First Encounter, 2nd generation 
by Dusty Bottoms (junkbond75@hotmail.com)
a 2nd genetically enhanced agent really starts moving

          Party Crasher Part II

  Sonya grasped the edge of one of the steel wall panels, and with a 
burst of super strength she managed to tear it from the wall. She then 
reached down and picked up the body of the guard she had so effortlessly 
destroyed and hoisted it up into the wall cavity. His legs wouldn't fit, 
however, so she grasped each femur in her impossibly strong hands, and 
with a little torquing, snapped each with almost no effort. She pushd 
the ruined form into the crevasse, and replaced the panel. She pushed 
the panel flat over the heads of the ruined rivets, and the sheer force 
of her effort mashed them flat, and held the panel, temporarily, at 
least. It didn't need to last long; she wasn't planning on hanging 
around. 
  With her obvious work done, she began to proceed. She trotted up to 
the heavy steel door at the end of the corridor. With a few sharp blows 
from her equally steely hands, she had reduced the electronic mechanism 
to a shattered remnant. Sonya reached up and held the upper corners of 
the doors lightly in her grip, and with a slow, measured effort, she 
slowly pulled the door out of its place in the wall. The metal tore 
loudly, but the device she had placed on the security console silenced 
the alarm. 
  She leaned the door against the corridor wall, and stepped through, 
her vinyl boots crossing the mark where no previous outside party had 
been. 
  Her superhuman hearing detected the sound of booted feet approaching, 
and she silently slipped into a shadowy aclove to her right. Two more 
guards, each dressed like the console watchman, came into her field of 
vision. 
  "What the hell-" one of the began. 
  "Hello, boys," she muttered as she stepped into the light. "You know, 
I still can't find the restroom. Could you...give me a hand?" With this, 
she playfully placed her hand on her ample right breast, teasing the men 
into confusion. 
  "The alarm-" the other began, but he never even took a single step 
toward the wall mounted alarm unit. 
  "Now, now," she cooed as she closed the distance between herself and 
the guards, "we couldn't have you spoil my fun so soon!" In a flash, she 
was between them. 
  Sonya fired her right arm in a palm thrust, her palm smashing flush 
into the face of the onrushing man. "Whhoooaahh!" she cried, and was 
immediately satisfied by the wet crunch that followed. The man's now 
prone form sailed backward and slid several feet, his neck broken, as 
well as his mandible and ocular sockets. 
  The other guard simply stared at her in shock. 
  "What's the matter, cutie?" she sneered. "Never seen a REAL woman 
before?" She stepped close to him and quickly kissed him, her full lips 
moving against his own, her tongue a feathery touch on his mouth. She 
smiled sexily up at him and then smashed a backhand chop against his 
face; the sound of the blow echoing in the hall. The man cried out and 
flew eight feet backward, smashing into the wall. In a flash she was on 
him. 
  Her right hand closed with iron firmness around his throat, and she 
lifted him completely off the ground. 
  "MMMM," she moaned. "I do so love destroying weak men with my 
strength,"she cooed. "You will never really know how you never had a 
chance. My female body is superior to your pitiful form in every way." 
  With a mere flick of her feminine wrist, she sent the 190 pound man 
sailing through the air where he thudded into the opposite side of the 
hall. He turned to face her and was met with her black latex clad form 
in mid air. She delivered a blindingly fast scissorkick, her booted foot 
smashing into his face and sending him further down the hall. 

















  Incredibly, the man groaned and began to stand. 
  "Hmmm, you are a tough one, aren't you?" she sighed. She reached out 
and clutched his chest with a clawlike grip. She slowly increased the 
pressure, her knuckles slowly turning white as the pressure built to 
over three hundred psi. 
  "Ugghgh," the gaurd gurgled, as his eyes rolled over white. He slowly 
began sinking to his knees, and his hands grabbed fantically at her 
wrist, but there was no purchase. Her sleek forearm was soft to the 
touch, but he could feel incredibly hard and toned muscle beneath. He 
was utterly helpless as she drove him to his knees with only one hand. 
  "Oh, you guys think you're soooo tough," she spat. "Look at this, a 
mere woman is driving you to your knees with just her strong feminine 
hand. What if I did this?" She suddenly increased the pressure, and two 
of his ribs beneath her hand snapped with an audible crunch. He holwed 
in misery. 
  "Shhhh!" she commanded, and with a flick of her wrist sent him flying 
ten feet into the opposite side of the hall. He smashed into the wall 
hard enough to dent the gray metal, and slid to the ground. 
  "I think you've had enough," she toyed with him. "Do you want the big 
bad lady to stop hurting you?" she pouted. 
  All the man could do was groan in pain. She was growing tired of this 
one. She took three quick steps forward, and her left leg shot out 
blindingly fast, making an actual 'whoosh' noise. The booted heel kicked 
out and connected with the man's right temple. His cranial cavity 
ruptured, the braincase split and killed him instantly. The force of her 
kick sent his body along the floor to the wall, where it impacted again 
and actually slid up the wall to her waist level, before losing momentum 
and collapsing in a lifeless heap. 
  She continued on, deeper into the base. 


  Back at the ball, Jose Del Toro was in his element, going from table 
to table, courting beautiful women and making sure each of the visiting 
crimelords was comfortable. He did not yet suspect anything was amiss. 


  "Keeyaaahh!" she bellowed, her right leg pistoning straight up fom the 
floor, the wide flat top of her vinyl booted foot smashing into the 
man's jaw with mind-numbing force. His feet left the floor and he 
flipped backward twice before smashing onto the table in the middle of 
the room. 
  She was in the first of four control rooms, and the walls were lined 
with large heavy mainframe computers. Here Del Toro ran his various 
businesses, including his gun running operations. Each of the four rooms 
had to be destroyed before she could think her mission completed. 
  "Whaah!" she shreiked, and brought her open right hand up in a bicep 
curl, the back of her hand striking the guard closing in behind her. His 
nose shattered with a crunch, and he staggered back, stunned. She spun 
on him, and grasped the side of his head with her left hand. Cutting his 
balance out from under him with her rubber clad leg, she drove his head 
down at an incredible rate, smashing his head into a computer console. 
The impact broke his cranium and neck, and he sank to the floor, 
twitching. 
  The last man standing in the room came at her clumsily, arms straight 
out ahead of him, bellowing. She slapped his arms away harmlessly and in 
a blur of her black vinyl gloved arm, seized him by the neck. She 
immediately tensed his arm, and the man's neck bones virtually exploded 
into a white dust. He grew still and she propelled his prone form across 
the room where it smashed into a bank of reel to reel computer, easily 
twenty feet away. That final exchange had taken less than 5 seconds. 
  She began to destroy the room, her deadly feet and hands pistoning out 
into the computers and equipment, metal and fiberglass giving way to her 
strength and power. Sonya's eyes widened in amusement...oddly enough, 
the use of her powers still excited her. It was turning out to be an 
intresting day.