First Encounter, 2nd generation
by Dusty Bottoms
A second genetically enhanced agent on an incredible mission


(sorry for the long intro, but it sets the stage for my previous two stories 
and also for her
AWESOME adventures that follow....email comments to junkbond75@hotmail.com)

          Party Crashing

  The sounds of the celebration gradually began to fade behind her as 
she made her way deeper down the metal corridor, its steelly finish 
moving slowly by her. Her black formal gown swished in the quiet hall, 
her long blonde hair doing the same against her broad shoulders. She 
rounded a corner and immediately saw an area ahead where the corridors 
forked off in a myriad of directions. She quickly turned down the one 
that said "restricted personnel only." 
  It was then that she allowed her mind to wander. She thought about her 
training, her hatred for her upbringing, but also her secret relishment 
of her power, and the power of her two sisters. Samantha, the redhead 
based on the Everheart computer model, should have been busy in New York 
by now, and the Kari model should have already infiltrated the home of a 
crime boss, posing as an escort (previous story and stories to come). 
  She thought of her mission: through weeks of careful planning, she had 
been able to enter the inner circle of the infamous Del Toro family, and 
had gained the trust of Jose Del Toro himself. Del Toro was a known drug 
smuggler who was anti-American and provided weapons, men, and money to 
anti-US forces in Columbia. He was proving to be more effective than 
secret Pentagon programs, and had to be stopped. 
  That is where Sonya came in. She was one of three women born by, bred 
by, and trained by a secret government program. Very few in the 
governmental infrastructure even knew of the genetics program, and even 
fewer knew of its true potential and function. 
  Three embryos had been procured from three different sets of parents, 
and each set of parents had each met a sudden, unfortunate end. 
  Each pre-natal form was then imbued with a secret blend of steroids, 
muscle enhancing drugs, and a wide collection of serums. Genetic 
enhancement was about to take a turn. 
  The government had realized women made far better field agents than 
their male counterparts. Each agent could use her charms and abilties 
better than males, and the opposing force was less likely to consider a 
woman a threat. Women tended to be more intelligent and less suseptible 
to pain than men. It was clear: ultimate agents had to be female. 
  It was here that genetic enhancement became an issue. Each agent had 
to be better than the average male. The genetic experiments of a man 
known only as "Janus" then came into play, he slowly produced a nearly 
magical blend of treatment chemicals. Years of early testing were done, 
and the final product was used in the three "donated" embryos. 
  Each woman had to be intelligent for one. Able to use her skills 
quickly and efficiently. Able to organize and sort data. To learn the 
fine points of torture and punishment, of battle and peace. Therefore, 
Janus had created a fluid based on the synaptic and spinal fluid of the 
most intelligent scientists in the lab, as well as outside it. He also 
included the traits of artists as well, to induce creative thought. Pre-
natal testing confirmed his theories; each woman tested in over the 200 
IQ mark. 
  Agility was the next concern. Again, a fluid was created, utilizing 
genetic material from an assortment of athletes, gymnasts, 
contortionists, fitness competitors, and dancers. Again, each embryos 
was given this dose. Each was rated at a flexibility level of nearly 
eight times a normal man, with minor differences among them. Sam was by 
far the most flexible to them all, followed by Sonya, then Fiona. 
  Strength was the next major concern. Obviously, the stronger the 
better. A serum based on genetic material gathered from bodybuilders and 
athletes was created. It was refined over and over for nearly ten years, 
until it reached its maximum potential. The formula as tested created a 
near superrace in tested animals and in hastily procured brain dead 
human test subjects. It led to extreme muscle growth, but in a strange 
way. Muscle material became equally spread between the two types, slow 
twitch and fast twitch. Slow twitch was good for long slow feats of 
strength, while fast twitch was good for sprints and quick bursts of 
power. Each was equal, but increased  exponentially. In the desire to 
have a relatively normal looking specimen, Janus refined the formula 
until the existing mass was buffered and layered, becoming deeper on an 
atomic level. Thus, the muscle cell count of each embryo increased 
thirty fold, while maintaining an overall normal look. This also led to 
a heavier subject: each woman, while appearing awesomely toned and fit, 
would not look overly muscular, but their superhumanly dense musculature 
increased their weight by around 50%, a small price to pay for a normal 
looking woman with the strength of nearly twenty five men. Again, each 
subject responded as per her natural genomes: Sam was the weakest (with 
a male strength component of 19), with Sonya in the middle at a rating 
of x25.  Fiona, being the most compact of the three, scored an amazing 
x39 factor. In fact, Fiona had actually torn the cast iron bar in the 
simulator in half with a mere tensing of her right hand. 
  Finally, each agent would be based on an existing template for their 
physical appearance. The year was 1995, and a large pool of donors was 
considered. After much deliberation, donors were chosen. A combination 
of genetic enhancement based on hastily and expertly procured samples ( 
a strand of hair, or scrape of skin) and physical surgeries were done in 
preparation. 
  Samantha, given her genetic predisposition in height at nearly six 
feet, was to be modelled after actress/model Angie Everheart. Her 
genomes were treated, and sure enough, she grew to be a shade under six 
feet tall, with pearly white teeth, an incredible hourglass shape, and 
long flame-red hair. 
  Fiona was ranked at a mere five foot three inches. After lengthy 
searching and consideration, her model was chosen: the lusty Kari Wuhrer 
was chosen as a physical model. With thick athletic thighs, a wide set 
of shoulders, voluptuous bosom, pouty mouth, arching eyebrows, and rich 
auburn hair, she was the perfect reproduction of the screen beauty. And 
with a strength factor of x39, she packed quite a punch. 
  Sonya herself was the middle ranking over almost ever category between 
the three girls. She was 5'6", and of  a physical build somewhere 
between the steely willowness of Sam and the wide musculature of Fiona. 
She was set to develop the widest hips and chest of the three, yet also 
to retain her athletic appearance. Her predisposition to have a shock of 
blonde hair is what led her creators to pick Sable, the tv wrestling 
star, as her model. 
  It was done. Three births, all within eight hours of each other. The 
drugs and enhancements took effect immediately, and the subjects began 
to grow. The drugs were designed to allow for incredible aging early on, 
and a gradually slowing to an almost inperceptible level. As a result, 
each woman appeared a physically and mentally mature woman of 25 at the 
actual age of seven. This way, future models could be made quickly. The 
aging process would then slow, and each agent had the projected lifespan 
of around 120 years, with actual physcial, mental, and appearance 
degradation held off until the age of around 90. Therefore, with each, 
the agency had created a strikingly beautiful, incredibly strong and 
powerful, superhumanly intelligent agent that would be operable for 
around 65 years. 
  Training was advanced, mostly mental. Each girl was given the 
opportunity to advance at her own rate. Sonya advanced the quickest, 
followed by Sam and then Fiona. A high speed computer fed information on 
tactics, history, self defense, weapons, and pop culture, art and even 
domestic issues at a blinding rate. As a result, in four short years, 
each women became 6th degree black belts in karate, judo, nijitsu, Tae 
Kwon Do, grappling, and greco roman wrestling by the time their bodies 
appeared to be 12 years old. Each knew more about history than most 
professors, and could assemble an automatic rifle in less than twenty 
seconds. Each had seen every movie, television series, and news 
broadcast from the last 30 years, and could recall each clearly. Each 
had been well versed in science, especially anatomy (as this bred more 
efficient killers). Each had been exposed to non-enhanced males in 
training excercises, and in sexual orientation sessions. Few of these 
subjects survived their encounters with the agents; those that did were 
unable to leave the facility and were reduced the role of genetic 
material producers and capable of little, most being unable to move. 
  This was the way they had been created, 3 agents so secret that they 
did not even have coded names for the project. Fewer than 200 officials 
knew of their existence, and fewer than 20 knew of their true 
capabilities. 


  These were the thoughts that ran through Sonya's head as she walked 
calmly down the hall, deeper into enemy territory. The Del Toro war 
bunker was well known to the agency, its twisting corridors and 
computerized security of almost mythic quality. No agent had been able 
to break in and escape. 
  Until now. 
  The only photo of the bunker had shown a stand-alone console that held 
the key to her success, and as she rounded another corner, she saw it. 
It was a dull grey console that rose from the metal floor, with a single 
guard, a large man dressed in a gray jumpsuit standing behind it, 
looking slightly bored. As she neared him, he perked up; she flashed her 
widest smile and she neared him and her allowed himself to gaze at her 
incredible form. She was a knockout. 
  "Help!" she chirped playfully. 
  The guard just grinned and pointed back the way she came. "Ma'am, 
you're going to have to-" 
  "Oh, I just need a restroom," she said, her voice smooth and sultry. 
  "Yes, but I'm afraid Mr. Del Toro's party is restricted to just the 
blue area. This is the red-" 
  "Oh, come on," she cooed. She let a black-gloved hand linger on his 
own. "There has got to be one back there." She pointed further down the 
steely corridor at a large red sliding door. 
  The guard was becoming impatient. "Look, ma'am, you are going to have 
to go back the way you came." 
  She smiled at him again and actually poked her tongue at him 
playfully. "Oh, come on, you look so lonely back here all alone." 
  "Ma'am, I'm going to have to call security." With that, he bagan to 
reach for a button on the console beside him. She answered him 
immediately, and when she did, her voice was a full octave lower, husky, 
and menacing. 
  "Touch that console and I'll break your fucking neck," she growled. 
  "What?" He was stunned, and was momentarily confused. 
  She dropped her handbag and adopted a wide stance, shoulder-width. 
"I'm an emissary of the US government," she said, "and if you so much as 
move you're a fucking dead man." 
  The guard, instead of immediately sounding the alarm, did exactly what 
she expected of him. He turned on her, left arm raised to grab her neck. 
  Silently, she stepped into his attack. She blocked his strike with her 
right forearm, and her left hand became a blur. With a bone smashing 
cruch, it impacted his jaw. The bone pulverized instantly, and the force 
sent him sailing up over the console and against the corridor wall. She 
allowed him to stand slowly, as he tried to shout through his ruined 
mouth; what emerged was little more than a squeak. 
  He swung his right arm, and she caught his hand in her left fist. She 
tensed her muscles in her forearm and the guard's hand bones exploded 
into powder. He fell to his knees, delerious with pain. She reached down 
and grasped his ruined jaw in her right hand, and with a casual push 
sent his body straight up twelve feet where it impacted with the ceiling 
with a crunching thud. He smacked down to her right, amazingly still 
conscious. 
  She took this moment to tear the pretty but constricting gown off. 
Underneath she wore her usual black and yellow latex battle suit. It had 
sleeves that would automatically retract via miniscule-thin layers, to 
different designs desired by her given her situations. It clung to her 
ample and toned form tightly, yet flexed to allow whatever movement 
needed, her musculature outlined in striking detail. The slick material 
went down to a pair of sleek black boots with a slightly raised heel, 
equally clinging to her frame. She quickly wadded up the gown and placed 
it in her handbag. 
  "Still awake?" She asked playfully. "You know you're only alive cause 
I like playing with you." She grasped his collar in her right hand and 
hauled him to his feet, and then off them. They dangled helplessly 
beneath him. 
  "Hmm. What to do, what to do. I know! Bon voyage!" She suddenly pushed 
straight out and released him. His body flew through the air at nearly 
fifty miles an hour; he collided with the opposite wall with deadly 
force; he bent in upon himself, the sound of bones snapping clearly 
audible of the crash. He fell in a heap and was still. 
  She wasted no time. Sonya stepped up the console and attached a small 
electronic device to an outlet on the console. It made a beep, and the 
LED light went from red to green. Every security camera locked on its 
present image, and the bunker's security system froze in a suspended 
state. She now had 1 hour to complete her mission. She paused, hand on 
hip, admiring her handiwork; it had taken less than 20 seconds to kill 
the guard, change, and disable the bunker's automated security. (to be 
continued)