Crash Landing
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Rania and her friends uncover a dark conspiracy


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place immediately after the events in "Pirates
of the Indian Ocean."

* * *

After dispatching the Somali pirates who had attacked them on their
well-deserved vacation, Rania, Misty, and Danielle had managed to enjoy the
last five days of their trip in peace and quiet. Five days of swimming,
diving, playing tennis, and just lying on the beach at the five-star resort
had been just what they needed. Now, they were on their way home. But little
did they know their adventures were not over yet...

The girls had flown from Male, the capital of the Maldives, to London, where
they had changed planes for Phoenix, Arizona. From Phoenix they would fly to
the small local airport that served their little hometown.

"Why is it that every time we go on vacation, we get attacked by someone...or
someTHING (she remembered their winter break where they had been attacked by
zombies) and end up having to fight for our lives?" Danielle asked.

"Maybe we're just lucky," commented Misty.

"At least we got to enjoy the rest of our vacation this time," said Rania, in
her slight Lebanese accent.

"Yeah," Misty added. "Let's be grateful that nothing else is going to go wrong
on our way home."

Danielle stared at her. "You did NOT just say that."

"What's wrong with that?" Rania asked.

"Because it'll jinx us," said Danielle.

Rania and Misty both laughed. "Come on, Dani, you don't *really* believe in
stuff like jinxes, do you?" asked Misty.

"Well, all my previous predictions that something would go wrong DID come
true," Dani said.

The captain's voice came over the loudspeaker, interrupting the girls'
conversation. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing at Phoenix in twenty
minutes. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your tray tables are in
their upright and locked positions."

Rania rolled up the sleeve of her top to look at her watch. "Right on time."

As she rolled up her sleeve, Danielle looked at Rania's forearm and compared
it with hers. "Wow, I wish my arm was as toned and veiny as yours, Rani."

Rania tilted her head and smiled. "Dani, you already have forearms like a
fitness model. Your muscle tone and veins are quite distinct."

"But not as nice as yours. Your veins are like Angelina Jolie's."

"Oh no, don't say that!" said Rania. "Hers are *too* veiny. She looks like a
man. I still like looking feminine, thank you."

"Yeah," Misty added. "Angelina's arms are creepy."

All three girls were nineteen years old, very attractive, and prided
themselves on both their muscularity and their femininity.

Rania stood at 5'8" and 125 pounds, with dark brown hair that went down to the
middle of her back and firm 34B breasts. Dani

was a 5'6", 120-pound brunette with an impressive pair of 34C's.

Misty, an Asian beauty with long black hair, was the smallest of the three at
5'4" and 112 pounds. Her 32B's were very perky. Because of their toned muscles
and elegant, high-cheekboned faces, all three girls could have been fitness
models.

After landing, the girls went through customs, then sat down to await their
flight for the last leg of the journey home.

"Hmm, that's interesting," said Misty, stopping to look at a poster on the
wall. "Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport is the first to try the new
Airline Security Privatization Program,

which puts the airlines themselves in charge of security instead of the
federal government."

"Wonder how that's going to work out," said Danielle.

"I think it's a good idea," Rania commented. "If something bad happens, it's
the airlines who will lose customers and money. They have every incentive to
be as thorough as possible with security. The federal government has no such
incentive."

"Plus, the government seems to hire the dumbest and most annoying people
possible for security," added Misty. "I can't even count the number of times
I've been groped by some douchebag 'security'

official." The other girls nodded in agreement.

Soon, their flight was called. It was a small plane with only about forty
seats, and when all the passengers had boarded half the seats remained empty.

The flight was smooth and uneventful...until about halfway through. A man
wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses stood up and walked into the aisle.
"May I have everyone's attention?" he said.

Inquiring eyes turned to look at him. The man held up a small,

cube-shaped device with an antenna protruding from it. "This is a remote
control for a bomb," he proclaimed. "The bomb is in the baggage compartment of
this plane. If I push this button, the explosives will go off."

There was dead silence in the plane. Everyone had gone very pale.

"Let me guess," whispered Misty, quietly enough so the hijacker couldn't hear.

"You told us so again," finished Rania, looking at Danielle.

"I did, but I REALLY wish I had been wrong this time," Dani whispered back.

"Now if everyone cooperates, I won't have to use this," the hijacker
continued. "Just follow orders and no one gets hurt. Flight attendant, tell
the captain to change course to San Francisco."

The hijacker sat back down as the plane began turning.

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Gray smoke filled the plane. Then the
aircraft began falling. There was banging and thumping as objects and people's
heads hit the walls. Then everything went black.

* * *

Rania awoke with a terrible headache. She rubbed her eyes and opened them,
trying to remember what happened. The flight...the hijacking...the explosion.

She looked around. The plane had crashed in a meadow. Dark green forest was
all around it. There was no sign of civilization.

She felt her arms and legs. Bruises, some bleeding, but nothing seemed to be
broken. She saw Misty and Danielle lying unconscious near her. She was about
to go to them when she noticed something else. The hijacker was furtively
limping away from the scene.

"Oh no you don't," said Rania to herself. Still strapped into her seat, she
unbuckled her seat belt and picked up a full can of soda that had fallen off a
nearby beverage cart. Drawing back a slim, toned arm, she fired off a strong
and accurate throw. The heavy soda can flew through the air and struck the
hijacker in the back of his head. He slumped to the ground, stunned.

Rania went over to him and made sure he was out by kicking him in the head.
She then ripped off the lower edge of her top (exposing her hard six-pack abs)
and used the cloth to tie his hands behind his back.

She then hurried back to her friends and shook them awake. After she made sure
they weren't seriously injured, Rania explained what had just happened with
the would-be hijacker.

"He looks like he'll be out for a while," said Misty.

"Wonder where we are?" said Danielle, looking around.

"Come on," said Rania. "Let's see if anyone else survived."

But there were no other survivors. While examining the corpses of the pilot
and copilot, Misty found a pistol next to the captain. She quickly examined
it. "Loaded."

"Some pilots have guns now," Dani commented.

A groan came from the hijacker. He was starting to wake up. "Well, that piece
should be very helpful in encouraging our friend over there to start talking,"
said Rania.

Misty grinned wickedly. Gripping the gun tightly, she flicked the safety off
and chambered a round. Pointing it at the hijacker's head, she smirked down at
him.

"Okay, asshole. Why don't you tell us what the hell is going on and what the
fuck you thought you were trying to do."

The hijacker sat up. "Easy. You don't need that. I'm eager to talk. I was
betrayed. I was set up."

"Go on then," said Rania.

"I'm an agent of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms," he began.

"You're a federal agent?" asked Danielle doubtfully.

"Yes! Look in my pocket. My badge is there."

Rania searched his pockets while Misty kept him covered with the pistol. She
held up a black ID badge. "Yep, he's telling the truth."

"Well," the hijacker continued, "the federal government is very strongly
opposed to the privatization program for airline security. So they decided to
stage a fake 'terrorist' incident on a flight out of the first airport with
privatized security. A false flag operation. I was hired to 'hijack' the
plane. We'd land at a different airport and eventually through 'negotiation'
I'd be 'convinced' to 'surrender.' I'd be sentenced to prison, then after a
few months when the buzz from this incident died down, I'd be quietly pardoned
and paid my money. The feds would make the privatization program look bad and
hopefully get it canceled."

"But the fuckers betrayed me!" he began to rage. "They told me the bomb they
planted in the baggage compartment was fake, but they must have put a real one
in there instead! I guess they wanted an explosion and a bunch of dead bodies
so they could really wave the bloody shirt."

All three girls shook their heads in disgust. "Cocksuckers," muttered
Danielle. "Willing to murder innocent people and lie to the whole country just
to push their left-wing agenda." She glared at the hijacker. "And you're one
of them. I hate you too."

"Who hired you? I want names," Rania demanded.

"I don't know their names, I swear! My only contact was this one guy who wore
dark sunglasses and had a big black beard and an accent. I couldn't tell where
it was from. And he never told me his name."

Misty lowered her aim, pointing her pistol directly at the hijacker's
testicles. "You'd better not be lying," she growled.

"How would you like to go from a rooster to a hen?"

"It's the truth, I swear to God!" he cried, begging and pleading like a girl.
"That's all I know! In fact, one of the reasons I thought I'd be safe and
they'd let me live is that I don't even know who any of them are."

"That's a good point," said Rania. "I think he's telling the truth."

The hijacker sighed in relief. "So you'll let me go then?"

"Oh no," said Danielle. "Now that you've told us everything you can, we're
going to kill you."

He began begging and crying again. "Please! No! Turn me in to the cops! Send
me to prison! Just don't kill me!"

"You're a federal agent," said Misty. "If we turned you over to the police
you'd be released in about three minutes. Killing you is the only way for true
justice to be done."

"If it's any consolation," Rania added, "after we kill you we're going after
the other fuckers involved in this."

The girls whispered quickly among themselves, then approached the terrified
ex-hijacker. "Say good night," Misty taunted, aiming her pistol. He closed his
eyes.

Instead of shooting him, Misty kicked him in the groin, sending fiery pain
through his gonads. Danielle stomped hard on his face with her big black boot.
Rania then delivered a vicious spine-crunching kick to his lower back,
paralyzing him. Finally, Misty finished him by performing a standing back tuck
and landing right on his throat, crushing it.

The three pretty girls gave each other celebratory high-fives.

After the initial thrill of victory had passed, Danielle looked around. "Now
what?"

"We should..." Rania began, but she was interrupted by the sound of a
helicopter approaching.

"Hot damn!" cheered Misty. "We're getting rescued already!" She grinned and
Danielle began waving her arms, but Rania motioned for her to stop.

"What's the problem?" Dani asked.

"They found us too soon," said Rania. "The plane crashed only a few minutes
ago. It'd take a while for authorities to learn there was a crash, pinpoint
the location, and send out a rescue team. Someone coming this fast means
either that helicopter just happened to be flying really close and came over
to see what was going on, or..."

"...whoever was behind the fake terrorist attack coming by to make sure there
are no survivors," Danielle finished, turning very pale. The girls began
running for the cover of the woods.

They had already been spotted, however. Bursts of automatic fire came from the
helicopter. Several men were shooting at them. Bullets slammed into tree
trunks. Misty fired back with her pistol.

More bullets slammed into trees near the girls, closer this time.

Misty fired several more shots and was rewarded with a cry and the sight of
one of the shooters falling out of the helicopter.

"There's only a few bullets left," said Misty. "We can't keep this up."

"Try to kill the pilot," Rania said. "It's our only shot." Suddenly realizing
the bad pun she had just made, she let out a groan despite the seriousness of
the situation.

"Here," said Misty, handing the pistol to Rania. "You're the best markswoman."

Rania took the gun, gripping it tightly. Her heart was pounding. The
helicopter swooped by again, more bullets ripping through the leaves. Rania
fired two shots, breaking the glass on the front of the chopper, but it kept
going. It climbed and turned, preparing for another pass.

"Fuck, missed him," she muttered, quickly checking her weapon.

"Damn, only two bullets left."

Again the helicopter approached. Bullets struck the trees near the girls,
coming ever closer.

Taking a deep breath, Rania leaned out from behind her tree and took aim,
firing off her last two shots. The bullets flew through the air and nailed the
pilot in the forehead.

"Bail out!" shouted one of the gunmen. He leapt out of the aircraft, followed
by three other men in rapid succession. The copilot tried to reach for the
controls, but it was too late. The helicopter had been too close to the
ground. A second later, it crashed into the meadow and blew up with a
spectacular

explosion. The girls burst into cheers.

"It's not over yet," said Rania finally. "Those men jumped out." Heavy
footsteps could be heard running through the forest.

The girls began moving in the opposite direction. Suddenly, Danielle stopped
and pointed at something. It was the corpse of the gunman who had gotten shot
and fallen out of the helicopter.

Sure enough, a submachine gun was lying near the body. Dani quickly picked it
up. "I'll draw their attention," she said. "You guys sneak around behind
them."

"Now wait..." began Misty.

"Just go," said Danielle. "We don't have time for this."

Misty sighed and nodded and she and Rania ducked behind a large tree. Dani
stood up and fired a short burst from her weapon. "Hey, fuckers, come and get
it!"

At the sound of the shots, the four surviving men began charging towards
Danielle, firing their weapons wildly. Misty and Rania began circling around
behind them.

Two men were in the lead. Danielle fired a well-aimed burst at them, sending
their corpses to the dirt full of holes. She ducked behind a tree as the other
two men fired back at her.

The last two surviving gunmen were crouched behind a large fallen log, popping
up every few seconds to fire. Suddenly, a slim and feminine but strong and
toned arm snaked itself around each man's neck. Misty jerked with all her
strength, breaking her victim's neck. Rania, realizing they needed someone to
interrogate, choked her man unconscious.

When the man woke up, he discovered that his hands were tied behind his back
with a vine. Three attractive teenage girls were pointing machine guns at him.
He gulped in fear. He knew he wasn't getting out of this one alive.

"All right," said Rania. "You must be some sort of professional hired killer,
so you know what the deal is. I'm not going to bullshit you. You're a dead man
no matter what. But if you tell us what we want to know, I'll make your death
quick and painless. If you don't..." She flexed her biceps threateningly.

"Now, who's behind this?" she demanded.

"I don't know."

Rania backhanded him across the face, drawing blood. "Wrong answer, asshole.
Now who the fuck is behind this?"

"I don't know."

Approaching him with her gun, Rania quickly reversed the weapon and drove the
butt of it into his stomach. As he doubled over, she rammed her knee into his
gut, smirking as he cried out in pain. She whacked him across the face with
the machine gun, then kicked him in the groin. He fell to the ground in a
fetal position with a high-pitched squeal.

"My legs are slender, but they're extremely strong," she said calmly. "A few
more kicks and your testicles will be paste."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk!" he cried. "The mastermind is Mr. Fingerman, the
Assistant Undersecretary of Transportation. He's a committed Marxist and
fanatically against the airport security privatization program. So he dreamed
up this false flag operation to make it look bad. We were following the plane
and when Fingerman gave the order, we set the bomb off. Then we came here
to..."

"Finish off any survivors," finished Misty. "But we finished you off instead."
She smiled in triumph, while he looked at the ground miserably.

"Who at the airport was in on it?" asked Danielle.

"Jamal Jackson is one. He's a former TSA official. When the security was
privatized, he was one of the guys who couldn't pass the airlines' tests and
couldn't transfer his job over. He was pissed that the new employers actually
demanded competence and made a perfect recruit for us. Then there are two
baggage handlers, Doug Uchida and Karl Yates. They're losers with no
principles who just did it for money."

"Thank you for the information," said Rania. "And now, it's time for you to
die. Don't worry, I'll make it quick." With that, she took aim with her
machine gun and emptied the entire magazine into his head, turning it into a
pile of red goo. The girls looked at the gory scene and gave each other a
group hug of victory.

"Now what?" Dani asked.

"Looks like we're walking," said Misty, looking wistfully at the charred
remnants of the crashed helicopter.

* * *

Doug and Karl were where they could usually be found after their shift was
over...the airport bar, getting drunk on tequila. They were both unattractive
middle-aged guys who had gone as far as they could go in life. They had few if
any morals and had accepted the bribe to let the bomb on the plane without
thinking too much about it.

"There," whispered Danielle, pointing the two targets out as she and Misty
entered the bar. Misty was wearing knee-high black boots with four-inch
stiletto heels, a black miniskirt, and a white blouse. Dani was clad in a
slinky, elegant long green dress. Both girls knew that their sexy bodies would
help lure their victims to their doom.

As they walked in, they were stopped by a man in a dark suit. "Excuse me,
ladies, are you at least 21? I'm going to need to see some I.D."

Misty smiled at him. "I believe this guy is way over 21, since he was born in
1706," she whispered, slipping the man a $100 bill with Benjamin Franklin's
picture on it. He smiled back and immediately waved them in.

The girls went straight to their targets and struck up a conversation. They
had no trouble capturing the men's interest with their beauty, femininity,
intelligent conversation, and choice of attire.

"Wanna have some fun in the ladies' room together?" whispered Danielle
seductively. "Don't worry, it's empty." She and Misty got up and began moving
towards the restroom. Grinning with success at each other, Karl and Doug
followed them.

* * *

Rania had been following Jamal. He lived in an apartment with a live-in
girlfriend and several screaming kids. She waited for him to leave the
building, not wanting to deal with witnesses and not willing to kill innocent
people, even though his girlfriend was as big a scumbag as he was (only
scumbags kept dating scumbags) and the kids would likely grow up to be just as
bad as their parents.

Finally, Jamal, who was fat, exited the apartment, got into a beat-up purple
Pontiac, and drove off. Rania followed him in her bright red Mazda sedan.

Jamal drove fast and recklessly. Rania pressed down on the gas pedal, pushing
her car's V6 engine. She hoped he wouldn't catch on that she was following
him. Luckily, he was as dumb as he was fat and never realized what was
happening.

Jamal pulled into the parking lot of a discount mart and went into the store.
Rania parked halfway across the lot, then walked over to her victim's car. She
ducked down on the far side of it. Jamal wouldn't be able to see her as he was
coming out of the store.

Fifteen mintues later, footsteps approached. Rania tensed her body, preparing
herself. As Jamal approached the driver's side door, Rania suddenly stood up.
He gave a little gasp. "Hey, what..."

"This is for being a traitor," she said coldly. His eyes bugged out and his
mouth opened, but before any sound could come out Rania had knocked him out
with a punch to his jaw.

Bending over him, she took out a small knife. "And this is for the innocent
people who died on that plane." With that, she made a quick but expertly
precise cut on his thigh, opening the femoral artery. It took him about a
minute to bleed to death.

* * *

In the ladies' room, Misty and Doug were in a stall. The petite Asian beauty
smiled at her victim seductively. "I know a secret," she cooed.

"What is it, sexy?"

"I know that you're a dirty fucking traitor." As his eyes went wide with the
horror of being busted, she shoved him to the cold floor, raised her booted
foot, and stomped down with her razor-

sharp stiletto heel right onto his forehead, driving it deep into his brain.
She withdrew it with a squishing sound.

In the next stall, Karl, who had been about to reach for Dani's spectacular
34C breasts, heard the weird squishing noise. "What was that?"

"Oh, that was just my friend killing your friend for helping put a terrorist
bomb on a plane," said Danielle calmly. As Karl went pale, she finished, "And
now it's your turn." With that, she headbutted him, stunning him, then slammed
his face down into the toilet (which someone had forgotten to flush). As she
drowned him, she sneered, "Eat shit and die, asshole."

* * *

ONE WEEK LATER

"Washington DC. Twenty miles," said Misty, looking at the road sign. "Finally
almost there."

"Such a long cross-country road trip," Danielle said. "But it was kind of fun.
We should do this on vacation sometime, where we don't have to worry about
having a serious job to do at the end of it."

"Well, this is it," said Rania, from behind the wheel of her red sedan. "Now
we get to the true evil behind this conspiracy."

Once in town, the girls checked in at a hotel and waited for it to get dark.

* * *

The last glow of dusk had disappeared below the horizon. Rania, Misty, and
Danielle, all dressed in black boots, tight black pants, tight black tops, and
black leather gloves, stood a few hundred yards away from Fingerman's mansion.

"You guys ready?" Rania whispered, feeling the familiar increase in her heart
rate.

Misty nodded.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Danielle whispered back.

"What kind of security do you think he has?" asked Misty.

"Rent-a-cops, if any," Rania said. "An Assistant Undersecretary of
Transportation isn't important enough to rate any top-notch bodyguards."

Dani grinned. "Rent-a-cops ain't diddly."

The girls got their weapons out of the trunk. Danielle had an M4 assault rifle
and Misty an Uzi submachine gun. Both girls attached suppressors to their
weapons. Rania took out a longbow and a quiver of arrows.

When they got across the street from the house, they could see two men
standing by the front door. A high fence surrounded the place.

They split up temporarily to see if there were any more guards outside. Rania
scouted out one side of the mansion while Misty checked the other. Dani,
well-hidden in some bushes, kept her rifle trained on the men by the front
door, ready to shoot them down if any of the girls was discovered.

Misty and Rania rejoined her a few minutes later. "Two more guards by the back
door," reported Misty.

"And two more driving around the grounds in a golf cart," added Rania.

"Well, shall we?" whispered Danielle with a smile showing eagerness and
excitement.

They gave one another a group hug, then prepared to neutralize the guards. It
was a beautiful and exotic sight - three armed, lethal teenage girls doing
something that usually only adult male soldiers and cops did.

Danielle removed the safety on her assault rifle, setting it to
semi-automatic. She took aim at the guard on the left of the front door and
fired, her bullet going straight through his heart. The suppressor worked
well, a faint hissing sound being the only thing audible from the shot. The
second guard saw his comrade fall, but before he could even do anything Dani
had dispatched him with another perfect heart shot.

Misty set her Uzi to semi-auto as she made her way to the back of the mansion,
taking care to always stay in the shadows. When she got there, she calmly
raised her weapon and fired two quick but expertly aimed shots, nailing each
guard in the center of his forehead.

Rania waited behind a tree, listening as the sound of the golf cart came
closer and closer. When she judged that it was at just the right distance, she
popped out, drawing an arrow from her quiver as she moved. Quickly and
elegantly inserting it into her longbow, she fired a well-aimed shot at the
man in the passenger seat. The arrow flew through the air and drove itself
into the side of his head, penetrating his brain. The driver stopped the cart
and stood up in panic, opening his mouth to yell. Before any sound could come
out, however, Rania fired a second shot, sending an arrow straight through his
heart.

The teenage girls met at the front gate. "Clear here," whispered Rania. "You?"

"Clear," said Misty.

"All clear," said Dani. "Like I said, rent-a-cops ain't diddly." The young
ladies gave each other thumbs-ups like they had seen commandos do in cheesy
action movies after they had just killed people.

They looked at the gate. "It's not electrified or anything, is it?" Danielle
wondered.

"Let's test it," said Misty. The petite Asian girl removed a metal bracelet
from her slender wrist and tossed it like a boomerang at the gate. There was
no spark of electricity. She caught it neatly as it came back to her and
slipped it back onto her slim, toned forearm. "All clear."

Rania looked at the gate again. "I can pick the lock with this," she said,
holding up a piece of wire. "But it might still be alarmed to go off when it
opens without authorization."

"If we climb it, it might also be rigged to go off when weight is put on it,"
Dani added.

"We'd better vault it," whispered Misty. "One of us can be anchor and the
other two can climb onto her shoulders and jump over one by one. The anchor
can pole-vault over with one of those long fallen branches on the ground over
there."

"I'll be the anchor," said Danielle. "I was girls' pole-vaulting champion in
high school." She smiled at the memory.

Dani stood in position and Misty climbed onto her shoulders. Rania stood near
them, ready to shoot down any enemy that appeared with her longbow.

The Asian girl launched her small but muscular body into a powerful front tuck
somersault, taking her cleanly over the fence. She landed neatly on her feet
and immediately drew her Uzi, ready to keep the others covered.

Rania climbed onto Dani and took her slim athletic body over the fence with a
front tuck identical to Misty's. After making an elegant landing, she swiftly
readied her bow and arrows.

Dani selected a long, sturdy piece of wood and took a deep breath. She then
launched herself over the fence in a perfect pole-vault. "Whoo hoo! Still got
it!"

They approached the front door. Rania took a key out of one of the dead
guards' pockets and used it to silently open the door. The girls entered the
mansion, weapons at the ready.

They split up to cover more ground on the vast first floor. Danielle took the
left wing, Misty the right, and Rania the center. They agreed to meet at the
bottom of the grand staircase in fifteen minutes and go upstairs together.

Dani went through several empty rooms before coming to one with lights and
voices. Peeking inside, she saw two men seated at a table, playing cards. Two
pistols were on the far end of the large table, out of immediate reach of the
men. She shook her head at their incompetence.

Unseen by the men, who were concentrating hard on their card game, she snuck
into the room, assault rifle at the ready. Although her rifle had a
suppressor, the faint sounds her shots would make might still be loud enough
to alert others in the house. She wouldn't fire here unless necessary.

Danielle crept up right behind the first man and brought her weapon down with
all her strength onto his head, splitting his skull open and sending brain
matter flying across the room. As the second man gasped in shock and horror,
she stunned him with a vicious back-handed blow across his face, then reached
out with her right arm and gripped his throat, her left still holding her
rifle. She gave a quick twist, her slender but muscular forearm delivering
enough strength to snap his neck one-handed.

As Misty rounded a corner, she almost bumped into two men. Although they were
all surprised, the teenage girl's speed and reaction time gave her the
advantage. She elegantly dropped low, sweeping out with her leg and tripping
both men to the floor.

Misty raised her right leg high over her head in a full vertical split, then
brought it down with tremendous force onto one man's head, smashing his skull
open like a watermelon. Before the second man could even scream, she wrapped
her slender but muscular thighs around his neck and twisted her slim, boyish
hips 180 degrees, snapping his neck like a dry twig.

Rania was advancing down a hall, checking rooms along the way, when an armed
man suddenly popped out of one of the rooms at the far end of the corridor. He
tried to reach for his gun, but Rania was much too quick and well-prepared for
him. She had already taken out her bow and inserted an arrow when she had
started going down the hall, and now she simply fired a well-aimed shot into
her victim's heart. He collapsed to the floor, the feathered arrow sticking
out of his chest like a gruesome trophy.

At the end of the hall, she came to a dimly lit room. Two men were inside,
moving boxes around. Rania slipped through the doorway and hid behind a tall
stack of boxes. She heard one approaching and tensed her athletic body.

As he rounded the corner, she greeted him with a lethal backflip kick. Her
fast, powerful gymnastic flip broke his neck easily as her booted foot
impacted him. She landed elegantly on her feet as his corpse hit the floor
with a THUD.

"What was that?" came from the second man. He appeared from around the boxes
and gasped in shock and fear when he saw his comrade's dead body. Before he
could move, Rania punched him in the face, knocking him down. As he began
trying to get up, she savagely rammed her knee into the underside of his chin,
the blow landing with such force that it snapped his neck backwards, breaking
it with a sharp CRACK.

The girls met at the bottom of the stairs like they had planned.

Just as they were about to start going up, a voice yelled, "Hey!"

They looked up, their combat-honed reflexes causing them to raise their
weapons as well. A man with a shotgun was standing at the top of the stairs.
He raised the weapon, but before he could fire the girls laid into him. He
collapsed dead, four bullets each from Misty and Dani and an arrow from Rania
in his torso.

"That'll bring 'em out!" said Danielle. She and Misty flicked their weapons to
full auto. Rania inserted another arrow into her longbow.

Two seconds later, men with submachine guns began pouring out.

They stupidly charged right into their opponents' field of fire and the
teenage girls took full advantage, slaughtering their victims with brutal
efficiency. In less than a minute half a dozen more men lay piled on the
floor, their corpses full of bullets and arrows. All three girls were unhit
and unharmed.

Misty and Danielle inserted fresh magazines into their guns, while Rania
collected her arrows. They then advanced down the upstairs hall, stopping
before a room where they heard voices.

"What the hell happened out there..."

"Where the fuck are they..."

"We've got to get the fuck out of here..."

Grinning at the fear in their enemies' voices, the girls stormed into the
room, weapons aimed. "Freeze, assholes," smirked Rania.

There were three men in the room. The young women immediately recognized one
of them as Assistant Undersecretary of Transportation Fingerman from pictures
they had seen. Another man had a black beard and wore sunglasses, and the
third was a thin, nerdy-looking fellow in a cheap suit.

"Who the fuck are you?" sputtered Fingerman.

"Actually, we should ask you that," said Danielle. "We know who you are and
what you did, Fingerman. Your underlings confessed before we killed them. But
who are you two?"

There was silence in the room. The girls shifted their aim threateningly.

"Okay!" said the thin man. "I'm just Undersecretary Fingerman's aide."

"And I'm an agent with the Russian intelligence service," said the bearded man
in an accent.

"What are you doing here?" Misty addressed him.

"I...I was with the KGB," he admitted. "I'm here at the invitation of this
administration to train American government officials in the use of dirty
tricks and false flag operations."

"How the fuck did you bitches get past my guards?" growled Fingerman.

"Like my friend likes to say, rent-a-cops ain't diddly," smirked Rania.

"But you're just teenage girls..."

"And your worst nightmare," laughed Misty.

"What are you going to do with us?" asked the aide in a frightened voice.

"Well, since you guys seem so convinced of your sexist beliefs, how about we
fight you?" said Dani. "I'm sure you big, tough men can handle some little
girls."

Rania and Misty searched the men to make sure they had no weapons on them
while Danielle kept them covered with her rifle. When they were sure they were
clean, the young ladies tossed their weapons aside and got into fighting
stances. Dani advanced on Fingerman with a wicked grin on her face. Misty
started towards his aide. Rania approached the Russian.

At six feet tall and 190 pounds, Fingerman thought he would be able to beat
petite Danielle up, but she was a martial arts expert and he was not. She was
also a champion gymnast, as he found out when Dani charged a shocked Fingerman
with a tumbling pass, performing a front tuck somersault, roundoff, two whip
backs, and finishing with a double full twisting layout. As she spun through
her double full, she kicked him with both boots, knocking him down. Two more
quick but vicious kicks to his side from her well-trained legs and two of his
ribs were broken. Moaning in pain, Fingerman tried to get up, but as he was
slowly raising himself Danielle savagely dropped her elbow down onto the top
of his head, sending him to the floor again. Laughing at her dominance over
him, the slim brunette kicked him in the stomach, then stomped on his face.

After seeing his boss freeze like a deer in the headlights when Dani began
backflipping at him, the aide decided to go on the attack, charging Misty. At
5'10" and 160 pounds he was quite a bit bigger than her. It did him no good,
however, as the petite Asian girl simply grabbed him and threw him over her
shoulder in a judo throw. He landed in a heap. Hearing her opponent get up
behind her, Misty calmly lashed out with a donkey kick, striking him in the
chest and sending him backwards. She turned around and did a front handspring
to take herself to him, then punched him twice in the gut and once in the jaw,
knocking one of his teeth out. As he cursed in pain, she grabbed his
shoulders, looked straight into his frightened eyes with an elegant, feminine
smile, and drove her knee into his groin. He squealed like a girl and his
hands flew to his wounded nuts. Smirking, she headbutted him, knocking him to
the floor.

The ex-KGB agent growled and swung his fist at Rania. The 6'2", 220-pound
Russian thought he would have the perfect opportunity to beat, rape, and kill
this skinny dark-haired girl. It was not to be, however. She blocked the
attack with her slender but muscular forearm and punched him in his left eye,
blackening it. Cursing in Russian, he tried to kick her, but she avoided it by
performing two standing back handsprings away from him. As he stood there in
shock from her evasive gymnastic move, she leapt forward and backhanded him
across the face before he could do anything else. She kneed him in the
stomach, doubling him over, then straightened him out with a vicious uppercut.
The Middle Eastern beauty smiled at her opponent's dizzy and helpless state.
Balancing on her right leg, she fired several lightning-fast kicks from her
left into his face and chest, releasing blood with each impact. Switching
legs, she sent him down with a cheerleader-style high kick from her right leg
that also broke his jaw.

"Turned on by my gymnastics? I'm an excellent tumbler. All those years of
cheerleading," Dani taunted Fingerman. "I bet you'll like this." With that,
she did a standing full twist and landed right on his chest, sneering as he
cried out in pain. Sitting on his injured chest, she pummeled his face with
fast but powerful punches from her leather-gloved fists. She leapt back to her
feet and stood over him, waiting for him to move. When he began trying to get
up, she kneed him in the face, knocking him down again and spraying blood
everywhere. Grabbing him by the hair, she began slamming his head into the
wall. When she finally released him after half a dozen brutal impacts, he
began crawling away.

"Get up, you pussy," Misty taunted her victim, kicking him in the butt as he
was down. He stumbled to his feet, but was greeted by the petite girl's
crescent kick impacting his head. While he was dizzy, she bitch-slapped him
several times across the face, turning his cheeks bright red. She then broke
his nose with a swift, well-aimed punch. Laughing at the damage her small but
brutal fist could do, she roundhouse kicked him in the side of his head,
knocking him to the floor once again.

She waited for him to start getting up, then announced, "Say good night,
asshole." With that, she unleashed an aerial cartwheel kick like Jill
Valentine did in Resident Evil, putting every ounce of strength she had into
it. And just like Jill Valentine's, Misty's kick landed with lethal results,
splitting his skull wide open.

The Russian thug stood up slowly, feeling his broken jaw. Spitting out blood
and teeth, he charged Rania with a furious roar. She simply pivoted and lashed
out with a side kick. He ran right into her outstretched leg. As he stood
there groaning, she nailed him with two more punches, her left fist bruising
his cheek purple and her right knocking two more of his teeth out.

Grabbing him by his shirt collar, she spat in his face, furious at this
fascist who was helping spread government abuse and tyranny. She kneed him
repeatedly in the stomach as she held him, taking pleasure in his cries of
agony. Finally, she stepped back and kicked him right in the testicles,
sending them back up somewhere in his body. The ex-KGB agent sank to his
knees, his hands on his crotch.

"Finishing time," said Rania. She leapt into the air, spinning her athletic
body around. While her back was to her victim, she fired her leg backwards in
a perfectly aimed and lethal kick. Her big black boot smashed into his nose,
driving the cartilage into his brain. His corpse slumped to the floor.

As he was slowly crawling away from Dani, Fingerman saw that his two comrades
were dead. Panicking, he tried to crawl faster, but Danielle caught him easily
and grabbed him. She yanked him up and all three girls surrounded him. They
took turns punching him, each brutal hit sending him flying right at the next
girl, who struck him in turn. The girls kept it up for what seemed like an
agonizingly long time to Fingerman, although in reality it was less than
thirty seconds.

Finally Danielle said, "I guess we should finish this traitor."

"Yeah, we should get out of here before it's too late," added Misty.

"You finish him, Dani," said Rania. "He was yours."

Smiling, Danielle shoved the badly wounded Fingerman down. She rolled up her
top, displaying her rock-hard six-pack abs. "These are harder than the wall,"
she declared sassily. Grabbing him by his hair, she began smashing his face
into her tanned wall of abdominal muscle. After several vicious, sadistic
hits, his cries and shrieks suddenly went silent. Dani had driven Fingerman's
nose cartilage right into his brain. She let his corpse drop to the floor,
then spat on it. Misty and Rania spat on the dead body too.

"One more traitor down," Dani said with a satisfied smirk. Misty patted her on
the ass. Rania stroked her hair.

The three attractive teenage girls silently left the mansion, the dead corpses
waiting to be found.

THE END

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