The Raven Takes Wing
by Duet
"A New Career" - despite second thoughts, a victory over some Thunderbolts convinces Kate to stay in the heroine business; she meets Dallas cop Susan Books 

 Kate "Raven" Windrunner slept for twelve hours after her night 'patrol'.
She had barely survived with her life, and only now did her strength seem
regained.  She had taken a thorough beating, both in terms of physical
punishment, and in terms of the assaults on her vagina, from Gash's gang.
For some reason, while near the end of her limits, two of the gang bangers
had suddenly turned on their partners and helped her escape from Gash's
gang, with no explanation provided.  She considered herself fortunate that
none of them had tried to track her down while she slept.

After retrieving her bike from the SMU campus, for the next few days, Kate
continued to teach self-defense at her small shop in the strip mall.  By
night, she further honed her martial arts skills, aware that she really
needed to be better able to defend herself, lest she fall into another
situation such as she'd had in the warehouse with Gash's gang.  The next
time, she might not be so lucky in getting away.  She also knew she had to
resolve some issues before she should go on patrol again.  First, and most
importantly, was the question of her invulnerability.  Why did she become
so weak, feel so much pain, when she was on campus?  Second, she needed a
costume - only her short black skirt survived her first "patrol".  Finally,
she needed to understand her powers more, so she knew what she could, and
could not do, in a fight.  Why did she sometimes feel like her skin was on
fire?  She decided not to think about the two guys who set her free.  She
wasn't sure what made men act so cruelly toward women, and she surely
couldn't understand why two such men would make such a sudden and complete
reversal.

A few days after the warehouse battle, she received a letter from a local
attorney.  Mr. Serrano had been hired by someone out of state to find her.
He had a small check for her, and a phone number for her to call.  Kate
visited Mr. Serrano in his office one day later, and retrieved a check for
$100 and a South Dakota phone number.

"Hello," she began, calling the number from a pay phone near her dojo.
"I'm Catherine Windrunner."

"Hello!" a loud bass roared back at her.  "Thanks for calling.  I'm Dr.
Trimble.  I knew your parents.  Your mom was an enlisted person, here at
the air base in Rapid City,  before you were born.  I . . . well, actually,
I think we need to meet, talk.  What I have to tell you about your parents
is too long, too complex, to cover over the phone.  If I send money to Mr.
Serrano, would you fly up here?"

"Yes, but not for a day or two.  I have some things to take care of.  I'll
check with Serrano's office in a few days."  she replied, just before
hanging up.  On her way home, she used the $100 and made a stop at a large
Minnesota Mills fabric store, to begin the process of making a new costume.

Over the next few days, she used the materials to make a new costume.  It
consisted of a tight lycra top, a dark blue one, that hugged her form, a
pair of elbow-long black lycra gloves, black silk panties, the black lycra
skirt she had worn before, and calf high red leather boots, with low
heels.  Kate realized that her invulnerability and gymnastic skills, and
above-average strength and fighting ability would not be enough, in some
situations.  "Never bring a knife to a gun fight," her first karate teacher
told her, long ago.  She added loops to the skirt, and worked a small nylon
belt through the loops.   She decided to add some weapons to her resources,
a tactical baton, and two double-edged throwing knives.  The baton,
collapsed to six inches in length,  rode in a scabbard on her belt.  A
flick of her wrist and she had a steel baton 16" long for close-in
fighting.  The knives, a little over four inches in length, fitted neatly
in nylon sheathes inside her boots.

 She hadn't gone on patrol since that last disastrous night, but decided
that she had to, just to get her confidence back.  "Raven" slipped out into
the night, deciding to stick close to home for this patrol.  She walked
slowly through the dark streets, looking, once more, for wrongs to right.
The first few hours were boring, and she decided to head home, and get some
sleep.  Suddenly, she heard a scream.

Raven ran in the direction of the scream, and came to a street and  took in
the scene that she saw there.  Five men surrounded a woman, a police
officer, one of the city's summertime bicycle cops.  She was in a police
T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.  Her 10 speed lay on the ground a few feet
away.

Raven moved forward, then froze, breath held, in shock, and a little bit of
fear.  As she could see the scene clearer, she recognized the men wore the
colors of her old 'friends' the Thunderbolts.  And, as they shifted around
the woman, like sharks around helpless prey, Raven saw they were led by
Sonny, his nose still swathed in bandages.  Raven watched, frozen for a
moment, remembering his huge cock, how it had felt inside her, and how she
had sucked it, like a cheap slut.

For a moment, she thought about sneaking away, forgetting about this...but,
she knew that she couldn't, so, she moved toward the group of men, keeping
in the shadows.  She saw a beer bottle lying nearby in a gutter; seizing
it, she tossed it to her left, beyond the Thunderbolts, and started
sprinting, quietly, toward her right.  As she expected, when the bottle hit
the ground, the five gang bangers, in unison, turned toward the sound.

As Raven got closer to the gang members, she whipped out her baton and with
a flick of her wrist, it snapped out to its 16" length.  As she reached the
group of Thunderbolts, she screamed a "KIIIYAAAAHHH!!!" and leaped into the
air, her body forming a knife edge, her left side downward, her right leg
extended.  Like a pile driver, she slammed into Sonny's back, driving the
man-mountain toward one of his partners.  Both collapsed in a heap as Raven
dropped to the ground, landing in a crouch, on her feet.  As the other gang
members turned back toward this new sound, the lady cop dived at and
tackled one of the gang bangers.  Before the other two could react, Raven
sprang upward, the muscles of her legs pushed her, catapulted her into the
air, toward the gang members.  She quickly kicked outward with her right
foot, connecting with the chin of one of the gang members still standing.
As she landed, she felt three rounds hit her in her ribs - the last guy
standing was pumping .38 caliber rounds at her!

Raven grunted from the impact, gratified that her invulnerability was
helping her.  She pivoted on one heel, extending her arm outward, bringing
the baton around in a wide arc that caught the thug in the side of his head
with a solid 'thwack'.  Number five had bitten the dust!  YEESSSS!!!!

The fight wasn't over yet, though.  Sonny and his pal were getting back up,
and turning towards the heroine.   He recognized her, the Bitch who'd
gotten away.  He still wanted a piece of her ass, and this time Gash wasn't
here to spoil the fun.  He'd have to be careful though, she could hit.  He
grabbed the other man and quickly whispered to him, as Raven turned, to see
if they were all down, smiling when she saw he was up, as if the little
slut *wanted* him.

Raven turned, and saw Sonny, and the other one, whom she pretty much
dismissed, getting back up.  She smiled.  'Good' she thought "I want to hit
that ass hole some more."  She moved in, carefully, for Sonny was
dangerous, even when she was invulnerable.

In the meantime, the lady cop, and the other Thunderbolt were still
fighting.  He'd been surprised by her tackle, but was slightly stronger,
and, at the moment, the fight was even, with both of them struggling,
trying to find an advantage over the other.  Neither of them could help out
in the fight developing between the heroine, and the other gang bangers.

Sonny flexed his muscles, and slowly walked at the woman, as the other gang
banger, who went by the name of Marko, moved around to her left.  Raven
held her ground, deciding that since she knew where they were, she'd let
them attack, so as not to over commit to one of them.  Though, truly, she
only saw Sonny as a threat.

The cop swung her arm back, into the side of the ganger's head, stunning
him for a moment.  She took advantage to roll him onto his back, and
straddled him, reaching for one of the two pairs of cuffs that she had on
her belt. . .

The two gang bangers moved in carefully.  Sonny was wary of how hard she
could hit, and that baton made him more wary still.  Marko was also wary,
having heard the tales of how she had kicked the crap out of half the
'bolts.  He also liked looking at her...she did have quite a body.

The cop pulled out the cuffs, and grabbed one of the ganger's arms.  She
pulled it over his head, and got ready to secure it to a light post nearby.
. .

Marko suddenly darted in at Raven, aiming low, for her waist and upper
thighs, to tackle her.  He'd played safety in high school varsity football,
and didn't figure any bitch could get away from one of his tackles.
However, Raven wasn't just any girl.  She spun, the baton flashing, hitting
him in the side of the face, then her leg shot out, in a side kick, again
to the face, and Marko flew back a few steps, and faded into blissful
darkness.

The cop was about to cuff the man, when his other hand came up, and grazed
her breast.  She gasped, in surprise, nearly dropping the cuffs. . .

Sonny grinned, and came in at the bitch.   He had her now!  Suddenly Raven
dropped low, leg flashing out, hitting his one ankle on its side.  He fell
to the ground, with a loud *oof*.   Quickly,  Raven leaped onto his back,
her fingers entwining themselves in his hair.  Three times she lifted his
meaty head and three times she slammed in into the pavement.  Then, with
Sonny out, Raven rolled off Sonny, did a reverse somersault ending beside
the Dallas cop and her thug, and with a quick rap of the baton dropped the
last Thunderbolt.

The cop got up, looking at the woman who saved her.  The huge baton seemed
to collapse, and the woman put it away.

"Thank you" said the flustered cop "But who are you?"

"Call me Raven" Kate replied "I'm on your side."

"So I noticed" said the cop, making a note to pass word of this Raven onto
her fellow officers.  She watched as the heroine faded away, into the
darkness.

Kate smiled, and headed home, for a shower and sleep.  She had won this
round.