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G.S.P.

Chapter 7

What Makes a Hero?

Fang moved through the streets in wolf form carefully following the smell that she tracked. The smells of the many humans closeness to her assaulted her from all directions, but she had no problem moving forward. People parted from her presence, startled by her larger than expected size.

Possibly there might be trouble if anyone called the police about a large wolf moving freely in the city, but hopefully she had made enough appearances with the super hero team for police to recognize her. A keen observer would see the G.S.P. logo on her neck collar.

Her journey had begun by the city hall and had taken her to Greenwich Village. When she first at the television saw the new Knighthood of Peace superhero team assembled outside the city hall, the idea to try to track them had seem foolish. If they took a cab or the subway, it would be hopeless. On the other hand she needed to get some clear air to get away from the other fussing about lack of recovery for the comatose Carol that the team had rescued from the brainwashing kidnappers.

The track Fang followed ended by a door on 10th West and she halted her steps to consider what to do. She had followed a man and a woman here, from the smell of the superhero costumes she knew them to be members of the new superhero team. The male could either be the team leader Cyclone or the aged veteran hero Entrope. If she had to guess she would settle on the younger Cyclone being the more likely choice. The woman she followed could be either the blond Hyper or the foreign dark haired Bio from Italy. The Knighthood also had a fifth female member, the Japanese Mesh, but her battlesuit made it trivial to distinguish her from the others.

Actually Fang noticed that she could faintly smell Mesh, but not her battlesuit. All the members of the Knighthood had visited this building, but not on an everyday basis like the man and woman she had followed here.

"Seems like two of them live here. What to do? Should I eavesdrop on them or should I go and introduce myself?" Fang mused.

It seemed trivial to scale the house in her werewolf form, but it seemed risky, what if she was detected? People around her might notice if she turned into werewolf form and climbed the house walls on a civilian house. On the other hand changing into werewolf form seemed like a good idea if she should do talking. Moving down the stairs beside the door she changed form.

After the transformation the collar, she used to carry her communication unit, hung loose around her neck. Loosening the collar she expanded it so it could serve as a belt. Her first instinct when she started moving around as werewolf had been to tighten the collar around her neck, but the suffocation that happened if she had to change back into wolf had quickly taught her how unwise that was.

She climbed the stairs to reach the door. Located by the door was a home entry phone, but Fang could not use it since she didn't know the names of the persons she followed.

Playfully she tried to bash her shoulder into the door to see if she could force it open. The door squeaked in protest, but did not budge. It was a fragile looking door, but the lock itself was sturdy. If she tried harder she would without doubt break the door in two, but it seemed like a very bad idea.

Somebody approached from the inside and Fang moved back, trying to look harmless. She was not sure she could succeed with that, her werewolf body was packed with muscles and nothing close to slim defenseless look of human females. It was an old lady that exited the house, far too busy pulling her bag on wheels through the door to notice Fang.

"I am G.S.P. member Fang, could you please assist me with entry to this house?" Fang asked.

The old lady shrugged as she looked up on Fang, locked in the task of trying to determine what she saw, but somehow failing to comprehend. Fang motioned towards the door and the old lady absently minded moved aside.

"There is no reason for worry, I am just here on a social visit," Fang commented as she walked past her.

"Good," the old lady mumbled as Fang disappeared inside.

It was trivial to locate the door that had the right smell. The name on the door read Juliana Stewart. Fang raised her hand to knock when her keen hearing heard voices from the inside.

"Yea baby....good...take me," a male voice said inside the apartment. A gulping noise followed that left little doubt for the imagination. Somebody, probably the Juliana that owned the apartment, did go down on a male.

"Bad timing, they are having sex," Fang thought and decided that it was best to wait with knocking. The muted sounds from the apartment would not be audible for anyone with normal human hearing but hearing them made Fang think of sex.

It was bloody unfair that she had lost so many years avoiding sex when it was so great. A wave of hatred filled her when she thought about the hunters that killed her pack and made her fear sex for so many years.

Finally a grunt of ecstasy came from the man. Fang remained waiting outside to see if he would return the favor, instead she heard them speaking.

"That felt great," the man said. "By the way, Eriko was nagging me today about not receiving the promised salary. Remember that I promised her an advance. Didn't you wire the money like I told you?"

"Eriko is a japanse name. Is it the secret identity of the super heroine Mesh? Yet that does not make sense, why would Cyclone be paying salary to one of the team members ," Fang thought and leaned toward the door to not miss anything.

"Of course I sent the money both to her and to Entrope, the money should be by them today," Juliana responded.

Breathless Fang waited to hear more, the sound that came was not what she expected or desired.

"Incoming authenticated transmission from G.S.P. headquarters," the communication unit at her belt reported, and Fang fumbled to silence it.

"Mindeye has found a solution..." the G.S.P. AI continued when suddenly the door opened.

Fang stumbled forward since had been leaning on the door to listen. "...to help the victim of the Brotherhood abuse," the communication unit reported as Fang caught her balance.

A nude man sat in a sofa in the middle of the room. He did stare surprised at Fang.

"Who opened the door?" Fang wondered.

Suddenly someone tackled her from the left. She extended her arm to catch herself from falling. There was a very audible click as something was attached around her wrist. She had been handcuffed to a rack responsible for drying towels. Hyper dodged away from Fang before she could react. She came at halt besides the nude man.

"...for subject for mission, she will be returned to her family. You have free time until further instructions come, end of transmission from G.S.P. base," the communication unit reported.

"Hyper and Cyclone I presume," Fang stated as she did her best to not be bothered by being caught in the handcuff.

Both male and human was blond and slim. They made a nice pair in an apartment that was filled with the most luxurious designer products.

"Looking at the G.S.P. gear I assume you are the G.S.P. hero Fang. I had no idea you could turn humanoid, but more important how the heck do you know our secret identities?" Cyclone asked.

"Tracked you here by smell, could you please let me loose. I came here only to talk," Fang answered.

"Don't worry, we won't take advantage of your position or anything," Cyclone said, smiling widely. "Hyper can you fetch us some bathrobes."

When Fang was expecting Hyper's movement she saw that Hyper did not move at the impossible speed she had first assumed. She was many times faster than any normal human, but not quick like a bullet. Moments later she returned clothed and gave a bathrobe to Cyclone.

"Obviously you know Hyper's real identity since you are here, would you care to tell us your name to even the field," Cyclone said.

"Sure, it is Nat'ilgar," Fang responded.

"What kind of name is that?" Cyclone asked.

"My kind of name. Why are you starting a superhero team to replace the G.S.P?" Fang asked back.

"What happens to your team is not my concern. I suppose you could get disbanded if you fail to deliver, but the Knighthood is not about replacing you, but to provide safety to the public of New York," Cyclone responded.

"The death count caused by alien attacks have been reduced greatly due to the efforts of the G.S.P, why is this not enough for you. Why are you trying to replace us?" Fang asked.

"The death count may be lower, but the property damage has exploded. There is clear room for improvement," Cyclone responded. "Also, why is that you insist on label it as we replacing your group? We are just a group of heroes that dislike the hero for hire attitude of the G.S.P, aren't you glad to have assistance?"

"When a pack moves into an area and force another pack to leave it is always because the hunters of the area is perceived as weak. I can't understand why you perceive G.S.P. as weak," Fang replied.

"I don't know if I would use the phrase weak, but I do agree that I think my Knighthood is a better team. Looking at heroes supposed to kill the aliens Entrope and Mech packs much more fire power each than both your Firefly and Thundercloud together. It is just a matter of time before the alien figure out Thundercloud well known vulnerability to cold and Firefly has no defense. Looking at the rest of the team Eagle might have some slight advantage in battle direction due to his better flight capability than mine Cyclone flight, but Hyper is a superior choice for quick recon so I think the two of us are better than the three of you when it comes to locate the aliens," Cyclone said.

"You have no sense of smell, no mind reading capabilities and worse flight powers but still you claim us as the worse scouting choice?" Fang spat.

"The aliens are immune of mindreading so I can't understand why anyone would have Mindeye on the payroll in an alien hunting team. Speaking about your dog senses the aliens do leave quite a visible trail after themselves, and if we ever would run into some that didn't, we can fetch an ordinary doggy to do the tracking," Cyclone replied.

Fang growled in anger at his words, but was at a loss about what to say.

"If we turn our attention to the final members of the team I have recruited Bio to provide my team with research potential to give Mech customized ammunition to take out the aliens quicker. There is a clear value there, but I can't for my life see why G.S.P. would hire that disaster in happening called Blade. The mess she did with the robbers in the mall is such thing that ruins the reputation of superheroes. Why do G.S.P. have her serving at the team?" Cyclone asked.

"She only killed the robbers when there was no other choice. She had to save the hostages when the robbers began to shoot widely. As for why she is included in the team she earlier today proved her worth when she found an invisible spider demon and defeated it on her own," Fang said.

"Did you just call the alien for a demon?" Cyclone asked and burst out laughing..

"Did I? Yes I did call it a spider demon, but why? Something about the smell of the monster, it smelled unclean. Like something that should not be allowed to exist in this world, or rather something that partly is in a place of brimstone and sulfur," Fang mused.

"I think you are taking this I-believe-in-magic-nonsense-because-my-powers-resemble-a-werewolf-out-of-mythology too far," Cyclone said. "In any case Blade is the reason for me forming the Knighthood of Peace."

"Say what?" Fang asked.

"I said that I started to recruit my team when I learned about Blade joining G.S.P." Cyclone responded. "I did also apply for the G.S.P. and did succeed with the tests to qualify. Problem was just that they thought my powers to be redundant. The winds that I generate are powerful in themselves, but hard to direct at a single target without destroying the surroundings. Those cases when my powers would work could better be solved by other superheroes that had applied. I could accept their argument until they decided to hire Blade."

"What is so wrong about Blade's power?" Fang asked.

"Where should I start?" Cyclone asked. "Healing powers are nice, but they mean little in actual combat. If Blade were defeated by aliens she will probably be slain. That she would spend less time in hospital in case she, by some miracle, is saved is rather pointless. The second problem is the one about the range of her attacks. Ignoring the issue of Thundercloud's weakness being known to the world I have great problem to see how Blade's energy sword add anything to Thundercloud's super strength and invulnerability. What kind of alien will she battle that Thundercloud can not defeat? To worsen the mockery she has no experience to speak about. A total newbie that slaughters every robber when she is cornered at the mall instead of finding some more superhero like solution to the problem."

"I hear your reasoning, but even though you are right up to a point you totally fail to evaluate the true capabilities of the G.S.P team," Fang objected.

"This is pure comedy, look at yourselves! The great Fang from the G.S.P. handcuffed and defenseless! What does that tell us?" Cyclone taunted.

Growling in anger Fang looked at the irritating handcuffs that kept her connected to the rack for towels. There was no way she could break the metal of the handcuffs, but the rack was another matter. She took hold of the rack and pulled hard, a rather large part of the wall followed the rack down.

"I don't know about defenseless," Fang said as she shook the handcuff free from the loose rack.

"My wall!" Hyper screamed. Fang barely had time to register her words before she was hit by a massive number of hits from the furious Hyper.

The strikes and kicks were many, but none particularly powerful. Fang shrugged irritated as the blows rained over her without doing any real damage. She tried to catch the nimble hands hitting her, but had no real success.

Frowning in anger she launched a powerful round kick. This time she was successful, Hyper walked right into the kick and was hurled backwards by the force of it. She hit the wall and collapsed unconscious without any further sound.

Fang raised her gaze to look at Cyclone, he stood with hand outstretched, obviously hesitant about using his power. Fang took the chance and bolted for the door.

"Damn you if you hurt Hyper!" Cyclone shouted.

At the same time as she pulled the door open she loosened her G.S.P belt. Behind her she could hear winds assembling, obviously he intended to hit her hard as soon as she was outside the apartment. She shifted to wolf form, catching the belt in her mouth, while dropping the handcuff behind her, and rushed away.

The miniature cyclone that Cyclone launched after her came roaring, but not quick enough to match the speed of her wolf agility. She dodged down the stairs as the wind beat into the door opposite from Hyper's apartment.

There was an open window in the stair hall, and Fang changed to werewolf form to climb outside. Jumping from the window she caught hold on an emergency stair and pulled herself up. Inside she heard the sound of Hyper running down the stairs using her massive speed.

"If she comes outside down there and looks up she will without doubt see me," Fang thought. Down at the street she saw Hyper coming out and running up and down the street searching every possible hiding place. She did not look up.

Silently Fang climbed upwards, trying to keep herself outside the view of the window in case Cyclone looked out to see how Hyper's search fared. Fang came in position by the window to Hyper's apartment and waited. After a while she heard Hyper returning to the apartment.

"Found bloody nothing, I don't understand how she could outrun me. Do you think she can teleport?" Hyper complained.

"I don't think she can darling, she must have outwitted you somehow," Cyclone responded.

"Like hell," Hyper responded. "I think she has some kind of high tech gadget from the government that let her teleport away. It is so unfair they get all that government tech."

"I need to phone the others and warn them about her spying on us," Cyclone said. "It would be a shame if they said something revealing now when our first public performance went so well."

"Can't you do it later, it is not like she can find them directly," Hyper objected. "I want you inside me now."

"No, I need to do it now. What if she tracked some of the others first and had other G.S.P members doing the spying there," Cyclone said.

"So sexy, I want to lick your cock," Hyper said.

"Damn it, leave it for a while, will you?" Cyclone complained.

"But it is so fun seeing it grow," Hyper said. This was followed by a slurping sound.

"I said enough, give me some space!" Cyclone objected. The groan that followed indicated that Hyper had again caught hold of him.

"I want you to fuck me hard now," Hyper breathed.

"Ngghh...that feels nice," Cyclone said. "Okay a compromise. I call Martin that won't mind if we are doing foreplay during the talk and then I ask him to phone the others."

"We have a deal my sexy hunk," Hyper responded. Slurping sounds told that she again was putting her mouth to use.

"Hi Entrope this is Paul," Cyclone said. Fang could not hear anything of the reply, but only heard the sounds of the foreplay.

"Yea, Martin I know I promised you the money to be there already, Juliana is on it. More importantly I have something related to security to talk about," Cyclone said.

"Shall I try to sneak closer to hear his replies," Fang wondered as she tried to hear the response. It seemed terribly risky to sneak into the apartment.

"Okay Martin, I understand you are mad. I turn on the speaker so you can talk to me and Juliana directly," Cyclone said.

"Damn it Juliana, you promised I would have the money in good time. What have you done with my money?" Entrope asked through the phone.

"Ah Martin, sorry about that. I forgot to send the money, but have fixed it, they should be on your account later today," Hyper said. There was a very distinct grown of delight from Cyclone.

Fang could not help herself, but dared a peek inside. Luckily they were turned away from the window. Hyper was bent forward and backing to direct Cyclone into her wet hole.

"You swear that the money is on the way?" Entrope asked.

"Yea, fucking yes," Hyper responded as she slowly began humped back at Cyclone's hard cock.

"Do you still claim I will have the money today if I promise to electrocute your twat if I don't get them today?" Entrope asked.

"Oh, ah...there was some....weirdness with the online banking service. Maybe the money does not come until tomorrow," Hyper said, struggling to keep talking calmly as she increased the pace of her movements.

"Paul, did you hear that?" Entrope asked. "Seems like your lite hyper cunt maybe did not send the money after all, verify that she does it please. By the way, are you two fucking?"

"Yes...inside her now. I hope you don't mind," Cyclone responded as he leaned back looking down at his lover taking advantage of his eager cock.

"Not normally, nice to hear little hyper cunt panting, but you did interrupt my own fucking. I have this lovely superhero groupie here that is into bondage. So what did you want to talk about?" Entrope responded.

"Okay, to be brief. We had a surprise visit by G.S.P. member Fang that had found our identities by following our smell. She does not buy our public-heroes-not-for-hire story, but see our Knighthood group like we are claiming her hunting ground or some other weird shit. We might have to keep this in mind as we proceed with the plan," Cyclone told.

"It is worrying that she could track you so easily," Entrope responded. "I suppose there is always the possibility that she knows the secret identity of more of us. Thank you for the warning, I will keep a watch on the G.S.P. people sneaking up on me."

"Ahhhh, we are a bit busy here....could you phone Mech and Bio about the issue," Cyclone asked.

"Why should we consider your fucking making you busy, instead of my one night stand making me the busy one?" Entrope asked.

By now Hyper had increased her pace lots. Her body control was supreme as she humped back in with a speed that would make a normal human lose balance quickly.

"Sorry, was not thinking...feels too good," Cyclone breathed out as Hyper humped back with ever increasing speed.

"If little Hyper cunt is so horny you maybe are to share her," Entrope suggested with dry tone in his voice.

"Nah, I..am not...ahhh...ohhh...into bondage. Maybe...handjob," Hyper responded as she kept driving her man to more and more excitement.

"Maybe I will take you up on the offer some day. But really, the girl I have bound in my room has just the right mindset. Knowing she waiting for me to return makes me so hot, I will have her screaming for hours before I might give her a release," Entrope responded.

"Juliana, wait a second, Martin, are you drunk or something?" Cyclone asked as he gripped Hyper's waist to keep her still. She made a complaining sound. "We can't have you taking liberties with some girl. You must be absolutely sure she is into it before you do anything."

"No worry boss. She knows the reputation about what I like and really picked me up because of that, " Entrope responded. "On the other hand I do actually feels a bit strange after picking up some really strange energies today, not general electricity, gravitation or anything like that but something more weird. I have already needed to discharge power two times today, it is most definitely something new."

"Unknown energies at large, sounds like something for the Knighthood to dig into," Cyclone said.

"Let us do that after the fucking is finished," Entrope said.

"Sounds great!" Hyper responded as dragged herself loose from Cyclone's fingers and then with inhuman speed directed his hard cock into her. Cyclone had no chance to resist as she finally humped back at him with full speed. Moving along his long shaft in such a rapid way that Cyclone collapsed against the bench he leaned on unable to do anything but experience pleasure.

"Weird energies at large, sounds like I better report back at the headquarters. They will most likely fuck each other into exhaustion and fall asleep," Fang thought and climbed down the emergency ladder. It did not seem likely she would learn much more from more eavesdropping.

* * *

"What is the most awkward superhero situation you have been in?" Eagle asked Firefly.

"What kind of question is that?" Firefly complained. "I thought we should just play some simple truth or dare to pass time."

"I think it is a fair question, you didn't want to do dare with Blade so I am entitled to ask you a question that you must answer truthfully," Eagle responded.

"I think we have the rules for the game wrong, You need to know the question before you know if you want to answer it" Firefly objected.

"What does it matter, we are just doing it to pass time. Answer his question now," Thundercloud said.

"I think the problem is that she finds it too embarrassing to tell about her most awkward superhero story," Blade commented with a smile on her lips.

"Easy for you participate, you who have no awkward memories due to your memory loss," Firefly shot back.

"It is okay Firefly, if you don't want to participate then you don't have to. Like Thunder said we are just doing this to pass the time," Eagle commented.

"Yea right, you mean I could keep silent and you perverted types would not imagine anything a thousand times worse than the truth. I will tell you the story of the Keynapper," Firefly said.

"Keynapper, what kind of villain name is that?" Thundercloud commented.

"A fitting name actually, not anything that interesting, but it made me feel awkward and that what was you asked for," Firefly said.

"It all begun half a year after I started my superhero career. One day when I come home to my normal apartment I found that my keys did not fit. The locksmith that came to solve the issue opened the door and inside I found a bunch of new keys to the door. Imagine trying to explain to him that I really had not forgotten about changing the lock on the door and that it really was my own apartment."

"Sounds a bit awkward, but I don't get how this connect to your superhero identity," Eagle commented.



"Well, the idea that somebody would exchange the lock as a prank did not really sound plausible so I started to research what the reason could be. The next day I found out that I was not alone, lots of young women had suffered the same weird experience. A local newspaper had actually coined the Keynapper as name for the person doing these weird lock exchanges," Firefly said.

"Could you figure out any connection between the victims of this evil mastermind?" Thundercloud wondered as he chuckled.

"The single thing connecting the victims was that we all were beautiful young woman. With the aid of the newspaper I visited one of the other women. It did not take me that long to find out that her whole apartment had been filled with spying cameras, the Keynapper was actually a voyeur," Firefly said.

"Could you track the signals being sent?" Eagle wondered.

"No, actually the Keynapper remotely shut down all transmission when he saw me finding the spy-cameras," Firefly responded. "At this point I was in a mess. For obvious reasons I could not appear as Firefly in my apartment without making it painfully obvious that there was a connection between Firefly and Sarah. The next idea I had was to find one of the hidden cameras as Sarah, but then I would need to call the police and they might find my superheroine gear if they searched for spy-cameras."

"Didn't you consider the Keynapper might have found your superhero gear when he placed the cameras?" Thundercloud asked.

"Actually I did, but I knew nobody had tripped my silent alarm so I deducted he had not stumbled over my superhero gear," Firefly replied. "Anyway I found no plausible way that I could get rid of the cameras without risking my identity. To make things worse, it was summer with massive heat over the city and I basically was walking around nude at home. The question if I could suddenly start to wear clothes at home without risking my secret identity literally drove me mad. In the end I decided I must act normal at home and as soon as possible to find the Keynapper before he got to use the pictures of me nude."

"Why didn't you simple pretend you were going away on a trip and found yourself a hotel to sleep in?" Eagle wondered.

"I did not really think about it," Firefly admitted as her cheeks blossomed red.

"Maybe you did actually like to pose for hidden cameras," Blade suggested.

"Did not!" Firefly exclaimed as her cheeks got even more red.

"If you say so," Blade responded with a wide smile on her lips.

"Anyway," Firefly said. "Those two days until I had got hold of the equipment to track the signals was horribly awkward. When I finally found the Keynapper he turned out to be a she. A middle aged woman that financed her living by selling her voyeur videos over the Internet. The videoclips of me doing stuff nude at home had actually been sold to hundreds of people on the Internet. I literally sold out my privacy to protect my secret identity."

"Okay, hands down I admit that experience must be awkward," Eagle said. "What about the changing of door locks? Why did the Keynapper do that?"

"I never got a clear answer on that," Firefly said. "Perhaps she only needed to do that to ease her conscious. Like those who did not react on the weird changing of locks deserved to have their privacy violated."

"I have seen similar," Thundercloud stated. "Some criminals really must leave some mark behind or provide some clue to what their master plan is. Often not very successful criminals if we are speaking objectively."

"Okay, my turn now," Firefly said. "Eagle, what is the deal about the girl Linda Stevens that phoned you this morning?"

"This truth or dare game is boring," Eagle answered.

"Stevens, was she named Stevens?" Jennifer wondered.

"Yes, I am sure she said Stevens. Sounds like a relative to you, your real name is Jennifer Stevens, right? Though I don't get why she would be calling Eagle instead of you," Firefly responded.

"She is a younger sister to Blade, just turned 16 years old," Eagle said, blushing deeply. "As for the matter why she is calling me, I suppose she wants to talk to me as a team leader. If I understood her correctly, she met Blade in a park on the same day as we recruited Blade to the team and she is worried about Blade joining our team. I of course declined to answer if Blade really is Jennifer Stevens."

"Met Linda, in a park! We were with the creep Patric that day and he ordered us to rape his classmate Linda," Jennifer realized with dread. She had literally forced herself on that girl.

"That was a marvelous fuck. She was reluctant, but turned out to be a one of a kind power source for us," the demon replied.

"We raped my sister because I did not know. If we ever meet I must explain the amnesia to her," Jennifer thought.

"What is the big deal? She loved it after a while and nothing taste as well as forbidden fruit. I think we should do it again," the demon thought.

"Hell no, rather better if we never have to explain it," Jennifer thought.

"You boring little prude," the demon thought.

Their mental conversation was interrupted as the door to the room opened and Fang entered in her werewolf form.

"Hello gang, the Knighthood of Peace is a strange superhero group," Fang said as she joined them by the table.

"Is this something you just figured out when you took a walk?" Eagle wondered.

"No, I figured it out after eavesdropping on their members Hyper and Cyclone. They pay the others salary and speak about some kind of secret plan related to us," Fang responded.

Before anyone could answer a bell started ringing.

"I should have told you about it, this new bell summons us to the briefing room so we don't have use to the speakers to tell what is happening," Eagle told the others.

"Point being?" Thundercloud wondered as they rushed through the base.

"The real point is that if the base is ever attacked by aliens or anything else the bell rings with double frequency. This let us know an attack is happening but does not explain to the intruders that we know the base is under attack or if we are just to assemble for a mission," Eagle explain.

"Good that you tell us about your secret signals," Firefly commented.

"I have had a lot on my mind," Eagle responded as they reached the briefing room.

The briefing room was empty, but when they entered, the screen at the end of the room lit up to reveal agent Anderson standing in some kind of computer hall with lots of flashing red lights. Behind him lots of scientists was busy working with computer terminals.

"Is the video link secure?" Anderson asked.

"Videostream using 256-bit encryption, but the integrity of the client system can not be determined. NSA servers give error codes indicating remote surveillance of client systems has failed for unknown reasons," the G.S.P. base AI responded.

"I suppose it is understandable considering the circumstances," Anderson commented. "Listen group, I have not yet made any evaluation of the situation but wanted your expertise as I look into the details."

"Are you in Area 51?" Thundercloud asked.

"Indeed, this is Area 51, not the section that deals with evidence about alien sightings but the one that is responsible for security among the users of superhero powers," Anderson responded.

"What about?" Thundercloud asked.

"Not any news for the moment, the system is down," Anderson responded.

"I think I got something," one of technicians behind Anderson suddenly shouted. Anderson turned to speak with him and the rest of the group looked at Thundercloud.

"What where you asking there?" Firefly wondered.

"A relative of mine is put in cryo-sleep in this section of Area 51," Thundercloud explained.

"Okay listen group," Anderson said. "It seems one of the technicians has found a video stream from when things went south here. It was manually scheduled to be transferred to a private account, but the system responsible to honor the request failed. We will put it on screen,"

The screen behind him lit up to show a man entering the computer hall. He went over to the computers and started typing.

"This is when he triggers the commands for transfer of the surveillance tape, it is David Kohl, employee here that works on the team that handles security," the technician explained.

When Kohl was done with entering commands he cleared the table to open a backpack he had carried with him. To everyone’s surprise he then continued with pulling down his trousers and expose his rock hard cock.

"Is he paid to do this at work?" Fang wondered.

"Most definitely not," Eagle responded.

On the video tape Kohl had continued with pulling on a condom and then started to fiddle with something from the backpack.

"Is that a used condom?" Thundercloud asked.

"He intend to apply the contents on the outside of his condom to implicate someone else is responsible for an upcoming rape," Firefly said.

When Kohl was done with the condoms he closed his clothes and picked up a small bottle from the backpack.

"Can anyone see letters on the bottle?" Eagle wondered.

"SPX9," Fang responded.

"Could it be some kind of experimental military drug?" Thundercloud asked.

Kohl had on screen continued to apply the contents of the bottle to cup of coffee from the coffee machine in the corner of the room. He placed it by a computer and sat down to pretend working. After a while a woman dressed in a business suit entered the room.

"That is Gwen Baker, newly appointed head of security for this section," the technician reported.

"I got you some coffee," David Kohl said and pointed at the cup.

"Getting me coffee? That is a new one" Gwen Baker said.

"I know you want it less hot than what the machine makes it and since I assumed you were on the way in so I thought why not," Kohl responded.

"A refreshing thing if you have gotten over the promotion going to me instead of you," Gwen commented as she sat down and started to sip on the coffee.

A frown appeared on her face as she studied the reports on the screens. Nervously she started to fiddle through screen after screen of information.

"Fang can you make out what she is reading?" Eagle wondered.

"Measurements and timestamps, I can not make any sense of it. Some systems seems to report error codes instead of values, not sure if that is expected," Fang answered.

It was clear that Gwen Baker was very worried about what she saw, unfortunately she never finished her examination before the drug in her coffee hit her and she collapsed in her chair. David Kohl did not care one bit about the screens as he put her barely conscious body on the table. With a grin on his lips he pulled her clothes open to expose her nude body. The defenseless woman lay there making weak attempts at movement.

"Not so superior now bitch that stole my promotion," he boasted as he dropped his own trousers. "The SPX9 that I feed you will induce total memory loss besides the current paralysis. You are a clever girl, of course you will suspect me. What else could you do when you find your panties gone and your pussy filled with semen. Oh, how I look forward to the mess when you accuse me of drugging you and raping you. There is just one catch, the semen will be from your brother and the SPX9 leaves no residues. How does it feel to know this, but also know you won't remember it?"

He chuckled in a sinister way as he slammed his hard cock into her pussy. With the semen it slipped inside, but the tremble that passed through the woman left little doubt that she was far from being ready for the intrusion. Both Thundercloud and Fang turned the eyes away from the screen as it replayed the rape. Jennifer and the others continued to look as the brutal rape continued.

"What is the point really. Not like she can give him any response in that state, he could just as well just jack off," Jennifer thought.

"Same kind of point as of higher demons that torture other demons. The point is that the victim can not dare to fight back, but must suffer the shame and the pain silently," the demon commented.

"I don't think the pervert is directly responsible, but the screens behind them indicate every subsystem is going haywire. The automated alarms have failed and the security team should manually put the base at code red at the point, since the whole computer system is failing," the technician said.

With a grunt of relief David Kohl came and froze inside her with a satisfied grin on his lips. He gazed on the screen with lazy eyes when his eyes was suddenly filled with recognition and fear.

Pulling out he ran towards a large red button on the wall. He never got there but instead collapsed on the floor clutching his breast cage in horrible agony.

"A heart attack at this moment, what is the likelihood really?" Eagle commented.

Thundercloud had frozen still, staring at the screen trembling.

"Technician, the cryo-engine has broken down, hasn't it?" Thundercloud asked.

"I just got a report," Anderson said. "It seem the cryo-section has been totally demolished. They are still trying to sort out the limbs to determine how many personal that died. It looks bad for your relatives chances to survival."

"You don't understand," Thundercloud responded. "Mernosh and her cursed Alpha-factor power may very well be the reason for the breakdown of the base."

"Mernosh? Who?" Blade asked.

"Wasn't your wife named Mernosh?" Eagle asked.

If anything more was said in the room after that Jennifer could not tell. All she could notice was Thunderclouds tired nod and how something died inside of her.

"I do really love him," she realized.

Jennifer pulled herself out of her bubble when everyone got upset about something on the screen. The screen did not show the Area 51 base anymore, but had changed into a CNN broadcast.

At the center of the screen there was Mech from the Knighthood of Peace hit by a massive shower of bullets. Her battlesuit took the damage without any visible damage and she then sent back an energy beam. The camera twisted to also view her target, an eight meter tall robot that levitated over the street as it was bashed backwards by Mech's energy beam. Behind the robot there was a street filled with destroyed cars and damage buildings.

"This is a live broadcast, why haven't the police called us?" Eagle asked.

There was no reply as the CNN broadcast continued to show how whole Manhattan was littered with these large combat robots that moved around and caused destruction.

"I heard the Knighthood earlier talking about Entrope detecting some weird power present in the air that they wanted to investigate, could this be it?" Fang wondered.

"Maybe we can ask them if we find them, obviously the Knighthood group is already out there and trying to deal with the problem," Eagle responded. "Computer AI, get me Morgan Pallarn at the city police."

"Connecting to New York Port Authority, please observe that there are unread email from Morgan Pallarn in the inbox of chief agent Anderson," the base AI reported.

"Put them on screen!" Thundercloud ordered.

"Unable to satisfy request, you are not authorized to view private communication of the management team," the base AI responded.

"Bloody piece of crap!" Firefly cursed.

"Detective Lieutenant Frank Clive answering from the office of Inspector Morgan Pallarn," a voice responded.

"Hello Detective Lieutenant, this is Eagle of the G.S.P. trying to get in contact with Morgan Pallarn the head of special investigations. What is the current situation, computer related trouble prevent us from seeing the previous communication sent to the G.S.P. base," Eagle said.

"Situation is that a large combat army of battle robots has been sent in to wreck destruction at Manhattan. The reason for the attack is currently unknown. The robots were deployed from some kind of flying battle fortress, located over battery park at the southern edge of Manhattan. The air force deployed two fighters to attack the fortress when it was approaching the city, but it had some kind of force shield that deflected the incoming missiles. The fighters were destroyed by massive ballistic response from the flying fortress. Inspector Pallarn felt that he needed to get closer than Jersey City and has set up a mobile headquarters inside the Lincoln tunnel. Before he left he told me to tell you he would not look kindly on you failing to respond when the large alien attack comes. Get your asses out there getting work done or you will be really sorry," officer Lieutenant Clive responded.

"Thank you Detective Lieutenant, now that we are aware of the crisis we are on it," Eagle said.

"Communication with New York Port Authority ended," the G.S.P. base AI responded.

"Computer give us a visual of the flying fortress," Eagle ordered.

The screen lit up to show a flying object over the lower end of Manhattan. It was not as large as they had expected, most of it consisted of metal scaffolding that surrounded the central spaceship in the middle. The middle was perhaps eight meters on the shortest side and twelve times twenty on the other sides. The whole spaceship and scaffolding was covered by a blue energy shield.

"Ah, I think the combat robots were attached to the metal bars, that is why they said it to be a large fortress. About one hundred of combat robots or so if my estimate is correct," Firefly noted.

"The enemy seems to have changed tactics. This is the first time we have seen one of their ships," Thundercloud said.

"This ain't right, we know the so called aliens are demons in truth. They don't come here by spaceships, right?" Jennifer thought.

"I can imagine the purpose of that transport, but it is very not of demonic origin. The shell of any demon construction always mimics the demon inside or else the magic of the demon is lessened," the demon responded.

"Guys, I wonder if that is the real thing. Don't you think that it look very much man made?" Jennifer asked.

"Are you serious? Have you ever seen anything similar? Is that not the very essence of alien technology?" Thundercloud countered.

"Actually, maybe I have seen something like it," Eagle mumbled. "Computer, perform remote scan of the flying object and cross reference with my personal data files."

"Performing remote scan, energy signature matched against stored profile and designated as match with profile known as Enigma," the computer responded.

"What does Enigma mean?" Fang wondered.

"Professor Enigma designed Eagle's high tech weapons," Thundercloud responded.

"Two alternatives exist, either the professor has been kidnapped by somebody or he is in truth some kind of evil mastermind in disguise," Firefly said.

"He must have been kidnapped, why would he else earlier have been working with the government to provide me with my gear," Eagle said.

"Like the government has any good record of discovering they are involved with evil geniuses, it's not like such deception has not happened numerous times before," Thundercloud said.

"Okay you have a point, but we need to get out there and work at destroying those combat robots before the Knighthood steals all our credibility," Eagle declared. "Those with combat potential to take out such combat robots is me, Firefly and Thundercloud. Enigma knows of Thundercloud's vulnerability to cold so we don't dare to split Firefly and Thundercloud. Fang do you think you can provide short range recon for them? I will provide support from the air, but I might need to use my air mobility to reach robots that are attacking critical objects in other locations."

"Why did he ignore us?" Jennifer wondered. The demon did not bother to reply but only growled in irritation.

"I won't function very well close to the cannons of the robots, but if I try to keep my distance it might work," Fang responded.

"Mindeye, your powers are mostly useless against the robots so I want you working on trying to determine the reason for the attack. Fang said the Knighthood heroes talked about some weird energy present in the city. That might possibly be a lead," Eagle ordered.

"What about me?" Jennifer asked. Eagle gave her a surprised glance.

"You are with Mindeye of course, it is not like you have any power that can take out such robots," Eagle replied.

"I have an energy blade in case you have forgotten, it will be more than able to cut the robots into pieces," Jennifer objected.

"Yea, I suppose it will after your healing factor allows you to survive the onslaught when you try to close in on the robot. You proved your close combat capabilities against the spider alien, but that does not change that I don't want to lose any heroes. Your power does not fit this mission that calls for ranged powers," Eagle answered.

Jennifer only glared at him in irritation. That he actually had a point made it even worse.

"Okay, move out!" Eagle ordered. The others departed and Jennifer and Mindeye remained after the others had left.

"So what to do now?" Jennifer asked.

"I was hoping you would have an idea, this task seem terribly vague. Investigating an unknown energy that has been mentioned by an unknown hero in a hostile superhero team is not much to work with. Shall we call Fang for more details," Mindeye said.

"Maybe, they will be quite busy getting ready to leave. Meanwhile, let us test something at least. Computer give a report of any unusual powers detected," Jennifer ordered.

"Unable to satisfy request, scanners operational but do not detect anything unusual besides vibrations possibly caused by combat robots," the base AI answered.

"Okay, instead scan newsfeeds and give us a visual feed of any Knighthood super heroes detected," Mindeye ordered.

"Not every Knighthood hero accounted for," the base AI responded. The computer screen lit to show Mech and Entrope battling combat robots.

Mech was making steady progress through the streets. Entrope on the other hand was covered in a green nimbus of energy and did make futile attempts to bash a combat robot with a pipe. Again and again the combat robot tried to blast Entrope that only absorbed the energy of the attack. Entrope just continued his useless attacks.

"He is supposed to blast enemies with the collected energy, right?" Mindeye asked.

"Yes, but he seems too drunk to remember. You don't think he might have absorbed some unknown energy," Jennifer replied.

"Seems likely," Mindeye agreed.

"How is this energy connected to the attacking robot army?" Jennifer asked.

"No idea, what if we visit him and I try to pick some details out of his mind. Even if he has resistance against psionic attacks I really doubt he is in any state to use his mental capabilities at the moment," Mindeye said.

* * *

They arrived at the battle scene where Entrope was battling the combat robot. Little had happened except a couple of more blocks had suffered damage as the combat robot continued to wreak havoc, by now the robot totally ignoring Entrope. Blade and Mindeye covered behind a car wreck as they tried to figure out what to do.

"Can you reach him from here?" Blade wondered.

"Psionic powers get lowered effectivity with distance, my mental probes are pushed aside. I need to get close before I can make any serious attempt. Touching distance is preferable," Mindeye responded.

The roar of the robots vulcan cannon was heard again when the robot obliterated yet another car. Both Mindeye and Blade covered instinctively.

"Could we heal the damage if the robot fired its vulcan cannon on us?" Jennifer wondered.

"With some effort it could be done. The damage would be massive, but we are fully loaded and it would just be bullet wounds," the demon responded.

"Are there no limits to healing? What if the vulcan cannon parts us in two parts?" Jennifer wondered.

"As long as the damage is not magical in nature we are only limited by available energy. I am positively sure we can at least once recover from any damage that construct can inflict on us. Actually repeated lesser injuries is a greater danger since each major healing uses a base upkeep of energy," the demon responded.

"Mindeye, I think I will try a dare. If I am quick I might rush in and grab Entrope without the robot noticing it. My healing power will take care of it if I screw up," Blade said.

"Wait, you can't be serious. That vulcan cannon demolishes cars with a single burst," Mindeye objected.

Blade ignored him and ran forward. The giant robot that hovered in front of them did not notice as she moved closer. Unfortunately Entrope saw her approaching.

"Sssspppyy, govement scuummm will lern noting!" Entrope screamed and threw his pipe in Blade's direction.

Blade dodged the pipe, but saw the robot turning in their direction. She had not anticipated the robot could turn so quickly, suddenly the gigantic vulcan cannon was pointed directly at her and she still had many meters to cover before she reached the robot.

"Dodge or this is going to really hurt!" the demon screamed mentally. Jennifer tried to dodge to left, the demon to dodge the right and they only managed to stumble.

Jennifer did not know what to do, time seemed to move slowly. Desperately she summoned the energy blade to try to use it to deflect the stream of bullets.

"No, converse the energy!" the demon objected.

The red energy blade had formed itself, but at the same time it was different. Its color changed into a brilliant white at the same time as the vulcan cannon started to spin. When the burst of bullets came they were deflected by a magic shield extending from the magical blade.

Jennifer did not pause to ponder what happened, but ran forward covering behind the brilliant shining shield. When she reached the robot it formed a defensive shield of its own, but it did not matter as Jennifer cut into it with her blade. The hue of her blade had again turned crimson as it with ease cleaved both the protective shield and the robot.

Three cuts later the huge battle robot had been destroyed and Blade paused to view the surroundings. No other combat robot was present. The magical shield that protected them had disappeared sometimes when Jennifer turned offensive. Jennifer dismissed the magical blade and returned to Mindeye and Entrope.

"What kind of magical shield was that?" the demon wondered.

"I thought you would be the one to know," Jennifer responded.

"No idea at all. It felt like you inverted the magical weave of the blade, but everything I have been taught says such thing is pure suicidal," the demon replied.

"Perhaps it is suicidal for a pure demon, but possible for something like us," Jennifer thought.

"Yet, how did you know how to invoke the power or that it would protect us?" the demon asked.

Jennifer had no reply so she remained silent.

"Handy energy shield you had there, something you forgot to mention or just a newly discovered power?" Mindeye wondered.

"Newly discovered, not sure how I did it," Blade replied.

"Okay, I am trying to connect to Entrope, but it’s really hard to find anything coherent inside his mind. The power he has absorbed is truly driving him crazy," Mindeye said.

"Would it be easier if we could get him to discharge the loaded power," Blade wondered.

"Surely it would, but we don't know what it is. How shall we know where to release the energy?" Mindeye wondered.

"Let's release it into the air," Blade suggested.

"We have no way to know if it will come tumbling down again or dissipate," Mindeye said.

"You misunderstood, I meant the burst to be aimed for the ship flying over Manhattan. Any energy that miss it will continue out over the ocean," Blade answered.

"Risky, but I like the idea. In case something bad happens the blame will be on Entrope that did not react when he absorbed dangerous energy," Mindeye said.

"Any need for us to clear it with the base?" Blade asked.

"Possibly, but in practice my judgment that Entrope in his drunken state might snap at any moment and release the energy in any direction is a pretty good reason to not wait for any approval but to act on the idea," Mindeye said.

"Let's do it then. We have clear sight from this street," Blade said.

"You direct his hand and I direct his mind," Mindeye said.

After a bit arrangement they were in a position and a brilliant shining green energy arc extended from Entrope's hand.

The effect when it hit the spaceship was spectacular. The blue energy shield collapsed and the whole ship rocked from a burst of internal explosions cracked the shell of the ship and made much of the metal scaffolding loosen and fall down. For a while it looked like the ship would start to spin without control, but finally the spaceship arranged itself and started to hover again.

"Eagle here, what is happening? Two combat robots here suddenly exploded for no reason at all," the communication unit transmitted.

"Blade here, Entrope hit the spaceship with the unknown energy that he has collected. This made large parts of the ship explode, I think that is what triggered the remote destruction of the robots," Blade responded.

"Just great, we have just started to decimate combat robots when Entrope wins the day by destroying the mothership," Eagle cursed. "Firefly place yourself ready to provide support fire as I approach the spaceships. With a bit of luck we can salvage some of G.S.P.'s reputation if we find the identity of the attacker."

"Thundercloud here, have you made any progress with finding the source of the energy? I have a very bad feeling about this," Thundercloud transmitted.

"Entrope is very resistant to mental probes, I have to struggle to gain much of anything. Mostly I get very explicit images of bondage sex memories," Mindeye said.

"This is agent Peterson at the base, you are not breaking any law here, are you?" was transmitted from the base.

"That is very much the problem. I am really reading only surface thoughts to not get us in legal problems, if I used brute force I would learn more but with his strong resistance against Psionics I think he would know afterwards," Mindeye responded.

"Blade here, Thundercloud could you please explain the reasons for your bad feelings?" Blade asked.

"It is how the spaceship exploded. It reminded me of what happened with the cryo-chamber at the Area 51 base. The reason that my wife was put into voluntary cryo-statis was that she could not control powers she got from project Alpha-factor. The powers randomly made technical equipment stop to function or to literally explode. Just like the spaceship exploded, but on a much lesser scale," Thundercloud responded.

"So your wife got into the cryo-chamber voluntary because her powers were out of control?" Mindeye wondered.

"We had a very long discussion about it. I wanted us to move to some desolate place with no technology that could be disrupted, but she really wanted to be a superhero. She preferred cryo-sleep until the day scientists found out a way for her to control her powers. She could not risk growing old before they developed a cure," Thundercloud responded.

"Has the scientists found such a way?" Blade wondered.

"They are by contract bound to keep me posted about any possible advances and the last idea they had was like six years ago, it did not function," Thundercloud answered.

"I have an idea," Fang transmitted. "I heard that Entrope had picked a superhero groupie as a one night stand. What if that is Thunderclouds wife? If she is the source of the energy that Entrope absorbed then that might possibly explain why he absorbed so much of it without realizing the danger."

"Is your wife into bondage?" Blade wondered.

"Not that I know about, but superhero groupie really sounds like her. I got her as a girl friend after that she had a crush on my superhero identity," Thundercloud transmitted.

"Good that you making progress, but we need a bit of radio silence. I am about to approach the spaceship," Eagle transmitted.

"Where does Entrope live? I suggest that we rendezvous there," Thundercloud transmitted.



"I am working at it, somewhere in Little Italy, but it might take a while to find out," Mindeye responded.

"Okay, let us travel there so we are ready when Mindeye finds out the address," Blade ordered.

The others responded affirmative and they ended the transmission.

* * *

Eagle slowly approached the flying spaceship uncertain how to proceed. Up close he could see that it had suffered massive damage, but what if some of the weapons still functioned?

With his great air speed he could dodge missiles or avoid slow moving vulcan cannons, but energy weapons traveled with the speed of light. Moving with greater speed would make it harder for energy weapons to aim for him, but he really wanted to talk with the one on the ship and great speed could be interpreted as an attack. Eagle settled for slow moving, but keeping a good look out for hostile activity.

"This is Eagle from the G.S.P." he announced. "Please communicate with me. All the combat robots have been destroyed and your main ship has been severely damaged. Is there really any point in continuing this useless attack?"

"How fitting that it would be you Eagle that comes here to negotiate. This is professor Enigma and I am not making any promises, but I am ready to listen," the voice of professor Enigma called out from the spaceship.

"Why Professor? Why this senseless destruction?" Eagle asked.

"There was a plan behind it with the goal to capture the great weapon that took out the area 51 base. Unfortunately I had underestimated the intensity of the weapon. I had not configured my shields to withstand such massive burst of power. The combat robots were sent out to flush the enemy out, but the enemy hit my ship instead," professor Enigma responded.

"Fair enough. I can understand your desire to know the secrets of the weapon, but why taking this destructive path? You were one of the good guys, why not just request to be involved with research on it?" Eagle asked.

"I, one of the good guys, of course I needed the government to think that so they would fund my research. That is why I needed a superhero with really useless powers that I could equip without any real risk if the hero understood the truth. Not that you ever understood anything," the professor taunted.

"You really have us all fooled, but I am baffled at your massive arrogance. How can you think it is safe to reveal your true colors in front of me, the leader of the government funded G.S.P?" Eagle asked.

"I could have remotely prevented you to fire your weapons against my robots, just as I now prevent you from firing at my ship. Please use your flight powers to try bash me down. Even better your costume really has more than a few Enigma circuits that I can use together with your weapons to remotely brainwash you," Enigma threatened.

Eagle froze as he heard his words and then squeezed the trigger of his miniature rocket launcher, nothing happened, the display of the weapon complained about incorrect target. At the same time a mind numbing buzz had started in the headgear of his mask.

"Authentic communication from the G.S.P. base and officer in command agent Peterson using full encryption," the G.S.P. communication unit transmitted.

"I give permission, blast the ship with lethal force!" agent Peterson ordered.

"I can't fire my weapons!" Eagle screamed back in anger.

Desperately he tried to get off his mask to escape the mind numbing buzz. Somehow his fingers failed to perform this simple duty, it was most definitely a side effect of the brainwashing attempt.

Suddenly he was rocked by a massive explosion, the spaceship had exploded without warning. The impact sent him flying away with a massive speed, but as a free floating object he took no real damage but was just dragged with the impact wave. To his relief the noise in his mask was gone.

Looking back towards the location of the spaceship he saw the remaining traces of Firefly's energy beam that had pierced the ship and made it explode.

"Firefly here, Enigma's spaceship is totally destroyed. If the professor really was on the ship he has been killed," Firefly transmitted.

"Good work there Firefly. Like we hoped Entrope's energy beam had taken out the defensive measures that protected against your powers," agent Peterson transmitted.

"Enigma spoke about a weapon from Area 51. It must be connected to the energy the others are investigating. Give me the address and I will move there to provide backup," Eagle transmitted.

"Negative, proceed to the location of Mindeye and have him investigate that Enigma did not manage to place any hidden triggers in your mind," agent Peterson sent back.

"Affirmative," Eagle acknowledged.

* * *

"Hester Street 52, thank you.