Story by the Sportsman
Written by Bernie

30, 000 feet above Arizona, 12:00 PM MST

Out of their flashy costumes and in civilian clothes, Val, Firefly and Sliced Ice relaxed in the padded leather seats of Val's Falcon 900 business jet.  The automatic pilot set the plane on a course for Denver.  Accompanying the trio were Sarah, Caitlin and Roxy, who sat in the seats opposite them.  A long ebony table divided the trios of girls, and a map of the Earth hung on the opposite wall.  This room was dubbed 'The Meeting Room' by Val, where she and her team would hold tactical discussions.  It was also the scene of many exhausting, hard nights, after which Val, Miranda and Kim felt the only way to relieve themselves was with a long, hot session of sordid sex.

A sad conversation came to a close as Roxy finished detailing the story of the recent losses in their lives.  Val, Miranda and Kim were all silent, while the girls wiped away tears and sniffles.  For a few minutes, only the rumbling of the engines filled their ears, all their mouths were shut in awkward silence.

"You girls, would you like a place to stay?  I have a large mansion with a lot of empty bedrooms." offered Val sympathetically, breaking the silence.

"Oh, we'd love to have you with us." said Kim in support of Val's offer.

"Absolutely," Miranda agreed.

"Thank you Val, I'd love to." Caitlin eagerly accepted.

"Me too." said Sarah.

"Yes, thank you Val." said Roxy.

Val smiled warmly and sighed with relief.  "Well, with that settled.  I guess I'll bring you up to speed.  This is the situation.  We're on a mission to find the Sarin nerve gas that the Condor Brigade stole from a U.S. Army weapons storage facility in Nevada.  They're led by a man named James Wellington."

"Wellington was a former Staff Sergeant in the U.S. Army's Special Forces section who served in Panama, Grenada, and Somalia on combat missions. He was also a specialist in guerilla warfare and urban warfare tactics." said Kim.

"During his military service, Wellington became angered by the incidents in Waco and Ruby Ridge and resigned from the army to create the Condor Brigade."  added Miranda.

Roxy smiled and nodded at Miranda, her mind lost in fantasy as she drank in Miranda's stunning beauty.  The tight blouse Miranda wore hugged her breasts snugly, and the material was thin enough that Roxy could see the outlines of her bra.  The teenage girl felt an intense attraction towards Miranda, and fantasies of primal lust began brewing in her mind.  She wondered how rapturous it would be to make love to her, to fasten her lips on Miranda's nipples and lips.  Roxy bit her lip and her hands clenched around the leather arms of her seat, her heart racing as the fantasies in her mind grew more intense.  She felt herself growing wet from her fantasy, until she snapped out of it and realized the importance of Val's speech.

"Why would Wellington steal the Sarin?" asked Sarah.

"I surmise the Condor Brigade plans to attack a federal facility, maybe an FBI headquarters building. We'll know more when we get there." said Val.  "You are all dismissed."

On Val's command, the women dispersed, most of them going to their seats to rest.  Miranda however went to the cockpit to continue the rest of the flight.  Perhaps in reaction to the heat that stewed in her loins, Roxy joined her.

"Hi Miranda." said Roxy shyly as she watched Miranda from the cockpit door.

"Hi Roxy." replied Miranda as she sat down and strapped herself into the pilot's chair.  "If you want to hang around with me up here, you'll have to buckle in."

"Okay."  Roxy said.  She then sat down and pulled her seat belt over her waist, and tried to lock it in place to no avail.  Miranda noticed Roxy's plight and turned to help her.

"It's like this." she said as she slid the buckle into the clasp and pulled on the belt so it wrapped snugly around Roxy's torso.  Roxy sat nervously in her seat as Miranda unintentionally ran her fingers over Roxy's breasts to adjust the belt.

"That good?" asked Miranda.

"Yeah." Roxy replied, her nipples beginning to harden.  Images of bondage began to fill the teen's mind, and the thought of Miranda making love to her while strapped to a chair stoked her flames of lust.

"So Roxy.  Umm...you told us how you lost your house and money, but there's more isn't there?"

"What makes you say that?"

"I had my life shattered too you know.  We're kind of kindred spirits I guess.  I can tell if something really horrible happened."

An awkward silence filling the room, bringing Miranda to question whether or not she had crossed her bounds.  Finally with a heavy sigh, Roxy answered her question.  "There was this guy I knew, we called him Grunge.  He sacrificed his life to save me from an I.O. Keeper who was going to shoot me in the back."

"Was Grunge your boyfriend?"

"No, not really.  But I guess sometimes I thought about it, becoming his girlfriend.  I mean, he clearly liked me.  And I guess I kind of liked him but I never did anything.  Now though, I keep thinking about it, and how stupid I was.  Now I'll never know what it would've been like."  Roxy began to sob as brief images of lost opportunities flashed through her mind.  "But now he's gone, and I never got a chance to tell him how I feel."

Miranda gazed silently at Roxy, who suddenly lost it and cried into her hands.  Miranda wasn't sure how she could comfort her, and only said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Roxy sniffed as she wiped away her tears.  "Sorry to blubber like that on ya.  So, umm...how about telling me about your life?"

"Well, I used to be part of a group called Vor-Tech, the Undercover Conversion Squad.  It's where I got my nickname, Firefly.  I was recruited to stop this group called the Bio-Mechs, and we did it.  After that though, we broke the group up and things went into a slump for me until Val walked into my life."

The hours passed quickly as their conversation continued.  Both women shared their lives with each other in explicit detail, forming a special friendship that both of them knew had the potential to withstand the tests of time.

******

Stapleton International Airport, Denver, 1:45 PM MST

Miranda landed the plane expertly, and humbly accepted accolades from her comrades about her flying skills.  After setting the plane into a hangar that Val had rented, the group gathered their gear and placed it in the back of a 2000 Dodge Ram 1500 4x4 pickup.  A camper top and extra cab were among many extra features Val had requested at the last minute, for the newly added team members.  Val stepped into the driver's seat and drove off, unaware their actions were being watched by two men in a Jeep Wrangler parked in the airport parking lot.

"Valentina Wesson and her friends have arrived." the driver said into a walkie-talkie.

James Wellington's deep voice crackled on the other end.  "Excellent.  Take them out."

"Yes sir." the driver acknowledged before signing off.  He twisted a knob on the walkie-talkie to switch to an alternate frequency, putting him in contact with the other members of his hit team, who sat in two other vehicles nearby.

"Move out." ordered the driver.  The Jeep Wrangler drove out of the parking lot, followed by two sedans, one Chevy and one Ford.

******

10 minutes later

"What is it Val?" asked Kim as she noticed Val's eyes begin to narrow in suspicion.

"There's someone following us.  See that Jeep Wrangler speeding up behind me?" she replied, her eyes locked on the vehicle as it increased its speed and pulled alongside them.  In her peripheral, Val saw the Jeep's passenger pull out a shotgun.

"Hang on!!" Val warned before she slammed on the brakes.  Val's Dodge Ram screeched and quickly lost speed while the Jeep shot forward, causing the shotgun blast to miss.  Val pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out a Desert Eagle .357 magnum automatic pistol from her shoulder holster and dove behind the car for cover.

"Get out now!  Behind the car!!" Val barked to her friends, who piled out quickly just as the Chevy and Ford pulled up beside the Jeep.

Val popped up from behind the car and emptied her clip into the Chevy while Miranda pulled out her own firearm and fired at the Ford in a diving jump with her arms extended.  Both cars fell silent before any of the passengers were able to escape, rolling away the last of their velocity before harmlessly coming to halts far off the road's shoulder.  The Jeep's passengers ran screaming with guns blazing to avenge their fallen comrades.  Roxy extended her arm towards the gunmen and focused her gravity altering powers, making them fall helplessly to the ground.  Caitlin and Kim ran out and disarmed the men before knocking them unconscious with swift punches to the face.

******

98th Precinct, Downtown Denver, 2:15 PM MST

"We're currently investigated the Condor Brigade, and their possession of a possibly dangerous chemical substance."  Val stated, sitting at the interrogation table with dwindling patience.  She was nervous that her vague testimony did not sound accurate enough, and that more details would be demanded.  The true details were something Val did not want to reveal just yet, for fear of having the story leak out and cause a panic.

Detective Steve LaVey replied.  "Well ladies, I think that it would be best if we put you in a special safehouse.  For your own protection."

Val forced her sigh of relief to a mere breath.  He seemed to have bought the story.  "That's very generous of you sir.  We accept."

******

Thirty minutes later

LaVey's sedan and Val's pickup pulled into a mansion 5 miles outside the city limits.  As the passengers piled out of their vehicles, LaVey began talking.

"This house used to belong to a money launderer for the Mafia, but then it was seized by the federal government for back taxes and auctioned off.  We ended up buying it."

Val surveyed the house briefly and nodded her head in approval.  "Thanks a lot LaVey.  We appreciate it."  The rest of Val's entourage expressed their approval with nods and thanks.  They all went inside and their feelings of approval blossomed.  A large, spacious foyer greeted them with a skylight high above.  A spiral staircase led upstairs while halls branched out in all directions on the main floor, leading to a seemingly endless series of rooms.

LaVey led the women around on a brief tour, amused at the way their heads continually turned in awe as they discovered a new feature about the enormous house.  "You've got six bedrooms, four bathrooms, enormous kitchen, gym, pool, the works.  Just lay low for a while and don't worry about the bill, we're paying for it."

The tour ended with the group heading back to the main foyer.  "I've got to go back to the station." said LaVey.  "You take care."  After he left, the six women began talking excitedly.

"This is incredible!" exclaimed Caitlin, sentiments that Roxy and Sarah shared.

"Yes, it is nice." Val admitted, her tone much more restrained than Caitlin's.  Since her own home was of similar size to this one, her emotions about the house were strictly admiration rather than awe.

"So, umm...six bedrooms." Roxy said.  "I guess it's one to each of us?"

"Me and Kim will share one." Val said, putting an arm around Kim.

Roxy was surprised by Val's statement.  "Oh, you two are..."

"Yes.  Is there a problem with that?" Kim asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Absolutely not.  I mean, Sarah is...I mean...oh shit."  Roxy bowed her head in embarrassment.

Val couldn't help but laugh.  "It's okay Roxy.  But, me and Kim will share a room, the rest of you can do whatever you want."

******

Small farm outside Denver, CO, 2:50 PM MST

The news program's logo faded back onto the screen, and the announcer needlessly announced the news's return from a commercial break.  An attractive blond woman came into view.  "In our top story tonight, international adventurer Valentina Wesson was the subject of a failed assassination attempt.  Wesson and a group of friends were driving--"

The TV was suddenly turned off by one of the soldiers, who squeezed the remote angrily.  The other soldiers turned to him and based on the intensity of his angry expression decided it would be best not to agitate him further.  Nonetheless, arguing began to ensue between the soldiers, expressing their frustration over Wesson's survival and the loss of many of their men.

"That's enough." a voice suddenly came from behind.  All the soldiers were silenced instantly as if their vocal cords suddenly went dead.  They turned and saw him, James Wellington, standing in the doorway, the look on his face a mixture of impatience and resignation.  They all stood up at attention, and continued standing rigidly until Wellington signaled with his hand his blessing for them to lay back down.

"Settle down." Wellington calmly ordered.  "I have a friend who will find out where Ms. Wesson and her friends are hiding.  Once that's done, we can crush her and her little group.  It will be especially easy now that we have the special equipment from our friend in Virginia."  Suddenly, the cell phone dangling off his belt began to ring.  James answered it, listened to the voice on the other end and mumbled a sound of acknowledgment.  A few more seconds passed, and then James thanked the caller and hung up.  He then turned to his soldiers, the expression on his face betraying his satisfaction.

"My contact in the police department came through.  We've found them, and I have a plan to deal with them."

******

The safehouse, 6:00 PM MST

The phone in the mansion rang suddenly, its screech echoing through the vast halls.  The ladies were gathered in the dining room, discussing strategies when the ring began.  Kim walked to the next room and picked up the cordless.  "Hello?" she said into the receiver.

"Valentina Wesson please."

Immediately suspicious, Kim covered the phone with her hand and walked back to the dining room.  She whispered into Val's ear about the the caller asking her by name, and about her suspicions.  Val nodded and took the phone.  "Valentina Wesson here."

"I have information about the Condor Brigade's master plan."

"Really?"

"You'll have to meet me to get it though.  I'm in danger of giving myself away if I just tell you."

"Who are you?"

"Someone on the inside.  Please meet me someplace and I'll tell you all I know."

"All right.  Let's talk."

******

The farm outside Denver

"Val will show up at the meeting place, sir." said the soldier as he hung up the phone.

A wicked smile slowly formed across James Wellington's face as he heard the news.  "Excellent." he said.  "Now we can deal with Valentina Wesson and her friends.  Once that's done, nothing can stand in our way."

******

The safehouse

Everyone in the room watched carefully as Val talked for a few minutes on the phone, and then abruptly hung up.  She turned and faced her friends to explain her conversation.  "Okay everyone, I just go a phone call from a man who claims to have had information about the Condor Brigade's master plan.  I agreed to follow up on it by going to a location he specified."  Val paused for a moment when she briefly noticed the flashes of concern on everyone's faces.  "Now before you say it, I know, it might be a trap.  But this is the best lead we've had yet, and I want to at least try it.  Kim, I'm taking you with me."

"I want to go too." said Caitlin.

"Me too." agreed Sarah.

"Alright then.  Roxy, Miranda.  You two stay here to man, I mean guard the safehouse."

Kim activated her communicator's transformation feature to turn into Sliced Ice, the high-tech armor sliding over her body like a second skin while the black flying surfboard folded out.  Fairchild and Rainmaker activated their flash suits, turning their civilian clothing into their costumes.  Caitlin wore a green, skin-tight body suit that left her long legs bare and her pelvis covered in a thong, while Rainmaker wore a red and blue body suit with Native-American style fringes on her boots, and metal bracelets on her wrists that generated lightning.  After saying goodbye to Miranda and Roxy, Val, Fairchild and Rainmaker pile into Val's Dodge and drive off.  Sliced Ice followed close behind on her flying surfboard.

******

Ten minutes later

Roxy tossed and turned, sweat glistening over her naked body and her beautiful face marred with discomfort as she slept.  A nightmare thrashed through her brain, the same one she experienced frequently since leaving Florida with Sarah and Caitlin.

The Keepers from I.O. were attacking their Florida compound. Lynch, Burnout, and Alex Fairchild had died in the first 7 minutes of the attack. Grunge and the girls were hanging on.

In the heat of battle, Grunge saw a Keeper about to shoot Roxy in the back. Grunge deliberately stepped into the path of the blast, screaming at its impact. Roxy turned around and saw what happened.  After seeing the Keeper with his weapon raised, she realized what he tried to do and that Grunge prevented it.  The Keeper laughs at Grunge's misfortune.

"Stupid son of a bitch!" the soldier laughed as he aimed his gun at Roxy.

Roxy snarled as his comments stabbed into her heart.  She used her gravity to power to bring him crashing to the ground.  The Keeper lied on the ground, struggling to get up, but the weight was intense on his body, and began to intensify on his head.  Roxy clenched her fist as she focused her energies, and brought her hand down in a swooping motion, using her powers to crack the Keeper's skull.

After the Keeper stopped twitching and his lifeless form laid motionless in a bloody heap, she ran to Grunge's side.

"Roxy..." he wheezed.

"Grunge.  Hold on...please."

"No.  It's too late.  Go on with your life.  It's okay.  What we had was fun while it lasted."  Grunge thought his last remark was amusing enough that he managed to crack a faint smile before his heart stopped.

"Grunge.  Wake up." Roxy ordered, but his face simply stared blankly back at her.  "Grunge?!  Grunge??!!!!  NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Roxy screamed, sobbing against his chest.

Roxy woke up with a start, bolting up with a loud gasp, her heart pounding out of her chest.  She gasped desperately to fill her lungs, and after a few moments she got out of bed, and placed a short silk robe over her slender form to go to the kitchen.  As she opened the door to her bedroom, she noticed Miranda walking through the hall and carrying a new set of clothes in her arms.  Roxy followed her out of a strong allure to the bathroom and peeked through a crack in the doorway.  She watched intently as Miranda takes off her robe, revealing her shapely figure.  Miranda stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind her.  After twisting the shower on, Miranda began to lather herself up, scrubbing her arms and legs.  Due to the translucence of the shower curtain, Roxy could still see Miranda's voluptuous body.

Pure lust guiding her actions, Roxy disrobed, sneaked into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain.

"Roxy!" gasped Miranda, who bashfully covered her breasts and crotch with her arms.

"I...uh..." stuttered Roxy, who suddenly realized what she had done.  Her eyes remained fixated on Miranda's soapy form, and Roxy felt her pussy burn out of lust.  "Uhh...may I join you in there?  I could uh...take care of those hard to reach spots."  Roxy blushed with embarrassment as she blurted out such a demand.

Miranda was surprised at the nature of Roxy's request, but found it appealing in a strange way.  "Okay." she consented, stepping aside to accommodate Roxy.

Roxy stepped in and used the soap to clean Miranda's smooth back.  Miranda smiled and arched her back slightly to allow Roxy better access.  Roxy felt her nervousness melt away with every passing moment.  Miranda's cooperation and enjoyment of her company contributed to the girl's peace.  After finishing with lathering Miranda's back, Roxy filled her palm with shampoo and began washing Miranda's hair.  Miranda moaned softly, Roxy's fingers were gentle and soothing against her scalp.  Slim feminine fingers weaved together as Miranda began rubbing her scalp in unison with Roxy, their hands soon clasped tightly together.  Roxy moved herself closer to Miranda, her breasts beginning to rub against Miranda's back.  Miranda could feel Roxy's hard nipples slide against her, arousing her greatly.  After rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, Miranda slowly turned herself around and faced Roxy.  Miranda saw the shock and need in Roxy's face and posture.  Roxy's eyes locked onto Miranda's dripping tits, and her mouth drooled slightly with licentious hunger.

Miranda gently pressed Roxy against the far wall of the shower and flanked the girl's sides with her arms and legs.  Roxy stood panting, her body flushed with heat and excitement, her cunt dribbling slightly with honey.  Miranda reached forward and kissed Roxy tentatively on the lips, just to make sure she had not misread the girl's feelings.  Roxy moaned loudly, and Miranda could feel Roxy's tension ooze out of her system.  Miranda kissed Roxy a bit harder, and probed the girl's mouth with her tongue.  Roxy embraced Miranda's slender waist and returned the kiss feverishly, sucking on Miranda's slimy probe.  Miranda cupped Roxy's buxom tits and squeezed them, eliciting louder groans from Roxy's panting mouth.  Roxy's cunt slid against Miranda's smooth thigh, leaving a trail of honey.  Miranda embraced Roxy's torso, their tits pressing against each other while their slow kiss had turned into a relentless, gasping french.  Gripping Miranda's head, Roxy pulled her against her lips, tossing her head back as Miranda slid her tongue down the girl's neck.  Roxy thrust her breasts outward in an offering to Miranda's tongue, moaning as she felt Miranda lick her nipple.

Licking the tender undersides of Roxy's dripping tits, Miranda knelt before Roxy, her eyes shut in ecstasy.  Miranda tentatively licked Roxy's juicy snatch, causing Roxy to groan loudly.  Miranda fastened her lips around Roxy's labia and suckled on them, plunging her tongue wetly into Roxy's wet vagina.  Roxy pumped with her hips, groaning endlessly as she felt her loins blaze with molten lust.

A gush of honey escaped from Roxy's void as she orgasmed, her passion further stoked by Miranda's continuing sucking motions on her womanhood as she fed upon Roxy's delicious honey.  After finishing, Miranda stood back up to kiss Roxy on her panting lips, sharing a mouthful of hot love juices with her lover.

"Miranda, I love you." moaned Roxy.

"I love you too, Roxy." whispered Miranda.

******

A little over half an hour later, Miranda and Roxy walked out of the bathroom, holding hands and still naked.  They went to Roxy's room and Roxy watched as Miranda put on the clothes she had taken with her into the bathroom.  Black pants fit snugly over Miranda's legs over her white panties while a white bra and blue blouse covered her torso.  Afterwards, Roxy put on some new clothes of her own, a cropped yellow t-shirt and blue jeans.  The two women then hugged each other and kissed gently on the lips, talking only between kisses.

"We should go on a date after the mission is over." suggested Miranda.

"Yes.  I'd like that.  Anything in mind?"

"I don't know, a little dinner, dancing, a lot of sex." Miranda smirked.

"Being honest with me.  I like that."

Suddenly a loud crash shattered their moment of serenity.

"What was that?" Roxy asked fearfully.

"Someone has broken into the house." Miranda replied warily.  She cursed herself silently for not having her gun.  "Come on."

The two women rush to the living room to see four armed men.  Roxy gasped as she recognized the armor and weapons, they were Keepers of I.O.

The ensuing fight was brief.  The Keepers outnumbered them and caught them off guard.  Roxy was able to repel her attackers with her gravity powers, but Miranda became overpowered quickly as one of the Keepers grabbed her from behind while the other punched her repeatedly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her..

"Surrender." Miranda's captor said as he pulled a gun to her head.  "Or she gets killed."

"Oh God Miranda!" Roxy gasped, stopping her attack on the two other Keepers.

"Don't do it Roxy!  Run!  Run!" Miranda screamed before her other guard bludgeoned her on the back of the head with his rifle.  She fell unconscious and limp within her captor's grip.

"Last chance." the Keeper said, further grinding his gun into Miranda's head.

"Stop!  I'll come with you." Roxy said without hesitation, extending her arms in surrender.  "Just don't hurt Miranda."

Without answering, the leader of the Keepers clasped a set of heavy handcuffs that neutralized Roxy's powers on Roxy's slender wrists.  Roxy looked up solemnly and suddenly felt a massive blow to the back of her head.  Her vision became fuzzy and dark, until she felt herself crashing to the floor where her vision and hearing shut down completely.

As two Keepers slung Roxy and Miranda over their shoulders like sacks, a man entered the kicked-out doorway of the house.

"Take the two women back to Wellington." Det. Steve LaVey ordered.  "We can use them as bait if the other team fails."

******

Industrial District, Denver, CO, 6:30 PM MST

Valentina Wesson pulled her pickup into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse for the meeting with the mystery informant.  Sliced Ice landed her surfboard beside the truck as Val, Fairchild, and Rainmaker pile out of the vehicle.  They scanned the area carefully, their bodies in fighting poses and a healthy dose of caution in the minds.  Their caution proves to be founded as an eight-man hit team burst from the windows of the warehouse.  They were dressed in the armor and carrying the weaponry that Sarah and Caitlin recognized as that belonging to the Keepers of I.O.

The four women reacted quickly.  Val brought out a magnum from her holster while Sliced Ice flew up with her surfboard and readied her freeze ray.  Fairchild took out the men that burst through the first story windows with her strength and speed and Sarah created immense winds and lightning to defeat her opponents.  The fight was brief, as the terrorists were overwhelmed and unprepared for Val's group.  Few of them expected to see a group of four, and almost none of them knew of their true strength.

After the last man had fallen, the women gathered together and surveyed the damage.  After making sure it was quiet, Val walked up to the nearest fallen man and pulled off his helmet.

"I know this man." Val observed as she stared at the unconscious man's face.  "I've seen him on wanted posters.  He's a member of the Condor Brigade."

"But how would the Condor Brigade be able to obtain I.O. weaponry?" Caitlin asked.

"Oh God." Val gasped as a realization hit her.  "The call may have been a decoy to lure us away from the safehouse.  Miranda and Roxy!"

******

The safehouse

Val's car pulled back up to the safehouse driveway and as they piled out, Val immediately noticed the front door to their safehouse was kicked in, leaving the doorframe in splinters.  Val extended her arm out to her friends as a warning while she slowly pulled out her automatic.  Val led the way inside, her eyes and ears alert for any sings of danger.  The house was a mess, with clear signs of a struggle.  It didn't take long for the women to guess what had happened.

"Oh Roxy." whispered Caitlin, who buried her face in her hands.  Sarah, who felt equal concern for Roxy's well-being, embraced Caitlin in an effort to comfort both Caitlin and herself.

"What do we do next Val?" asked Sliced Ice solemnly.

"We wait." replied Val.

"What?  Are you sure?"

"I'm positive.  Brigade is going to make the next move, we have to be prepared for it."

TO BE CONTINUED