in
Kahira's body and without using any Goddess tricks. This time she's in her own
body and will likely use any powers she can to win, so if you think I'm just
gonna sit back and not do whatever I can to help the woman I love triumph,
well, all I can say is that neither of you knows me as well as you think you
do," Pandora said somewhat angrily.

By the powers, I love that girl, Vixen!

"Now what?" Pandora asked, noticing that Vixen had started crying.

"Have I told you lately just how amazing you are, Pandy?" She wiped away a
tear and added, "Eri loves you, too."

Indeed I do, which is why she won't be involved in my confrontation with
Sakhmet. I don't mean to hurt her feelings, but better those than her body,
and the simple truth of the matter is that she will just be in the way if she
tries to help because I won't be able to keep from worrying about her, instead
of focusing all my attention on Sakhmet. Besides, the Goddess said, she really
wouldn't be much help anyway; she's nowhere near Sakhmet's league.

Vixen related what Eri had said and Pandora snapped back, "Does that mean I'm
not in Eri's league, either?"

Before the Goddess could reply, Catherine jumped up and ran to the bathroom.

"She'll be okay. She's just more scared than she wants us to think she is,"
Vixen said.

I know. And, to tell you the truth, I'm more than a little scared myself.

"Huh?"

It's literally been ages since I've had to fight anyone that even came close
to Sakhmet's power, and back then it was in my own body. The thing is that I'm
very vulnerable in your body, Vixen. It might be tougher than your average
human's when I'm in control, but it pales in comparison to any God's or
Goddess'. I can heal it, but I can't bring it back from the dead. Do you
understand what I'm saying?

"Yeah, that if my body takes too much damage it will die, meaning that I will
die and you'll go on to the Eternal, whatever that is," Vixen shrugged. "I
know the score, Eri. I'm not going into this deal blind. I know the risks."

I just wanted to be sure.

"So, how do we defeat Sakhmet anyway?"

Somehow we've got to inflict enough damage to force her essence to retreat
from her body. It's pretty much the same thing she'll be trying to do to us,
but in her case, her body will likely be tougher than ours, making our job
that much more difficult.

"But not impossible?" Vixen asked with a smile.

No, not impossible, laughed Eri. Now, hadn't you better go check on Pandora?
The sun is just about down.

Vixen looked out the window and saw that it was just about dusk and knew she
only had a few minutes to talk to her friend as herself before the Goddess
took over control of her body until sunrise. "Pandy?" She walked down the hall
and knocked softly on the bathroom door. "I know you're scared, honey. But,
really, Eri's got everything under control. Besides, you'll be busy taking
care of her human minions, so it's not like you'll be doing nothing."

"Human minions?" Pandora queried, opening the door and revealing a
tear-streaked face with red eyes.

"Yeah, there'll be that other priestess and her followers to deal with. It'll
be up to you to see that the bad guys don't interfere with Eri's showdown with
Sakhmet," Vixen said, reaching out and gently wiping her face.

"I'd forgotten about them. Thanks, Vik," she smiled, embracing her friend.
Then, as their bodies pressed together, she suddenly felt the change that
happened each evening as Vixen's breasts and muscles enlarged when the Goddess
inside her took control.

"And thank you, Catherine," Eri said, pulling back and giving her a deep kiss.
"Now, let's go kick some evil ass!"

* * * * *

"I thought these things were practically indestructible," Farrah sneered as
Koyuki did her best to repair the damage the troublesome redhead had caused.
Actually, all she'd really managed to do was tear away the flesh of their
faces, make a few dents in their steel skulls, and knock out one of the
cameras that served as the robot's eyes. "They don't seem so big and bad to me
if a few well-placed .38's can take them out."

"Oh, I don't think she would have been able to destroy them with that pop gun,
no matter how many bullets she fired," Koyuki said as she finished trimming
away the ruined flesh. "I was worried about them not being able to see, or the
possibility that one of those slugs might bang around inside enough to cause
some serious damage. But the chances of that happening were very unlikely,"
she added when she noticed the way Sakhmet was looking at her. "There, now we
won't have to worry about their 'eyes' being damaged again," she said as she
fastened what vaguely resembled a pair of sunglasses to each robot's head.

"I doubt a pair of shades-If that's what they are-is going to stop a bullet,"
Farrah chuckled.

"Ah, but these aren't your average sunglasses, they're made from bulletproof
material," Koyuki grinned, adjusting the tinted lenses until she was satisfied
that they fully protected the sensitive visual mechanisms.

"Okay, but what would it take to put one of these babes out of commission?"
the priestess asked as she thoughtfully adjusted their clothing, casually
letting her hands fondle the firm, very life-like breasts in the process.

"Well, an EMP blast would fry their circuitry, of course, making them useless.
And I suppose if their frames were crushed so that mobility was no longer
possible they would be essentially 'dead'. But, really, the only way to
completely disable one these beauties is to somehow get inside and destroy
their CPU's beyond the point of self-repair. And that would be no easy task,"
the Japanese babe assured her. "For all practical purposes, they're immortal."

"Immortal seems an odd word choice to describe the state of a non-living
being, my child," Sakhmet mused.

"Forgive me, Goddess, I guess I have a hard time thinking of them as mere
machines," Koyuki explained as she brushed the hair of one of the robots.

"I could understand that better if they actually talked. Why didn't you give
them the power of speech? I know it's well within your expertise," Lilith put
in.

"Ah, well, that's my Japanese heritage peeking through, I suppose. You see,
traditionally, female servants never speak in the presence of their employers
unless specifically directed to. So, for all intents and purposes, they are
essentially mute, since it is very rare indeed for one to be instructed to
speak. Besides," she added as she stepped back to admire her handiwork, "they
can speak to me via a computer uplink and let me know if they're damaged and
what their location and situation is if I need them to. I just didn't see any
point in making them vocal."

"Fascinating, my child. It reminds me of the attendants who served myself and
my fellow Gods and Goddesses at the height of Egypt's power," Sakhmet said.
"Just as in your land, those who served we immortals never spoke to us unless
we told them to and so they drifted silently through our temples, seeing to
our every need without ever uttering a sound."

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Farrah impatiently cleared her throat.
"Goddess, the concert is scheduled to begin in a little over an hour.
Shouldn't you and your band be practicing or doing sound checks or something?"
she asked.

"You're right, daughter. Soon the stadium will be filled with my future army
and it would be a real shame to disappoint them. Come, minions, time to get
this party started," she said to the ten robed cultists. "Oh, I almost forgot
to ask: Where will you and Farrah be watching the show from, favored
daughter?"

"From my office in the stadium, of course, Goddess. It will provide us an
excellent view of your stunning victory, besides being stocked with a
full-service bar and my own private chefs," Lilith replied a bit smugly.

"Perfect. I look forward to joining you there after the show to celebrate with
a feast fit for the Queen of this world. Now, then, this device allows us to
communicate with each other, correct, my child?" she asked Koyuki, indicating
the headset she was wearing. The Japanese babe nodded. "And this microphone is
connected to both the PA system of the stadium and the online servers?" Again,
Koyuki nodded. "Perfect. I'm very proud of you, my child. You may look forward
to many honors during my reign as Queen," the evil Goddess laughed as she
walked away, followed by the silent figures in dark robes.

"You're sure you have everything under control here, Koyuki?" Lilith asked
once Sakhmet had gone.

"I'm good to go," the Japanese babe replied, glancing over at the two robots
that stood guard near the door. "Once I shut this door, no one is getting in
here until after the show. Just do me a favor and save me some of that food."

"Of course, darling," Lil smiled. "Shall we head up to my office, Farrah?"

"Sure, I could use a good stiff drink right about now, you know?" the
priestess replied.

"Yeah, me, too," Kahira quietly agreed.

* * * * *

Jessica knocked on the door to the manager's office and a moment later a
middle-aged man opened it and asked, "Can I help you?"

"I need to get a look at the plans for this place," the redhead replied,
flashing her Aegis ID card and pushing past him. Isako followed, secretly
amused by her enemy's take-charge attitude.

"Of course, Agent Chance. Ms. Kahira told me to supply you with anything you
might need," the man replied, unruffled by her brusque manner. One supposes
that after having dealt with Lilith, who was a part-owner of the stadium, that
Jessica seemed downright polite in comparison.

"She did? And when exactly did she tell you that?" Jessi queried as he punched
up the plans on his computer.

"Oh, let me see, must have been just after I got here this morning, around 10
a.m., I guess. Why?" he asked as he stepped back and let the redhead get a
good look at the plans.

"If you were going to equip an alternate control room for the audio
facilities, which room would you use?" she questioned, ignoring his question.
"Also, keep in mind that you want this room to be somewhat of a stronghold."

"Hmm... I'd say here, this old storage room in the sub-basement," he said,
pointing to a small room on the monitor.

"Why there?" Jessica asked, memorizing the room's location.

"Well, not only is it off the beaten path, but since it's directly beneath the
main control room, it would be relatively simple to run some wiring down to it
and construct a secondary control station," he explained.

"Thanks," Jessi said, pulling the two-way from her purse. "Kall? You there?
Any luck finding either Sakhmet or the robots?"

"I'm here and, no, we haven't seen any sign of either... Hold on. Holy shit!
Here comes Sakhmet and ten of those robed figures," Kallista said.

"Where are you? Sam and I are on our way!" the redhead exclaimed, racing for
the door, followed by the Japanese babe.

"We're on the main floor, near the main stage but just behind it," the blonde
hissed. "And hurry it up, Chance. I don't like the way she's smiling at us."

Jessica shoved the communicator back in her purse and slammed open the door to
the stairs. Taking them three at a time, she arrived on the main floor within
a few seconds. She barely noticed that Isako was right behind her as she
charged down the hallway, only to come skidding to a halt when she rounded a
corner and found herself face-to-face with the evil Goddess.

"Ah, Jessica, how good of you to join us so promptly," Sakhmet purred
malevolently. "I want you to hear this, too, just so we won't have any
trouble."

"Hear what?" the agent asked suspiciously.

"You there, my child?" Sakhmet said into her headset. "Perfect. Now explain to
your old friend here why she's not going to interfere with me." She pulled the
earpiece out and Jessica and the others could clearly hear Takagashi's voice.

"Hello, Jessica, sorry I won't get to personally kick your ass, but I take
great comfort in knowing you won't survive the night. Now, on to business. All
the Goddess has to do is speak into her microphone or her headset and her
words will not only be broadcast over this stadium's PA system, but all over
the world via the streaming live video feed. So, if you attack her now, you're
only rushing things. Not that her victory isn't inevitable, of course, but why
end things any sooner than you have to. Besides, I think you'll enjoy her act.
Take my advice, Jessica, and grab some popcorn and a soda and make yourself
comfortable. You might as well enjoy your last night on Earth." Koyuki then
began giggling and Sakhmet grinned and replaced the earpiece.

"I trust I'm free to go?" the Goddess inquired with a low chuckle.

"We're not through yet, Sakhmet," Jessica growled.

"Indeed we're not, my foolish friend. For now my attentions lie elsewhere, but
be assured that you and I will have our reckoning before the sun rises," she
said, staring into the redhead's hard green eyes.

"Oh, yeah, you can count on that, bitch," Jessi sneered. Sakhmet just laughed
and walked away, followed by the ten robed cultists.

"Great," said Kall, walking over to her partner. "Now what do we do?"

"Our only hope is to find that alternate control room and stop her ability to
broadcast her voice anywhere before it's too late," Jessica said determinedly.
"And I've got a good idea where to start looking. Come on." She took off for
the elevators and Kall and the others followed.

After taking the elevator down to the sub-basement and proceeding to the room
indicated by the manager, Jessica stopped and pointed to the two figures
standing next to a steel-plated door. "Do they look familiar?" the redhead
asked.

"Oh, yeah! Time to turn up the heat on our friends," Kall shouted, stepping to
the front of their group and holding her arms out. Her bracelets began to
pulse red and then orange and finally white before a blast of flame shot out
and enveloped the two robots.

The fire alarm suddenly shrieked and water poured out of the overhead
sprinklers, quickly dousing the burning figures. Kall aimed her hands at the
sprinklers and in a few seconds had melted them to slag. "They won't be
putting out any more of my fires," she said with a grin. When the smoke
cleared, the two robots were still intact, but all of the their clothing and
skin had been obliterated by the fire, leaving nothing but their metal frames.
They turned their heads towards the group and slowly walked their way.

"Nice going, Agent Blackhart!" laughed Koyuki from beyond the door. "All
you've done is remove their padding. Now their punches and kicks will hurt
even more."

Jessica shrugged her shoulders and moved forward to engage the robots, Kall,
Lupe, Sam, and Dani followed, but it quickly became apparent that brute force
wasn't going to overcome cold steel and within minutes all five women were
forced to retreat and lick their many wounds.

"We might need that heavy artillery you mentioned earlier after all," groaned
Danielle. She had brought along a weapon, but she wanted to make sure it was
at full power when she used it on Sakhmet, so it was as good as useless
against these metal menaces.

"Yeah, the only trouble is that there's never a bazooka around when you really
need one," replied Kall with a half-snicker.

"Well, we can't just do nothing! We've got to get by them somehow," Lupe
snarled, feeling herself transforming into her wolf-like form.

"That's a good look for you, Lupe," Jessica smiled. "Shall we?"

In response, Lupe sprang at the robots, striking them with her furry fists and
filling the hallway with clanging. Jessica likewise waded back into battle,
using kicks to stagger her robotic foe, keeping it off-balance, without
actually doing any significant damage. Dani and Kall shrugged their shoulders
and added their own kicks in an effort to take at least one of the metal
monsters out of the game and they were so busy that none of them noticed when
Isako crept back towards the elevators.

* * * * *

Up in her luxury box, Lilith and Farrah were watching with something akin to
amusement as Sakhmet and the cultists got ready to perform.

"She really is quite a good singer, you know?" Farrah said, sipping at her gin
and tonic.

"I don't doubt it, darling. She can do anything she wants, literally," Lilith
replied, finishing off her second glass of champagne.

"You still think we should have tried to stop her, don't you?" the other woman
said accusingly.

"No, I've realized that you and I are no match for her. We'd only have gotten
killed that much sooner if we'd been foolish enough to try anything drastic."

"For the love of... Will you quit already with the doom and gloom. She's not
gonna let anything happen to us. We've been faithful-Well, I've been faithful
anyway, and she still thinks you're loyal to her. We'll be fine."

"Sure we will, darling," Lilith sighed, getting up to get another glass of
champagne. When she happened to notice Jessica and the others in their futile
fight on one of the monitors behind the bar, and seeing how hopeless their
situation was, and by extension, her own, she accidentally spilled her drink
all over her outfit on her way back to her seat. "Oh! How clumsy. I'll be
right back, darling. Just make yourself comfortable," she told Farrah as she
dabbed ineffectually at the booze with a napkin and headed for the door.

Once outside, she dashed for the elevators and went down to the parking
garage. "Zaynah, I want you to help Kallista and Lupe and the others deal with
Koyuki's robots," she instructed her Amazonian chauffeur. "They're in the
sub-basement, darling. Be careful not to hurt Koyuki, though. We need her
alive." The big Arab just scowled ever so slightly and walked to the trunk of
the limousine. She opened it and removed a hand-held rocket launcher and then
stuffed several rockets into the waistband of her pants. Lilith smiled
satisfactorily as she followed the blonde to the elevators.

"I knew you were up to something!" Farrah exclaimed, emerging from behind a
pillar. "Now I've got proof you are working against the Goddess."

"You little twit! You still don't get it, do you? She is going to kill all of
us if her plan succeeds! You, me, Koyuki, everyone over the age of nineteen is
as good as dead, including your minions and her other followers all over the
world," Lilith exclaimed. "She doesn't care about anything but power and if
she has to obliterate an entire world to get it, so much the better."

"You're the twit, Lilith, the dead twit once I tell the Goddess what you've
done," Farrah sneered, turning toward the elevator.

"You're not telling her anything, Farrah," Lil smiled, stopping her by
grabbing a handful of her long dark hair and pulling her up short. "Go on,
Zaynah, I can handle this little bitch on my own."

"Ow! Leggo my hair!" Farrah shrieked, swinging wildly at her foe.

But Lilith easily avoided her attacks and almost casually swing her around and
then threw her face-first into the wall. Farrah crashed into it and then
slowly turned around, only to be met by Lilith's sandal connecting with her
left cheek. The blow caused her head to bounce off the wall again, dazing her
even more than before. "Aren't you even going to fight back?" Lilith mocked,
planting her left foot, pivoting and then slamming the heel of her right foot
squarely into Farrah's navel.

"UNNNGGHHHH!!!!" the other woman groaned as Lil smiled and cruelly twisted her
foot, grinding it even deeper into the sexy belly of her rival. When Lilith
finally removed her foot, Farrah collapsed to the floor, holding her stomach
and moaning in pain.

"This won't be much fun if all you're going to do is whimper," Lili said with
a scowl as she stood with her hands on her hips before her foe.

"I-I-I'm not... a fighter," Farrah gasped out. "N-n-never been... in one."

"Oh? Well, then, no use wasting my martial arts skills on the likes of you.
Still, there's a lot to be said for a good old fashioned catfight," Lilith
grinned, hauling Farrah to her feet by her hair and then delivering a
bone-jarring knee to her crotch that raised her onto her tiptoes. "And anyone
can get into a good catfight, darling. All you need is enough motivation."
Lilith suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of Farrah's tits, crushing them
beneath the thin T-shirt and bringing a howl of pain and anger from the other
woman. With a look of determination clouding her lovely face, Farrah likewise
latched onto Lilith's breasts, digging her long nails into them through the
fabric of her top. "Much better, darling. You might almost make this
interesting."

"I'll make it more than interesting, you bitch. I'll rip your fucking tits
off!" Farrah shouted, twisting the soft flesh until Lilith's superior smirk
was replaced with a grimace of pain. But her own sense of victory was soon
dashed as Lilith's greater strength came into play and she really poured on
the pressure, savagely mauling Farrah's chest until she had no choice but to
release her hold on Lilith's tits and try to prise the hands from her own
breasts. "Ohhh! Fucking... Let go, you cunt!" she cursed as she tried in vain
to pull Lilith's hands away from her sore chest.

"You just said the magic word, darling," Lilith grinned and then rammed her
knee hard up between her rival's legs. Before Farrah could so much as scream,
she had withdrawn the knee, only to ram it home even harder. When Farrah tried
to back away, Lilith finally released her breasts and grabbed her shoulders,
pulling her close as the knee hit pay dirt one last time. Lilith felt her
rival's body sag against her and Farrah's head come to rest on her shoulder.
"There, there," Lil said softly, gently stroking the quietly sobbing woman's
hair. "I really am doing this for your own good, darling. Although, to be
honest, it does hurt you a lot more than it hurts me. Now, time to say good
night and when you wake up the world will have been saved and things will be
back to normal... I hope. So, pucker up, sweetie, and I'll turn out your
lights."

"Huh?" Farrah said as Lilith pushed her away with her left arm and cocked her
right one for the knockout blow. "No you don't!" Farrah cried, lowering her
head and ramming it into Lilith's gut, driving the startled woman backwards
until she crashed into one of the support pillars. Lilith's head snapped back
with the impact, not only causing her turban to fall off, but also resulting
in a nasty crack on the skull that left her dazed and disoriented. "Time for
some payback, bitch!" Farrah gleefully reached down and snaked her right hand
up under Lilith's skirt and began clawing at her pussy through her silk
panties. "You wanted a catfight, bitch, well, now you've got a real one. Let's
see how well you handle it." She reared back and then thrust forward, driving
her head deep into Lil's gut and bringing a satisfying "OOMPHHH!!!" from her
foe, while at the same time working her hand inside the underwear so her nails
could gouge the sensitive flesh. Then her left hand reached up and grabbed
Lil's hair and gave it a good yank, sending them both tumbling to the
pavement, but with Farrah on top and her hand still retaining its claw-like
grip on Lilith's nethers. As Lilith writhed in agony beneath her, Farrah
bounced up and down, banging her tight little ass onto her mid-section and
driving the breath from her body. "That's taken the wind out of your sails,
darling," she mocked, using her grip on Lil's hair to bang her head against
the ground until she appeared on the verge of passing out. "Now it's time to
turn out your lights, bitch. Only you won't be waking up. Well, not in this
dimension, you know?" she laughed cruelly, giving Lilith's twat one last
wrenching and then clocking her arm for a knockout blow.

But this time it was Farrah's turn to have her victory frustrated when
Lilith's leg suddenly snaked up and around her neck, pulling her backwards and
off the High Priestess. Not only that, but as Farrah fell, Lilith turned and
tightened her grip so that when Farrah hit the floor she was caught in a
perfect figure-four choke. "I'm impressed, darling, you nearly had me," Lil
grunted, pulling on her ankle and cinching the hold even tighter. "But I've
wasted too much time here as it is, so, much as I'd love to play with you some
more..." She then leaned back, raising her delicious butt off the ground and
supported her weight with her arms as she flexed her leg muscles and closed
off Farrah's breathing passage. The other woman struggled and gurgling sounds
came from her severely constricted throat as Lil's calf bore down on it, she
even tried clawing Lil's leg, but it was no use and soon her struggles all but
ceased.

Satisfied that Farrah was finished resisting, Lilith decided it was time for
some real fun before she put the silly bitch down for good. "On your feet,
darling," she said, lowering her ass to the ground and slowly unwinding her
leg from around Farrah's throat. She then stood up and brushed herself off
before reaching down and hauling the barely conscious woman to an upright
position. Smiling cruelly, she walked her over to a support pillar and placed
her back against it. "Now it's time to see how tough those balloons of yours
are, darling," she said, leveling a punch into her right breast. Farrah's
mouth opened to protest but before she could utter more than an agonized
grunt, Lilith had rocked her other knocker with a solid punch. "Hmm, they're
firmer than they look," Lil said, noting that her fists barely penetrated the
luscious titflesh. "Must be the T-shirt." She reached out and slid the Vice
Girls shirt up, fully exposing the ripe melons. "Now, let's try that again."
She then launched a series of lefts and rights into the poor woman's
mammaries, batting them up and down and from side to side at will. "That's a
little better," Lilith grinned, grabbing her nipples and giving them a good
tweaking. Then she noticed the tight little stomach of her rival and her mind
flashed to her own paunch and the next thing Farrah knew was her belly was
under assault from punches, knees and flat-out kicks until even the constant
barrage of body blows wasn't enough to keep her on her feet and she slid to
her ass at the foot of the pillar. "Aw, have you had enough, darling?" Lilith
asked, kneeling in front of her. Farrah weakly nodded her head. "Pity that I
haven't," Lil smirked dragging her to her feet by her sweaty locks. Using her
grip on Farrah's hair, she shook her head a bit and then tightened her grip
and held her perfectly still as she drew back her right fist. "Nighty night,
darling," she smiled before sending her fist rocketing forward to crash into
Farrah's jaw so hard that her head was thrown backwards against the pillar.
She slowly toppled forward and Lilith easily caught her and draped her
unconscious foe over her shoulder, her rounded ass next to Lil's cheek and her
legs dangling down her front. Lilith looked around a moment and then smiled
when she spotted Farrah's white Jaguar XE parked nearby. She walked over and
eased Farrah off her shoulder so that she was leaning against her car. Lilith
then placed the unconscious woman's thumb over the ID pad below the handle and
opened the door of the Jag. "Someday you'll thank me for this, darling," Lil
said as she put her in the driver's seat. "Or maybe you won't and I'll have
the pleasure of kicking your ass again. Either way works for me," she smiled,
lightly slapping the slumbering woman's cheek.

* * * * *

"This is hopeless," Kall grunted as she and Danielle regrouped while Jessica
and Lupe continued their pointless attacks on the robots. "We're not even
denting that metal skin of theirs. I'm gonna go and see if the cops have any
major firepower we can use on them."

"Something like this?" asked Zaynah, rounding the corner with the
rocket-launcher perched on her shoulder.

"Yeah, that's kinda what I had in mind," nodded Kall, grinning.

"Much as I would like to also take the redhead and the wolf-bitch out, I have
my orders..." the big Arab said, meaningfully glancing at the two women in
question.

"Oh, right! Jess, Lupe, I strongly suggest you clear out of there, like...
NOW!" Kallista shouted, seeing the chauffeur's finger tightening on the firing
mechanism.

Jessica and Lupe looked over and barely had time to break off their battles
before a rocket blasted from the launcher, heading straight towards the
nearest robot. The redhead and the Spaniard dove under the speeding missile a
second before it struck its target and then spun around to see how effective
it had been. "I hope you've got plenty more of those things," Jessica said
with a scowl when the smoke cleared to reveal the robot still standing and
unscathed for the most part.

Zaynah growled and slammed another rocket into the launcher and let it fly
towards the same robot, but aiming for the head of the thing. This time there
was at least one noticeable effect: The robot's head was turned completely
around. But other than that it appeared to be in good shape. Snarling her
frustration, the big Arab fired off another rocket, this time going for the
metal monster's legs.

"At least you knocked it down," shrugged Kall as the robot toppled onto its
back when its feet were taken out from under it. Literally.

"She did more than that!" Danielle exclaimed, pointing to where the robot's
legs were lying in a smoking pile at least ten feet from the rest of it.

The other robot charged forward but a well-placed missile from the big Arab
knocked one of its legs off and two more left it a smoking wreck, much like
the first one.

"I guess that takes care of them," Jessica said, nodding her thanks to Zaynah
as she headed for the door to the control room.

"You should know me better than that, Jessica," Koyuki called from within the
room in question. "I always have a trick or two up my sleeve."

As if on cue from their mistress, both robots turned toward the women and
raised their arms over their heads and locked their hands, forming a sort of
circle. "Now what're they up to?" Kall asked no one in particular.

When a small missile launcher emerged from the top of both robots' heads, the
big Spaniard said, "Lupe definitely does not like the looks of that." They all
dove for cover as the mini-rockets were fired.

"Any more of those rockets?" Kallista asked Zaynah hopefully as the tiny
missiles buzzed past them and struck the wall, causing a much larger explosion
than it looked like they would be capable of.

The chauffeur shook her head. "I didn't think it would take as many as I
brought," she shrugged, flinching as another mini-missile exploded too close
for comfort.

"Okay, Jess, I guess it's up to you and your famous plans to get us out of
this," Kall said, scrambling away as part of the ceiling collapsed.

"I wish I had one," sighed the redhead. "But with that frequency going
full-strength, there's not much I can do..."

"Well, someone had better do something quick," Danielle said. "It sounds like
the concert is starting."

The PA system squawked to life and, after emitting a horrible screeching
sound, a voice announced, "Time to get the show going! First, let's have a
hand for 'Samantha Lyonn and the Nile-ists'!"

Jessica and Kallista exchanged half-amused looks. "You gotta give her points
for style, Chance," the blonde said, cringing as another mini-rocket exploded
over her head.

"Doesn't sound like she's all that popular with the youth she plans to rule,"
Danielle said as loud booing filled the speakers.

"Every kid in the stadium is here to see the Vice Girls," Jessica shrugged.
"But once she uses her mind-control powers it won't matter how much they
booed."

Up on stage, Sakhmet was standing before the ten robed cultists and fuming at
her less than favorable reception. "QUIET!" she roared as her face became that
of a snarling lioness. "Ungrateful little heathens. Did you know that
thousands of years ago people your age were running things? That twenty was
considered old and people rarely lived past thirty? Well, starting tonight, my
unruly little friends, we're going to turn back the clock and make you the
masters of your own destinies again. More or less," she added with a cruel
chuckle. "But first, this is a concert, right?" She paused but was met only
with silence. "I SAID THIS IS A CONCERT, RIGHT?"

This time the crowd bellowed back, "RIGHT!"

"Much better. Okay, then, let's start the show!" Sakhmet turned and the
cultists all shed their robes to reveal ten amazingly muscular women wearing
nothing but tiny black leather bikinis. One grabbed a guitar, one a bass, one
sat behind the drums and another stood behind the electric keyboard while the
other six adopted sexy poses behind the Goddess.

The one behind the drums raised the sticks over her head and then after a
silent count brought them down onto the skins and a second later the other
instruments joined in and Sakhmet began to belt out a very hard version of the
famous Twisted Sister classic "We're Not Gonna Take It."

"She's not half bad," said Kall, nodding her head in time to the music.

"I've got a bad feeling that if we don't get into that room by the time this
song ends, we can kiss the world as we know it goodbye," Jessica said,
brushing some debris from the mini-rockets from her hair. "I doubt Sakhmet is
going to risk her victory by doing another number, especially since she knows
we're down here."

"True enough, Jess, but we're still trapped on the wrong side of that door and
I haven't heard anyone suggest a way to remedy that," Kall pointed out.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Isako had made her way back to the main control room. "Is the room
below this one set up in roughly the same manner?" she asked the two
technicians.

"What do you mean?" asked Linda.

"Is the door roughly in the same relationship to the rest of the room?" Isako
said, standing in the doorway and taking a measured step forward.

"I haven't been down there for quite some time, miss, but, yeah, the doors are
pretty much in the same direction and whatnot," Bill added.

"Thank you," said Isako. She then spread her legs wide and made a fist and
placed her knuckles on the cement floor about a yard in front of the door. The
Japanese babe then began taking short snorting breaths as she pulled her arm
back and then plunged it down until it almost struck the floor. She repeated
this several times, exhaling loudly each time her first was driven down.

"Lady, I don't know if you know this or not, but there's eight feet of solid
cement between this room and the one below it. If you punch that floor, all
you're gonna do is break your hand," Bill cautioned.

But Isako appeared not to have heard him as she drew her fist back even higher
than before and slowed her breathing until it almost looked she was holding
her breath. Then, with a loud "KI-YAH!!!" she thrust her fist down and this
time it struck the floor.

"I warned you," Bill said with a shake of his head when nothing appeared to
have happened.

Then the floor under her fist began to crack and a second later it collapsed,
creating a neat circular hole roughly three feet in diameter. Without a word,
Isako stood up and then dropped from sight down the opening while Linda and
Bill looked at each other in open-mouthed amazement.

"Dr. Takagashi, I presume," Isako said calmly upon landing on the pile of
rubble in the lower room.

"Who the fuck are you?!?" Koyuki demanded, choking on the dust the unorthodox
entrance had created.

"Inspector Asami Komatsu, Tokyo Special Forces Unit. I hereby place you under
arrest and demand that you discontinue the signal that inhibits Agent Chance's
psychic abilities. And I mean now, doctor," she said, meaningfully rubbing her
right fist into the palm of her left hand.

"Yeah, right," grinned Koyuki. She reached up to move the mouthpiece of the
headset closer to her mouth but was startled when Isako crossed the distance
between them and ripped it from her head faster than she would have thought
possible.

"You were saying, doctor?" said Isako, staring intently into Koyuki's brown
eyes. The doctor meekly pointed to one of the devices on the long table that
dominated the room and Isako quickly switched it off. "Wise decision, doctor.
Now, don't make trouble and things should go smoothly for you." Koyuki briefly
considered attacking the woman when her back was turned, but quickly thought
better of it when Isako calmly raised her finger and shook it back and forth
in a silent warning, as if she could read her mind.

"Hey, lady! Here, catch!" said Bill from the upper room. A tape fell through
the hole and dropped into her waiting hands.

"What is this?" Isako asked.

"We got it from the Vice Girls' manager, she said to play it when Sakhmet
started her take over the world spiel, whatever that means," he replied.

Isako put the tape in her jacket pocket and turned her attention to moving the
rubble from in front of the door so she could open it.

Outside in the hallway, Jessica suddenly realized that the dampening frequency
was no longer in effect and grinned wolfishly as she sent her thoughts towards
the robots.

"But I thought you couldn't..." Kall began when the two robots slowly folded
in on themselves until they exploded.

"Something must have happened to the transmitter," the redhead shrugged.

"I turned it off," Isako announced, opening the door to the control room.

"How did-" began Lupe.

"Time for that later. Sakhmet is just about through with her opening number,"
Jessica said worriedly.

"I wonder what happened to NightFox and Raven?" Kall asked as all of them but
Zaynah filed into the room and watched the evil Goddess and her band
performing on the monitors.

With the threat she'd been directed to help deal with eliminated, the big Arab
brushed herself off and headed back to the garage without a word to those she
had fought alongside, knowing the next time she met any of them it would be as
enemies once more, not allies.

"Okay, Koyuki, time to shut this show down. I want you to kill the audio to
her microphone the second the song ends, understand?" Jessica asked, wondering
if it was really going to be as easy as it looked like it would be to stop
Sakhmet.

"Of course, Jessica, that was my plan all along. You didn't really think I was
going to let that insane bitch take over the world using my device, did you?"
Koyuki giggled.

"Then why try to kill us with the robots?" Lupe demanded.

"Killing you all and stopping Sakhmet are not mutually exclusive options," the
doctor calmly pointed out. "You can't expect me to not take advantage of any
opportunity that presents itself to destroy you, can you, Jessica?"

"Glad to know you haven't forgotten about me, Koyuki," Jessica said with a
smirk.

"Hardly a day went by in prison that I didn't think of you, Jessica, and once
I gained my freedom I can safely say that thoughts of you only increased," she
assured the redhead as the video monitors behind them showed Sakhmet and the
band winding down to the conclusion of the song.

"Song's over. Shut her down, Koyuki," Jessica said evenly. Koyuki reached over
and turned a knob on one of the panels to the OFF position. "That's it?"
queried the redhead suspiciously.

When the evil Goddess' voice blared through the speakers in the hallway,
Jessica grabbed Koyuki by the front of her blouse and demanded, "I thought you
shut off her mic?!"

Before Koyuki could say anything, two motorcycles roared onto the stage and
NightFox and Raven jumped off them. "I'm here to give your performance a
negative review, bitch!" the super heroine said, pulling a glowing golden
sword from the air and charging at the evil Goddess.

"And I'm going to make sure your band requires some aid!" the sidekick added,
throwing herself at the ten women.

"Looks like NightFox and Raven could use some help canceling this show. Shall
we?" said Kall to the others with a mischievous wink.

"Lupe is prepared to help end this reformer's career," the Spaniard, still in
her wolf-form, smiled toothily.

"That's why I'm here," Danielle said.

"Sam, you stay here and keep an eye on Koyuki-I don't know what she turned
off, but it obviously wasn't Sakhmet's microphone." Jessica scowled at the
doctor and then followed the others towards the stage.

"I will see that she causes no more mischief, Jessica," Isako called after
her. "So, what did you turn off, doctor?"

"My headset," giggled Koyuki nervously. "I don't dare cross her until I'm sure
she's lost. You've no idea the power she possesses!"

"And you've no idea the power I possess," Isako assured her, examining the
various devices and trying to figure out which one controlled the evil
Goddess' microphone's output.

Up on stage, While NightFox and Sakhmet exchanged sword blows, Raven more than
had her hands full with the cultists, who were quickly overpowering her with
their superior numbers and strength.

"Give it up, Eri! Your pathetic little friend is finished and so are you,"
Sakhmet cried, slashing at her with a nearly identical glowing sword. "You
were never a match for me then and you certainly aren't now. This is a body I
constructed for the sole purpose of inhabiting on this plane, not merely one
I've borrowed from one of its puny human occupants."

"This body is all I need to take care of the likes of you, Sakhmet!" NightFox
replied, thrusting her sword at the lioness-headed Goddess.

Sakhmet just laughed and easily parried the intended strike while lashing out
with her right foot and catching NightFox squarely in the chest, knocking her
to her back. Before the evil Goddess could press her advantage, however, the
stage was suddenly swarming with people as Jessica, Lupe, Kall and Danielle
all charged into battle with the cultists, giving Raven some much-needed and
much-appreciated assistance.

"Looks like the tide has turned in our favor," grinned NightFox, taking
advantage of Sakhmet's confusion to leap back to her feet. She drove her fist
into the side of the Goddess' face and then kicked her low in the belly,
staggering her long enough to slash the sword at her throat. But Sakhmet
recovered more quickly than NightFox had expected and the decapitating blow
merely grazed the tawny cheek, bringing a roar of fury from her lioness mouth.

"Tides have a way of changing rather quickly, though," Sakhmet snarled,
lunging forward with her sword. NightFox danced aside but her foe had
anticipated that and met her with a spinning sidekick that caught the super
heroine just below her ribs. She immediately followed that up with a beautiful
right cross that snapped Eri's head completely around, only to be flung back
the other way when a left hook smashed into her temple. "See what I mean?"
Sakhmet grinned as NightFox dropped to one knee, shaking her head to clear the
cobwebs.

Meanwhile, the others were making short work of the cultists, who, despite
their impressive physiques, weren't very good fighters when they didn't have
an overwhelming advantage. "You sure you can take her out, Dani?" Jessica
called over to Danielle as she powered her fist into the glass jaw of a
dark-skinned brunette, laying her out cold. "She looks pretty tough to me."
The redhead jumped up and delivered a snap-kick to the face of another
cultist, this one a strawberry blonde, and sent her flying.

"I won't know until I try, Jessica," the blonde replied while burying her fist
into the gut of a huge black girl. Even though she had a well-defined pair of
six-pack abs, she folded under the smaller woman's superior power and then was
knocked to her back by a shot to the point of her chin. "And I can't try until
NightFox has softened her up because I'll only get one shot at this." She
dropped her ass into the belly of the cultist she'd just downed and fired off
a left-right-left combo to her face that put her out of action for the rest of
the fight.

"Don't worry about NightFox," Raven called out, grabbing an Asian cultist by
her bikini top and pulling her onto a knee-lift that sunk deep into her gut,
"she can handle that bitch. No problem." The sidekick drove her other knee
upward between the woman's legs and she let out a small cry and then toppled
over onto her back, clutching her wounded privates.

"Still," said Lupe, picking up a woman she had just dazed with a hard shot to
her face and hurling her into two of her sisters, "perhaps Lupe should join
her, no?" She calmly walked over and grabbed the woman she'd just thrown by
the back of her bikini top and the waistband of her bottoms and using her as a
sort of human battering-ram, thrust her head into the chests and bellies of
the two cultists she'd just been thrown into. The Spaniard then swung her head
upwards and slammed it into the jaws of the other two, knocking all three of
them out cold. "Especially considering that there's not much more to do with
these putas." Lupe tossed the woman she'd used to batter her sisters senseless
onto the growing pile of unconscious cultists.

"I hardly think NightFox would refuse your help, Lupe," Jessica said with a
grin as she sent a hard jab into a blonde's face and then laid her out with a
sweeping uppercut that sent her stumbling backwards to land atop the other
five unconscious cultists.

Lupe nodded and charged at Sakhmet, hitting her squarely in the back and
forcing her right into NightFox's waiting boot, which shot up and buried
itself between her legs. The evil Goddess howled in a mixture of agony and
rage and reached back and grabbed Lupe by the hair and craned her neck to see
who had attacked her. "I know you, bitch. I don't know why you're here, but it
hardly matters. Besides, it gives me another opportunity to take care of a
loose end I should have dealt with the last time we met," she snarled and
flung the Spaniard over her shoulder. NightFox barely managed to scramble out
of the way before Lupe crashed to the stage on her back, but she took
advantage of Sakhmet's distraction to leap up and kick her in the side of the
head and then use her own momentum to land a second kick with her other foot.
The super heroine landed lightly and then sprang forward, planted her hands
and lashed out with both feet, catching Sakhmet in the tits and sending her
flying backwards to crash into the drum kit.

The enraged Goddess climbed to her feet and bellowed, "No more fooling around!
The time has come, my little slaves. RISE UP AND-UNGH!" She suddenly gagged as
Lupe's fist drilled deep into her belly.

"Lupe remembers you, too, and this time intends to see that you are truly
finished," she said, peppering the Goddess' face with hard rights and lefts
and using her claws to tear at the furry flesh.

"Get off me, you shape-shifting cunt!" she screamed, kicking Lupe in the jaw
and knocking her to her back.

CLANG!!!

"Now that was a sour note," NightFox grinned, looking at the dent Sakhmet's
head had put in the cymbal.

"You think you're pretty clever, don't you, Eri?" growled Sakhmet, reaching
over and grabbing the startled Goddess by the throat. "You actually think you
and this half-bitch have a chance against me?" She grabbed Lupe's throat and
brought both of their faces very close to her own. "I've already won," Sakhmet
laughed, banging their heads together sharply. She slowly stood up and raised
the dazed pair up off their feet, tightening her grip on their throats, and
bellowed, "As I was saying... RISE UP AND DESTROY THOSE AROUND YOU, MY SLAVES!
LET ALL WHO ARE NOT UNDER MY PROTECTION FEEL YOUR WRATH UNTIL THIS WORLD IS
BATHED IN BLOOD!!!"

Jessica and the others froze at the Goddess' words, but then looked around and
realized that her voice hadn't been broadcast through the speakers.

"Phew. I guess that was the right dial, after all." Isako breathed a sigh of
relief and then grabbed Koyuki by the hair and drew her fist back. "Are you
actually mad enough to let that Goddess destroy the world?"

"Oblivion would be better than going back to prison," Koyuki giggled.

"As you wish, mistress," Isako said, knocking her out with a single punch to
her jaw.

Up on stage, Sakhmet looked around her in confusion as the kids in the
audience simply sat and watched the show, not even making any effort to attack
the older security people who lined the front of the stage. "NOOOOOO!!!!!! Not
now! I was so close!" the evil Goddess howled, shaking Lupe and NightFox like
dolls until their teeth rattled in their skulls. "Well, at least I shall have
the satisfaction of destroying you two and those other meddling bitches, my
old friends." She banged their heads together and then dropped the barely
conscious pair onto the stage at her feet and pulled her glowing sword from
the air and raised it over her head to deliver the killing stroke.

Meanwhile, Jessica, Kall, Raven, and Danielle were all finishing off the last
four cultists. The redhead jumped up and locked her legs around the neck of a
Latina and then used her momentum to flip her up and then down. She crashed
face-first into the hard stage and Jessi grabbed her by the hair and kicked
her in the throat and then landed a chop across the back of her neck. The
cultist gagged and staggered over to the pile of her sisters and promptly fell
on top of it.

Kall's opponent was an enormous redhead and she couldn't help but smile at the
coincidence as she'd wanted to pound a certain redhead for quite a while now.
The blonde grinned as she punished the bigger woman's tits with a flurry of
lefts and rights and then launched a vicious kick between her legs that
crossed her eyes and left her wide open for a finishing shot to her nose that
knocked her out before she landed on the pile of her sisters.

Danielle found herself squaring off against a woman with dark hair that was
streaked with blonde highlights and was thoroughly enjoying peppering her
larger opponent with hard blows to her body and chest, occasionally landing a
solid shot to her face that rocked her on her heels. After a dizzying
combination that left the cultist clutching her belly and softly whimpering,
the blonde reared back and sent her right fist crashing into her chin. The
brunette's eyes rolled back up into her head and she stood up on her tiptoes
only to turn, almost gracefully, and then topple over onto her sisters.

Finally, Raven was using a big blonde as a living punching bag, landing her
fists at will all over the other woman's face and body, especially her
enormous breasts, which made perfect targets for the sidekick's hard little
knuckles. She gleefully snapped her foe's head back and forth and then
thundered a blow to her belly that doubled the big blonde over. A jab to her
face straightened her back up just in time for another barrage of blows to
belt her breasts. When the cultist went to cover up her aching tits, Raven let
loose with a kick between her legs. The blonde let out an "Eep!" and then
slowly pitched face-first onto the floor of the stage, leaving her ass
sticking up into the air. The sidekick smiled until she noticed that her
opponent was the only not in the pile of unconscious cultists. With a scowl on
her lovely face, she lifted the blonde's face up and then wiggled underneath
her until she was able to hoist her onto her shoulders. Struggling beneath the
weight of the slumbering cultist, Raven nevertheless managed to carry her over
to the pile and pitch her foe on top of it.

Over on the other side of the stage, just as Sakhmet's sword descended toward
her dazed victims, an arm reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, preventing
the final blow. The lioness-headed Goddess turned with a snarl to find Jessica
next to her and nodded, "I've been waiting for this ever since Koyuki told me
about you. Even if you've managed to stop my plans this time, you've only done
so at the cost of your life and the lives of all your friends and associates."

"We'll see about that," Jessica said, snapping the Goddess' own fist into her
face before she jumped back, smiling wickedly.

"Argh! You'll pay for that, bitch!" roared Sakhmet.

"How? I mean, you've already vowed to kill me, my friends, and every other
adult on the planet. What more can you do?" the redhead laughed, leaping
towards the Goddess and catching her with a kick to her cheek. She landed
lightly and then sprang right back, this time going low and punching her in
the tits. "What's the matter, Sakhmet, am I too fast for you?"

The Goddess suddenly hit Jessica in the gut with a kick that seemed to come
from nowhere, launching her up and into the air. "Not at all, Jessica. You
want to see what fast is?" she laughed, keeping the redhead in the air by
raining a flurry of punches up into her body, in effect juggling her above her
head. "This is fast, my poor deluded adversary!" She tagged the redhead with a
nasty blow to the crotch and then jumped and kicked her in the head before she
could so much as curl up. "See what I mean?" Sakhmet chuckled as Jessi flew
across the stage and crashed into the keyboard, near the bass and the guitar
that had been discarded when the fighting started. She walked over to her,
casually brushing aside the attacks of Kall and the others, leaving the four
women dazed and out of it, and reached down to grab her by the hair. "I really
thought you'd be more of a challenge after all of Koyuki's talk."

As she'd approached, Jessi's fingers had closed around the neck of the guitar
the cultist had been playing. "Don't let me disappoint you, then!" Jessica
cried, grabbing the guitar and swinging it up and into the Goddess' chin,
staggering her. She plunged the end deep into her belly and then swung it like
a baseball bat into her head, almost knocking her off her feet. "Now that's
what I call a hit song!" the redhead snickered, catching her on the other side
of her head with the backstroke. Jessica golfed the narrow end up and between
Sakhmet's legs and then slammed the wide end across her tits. "Music to my
ears!" she laughed, doing a complete 360 and then smashing Sakhmet in the face
so hard she flew backwards into one of the massive speakers.

The evil Goddess plunged through the fabric and sparks of electricity danced
around her dazed form as she leaned forward, panting and clearly exhausted.
Then, her face transformed back into its human visage and Danielle cried out,
"Now, Jessica! Finish her!"

The redhead nodded and reared back on her heels and then hurled the guitar at
her like a javelin. The instrument struck Sakhmet in the chest and penetrated
all the way through to the speaker's innards, causing more sparks to flit
across the Goddess' body. "This is nothing but a flesh wound, bitch!" Sakhmet
roared, attempting to pull herself off the impaling instrument.

"Yeah, right," grinned Danielle, pulling a tiny gun from her jacket and firing
a blue beam of power at the end of the guitar.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sakhmet shrieked as her body was ravaged by an
unimaginable amount of electricity. As the others watched, the evil Goddess
desperately tried to pull herself free of the electrified guitar, but her body
was quickly burning away to nothingness. "This isn't the end! I'll return some
day and..." Then, with one last unholy scream, her body completely dissolved
and the speaker shot into the air and disappeared into the night sky.

"Wow," said Raven softly. The others nodded in agreement.

"What about them?" asked Kallista, gesturing to where the kids in the audience
sat looking straight ahead, like puppets whose strings had been cut.

NightFox grabbed Sakhmet's microphone from the floor. "Time for some real
music!" she shouted.

In the control room, Isako nodded and placed the tape she'd been given into
the player and switched it on, along with the audio control for the
microphone. Satisfied that everything was all right, she bent down and hoisted
the unconscious doctor onto her shoulders and exited the small room.

Up on stage, NightFox had been joined by the Vice Girls and all of them,
including Jessica, Kall, Lupe, and Danielle, were singing Madonna's former
hit. The kids in the audience smiled and began bobbing in time to the music.

As the last of the notes faded, NightFox held her right hand up and the
letters embossed in her flesh glowed with a golden hue. "I'M NOT HERE TO
CONTROL YOU, OR TO TELL YOU TO BEHAVE AND MIND YOUR PARENTS AND ALL THE REST
OF IT. I JUST WANT YOU TO BE YOURSELVES AND FORGET ALL ABOUT WHAT SAMANTHA
LYONN SAID EARLIER. YOU ARE THE FUTURE OF THIS PLANET, SO, LIKE THE SONG SAYS,
TAKE A HOLIDAY AND CELEBRATE THAT. EVEN IF JUST FOR A FEW HOURS!" She then
dropped the mic and ground it under her heel, smashing the electronics into
useless bits of sand.

"Right!" screamed Violet, giving NightFox a big hug. "After we get this mess
cleaned up, me and the girls will be out to give you the show you really came
to see!" The kids in the audience cheered wildly as all of the women on stage
laughed and hugged each other in relief.

Up in her box, Lilith raised a glass of champagne to the victors. "Well done,
darlings," she said before taking a sip.

"We've gotta get Koyuki and Sam on a plane by midnight," Jessica reminded
Kallista as the merrymaking continued around them. "And I still have to talk
to her and find out how her method for transferring essences works."

"You always manage to be a downer, Jess," Kall replied, sticking her tongue
out at the redhead. "Let's get going."

But when the pair of agents reached the control room, they found no sign of
either the doctor or the inspector. "Maybe Sam took her upstairs once she saw
we'd defeated Sakhmet," Kall suggested.

"Then why didn't we see them?" Jessica inquired, staring into the empty room.
She suddenly pointed to one of the monitors. "What the hell does she think
she's doing?" the redhead exclaimed, seeing Sam approaching the LAPD's
helicopter with the unconscious body of Koyuki draped over her shoulder. They
both watched in stunned silence as the Japanese babe easily knocked out the
pilot of the craft and dragged his body out of the chopper.

"I don't like the looks of that!" Kall said as they both turned and raced for
the parking lot.

In the helicopter, Koyuki shook her head and opened her eyes. "Where am I?
What happened?" she said groggily.

"Forgive me, mistress, but I had to play my part until I could secure us some
suitable transportation," Isako said as the chopper rose slowly into the air.

"Mistress? Isako, is that you?" Koyuki asked, giggling slightly.

"It is I, mistress," the fujinja confirmed.

"I can't believe you went to all this trouble to rescue me," Koyuki said
appreciatively.

"Rescue might not be the correct word," Isako said cryptically.

"What do you mean? Why else would you come here?" Koyuki demanded.

"I am here to bring you back so that you can first of all help me to liberate
my sisters from their imprisonment and then you will serve us for the
remainder of your life, performing whatever tasks we assign you without
question lest we beat you," she said flatly.

"But... Why? I'm your mistress! I gathered you and gave you purpose, why turn
on me now?"

"We realized once you had been captured that we didn't need you. In fact, we
realized that not only did you use and manipulate us for your own purposes,
but you also weren't too smart when it came to how you did so. In the two
years we were on our own, we made more money than in all the years we worked
for you."

"Money?! This is about money?!?" Koyuki screamed.

"We like living in style," Isako shrugged. Suddenly a fireball flashed by the
chopper's windshield and the craft rocked violently. "It would seem that my
former associates aren't willing to give you up without a fight. So be it,"
grinned Isako, turning the chopper and heading back towards the parking lot.
"I hate loose ends."

"Well, that definitely got her attention," Jessica said, tensing her legs as
she stood in the blonde's grasp. "Now it's my turn."

"You sure about this, Chance?" Kallista asked. She was crouched down low, her
fingers locked together to form a makeshift sling.

"I don't see what choice we have," the redhead shrugged. "Steady, Kall...
Now!"

Kallista shot her arms upwards with all the strength she had as the helicopter
buzzed overhead and then fell to her back and rolled over onto her feet again,
pleased to see Jessica hanging from the chopper's landing strut.

The redhead struggled to pull herself up and into the vehicle while Isako,
feeling the extra weight, turned around and then smiled malevolently when she
spotted the agent hanging precariously from the strut. "Hang on, mistress,"
she advised, causing the copter to pitch violently. "You should have just let
me go, Jessica," she chided. "I've no real quarrel with you or Kallista. My
business concerns only my former mistress and future slave, Dr. Takagashi."

"Former mistress?" Jessica said, striving to maintain her grip. "That would
make you one of the fujinjas."

"Isako, and like I said, despite the beating you gave myself and my sisters
the last time we met, I've no real problem with you and would have happily
left you to your own devices. But, as always, you had to play the heroine and
so I am forced to kill you," she said with mock-sadness as she caused the
helicopter to fly nearly upside down, mercilessly banging Jessica into the
underside of the craft.

"Ungh! Yeah, well, thanks for the offer, but I've promised to turn Koyuki over
to the Japanese authorities, and I mean to keep that promise. Handing you over
to them, too, might just be enough to keep me from getting my ass reamed by my
superiors, so I guess I owe you one, Isako," the redhead said, flipping around
into the open door of the chopper and kicking the fujinja in the side of the
head. She quickly grabbed the pilot's headrest and then pounded her feet into
the back of the fujinja's head, knocking it forward and smashing it into the
windshield. "Had enough?" Jessica asked, wrapping her legs around the Japanese
babe's neck and choking her. "Ready to bring this bird in for a nice landing,
or do I have to knock you out and do it myself?"

In response, Isako howled in fury and pushed forward on the stick. "I will not
be defeated by you a second time, bitch!" she screamed as the chopper plunged
downwards.

Kall looked up and noticed with growing alarm that not only was the helicopter
out of control and heading for the ground, but that her car was directly in
its path! "Get out of there, Jessica," she said through gritted teeth as her
bracelets began to glow.

"Pull up, you crazy bitch, or you'll kill us all!" Koyuki screamed, tugging
frantically at Isako's arms, but it was no use, she simply wasn't strong
enough.

"This won't accomplish anything, Isako," Jessica said, tightening her choke
and reaching around to try and grab her arms and force them to release the
stick.

"You know my culture better than that, Jessica. An honorable death is better
than an ignoble defeat," she said and then with a grunt wrenched the bar
completely out of the floor while at the same time using Jessica's legs to
snap her neck.

"You stupid cunt! You've done it now!" the doctor screamed, grabbing the
useless bar from her dead hands and raising it threateningly at the redhead.

"Shut up, Koyuki!" Jessica growled, snapping her head around with a
short-armed right cross. She then untangled her legs from Isako's throat and
grabbed Koyuki, slung her over her shoulder and then made her way over to the
door of the chopper. Taking a deep breath, she tensed and then jumped, hoping
she had enough strength to reach the top of the semi that had brought the Vice
Girls' stage equipment. As her right hand stretched out and barely caught the
edge of the trailer, while her left kept a tight hold on Koyuki, Kallista
fired a ball of fire at the chopper and it exploded, sparing her precious car
from any damage.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she raced over and held up her arms. "Drop her,
Jess, and I'll catch her," she told the redhead. Jessica let go of Koyuki and
she fell to the ground when the blonde suddenly put her arms behind her back.
"Whoops-a-daisy. I'm such a butterfingers."

Jessica dropped lightly to the ground next to her and picked up Koyuki, noting
that she had only gotten a few more scrapes as a result of her fall. "Yeah,
right."

"Hey, you're lucky you jumped clear in time or I would have had to blow you
up, too," the blonde said.

"I'm not lucky, I'm good," the redhead smirked. Then, she paused as the
blonde's meaning hit home. "Blow me up, too? To save your car?!" Jessica said
incredulously.

"I told you I loved that car," Kall laughed.

She suddenly stopped laughing when an unusual sound cut through the night,
overpowering even the noise of the concert. It was a sort of high-pitched
whine that sounded eerily familiar to the agents. "Almost sounds like a
bomb..." Kall said a second before the speaker that had shot into the air
dropped directly onto her VW, flattening it before exploding in a glorious
ball of fire.

Now it was Jessica's turn to laugh. "It was just a car, Kall," she said
between guffaws. Kallista just stood there with her mouth hanging open and her
brown eyes filling with tears and the redhead decided it would be best to
leave her alone for a while. Besides, she was running out of time to grill
Koyuki before she had to be on a plane bound for Japan.

She headed away from the noise and confusion of both the concert and the fire
department's efforts to extinguish the remains of both the helicopter and
Kallista's VW and set the doctor down on a bench near the entrance to the
arena that was next to the stadium. She quickly searched her and found a small
transmitter in her pocket and promptly crushed it. "Wake up, Koyuki," she
said, slapping her face sharply. "We haven't got much time and I need some
answers from you."

The Japanese babe groaned and her dark eyes fluttered open. "Oh, good grief.
Out of the frying pan..."

"I just saved your life, you know. I wouldn't call that going from bad to
worse," the redhead pointed out.

"Like I told Isako, I'd rather be dead than go back to prison, so you do the
math," Koyuki said miserably.

"Fine, you can commit seppuku to your heart's content after I get the answers
to some questions for all I care," Jessica snarled.

"Whoa. Dying is one thing, killing myself is quite another. I survived prison
once, I can handle another stretch. Besides, we both know no prison can hold
me for long," she winked at the agent. "So, what do you want to know?"

"You know what I want to know, Koyuki. Quit stalling and tell me about the
process you developed that allows people's essences to be not only stored but
transferred to other bodies."

"My most brilliant accomplishment," Koyuki beamed. "Pity it was wasted by your
friend Winsome on schemes of petty revenge and a ridiculous attempt to
overthrow your government." She saw Jessica staring at her impatiently and
continued, "Okay, the process for capturing someone's personality is actually
three different procedures. The first captures the basics of human behavior,
what is roughly analogous to the earliest stage of fetal development. The next
stage secures the higher functions, such as language and special skills like
gymnastics or martial arts. The final phase is the real meat of the operation,
it acquires the facets of the individual that make her or him who she or he
is. In other words, it deals with the acquisition of the individual's specific
memories and aspects that make that person unique. The imprinting process is
exactly the same, with the basic functions being established first, followed
by the higher and then the unique ones. Of course, that's the method for
imprinting a clone, a tabla rasa, if you will. Now, when we used the method on
you, it was a bit different..."

"Not only different but unstable, too. Let's not worry about that. Tell me
about the storage method. What does Winsome need to make carbon copies of he
and Mel?" Jessica asked.

"Well, besides the bodies, of course, all he needs is a super computer and
enough memory to store all of a person's memories."

"Which would be, what, a couple of million gigabytes?" the redhead suggested.

"More like a couple trillion, Jessica. He'll also need a device of my own
creation that extracts and downloads the digitally gathered information
directly into the cerebral cortex. And, really, that's it. Ingenious, isn't
it?" Koyuki grinned.

"Yeah. Pity, though. You could have won a Nobel Prize for it if you weren't
such a psychopathic bitch," Jessica nodded, standing up and stretching her
aching muscles. "Thanks for the info, Koyuki. Ready to go back to prison?"

"I can help you find him and stop him," Koyuki said suddenly.

"What?" She looked down at the Japanese babe in astonishment.

"I can help you find him. The equipment he's using has a very distinct output
signature. I can identify it, but I'll only do it if you don't take me back to
Japan."

"I can find him without your help. Besides, it's more likely that he'll find
me first anyway. Nice try, though."

"Granted, he might find you first, and might even let you find one or two of
his lairs, but you can't be sure you've found them all without my help. I'm
offering you the chance to eliminate a far greater threat to this world than I
am, and the only thing I ask in return is that I be allowed to remain in this
country while we hunt him down. After we've eliminated Winsome's threat once
and for all, you can decide what to do with me."

"You're obviously planning on either killing me yourself or hoping Winsome
will do it for you," Jessica said thoughtfully. "So, really, why should I
trust you to do what you say?"

"I'll have to keep legitimately helping you or else you'll simply ship me off
to Japan for one thing," she pointed out. "But I also want Winsome stopped for
my own reasons. You're not worried that you can't keep me under check, are
you?" giggled Koyuki. Jessica scowled. "Is it your sense of justice, then? Is
that pesky moral compass of yours swinging too wildly to be sure which way
it's pointing?"

"Something like that," the redhead confessed. "Listen, Koyuki, even if I
wanted to take you up on your offer, I have no choice but to turn you over to
the Japanese authorities."

"I have information that your superiors might deem valuable enough to warrant
an intercession on my behalf," Koyuki said slowly.

"What kind of information?" Jessica asked suspiciously.

"Let's just say it concerns the Japanese government and their long-term plans
and leave it at that until we have a deal, shall we?"

Jessica bit her lower lip and weighed the options: Winsome is a much bigger
threat than Koyuki could ever hope to be now that Sakhmet has been expelled
from this plane for the time being and if she wasn't just bluffing about being
able to track him it might be worth it if she 'escaped' justice. Plus, if she
was on the level about the Japanese government... The redhead sighed heavily.
"Okay, I'll run your offer by my superiors, but I can't make any promises."

"Fair enough, Jessica," giggled Koyuki unsettlingly.

"Come on, let's get Kall and the others and then grab some food. I'm
starving," she said wearily, dragging Koyuki to her feet by her arm and
keeping a tight hold of it as they walked back to the stadium.

"There you are," said Commissioner Yates as Jessica and Koyuki walked up. The
policewoman was talking to Kallista-Who looked like she'd been
crying-Danielle, NightFox, Raven, and Lupe, who, the redhead was happy to
note, was back in her human form now that the excitement of the fight was
past. "I was just congratulating your associates here on a job well done.
Thanks to your unique efforts, none of the young people gave us any reason to
arrest them. You can all expect a commendation from the mayor, and quite
possibly medals."

"We were just glad we could help, Commissioner Yates," said NightFox in her
most official voice.

You sound like an old episode of 'Batman,' Vixen snickered inside her head.

"It's a shame you had those two explosions, of course, but I'm sure in light
of your success otherwise the city will overlook those gaffes. At least no one
got hurt," Miranda said with a relieved smile.

"Yes, we were fortunate in that regard," said Jessica quickly, glancing over
at Kall and hoping she'd follow her lead. But the blonde didn't appear to be
listening to the conversation and seemed to be lost in her own little world.

"Too bad about the helicopter and your car, of course, Agent Blackhart," the
commissioner added. "At least the LAPD won't be issuing you any more citations
for a while." Kall just glared at her with red-rimmed eyes and Miranda
swallowed uneasily and continued, "Tonight my department will be more than
happy to pick up the tab for dinner at the restaurant of your choice." She
handed a voucher to the redhead. "If you have any trouble, here's my personal
cell phone number," she added, giving her a business card with the number
written on the back.

"Thanks, commissioner. I know I'm starving, and I'm willing to bet I'm not the
only one," Jessica smiled, noting the nods of approval from the others.

"No, thank you, all of you. Ah, I nearly forgot to congratulate you on
capturing Dr. Takagashi," Miranda said, glancing at the Japanese babe on whose
arm Jessica had a tight hold. "I'm sure Major General Holm will be pleased as
well."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure she will," the redhead said without much conviction. "Well,
it's been a real slice, as they used to say, but I don't think LA will miss me
too much."

"I'm sure there are plenty of other adventures in store for our fair city once
you've gone back to DC, Agent Chance," Yates said, looking meaningfully at
NightFox and her sidekick. "Have a safe trip back home."

Jessica nodded and shook the proffered hand and then she and the others headed
over to where NightFox's and Raven's motorcycles were parked. "Say, how are we
going to get to the restaurant, or back to the hotel for that matter, since we
got here in Blackhart's car?" Danielle suddenly asked.

Kall's lower lip began to tremble violently and a moment later she burst into
tears.

* * * * *

After a filling meal at the Napa Valley Grille, which set the LAPD back almost
$500, Lupe headed back to the hospital to be with Simone, after first
promising Danielle that she would happily tell her of her many adventures, and
NightFox and Raven hit the streets to do some patrolling, leaving Jessica
alone with the two blondes and Koyuki. The four of them managed to squeeze
into a single cab, unlike their trip to the restaurant where they'd been
forced to hire two taxis to accommodate the big Spaniard, and they were soon
at the Hilton. Fortunately, Kall's former room had been cleaned up and all
four of them wouldn't be forced to spend the night in Jessica's room.

Still, rather inevitably, that's where they all found themselves.

As Jessica prepared herself for her call to Major General Holm, Koyuki and
Dani made themselves comfortable while Kallista ordered some champagne from
room service. "We deserve to celebrate, dammit," the blonde said. Both
Danielle and Koyuki suspected that her desire to consume more alcohol-She'd
already had several drinks with her dinner-was fueled more out of misery than
any sense of victory. But neither one cared to argue with her over the point
and happily awaited the arrival of the bubbly.

Jessica finally dialed her superior and the conversation quickly degenerated
into an apology session on the redhead's part. Kall, Dani, and even Koyuki
cringed as Jessi silently endured the verbal ass-reaming until she had a
chance to explain Koyuki's proposal. While the Japanese babe and the Major
General talked, Jessica came over and downed a glass of champagne.

"I take it things didn't go well with your boss, huh, Jessica?" Danielle said
sympathetically, giving her a tight hug.

"I've just been removed from the field and placed on desk duty pending a job
performance review," the redhead said miserably, falling easily into her lap.
"I'm lucky I wasn't charged with treason for jeopardizing America's official
relationship with Japan. Heck, I might still be if Holm doesn't buy Koyuki's
pitch."

"Oh, poor baby," cooed Dani, stroking her hair soothingly.

"Don't worry, Jess, if Koyuki was on the level, Holm will be too happy to stay
mad at you for long," Kall said, trying not to let the sight of Jessica and
the blonde openly showing affection for each other bother her, but not doing
very well at it.

"She wishes to speak with you again, Jessica," announced Koyuki, holding her
hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.

The redhead reluctantly got up and took the phone as the Japanese babe walked
back over to the others and sat back down.

"Well, don't keep us in suspense, you bitch! What did Holm say?" Kall
demanded. "Are we putting you on the next flight to Japan or not?"

Koyuki smiled smugly and said simply, "Say hello to Jessica's new roommate."

Kallista let out a deep sigh and awkwardly stood up and walked over to the
redhead. "Tell Holm I'm accompanying Inspector Miyazawa's body back to Japan
and I'll be happy to tell the Japanese government anything she wants me to
about why Koyuki didn't come with me," she said firmly.

"Just a minute, Ma'am," Jessica said, covering the mouthpiece. "Are you sure
about this, Kall?"

"Dead sure. There's some business over there that needs taking care of," the
blonde said defiantly. "Besides, I said I wanted to go back there one of these
days."

Jessica nodded and relayed what Kall had said to Holm. "She wants to talk to
you," she said, holding the phone out. Kallista took it and Jessica sat on the
bed and listened as she and Holm worked out the details of her trip and what
she would say to the Japanese authorities regarding Koyuki.

"I seriously doubt you're worth all this bother," Dani said disgustedly,
looking at Koyuki and frowning.

"You're just jealous that I'll be spending so much time with your girlfriend,"
the Japanese babe countered.

Danielle rolled her eyes and waited for Jessica and Kallista to rejoin them.

"Yes, Ma'am, I understand. No, Ma'am, that won't be a problem. I will, Ma'am.
I'll be sure to remind her, Ma'am. See you when I get back to DC, Ma'am."
Kallista let out a deep breath as she hung up the phone and collapsed
backwards onto the bed, with her head landing squarely in Jessica's lap. "I
don't envy you having to see her before she's had a chance to cool down,
Jess," the blonde said, looking up into the redhead's green eyes. "And the
worse thing is that her anger is that calm, spooky kind of military anger. If
she'd yell or shoot us or something, I could handle it, but she just keeps her
voice so calm and steady and never shows anything but indifference... It
totally creeps me out!"

"I know what you mean," laughed Jess. "Once she called me by first name and I
nearly fainted."

"Really? Was she mad?" Kall inquired.

"Nope. She seemed kind of happy, although it was difficult to be sure, since
she doesn't really seem to display any emotions whatsoever," she said and then
adopted a very straight face. "I'm so happy."

"She reminds me of that dog in those old MGM cartoons," giggled Kall.

"Droopy!" Jess exclaimed. "Yeah, she does!" The two women burst into fits of
laughter and rolled around until they were face to face. "Thanks, Kall, I
really appreciate you going to Japan to take the heat off me."

"Whoa. Hold on, Chance. Yeah, that's part of the reason, but there's more to
it than just getting you out of Holm's shit house," Kall said. "But you can
still show your appreciation if you absolutely insist on it."

Jessica leaned forward and kissed her deeply and passionately, the kiss only
breaking off when she heard Koyuki say rather loudly, "Damn! Too bad we don't
have any popcorn."

The two women rolled away from each other and sat up, their faces turning
bright red.

"Don't sweat it, Jessi," smiled Danielle, soundly cuffing Koyuki on the back
of her head. "The doc and I will make ourselves comfortable in here if you two
want to go next door."

"I'd hate to do that to you, Dani," the redhead began.

"I insist. And take your time," she added with a wink.

Jessica and Kallista stood up and the redhead came over and gave Danielle a
big kiss. "Thanks, this means a lot to me. And I promise to make it up to
you," she whispered. "In spades!" She laughed and then darted into the
bathroom. Kall looked over and nodded her head and Dani returned the gesture.

"Nobility makes me sick," Koyuki said as Kall shut the door behind her.

Dani smacked her again and said, "I'm really beginning to feel sorry for
Jessica."

"So, wanna see what's on TV or just fuck?" Koyuki asked, rubbing the back of
her head.

In the bathroom, Jessica paused by the tub. "Shall we have a bubble bath, like
on our first night?" she suggested.

"No water tonight, Chance. I think we've gone with flow plenty this trip
already. Time to get down and dirty," she chuckled, charging at the redhead
and scooping her up onto her shoulder and then diving onto the bed.

The two women practically tore each other's clothes off and then stood on
their knees and kissed each other with such intensity that both were panting
and covered with sweat by the time they collapsed onto the bed. After a brief
kiss on her throat, Kall eagerly moved down to the luscious breasts and sucked
and tongued them while her hands slid between the redhead's legs. She paused
and looked up at her partner to gauge her reaction, but Jessica's head was
thrown back and her eyes were closed, although a huge smile was spread across
her lovely lips. Kall nodded and continued where she'd left off.

When her hands had brought the redhead to multiple shuddering orgasms, she
moved her mouth down and really worked on Jessica's pussy, expertly using her
teeth and tongue to cause the redhead more pleasure than she'd ever
experienced. And just when Jessica thought it was finally over and her body
couldn't take any more, Kallista managed to excite and arouse her into yet
another display of sexual fireworks.

"Was it worth the wait?" Kall asked softly when poor Jessica had been reduced
to a quivering mass of ecstasy. But the only response the redhead was capable
of was a long moan of satisfaction. "I'll take that as a yes." The blonde
grinned and kissed her and then laid her head down on the trembling stomach of
her lover and soon both women had drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

* * * * *

Next morning, after a long, sensuous shower that was part washing, part
love-making, Jessica and Kallista quietly opened the door to the redhead's
former room and promptly burst out laughing at the sight of Koyuki, bound to
one of the chairs and securely gagged while Danielle lay stretched out in all
her nude glory on the large bed. The blonde opened her eyes and smiled at
them.

"I was going to ask how your night went, but I guess there's no need," the
redhead laughed, padding over to the bed and giving the blonde a long kiss.

"This is a good look for you, Koyuki," Kall said, standing in front of the
enraged Japanese babe with her hands on her hips. "I think I'll leave you like
that until we've had breakfast."

Koyuki screamed through her gag, which, incidentally, was nothing more than
Dani's knickers stuffed in her mouth and then held in place with the blonde's
bra, and Kallista sighed and removed the makeshift, but very effective, gag.
"Well, untie me, you bitch, before I piss all over myself!" the Japanese babe
snarled.

"Are you always so pleasant in the mornings?" Kall asked as she untied the
phone cord Danielle had used to tie her to the chair.

"Only when I've spent the night tied to a chair. Hurry up!" barked Koyuki, her
legs wiggling uncontrollably. When the cord was barely loose, she struggled
free and charged into the bathroom, nearly knocking Kall down in the process.

"You sure you want to be her baby-sitter, Jess?" Kallista asked. "I could
still take her back to Japan with me."

"It won't be fun, but it will be worth it to make sure Winsome is out of the
picture once and for all. Besides, I can handle her," the redhead assured her
from her position on the bed next to Danielle.

Kall looked skeptical but said, "Well, you won't have to handle her just yet.
I'm going to escort her down to breakfast to give you two some alone time.
Don't bother thanking me, just remember that you owe me big time. Both of
you."

"Like there'll be any need for us to remember anything with you reminding us
every chance you get," Jessica snickered. She then mouthed 'Thank you' and
blew Kall a kiss.

"What's for breakfast? I'm famished," Koyuki announced, emerging from the
bathroom.

Kall walked over and grabbed her by the hair. "Just shut up and follow me,
unless you prefer eating through a straw for the next six weeks," the blonde
growled, dragging her back to her room and shutting the door behind them.

"I thought they'd never leave," Dani laughed, sitting up and slowly peeling
Jessica's clothes off.

"Danielle, I want to explain about why nothing happened last time," Jessica
said as she was stripped.

"You don't owe me any explanations, Jessi," the other assured her, pulling her
pants off with erotic deliberation.

"Maybe not, but I still want to explain," she insisted and then moaned with
pleasure as Dani used her teeth to tug her silk panties down to her ankles.
"Ohhhh, but maybe after we've finished would be better." The blonde grinned
and then moved slowly back up Jessi's legs until her face was buried in the
redhead's neatly trimmed bush. "Ohhhh, yeah! My explanation can definitely
wait!" she cried, reaching down and grabbing Danielle's blonde hair and
forcing her even deeper into her nethers. When the blonde used her upper body
strength to left the redhead's ass up off the bed and then shoved back until
Jessica's head banged into the headboard, the redhead could hardly keep from
screaming with delight. When Danielle moved her hands around and began to
fondle her tits, Jessi couldn't control herself any longer and screamed as she
climaxed.

"Shut up, you crazy bitch! Are you trying to get us kicked out of here?"
Danielle laughed and then quickly dove down and covered Jessi's mouth with her
own and the two women spent the next hour pleasuring each other until neither
had the strength to get up from the bed. Besides, they weren't sure if they
could stand, let alone walk, anyway even if they did.

"Now, what were you saying about an explanation?" Danielle asked as they lay
wrapped in each other's arms.

Jessica laughed and then told her all about what had happened with Horst,
Winsome, and Brother Abel and how their violations had prevented her from
experiencing any sexual pleasure until she'd been too concerned with someone
else's feelings to worry about her own. "Ironic how even though Isako was my
enemy, she helped me get through one of the most trying chapters of my life,"
she finished, her hand casually stroking the light fuzz on the blonde's belly.

"She actually helped all of us," Danielle reminded her. "If it hadn't been for
her getting in and shutting down that transmitter, who knows how this would
have turned out?"

Jessica nodded and then said softly, "I'm sorry she's dead, but yet, in a way,
I know she would rather be dead than in prison, so I guess things turned out
for the best."

"She made the choice, Jessica. Some people are simply beyond our help, no
matter how hard we try," the blonde said, running her fingers through Jessi's
wine-red tresses.

"Yeah, I think I'm finally starting to figure that out," she nodded, recalling
that Cassandra had told her much the same thing not too long ago. "So, where
are you off to next?"

"After I talk to Lupe, I'm headed for Russia where there are reports of aliens
using peasants to mine for some rare elements near Chernobyl," she said
airily. "After that, who knows."

"So it could be a while before we see each again, huh?" Jessica said rather
somberly.

"Could be," agreed Danielle sadly.

"Up for a quickie, then?" The redhead giggled and then dove between the
blonde's legs before she had time to reply.

EPILOGUE - Tokyo, Japan

The funeral had been nice enough, with both Reiko and Asami being awarded
numerous posthumous accolades and honors, but Kall did find it a bit ironic
that both Inspector Komatsu and her fujinja look-alike had been blown up,
leaving no body in her coffin, merely pictures and mementos donated by her
husband. She had felt sorry for him as he and his daughter stood in the noon
sun and watched as photos of the person they loved most in the world were
saluted and accorded all the praises and tributes her body would have been.
She had also felt sorry for Sam's and Rei's fellow SFU colleagues, with the
notable exception of Chief Inspector Daikato. Something about him rubbed the
blonde the wrong way the first time she saw him in his office, shortly after
she'd arrived with Inspector Miyazawa's remains. Daikato was a small man with
thinning hair and nervous, dark eyes that were barely visible under his
extremely large, thick eyebrows. He looked more like a criminal than a cop to
Kallista so she'd done some checking and, with the help of some of the Aegis
hackers, had discovered that he'd received a large sum of money recently,
which, instead of depositing in his regular bank account, had been placed in a
newly opened Swiss one.

That convinced the blonde that he was dirty, but it still didn't confirm that
he'd been responsible for allowing the fujinja to take Sam's place or that
he'd been the one that had tipped them off about the whereabouts and details
of the training exercise. She'd need to get him to talk before she could be
positive of anything further than admittedly suspicious behavior, so at the
reception following the memorial service she'd made a point of drinking a lot
and flirting heavily with him. Needless to say, the decidedly unattractive
little man was too thrilled at the attention to give it much thought and when
the two of them ended up in a private, and very exclusive, geisha house, he
figured he'd died and gone to Heaven.

He turned out to be half-right.

"So, how does a lowly Chief Inspector afford membership in a swanky club like
this," Kall drawled, playing up being drunk as much as possible and forcing
herself to let the repulsive man paw her to his heart's content without
actually doing anything to satisfy him sexually. She'd also slipped a bit of
sodium pentathol into his last few drinks to make him more talkative.

"Oh, I have very good fortune recently," he replied, doing his best to remove
Kall's top and get at her tits.

"Playing the stock market? Betting on the ponies? Or are you just a whiz at
Mahjong?" she asked, discreetly rebuttoning her blouse from the top down as he
got to the last button.

"No, nothing like that. I got money from some people for a very small favor,"
he said absently, frowning when he saw that Kall's blouse had mysteriously
rebuttoned itself.

"Nothing illegal, I hope," laughed the blonde, surreptitiously rebuttoning his
shirt while he unbuttoned hers again.

"Doesn't matter now. People who pay me are out of the picture. Argh! Stupid
blouse!" he snarled, ripping it completely off of the blonde. "I buy you
another."

"Don't worry about it. What do you mean that the people who paid you are out
of the picture?" she asked, resigning herself to having her tits mauled as he
dove at them, slobbering all over them like a panting dog.

"They dead or in prison. They never bother me again," he replied, squeezing
her tender titflesh between his grubby hands like Play-Doh.

"And no one got hurt because of your small favor?" Kall asked, grimacing both
from the roughness of his manner and the very thought of him touching her at
all.

"A few people got hurt. A few died. But no one know I had anything to do with
any of it. No more talk. Fuck!" he commanded, loosening his belt and letting
his pants fall to his ankles.

"You're fucked, all right, you sick bastard," Kall said with quiet menace as
she launched a kick up between his legs and nailed his tiny dick, the toes of
her foot driving it back and up into his body so far that he was not only
lifted off his feet, but the sole of her foot ended up crushing his balls,
too. He dropped to the ground and then toppled slowly over onto his face, his
hands instinctively going for his mangled genitals. "I never got to know
Asami, but Reiko was a good kid and a fine officer from what I could gather
and you gave them both up for money! Scum like you don't deserve to live," she
growled, grabbing the man's belt and wrapping it around his throat. "And let's
not forget about the ODS agents that died because of your small favor or the
numerous people who were injured." She placed one foot at the base of his
spine and leaned back, tightening the belt around his neck until his eyes
bulged obscenely and his breath came in wheezing gasps as he clawed
ineffectually at the strap. "I just wish there was some way to avoid you being
honored posthumously since that will be an insult to the men and women you
betrayed." She gave the belt a hard tug and heard his neck snap. "But I guess
some things just can't be helped." She let go of the belt and his head dropped
to the floor with a hollow thump.

When she left the room a while later, his body was hanging from an overhead
beam by his belt and it looked as if he'd committed suicide.

As Kallista had predicted, he was buried with honors a few days later,
although, the blonde happily noted, not as many nor ones as prestigious as his
fallen officers had received. She hadn't attended his funeral, though, as
she'd been on a plane bound for Washington, DC.

For those readers who might not be familiar with the two songs that play such
an important role in this story, here are the lyrics. No copyright
infringement is intended by providing these lyrics and I certainly didn't
profit financially from doing so. Please don't sue me.

We're Not Gonna Take It - Twisted Sister

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

We've got the right to choose it

There ain't no way we'll lost it

This is our life, this is our song

We'll fight the powers that be just

Don't pick our destiny 'cause

You don't know us, you don't belong

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

Oh you're so condescending

Your gall is neverending

We don't want nothin', not a thing from you

Your life is trite and jaded

Boring and confiscated

If that's your best, your best won't do

Oh Oh

We're right (yeah)

We're free (yeah)

We'll fight (yeah)

You'll see (yeah)

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

No way

Oh Oh

We're right (yeah)

We're free (yeah)

We'll fight (yeah)

You'll see (yeah)

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

Just you try and make us

We're not gonna take it

Come on!

No, we ain't gonna take it

You're all worthless and weak

We're not gonna take it anymore

Now drop and give me twenty

We're not gonna take it

Oh crinch pin

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh you and your uniform

We're not gonna take it anymore

Holiday - Madonna

Holiday, Celebrate

Holiday, Celebrate

If we took a holiday

Took some time to celebrate

Just one day out of life

It would be, it would be so nice

Everybody spread the word

We're gonna have a celebration

All across the world

In every nation

It's time for the good times

Forget about the bad times, oh yeah

One day to come together

To release the pressure

We need a holiday

If we took a holiday

Took some time to celebrate (come on, let's celebrate)

Just one day out of life (holiday)

It would be, it would be so nice

You can turn this world around

And bring back all of those happy days

Put your troubles down

It's time to celebrate

Let love shine

And we will find

A way to come together

And make things better

We need a holiday

If we took a holiday (holiday)

Took some time to celebrate (celebrate)

Just one day out of life (just one day)

It would be, it would be so nice

Holiday, Celebrate

Holiday, Celebrate

If we took a holiday (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Took some time to celebrate (come on, let's celebrate)

Just one day out of life (holiday)

It would be, it would be so nice

Holiday (oh yeah, oh yeah), Celebrate (come on, let's celebrate)

Holiday (just one day out of life), Celebrate

(fade)

Just for kicks, here are the lyrics to the title track of The Vice Girls'
latest CD: Eat Shit and Die. Enjoy.

Eat Shit and Die - The Vice Girls

You said I was the one

Our love was flying high

Then you kicked me to the curb

Seems it was all a lie

Did you think I'd just lay down

And let the hurt slide by?

Here's a clue for you, buddy...

Eat shit and die!

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

So now I'm on my own

Nothing new for me

Your promises have flown

Like an angry bee

But if you thought I'd be a wreck

That I'd just break down and cry

Here's clue for you, buddy...

Eat shit and die!

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

Just because I said I loved you

Just because I claimed to care

Just because I was there for you

Just because I cut your hair

Just because I took care of you

Just because I said you were rare

Just because I went down on you

Doesn't mean a thing

Since it was all a lie

If you thought I was sincere

I've got news for you, buddy...

Eat shit and die!

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

I'll find someone else

Just you wait and see

And you can bet your ass

That he'll take care of me

No more give and give

Never daring to take

From now on I'm gonna live

Without making that mistake

Somewhere in this world

Is a man who'll make me fly

Or maybe it's a girl

Who'll love me by and by

One thing is for sure

I've learned my lesson, guy

But if you're still a bit unclear, buddy...

Eat shit and die!

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

Eat shit and die!

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

La lala la la la

Eat shit and die

Eat shit and die!

Eat shit and die!

Eat shit and die!

(fade)

The End

(Finally)

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