First Encounter
by Dusty Bottoms
Part One of the adventures of a genetically enhanced agent

I.

     Vinny didn't know what to make of it. One minute, everything was 
fine. The next, some dame in a tan trenchcoat walks up the path, sees 
the six of them stading there with a bag of cash and a couple of kilos 
of coke, gasps, and jumps into the bushes. Next thing he knew he was 
hunting through the bushes looking for her just because the head guy of 
the other group said to. It was wrong; something seemed fishy. Something 
was up. 
     That had been over twenty minutes earlier, and they still hadn't 
seen hide nor hair if her. Tony Damatto was not a stupid man; he ranked 
fairly high in New York's prime family and was well respected. He had an 
air about him that made people pay attetion to him and his opinions; it 
was for this reason that the don had picked him to head this particular 
foray into the territory of an opposing family. But now it was all 
messed up, wrong; for the first time he was nervous for a reason he 
couldn't name, and his minions knew it. That, in turn, made them nervous 
as well. 
     And it made them vulnerable. 
     Twenty minutes was a long time. She could be anywhere in the great 
dark expanse of the wooded park. They had to split up. 

     Ten more minutes passed. Six men with assorted caliber handguns 
crept slowly through the murky darkness; eyes straining to see into the 
gloom. It appeared their witness had escaped somehow; it seemed 
hopeless. 
     But only hopeless to them. 
     On the south side of the park, Vinny straightened up and walked 
normally, convinced it was futile. He strolled along, oblivious, 
noticing nothing. He strolled under a low hanging branch over the 
walkway. 
     A pair of eyes glittered in the dark above him, and he did not see 
them. 
     Suddenly, lightning-quick, a long, sleek pair of legs descended 
from above and wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. They tensed 
immediately, and the force exerted on him was incredible. It was 
suddenly impossible to breathe and he felt the blood pounding sluggishly 
through his temples. He dropped his gun and gripped the sleek thighs 
that were intertwined around him. They were rock hard and incredibly 
smooth, almost cool...his hands found no purchase. Above him, he heard a 
low, throaty laugh, a woman's laugh...was it possible that.... 
     It was then that the booted feet locked ankles and the long, 
shapely legs suddenly straightened, closing the space between them even 
further with explosive force. The vertebrae in Vinny's neck exploded 
into dust, and he sagged in her grip. The womanly form above him did a 
chin up to a branch even higher above her, and it lifted her and her 
prey higher into the trees. 


     Kev and Lasalle had decided to stay together. Damatto was nervous 
and they had never seen that before. They were more adept at this work 
than was Vinny, but none of their underworld experience and marksmanship 
were going to help them now. 
     "Oh, man," Kev muttered in the dim glow of one of the jogging trail 
lights. 
     "What is it?" 
     "I think it's that guy's gun." 
     "The cocky one?" 
     "Yeah." 
     "Shit." Lasalle, a brute of man standing six four and going three 
twenty-five, nodded in the dark and cocked his .45. "Okay, somebody is 
gunning for us. Both families. They're probably all over the place." 
     "You mean there's more than one?" 
     A voice answered for him, low and sexy, wafting in out of the dark. 
     "Nope, just me, baby." 
     The men froze. "What the hell is this?" Kev muttered under his 
breath. 
     Lasalle shrugged, too busy scanning the dark to answer. 
     "Okay, why don't you stop messin around, and come on out? We're 
gonna get ya anyway," Kev offered, trying to sound more assured than he 
really felt. 
     "Okay," the deep but still feminine voice replied. With that, she 
stepped into the light. 
     "Holy cow," Kev managed softly, his mouth a round "O" of surprise. 
     She stepped out of the shadows into the dim yellow glow of the 
light. It was the woman they has started chasing all right, but she had 
changed. She now appeared taller, and the hat and trenchcoat were both 
gone. And she had changed. 
     She looked to be about five feet eight, maybe nine, inches tall. 
Lasalle guessed her wight to be about 125 or 130. And she was gorgeous. 
Instantly his mind registered her dark red, almost auburn hair and green 
eyes, full pouty mouth and strong features as an Angie Everheart 
lookalike. If this was not actually that famous model, it was her twin. 
And she was wearing a costume. 
     She chuckled, almost hungrily. "Like what you see, boys?" 
     She spread her feet in a wide stance, and rested her fisted hands 
on her hips, which were cocked sexily to one side. She wore a dark green 
shiny suit that clung to every generous curve of her form. It appeared 
to be very thin, as they could see a great deal of muscle definition 
through it, yet it gave the impression of being a very durable material 
that somehow appeared wet and rubberlike. She wore shiny, wet-look black 
gloves that stopped just below her elbows, and matching boots that stood 
on a 2 inch heel and stopped just at her knee. Her entire body glistened 
in the light, as if she had just beeen hosed down with water. There was 
a black stripe of the same material that ran down the side of the suit, 
and down her legs and arms. The suit had a plunging neckline that 
exposed a generous amount of the best cleavage Lasalle had ever seen. It 
was open to just below her breasts,  and they could just make out the 
top of the line that ran down to her concealed navel. She gave off a 
heavy, animalistic presence. She looked to both of them like one of the 
fitness models they had seen on ESPN; in short, she was beautiful and 
looked awesomely fit. 
     Lasalle's fugue didn't last long. As he raised his gun, she sprang 
into action. 
     No way, he thought, no way anyone can be that fast. 
     But she was, and her spinning form was on them in a blink of an 
eye. 
     One gloved hand chopped down in a quick, savage arc, and Lasalle 
felt the bone in his wrist snap like a brittle dry twig. Pain instantly 
flared up and snaked up his forearm. He cried out and staggered to the 
right. 
     At the same time, she delivered a shot to Kev's chin with her 
right. He flew backward about five feet into the trunk of a nearby tree. 
He rebounded off it violently, but she was there. She stopped his 
forward motion with her left hand. With no hesitation at all she placed 
a long slow kiss on his lips. His eyes suddenly went vacant, and Lasalle 
could see her probing his mouth with her tongue finally she broke the 
kiss and stepped back. Kev seemed to remain almost entranced.  
     She smiled down at Lasalle. "Hmm, what do you think baby? Lights 
out?" 
     He was struck again by her low, catty voice and remarkable 
resemblance to Everheart. She grinned a crooked smile at him, and blew 
him a kiss. 
     "Remember, you're next, sugar," she purred. 
     She cocked her shiny fists back, and suddenly her hands were two 
blurs as she launced into a furious volley of punches into Kev's 
midsection. His eyes swam back into focus, but her could not cry out as 
the air and life was driven, beaten out of him. In less than four 
seconds, she had smashed her mankilling fists into him more than fifteen 
times, and had broken every rib in him and pulverized most of his organs 
into paste. His body wavered in front of her, already technically dead.      
     "Umm....that was nice, baby," she moaned. "I think I'll put you to 
sleep now." 
     She crouched low, and brought her hand all the way up from the 
level of her knee. She blasted his chin with the palm of her right hand, 
and the follow through carried his body up off the ground more than six 
feet, and Lasalle watched in amazement as Kev's limp form sailed totally 
off the path into the brush. 
     Suddenly, he felt his own form lifted bodily off the ground and 
propped against the trunk of that same tree. She stood there below him, 
smiling sexily up at him as she pressed him to the tree, her hands flat 
against either side of  his chest. 
     "Wait, how can you do..." 
     "This?" she purred, and shoved. Two ribs cracked audibly. 
     "Argh!" Lasalle screamed. "Oh, yes...that?" 
     "Oh, a little of this and a little of that. You wouldn't believe me 
if I told you. So rest eternally knowing you never had a chance against 
me, okay? I may look normally, if not exceedingly toned, proportioned to 
you, but I have easily the strength of ten men, and more martial arts 
training than the average Chinese monk. So you see, if there's something 
I want, I take it. If there's something I need, It's as good as mine. 
Understand?" 
     He only nodded; he was exceedingly frightened now. 
     "So now, my dear, I must bid you goodnight. I enjoyed playing with 
you, baby." She grinned at him and licked her lips mockingly. 
     She slowly brought her hands together, crushing his chest and guts 
in between. It sounded like someone crunching a bag of doritos all at 
once, the popping and snapping of bone was plainly audible. 
     In thirty seconds, her hands met where his chest should have 
been....his midsection had long since become a horribly misshapen lump 
in her grasp. With a soft grunt she threw the big man's body more than 
twenty feet where it came to rest in a tangle of shrubs, safely out of 
sight. 
     I could get to like this, she thought. 
                              TO BE CONTINUED