Chapter 2 - Things are quiet... too quiet
The port next to the dock was completely deserted at 3 am
and silent save for the sound of offshore bells and the tidal water lapping against
the pier. A lone port authority security guard walked down the pier passing
numerous large warehouses and buildings as he went about his patrol shining his
flashlight around while stifling a yawn. If he had shone his light towards
the roof of the warehouses on his right, he might have noticed a lithe figure
crossing the roof to another via a thin rope anchored across the gap between them.
The shadowy figure, once settled down on the desired roof,
moved quickly to where a locked hatch sat in the center of the structure. Opening
up a pouch on a waist belt, the person quickly removed the padlock attached to
the hatch's handle after a few bright flashes of light. Lifting up the hatch,
the figure peered inside for a few seconds before attaching one end of a rope
to a pipe near the hatch and throwing the other end into the opening, the figure
quickly moved down the rope with a canvas bag slung over the right shoulder.
Moving quickly down the rope, the figure reached
the end at which a flashlight was dug out and light flickered outward in a 360
degree arc. A minute or so later, the person dropped to the cement floor
and moved silently among the crates examining the writing on some before moving
on.
Suddenly, the area around the person was lit up by
a powerful light emanating from the other side of the warehouse. "All right,
Black Cat, hold it right there! You better have a good explanation what
you're doing in here tonight snooping around," the heroine known as the Phantom
Lady shouted as she jumped down from the crate she was standing on. She
walked over to where the black and white clad woman was standing with a crowbar
next to a large wooden crate.
"Before you get all high and mighty, Phantom Lady,
I'll let you know I'm here not to steal but to check out a lead I got from a tipster
back in New York. With all the disappearances that have happened with first
the heroes and then heroines, I decided to try and figure out who was behind it
all. I was told that the company which owned this warehouse, Blackheart
Consolidated, provided the technology to whoever is behind the disappearances.
I've got a friend checking out their main offices in the city while I have
a look through this warehouse that belongs to them. I'll only take anything
that looks like it's out of the ordinary and if you want, you can look along with
me," Black Cat said as she tapped the metal bar on the side of the wooden
crate she was next to.
"All right, Black Cat, I'll give you the benefit
of a doubt. However, let's not start ripping open every case in
here just in case this is a wild goose chase. Let's look around
for a printed copy of a manifest around here or a computer we can turn
on and find the contents of this warehouse," Phantom Lady said as she
folded her arms across her chest in a determined stance.
Black Cat nodded and the two started searching around the
warehouse for the list in question using a flashlight Black Cat had brought for
illumination. After about 10 or 15 minutes of searching, the heroines failed
to find any copies of the inventory list but did find a computer on a desk near
the back of the warehouse. Flicking the monitor and hard drive on, the heroines
went into the file directory and looked around for a short period of time. When
they found a file marked INVENTORY, they clicked on the link and started scrolling
through the long list of items.
After several minutes of looking, the two women could find
nothing that stood out of the ordinary as they went down the lengthy list of what
was in the building. They were about to give up when Phantom Lady saw an
item near the bottom of the list that had a series of X's in place of descriptive
words for it. Puzzled, the heroine clicked on the item in question and saw
it was a link to a much larger directory with a list of names and addresses cross
referenced with a wide variety of initials. As the two heroines looked over
the list trying to make sense of it, Black Cat suddenly inhaled deeply and jabbed
her left index at part of the screen.
"Look at that entry...SHULK is listed next to COLL
and the date listed is ten days ago. Wasn't that the day that She Hulk mysteriously
disappeared during the attack on Boston by that Swiss terrorist group?" Black
Cat said with a grim certainty to her voice. The slinky heroine looked around
the desk for a blank CD-R disc the two heroines could use to copy the data onto
a disc in lieu of a printer.
Black Cat had found a blank disc and had just handed it Phantom
Lady when the warehouse door swung open and two uniformed men came through armed
with guns in their hands.
One shouted "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! GET
YOUR HANDS UP AND DON'T MOVE!!" while the other snapped the light switch
on by the doorway which illuminated the interior of the warehouse in bright fluorescent
lights.
The two heroines glanced at each other before moving out
from behind the desk with their forearms raised above their heads. They
moved to the center of the warehouse area before the guards told them to stop
where they were as one guard dug out what looked like a cell phone.
"Look, everything is ok, guys. We're not here to steal
anything so why don't you put that gun down and we can talk things out?" Phantom
Lady said trying to calm the situation down before something unfortunate happened.
"Not a chance, lady. Once my partner gets hold of
the owner, we'll make sure that you never pull this stuff ever again," the burlier
of the two guards snapped while continuing to train his gun on the two women.
"Hello? Is this Mr. X? This is Jack Smith,
head of security for your International Manufacturing Processing
warehouses. We've caught two more heroines snooping around the inside
of one your buildings yet again. Should we hold them here like
before with Firestar and Black Widow?" the other guard muttered in a
low voice as he talked on the cell phone.
"Firestar ? Black Widow ? Didn't they go
missing three weeks ago? I wonder if these idiots know anything about what's
going on....." Black Cat thought to herself as she rocked nervously
back and forth on her heels trying to think of a way out of her predicament.
As if someone was reading the heroine's mind, the lights
suddenly flickered out, plunging everyone into darkness. A second or two
later, emergency lights came on inside the warehouse but the guards found themselves
staring at an empty space where the two heroines formerly had been.
"Shit ! Charlie, call and get the special back-up down
here now! If we let these two get away now, we'll both have to go before
the company president for ' discipline'...." the guard holding the gun
yelled out as he slowly advanced further into the warehouse looking nervously
about for the women.
THWACCKK!!! The guard holding the cell phone
spun to the floor from a blow that seemed to originate from the shadows themselves.
When his partner spun around upon hearing the blow, he saw a distinctly
female figure emerging from the shadows that strangely look like she was PART
of the shadow. Before the guard could aim his gun in the direction of the
unknown woman, a black rubber disc came flying out of the mystery woman's right
hand and struck the dumbstruck guard hard in the stomach.
"OOOFFF!!!" The guard grunted as he doubled over
in pain with the gun slipping out of his weakened right hand. Before he
could recover, a quick karate chop to the back of his neck courtesy of the lithesome
Phantom Lady sent him to the ground. As the guard fell unconscious, Black Cat
came running to her fellow heroine and both stared in silence as their unexpected
ally walked up to the area where they stood and retrieved her weapon from the
ground nearby.
"Who... who are you?" Phantom Lady inquired of the
darkly clad woman that stood before them. Dressed in a black and blue leotard
that was bare at the shoulders, with matching blue boots and gloves and a red sash cinching her slim waist,
the woman looked at Black Cat and Phantom Lady with an expression that was part
confidence and part confusion.
"The name's Silk Shadow. I was investigating a few leads
I've been following about the disappearance of my fellow Canadian crime fighters
and the trail led here to New York. I was just heading to patrol this area
in the hopes I'd run a heroine from this area when I saw the activity and thought
I'd check it out," the slender late 20's woman said as she tucked the disc into
her sash.
With a new sense of urgency, Black Cat and Phantom Lady finished
their data download. After Phantom Lady secured the disc in a bag she tied
around her waist, the three heroines spent a minute introducing each other (including
their identities when not clad for heroism) before agreeing to leave the warehouse
and head their separate ways. The trio agreed to meet each other in 72 hours
at a small cafe outside the city to compare notes and such.
As the trio departed the warehouse, leaving the guards
trussed up in such a way that they would eventually wiggle free, none of them
noticed that their movements were being observed discretely. Of course,
the women were used to looking for people on the ground and not those hovering overhead...........
Next day..........
Bonnie pulled into her parking spot at Deltox HQ
and stepped out breathing deeply as she looked forward to her meeting with Mr.
Edgesworth, president of Deltox. She had spent the last year, starting shortly
after what the press had called the 'First White-Out ', working with the other
executives in the company to maximize profits by taking advantage of the vacuum
created by the disappearance of so many powerful individuals. Through her
efforts, Deltox had managed to expand their sales world wide especially in countries
that were used to having super powered people protecting their citizens.
"Good day, Ms. Dobson. Nice day,
isn't it?" the security guard Gus said pleasantly as he handed
Bonnie the log book for her to sign in. The lobby of the Deltox
building was busy with numerous people coming and going and cell phones
actively ringing throughout the tiled floor.
"Yeah, they say nothing but sunshine for the rest
of the week. If they let me take a few days off from here, I might get a
chance to enjoy it. Oh well, another day, another dollar," Bonnie
said as she signed the book and picked up her daily ID pass from the guard.
As she passed the security desk, Bonnie spotted
several magazines on the right hand side of Gus' work area. Although they
ranged from the weekly tabloid newspapers to more serious magazines like Newstime
and Earth This Week, all seemed to have one topic as their focus.
"HEROES GO POOF! - NOSTRADAMUS
PREDICTED IT!!" was the bold headline blazoned on the Weekly Enduirer. "COUNTRIES HIRING SUPER POWERED VILLAINS - FACT OR
FICTION?" was the less bold but ominous headline on North America
Monthly. "HEROES - SHOULD THE U.S. RECRUIT THEM IN THE INTEREST
OF NATIONAL DEFENSE?" was the lead item for Conservative Reader.
"The only headline
I want to see is one announcing my promotion. Nothing else really matters," Bonnie thought to herself as she walked over to the elevator banks
and hit the button to go up. Upon entering an empty car and hitting the
button for the top floor, Bonnie's thoughts turned to how she should present herself
at the meeting. Should she be the usual frank and efficient woman she was
known for or was a more aggressive attitude necessary to show she could handle
new duties? It was with this, and other questions, that the business woman
stepped out of the elevator and headed to the main conference room for the meeting.
Upon entering the conference room, Bonnie was surprised
to find that there was only other person in the room besides herself: the president
of Deltox, Jack Matthews, who was seated at the far end of the table looking at
a laptop in front of him.
"Come in, Bonnie, come in! I
was just looking over the figures for the last thirty days or so and it
seems we've made quite an inroad into the European market. It
seems that when there was an attempted overthrow of the French
government by Blockbuster, Star Sapphire and a few others, it made more
than a few people nervous. Excellent!" the company CEO
crowed as he turned his attention to the woman walking in the room.
"Have you given any thought to the memo
I emailed you last week? I have the specs behind my proposal back at my
office if you want more details," Bonnie asked as she took a seat near
Jack and flashed her usual look of confidence.
"Well, I think your idea of
selling weapons to the so called 'super villains' intent on conquering
a country for themselves seems a trifle ambitious and could backfire if
it got out to the press. However, that's something that can be
hashed out at the next board meeting when you take your seat as our
newest vice-president. Congratulations!" Jack said with a
broad smile appearing on his weathered face.
Bonnie beamed in appreciation and murmured
her thanks. "Well, I hope I'm able to live up to your expectations, Mr.
Matthews. Is there any new matters you want me to look into as part of my
new executive position?" the woman asked even as she was starting to envision
a way of herself occupying the old guy's seat in a few years.
"Actually, there is
one thing I want you to look into. As part of a diversification
process, we've acquired a number of other companies that will allow us
more streams of revenue. One of these is a company, Frois Vrai,
that is heaquartered in St. Germain, France and is a major supplier for
cryogenic units in Europe and the Far East. We've managed to
acquire a contract to sell a large number of units to a firm we already
do business with but in order to fulfill the order, the company's main
plant has to expanded by 50 % in size. I need someone to oversee
the work and make sure the costs don't get out of hand. Do you
think you're up to such a task?" Jack asked as he tapped a steel
pen on a stack of nearby papers.
"Well, I was thinking maybe of staying closer
to company HQ and learning a bit more about what you have in mind for my new executive
role. Could you maybe send someone who is a little more familiar with the
company and region it's in?" Bonnie asked, trying to get out of something
she really wanted no part of.
"Bonnie, Bonnie, I think you're misunderstanding
your role in your new position. You see, your duties will be to troubleshoot
our new acquisitions on a worldwide basis. Considering your background,
I would think that traveling would be something that you would look forward to.
If that's not the case, perhaps I should inform the board that we should reconsider
your promotion," the company executive said with his joviality quickly
fading into a much sterner tone.
"No, no, I'll go and make this newest acquisition
a proud new part of Deltox. Just let me know when I'll be going and I'll
have my things packed and ready to go," Bonnie replied, flicking aside a
lock of her auburn hair. Secretly, she knew she had little choice but to go
along for now.
"That's the spirit! Here's a
folder with all the info you need, a company charge card for any
expenses you might incur on a personal level and a CD with details
about the assignment after this one. There's a company driver,
Jacques, waiting for you in the lobby to take you directly to our
private airfield. A company jet is standing by, packed with other
items you might need, to take you to France. Do you have any
other questions?" Jack said, handing a fairly hefty red leather
folder emblazoned with the company logo on the front to Bonnie.
"I guess the only question I have
is what's the weather like in France at this time of year?" Bonnie asked
which resulted in a boisterous laugh from both of the executives though Bonnie's
happiness decreased significantly upon leaving the room..........
Elsewhere...........
The ruins of the ancient Mayan
temple had been partially reclaimed by the jungle that surrounded it on all sides
with brick entrances badly decayed or collapsed altogether. A village about
ten miles to the north held the belief that the ruins were haunted by the victims
of the sacrifices made by Mayan priests centuries ago and consequently the villagers
stayed far clear of the area. With schools of piranha inhabiting the nearby
river, the temple was an area that few ventured into save for the odd curious
archeologist looking to make a rare find or two.
However, the
helicopter that was slowly descending into a clearing south of the
temple contained a lone individual that seemed rather oblivious to the
myths and dangers that surrounded the ruins. When the copter
settled on the ground and the blades slowly stopped rotating, a single
woman emerged from the craft and walked quickly towards the main part
of the temple that was still standing.
Dressed in a skin tight
silver lycra outfit from the neck down with kelvar woven into the torso and holsters
visible on each hip, the woman was known to many people worldwide as Silver Sable.
The woman, whose hair color matched the shiny silver texture of her uniform, operated
as the head of a highly skilled and trained group of mercenaries that operated
out of the Symkarian embassy in New York. Silver Sable and her Wild Pack,
as she called her hirelings, often traveled around the world on paid missions
that were hazardous to say the least.
However, on this day, Silver Sable
was traveling by her lonesome at the request of the two people she had
agreed to meet. Considering the nature of the two, Silver Sable
had initially resisted traveling by herself but, considering the events
that had gone on around the world with anyone considered heroes or
heroines, she decided to dismiss his mental misgivings about the
meeting.
As she made her way towards the
temple's entrance, Sable mentally reviewed the dossiers concerning the two she
was meeting. The first was known to most law enforcement agencies and heroes/heroines
as the villainous Viper, a woman who headed up an organization dedicated to world
conquest and domination. Notorious for her fixation on wearing attire
colored dark green (with even her lipstick taking on that hue) and for her utter
disdain towards loss of life in the course of implementing one of her many plans,
a nervous Viper had nevertheless requested the meeting with the location and conditions
to be determined by a third party intermediary.
The second woman Sable was to meet
was a bit of mystery to her with very little information available about her.
The woman called herself Iron Maiden was a foe that was commonly encountered the
now defunct superhero group know as the T.H.U.N.D.E.R Agents. Once considered
one of most feared criminal masterminds in the community, she had fallen out of
favor with her fellow criminals due to her dalliances with the hero Dynamo, who
was a member of the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents. However, her tolerance for such
disdain was quickly reached as a crime boss from the East Coast found out after
a party the two both attended. The boss had said to anyone within earshot
that Iron Maiden 'was Dynamo's bitch' and 'she should go by the name Rusty Maiden
from now on'. Three days later, the crime boss' body was found sealed inside
a see-through plastic cube that was filled with what the police said was water
heavily laced in lead and other metal particulates.
Nevertheless, when Dynamo disappeared
(along with the rest of the world's heroes), it clearly unnerved Iron Maiden
as she spent the time afterwards using all her power and influence to find out
where he was. Once she had exhausted all her sources, Iron Maiden turned her attention
to the rumors of heroines (as well as a few villains) disappearing in a similar
traceless manner. It was against this backdrop that Iron Maiden had contacted
Silver Sable through an intermediary and requested this meeting to compare notes
and such. Needless to say, it was a meeting that the mercenary head
would have flatly refused, but these were different days.......
"Considering the reputation of these two, I should
have insisted on bringing one of my own people for protection. I guess I'll
settle for having my employees monitor my movements from a chopper a short distance
from here," Silver Sable thought as she glanced at her wristwatch
and saw that she was due to make her arrival in a few minutes. One of the
conditions of the meeting was that each would arrive at different times to avoid
any unnecessary hassles or thoughts of potential ambushes.
"If I remember right, I light
the torch and follow the corridor to a T section. Go right and travel downwards
to an opening that leads into a room supposedly used by Mayan priests to prepare
human sacrifices for the gods they worshipped. Hopefully, Sable and Maiden
won't have anything like that in mind," the mercenary head muttered quietly
out loud as she plucked the wooden torch from a holder mounted on a nearby wall.
A short time later, Silver Sable
found herself standing in the entranceway to the room that she was looking for.
She was puzzled by the fact that the room was completely dark and if she wasn't
holding a torch, she wouldn't see anything beyond the end of her nose. Even
with the torch, Sable could only see what looked like a large altar in the center
of the room with several decorations lining the walls to indicate the room's usage.
"Viper? Iron
Maiden? Are either of you two in here? Speak up now and let
me know where you are," Silver Sable called out with an air of
annoyance evident in her voice. She was in no mood for people
showing up late or playing mind games and if she didn't receive any
indication they were here, she'd head back to her home base and resume
overseeing her organization.
"Hello? Viper, are you
here?" the silver haired woman called out as she took another step forward.
And another.
And one more.
Suddenly, the floor seemed to
open up from under Silver Sable and she found herself falling downwards.
Instantly, she shot her right arm out to the side and activated the micro thin
loop of cable with a deployable grappling hook at the end that was secreted in
her wristband. To her disappointment, the cable failed to attach to anything
of substance and she continued her rapid descent into a seemingly bottomless pit.
After falling for what seemed
like minutes, Silver Sable landed with a loud THUMP! on top of what seemed like a large rubber
or plastic airbag though it was hard to tell in the pitch dark. Before she
had a chance to orient herself, she felt the bag slowly deflate and flatten out
to the point where she could gingerly roll off it and onto the stone floor.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness
around her, Silver Sable saw that she looked to be in a room that appeared to
be roughly similar in size and shape to the one she was just in. However,
there was no sign of an exit or something like it anywhere not to mention that
she had the feeling she was being observed at this moment.
"Wild Pack? Wild Pack,
this is Sable, come in please. Wild Pack, please respond!" Silver
Sable said as she pulled out a tiny transmitter she kept concealed in the belt
around her waist and spoke into it. To her dismay, there was no response
or even an indication that the device was working despite the fact that it was
state of the art and designed to work underground at depths up to three miles
beneath the surface. She figured that her support personnel, hovering in
a jet just off the Peruvian coast, would hear her easily but that was not the
case.
"I'm sorry to say that no one
will be answering your messages, Silver Sable," a voice called out from
the darkness. It seemed to come from a speaker of some sort though where
it was located proved elusive.
"Who are you? Where are
Iron Maiden and Viper? Are they working for you?" Sable called out,
trying to figure out if she had heard the speaker's voice somewhere before.
While she talked, she moved her right index finger slowly until it was resting
on top of the subcutaneous locator device Sable had implanted beneath her skin
before leaving for the mission. The mercenary head figured that even if
her captors were right about their ability to block her communication attempts,
they might not look for something that was invisible to the human eye.
"Oh, the compatriots that you
arranged to meet her today. Well, they have been already taken care of.
Here's a little visual of what happened that might enlighten you a bit,"
the voice called out followed by two panels starting to illuminate on the far
wall from Sable. As she watched in curiosity, the panels illuminated to
show Iron Maiden and Viper by themselves in what looked to be the same room Silver
Sable now found herself in. Judging by the two's actions, they were both
angry and distressed about their predicament but seemed incapable of moving from
the waist down.
In the next few seconds, there
seemed be a loud humming noise coming from the background of both the women which
resulted in their voices increasing in volume. Iron Maiden seemed to be
threatening to bring her entire power and might to bear on her tormentor while
waving her right index finger around in a semi circle in a commanding manner.
Viper was vowing death to the man or woman who had trapped her and any of their
loved ones. However, their cries of defiance decreased in volume which coincided
with the humming becoming louder.
A few seconds later,
Silver Sable saw that the humming noise was an indication of something
far more sinister occurring with Iron Maiden and Viper. She saw
that there was a sinister change happening to both women's exposed skin
with Iron Maiden's taking on a gold sheen and Viper's skin becoming tan
brown or bronze in appearance. As this transformation, which
seemed confined at first to the extremities of the two, spread to other
parts of them, the women's movements became noticeably stiffer by the
moment. Although Sable hadn't seen it before, there was now a
visible glow around both the women in question that was the same hue as
the color enveloping them.
As Silver Sable looked on in
silent horror, she saw the two women's bodies quickly change to inanimate, lifeless
objects that were chillingly realistic in appearance. Iron Maiden's face
froze in a final look of anger, disbelief with perhaps (most perplexingly) a
tinge of pleasure evident in it. Her right hand had curled up into a fist
with her forearm extended outwards in a clear act of defiance that looked remarkable
considering her body now was nothing more than a solid mass of gold. Although
her outfit remained the intricate seams of silver right up to the mask covering
her eyes, the rest of the master villainess looked like it was cast from a vat
of the purest gold.
As for Viper, her transformation
into a statue happened almost as fast as the change to Iron Maiden. The
metallizing of her body seemed to freeze her body almost in mid breath with her
back arching just a little bit and her chest jutting out ever so slightly.
Judging by the fact the green costumed woman's nipples could clearly be seen pressing
against the cloth of her outfit, it was possible that the transformation, as terrifying
and shocking it must have been to the subjects, was somehow extremely pleasant
in an erotic way. Viper's right hand was extended above her with her right
arm bent at the elbow giving the appearance that the villainess was trying to
shield herself from an unseen attack. Her left arm froze while hanging by
her side with her left hand looking like it was in the middle for reaching for
a secret weapon of some kind. In a matter of moments, all her visible skin
had become bronze in color indicating that the subject was now completely inorganic
inside and out with Viper's eyes frozen wide in a look of surprise and contempt.
Thirty or so seconds later, the
humming ceased altogether and the images faded to black. Strangely, Silver
Sable saw that the monitors were still on by the flickering going on that she
picked up on. From what she could perceive, there were two or more people
moving the statues around while uttering phrases in a language Silver Sable had
never heard before.
"Well, my silver colored
guest, do the scenes you just witnessed impress you?" a voice different
from the one before called out in a mocking tone.
"I suppose you're trying
to frighten me. You should know that my people will be here in a matter
of minutes and you'll regret what you're doing!" Silver Sable called out
while looking around trying to figure out where an opening was to the room that
she could pry open.
"Yes, yes, this
is all very boring. I think Storm said something similar to that earlier..... or
was it Valkyrie..... or Supergirl? It doesn't really matter..... they were
all empty threats in the end.... or was it solid threats?" a voice replied
with an evil laugh audible upon uttering the last few words.
"We'll see about
that!!" Silver Sable snapped and took a step forward intending to
race a wall and start climbing out of the predicament she was in.
Unfortunately, her first step proved to be disastrous and she realized
too late that the people responsible for her predicament had
anticipated her actions. Manacles slid up from the floor and
grappled onto both of Sable's ankles resulting in her being unable to
move at all. Instinctively, the mercenary head went to grab the
miniature blowtorch hidden in the waistband of her pants with her hands
but two more cuffs sprang from the darkness to secure her hands like
her feet. With a collar snapping around Sable's neck, the
silver haired woman was unable to move from the neck down no matter how
much energy she put into her efforts.
"We could use the new
freezing procedure for this one. It would make transporting her much faster
especially if we want to make our quota this month," a voice that Sable
hadn't heard before called out from the darkness.
"I don't think so. We're
going to be using that in the continent of Europe for Level 3 and 4 of the collection.
Once that's done,............" the familiar voice from before replied before
the voice faded in volume and was indiscernible to Sable.
Moments later, a powerful electrical
charge passed through the chains that were restraining Silver Sable; a jolt that seemed
to cause every muscle in her body, even her eyes, to freeze solid. Once
the charge dissipated, the chains withdrew, leaving a figure of a woman that seemed to be suspended
in time. However, the energy that went through the chains was not merely
electrical in nature as Sable's skin, like that of the the others, was quickly changing in color and appearance.
Her hands and face seemed to be taking on the same polished silver appearance that her
outfit and hair had with no blemishes or imperfections visible anywhere.
A minute or so later, two figures
emerged from the darkness and started to swiftly remove Sable's outfit from her
motionless body. As they did, it became apparent that the woman's entire body had been
transformed into solid silver with features such as her nipples and finely trimmed
pubic hair indicating that this was no ordinary statue.
"Should we make her ready for
transport like the other two, boss?" one of the figures called out.
"Yes, and make it quick in case
any of their colleagues get here soon," a familiar voice replied before
chuckling at the end.
"By the way, call me Gus. It's much more
friendly," the voice intoned.
To be continued........