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From: Echo <Echo@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Agents of TNA" by Echo (FF, Superhero)
Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 01:10:03 -0400
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This is entirely a work of fiction.  No characters within
are based on any person living or dead (with the exception
of Lord Shon who is only a nym, after all).  

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Agents of TNA by echo (c) 2000


     Fiona Wentworth hung up the phone.  The words 'an offer 
you can't refuse' ringing in her ears.  She grimaced.  Those 
words so rarely referred to anything remotely desired they 
should be stricken from the language, she thought.
     Fiona pushed back the recliner and held the a coldpack to 
her forehead.  Her dark blue eyes were wide open staring in 
anger.  How could he have known?  How could he know who she was 
and who she had been and what she had done?  She snorted in 
disgust, and how could she have been so stupid?  'Youth' was not 
a satisfactory answer to that final question.
     One always paid for stupidity, even if the deed had been in 
the distant past--which it was in this case.  Someone always knew
and someone else always wanted to know and was willing to pay for 
such information.  It had always worked like that and always 
would.
     Now someone had found out and that someone also knew who she
was . . . who she really was.  And an offer had been made.  An 
offer she couldn't refuse.  Well, of course she could refuse. 
That option was always open.  The idea of blackmail had always
galled her.  The idea of the loss of her good reputation galled
her even more and even as she considered turning the man down,
she knew in her heart that she would give in.
     "Damn, damn, damn," she whispered.  The coldpack was 
removed from her head and she pulled the recliner back upright.
Fiona Wentworth of 'The Wentworths' stood and shook out her long
blonde hair.  It cascaded down over her shoulders like a cloud,
full and thick.  In the dim light of her penthouse suite
she moved to the one locked and barred room--the one which could
only be accessed by her palm-print.  She placed her palm against
the plate and the door clicked open.
     Inside she undressed.  Medium tall and lithe, she moved like
a cat.  Her breasts were firm and high, not large though quite
large enough for any man who was a real man, one with class.  She
could captivate with her body, she knew and she had used her body
to her advantage in many situations.  This time, though, it would
do no good.
     Fiona opened the closet and pulled out her costume.  A nice
cat-suit, dark grey with blue sapphires on the black belt.  She
looked at it approvingly then slipped it on.  It was almost like
a second skin to her and, wearing it, she felt excitement shoot
through her.  Was that all it took?  A suit and the knowledge of
danger to come?  She pulled the black mask out of the cleverly
concealed pocket and covered her eyes and nose with it.  Special
adherents bonded it to her skin so it wouldn't come off in a 
casual fight.  Her flat soled boots, also black, came next.
     There.  She was done.  Fiona Wentworth was no more.  In her
place stood 'Sapphire'.  Her blue eyes glinted of steel and
she made her way to the special elevator which took her down to 
the sub-basement of her building.  
     In the sub-basement there was a disguised door, another 
which opened only to her palmprint.  She slipped through and
into the subway access tunnel.  That tunnel had been long 
abandoned, but she had found good use for it.  A small electric
cart sat ready for her use and she climbed aboard and headed for
the 6th Street exit.
     She slipped up the stairway and onto the corner of Sixth
and Augustus.  The warm evening breeze was fresh and welcome to
her.  She breathed in deeply then held.  There was a furtive 
movement across the way.  She slipped a little more deeply into
the shadows.
     A trap.  That was the first thing on her mind.  The call
which had brought her here stank of blackmail.  That, however,
could be merely a diversion.  There were those who would have
Sapphire killed with no remorse.  She had made enemies.  Even
The Organization was said to be angry with her for interfering
in the Dark Damsel caper.
     The figure across the street slipped from the shadow of one
building to the next.  It was a woman, dark against a dark 
background, heading for a vantage point which would give her a
great view of the door through which she, Sapphire, must go in
order to meet the mysterious one who signed the e-mail "LS". 
     Next to the old building to which she had been directed was
an empty lot.  The female would have to cross in front of it
in order to get to 2904 Sixth.  There was the roar of a bus
which stopped at the corner of Sixth and Augustus, waiting for
the light to change.  That put it between her and the skulking
woman.  As the bus went forward, so did Sapphire.  It would
block the skulker's vision.  
     Sapphire kept running even after she'd crossed the street.
She ran until she reached the alley, then slipped down it, behind
2904 Sixth.  If her recon of the area earlier in the day still
held, there would be still be a dumpster just around the corner.
A quick rush and she'd be there.  Along the side of the seedy
building was the door through which she was supposed to go. 
Sapphire took a deep breath and then moved--fast.
     The woman came from out of nowhere and nailed her, shoulder
to shoulder.  They both went down, then came up ready for the
fight.
     Her opponent was fast, very fast.  Then she was very 
surprised as Fiona blocked a strike which should have come from
out of nowhere.  Fiona countered and her opponent went down
again.  She was, however, unable to take advantage of it for
she had to jump back to avoid the leg sweep.  This one was good,
almost too good.
    Both women were breathing heavily now as they slowly circled.
Fiona knew she was outclassed . . . would have been outclassed
were it not for her special reflexes.  Even so . . . She feinted
and the other fell for it as Fiona knew she would.  A strike!
    "Umph!"  Fiona hadn't seen it coming, hadn't felt it coming!
She doubled over and threw her body against the first opponent
who had been able to get through her guard by stealth rather 
than through brute force.  They fell together.
     This fighter had nice curves, Fiona thought as she held on
to the stronger woman.  She smelled good, too.  "Irrelevant,"
she muttered out loud, not realizing that she had done so.
     "What's irrelevant?" gasped her opponent, as she began
to get the upper hand.
     "That I like your body," Fiona gasped back, shoving hard
against her surprised foe.  The dark-haired woman fell back out
of the shadow and into the dim glow of the far-away street lamp.
     "Dark Damsel!"  There was no disguising her utter surprise.
Why would Dark Damsel attack her?
     "You didn't know who you were ambushing?"  The scorn dripped
off of the Damsel's lips.
     "You attacked me!" countered Fiona.  She slowly relaxed as
she sensed no real danger from the Hub City's Dark Angel.  A
certain wariness, yes, but nothing which would send another
fist or foot her way.
     "Come out where I can see you . . . Sapphire?"  It was the
Damsel's turn to sound surprised.  "I hear I owe you one," she
said calmly as her breathing returned to normal.  "So, I'll 
give you a chance to explain."
     Sapphire, meanwhile, was studying the Damsel's body.  This
one was simply luscious.  "Uh, oh, I received an phone call directing
me here.  It came to an number that no one should have been able
to connect to me.  It proposed 'an offer you can't refuse'."  She 
saw the Damsel tense then relax.
     "I received an e-mail."
     "From 'LS'," they said together.
     "TNA?" Sapphire asked.
     "TNA," Dark Damsel confirmed.
     Fiona went cold inside.  "Someone has some heavy duty 
explaining to do.  Suite 104?"
     "That's right.  Suppose we check out this 'LS'.  Right now
I'm more than a little upset."  
     "Agreed."  Fiona held out her hand which Dark Damsel took.
Taking advantage of the moment, Fiona pulled sharply and brought
the Damsel into her arms.  A quick kiss, then she let go.
     The Damsel stepped back and Fiona had the sinking feeling
that she'd spoiled the possibilities by hurrying.  Dark Damsel
considered her for a long moment.  "I understand you helped me
in my recent difficulties."  Fiona nodded.  "The others who 
helped attended a little thank-you party.  You missed out.  Like
I said, I owe you one . . . after we get through with 'LS'."
     A broad smile came to Sapphire's face.  She'd been right
about the Damsel.  Sometimes it didn't hurt to let others know
what you wanted.  That way you sometimes got it.  Together, the
two women slipped in the back entrance to 2904 6th and made their
way to Suite 104.  The door was open.
     "Come in Ladies".  The voice was being electronically 
disguised.
     Carefully, the two crime-fighters entered the room.  There
was no one to be seen.
     "So, what is this offer I won't be able to refuse?" Fiona
spoke to the empty air.  She was not surprised when the altered
voice answered her.
     "You are a crime-fighter.  I'm offering you the chance to
interact with others, to have access to a database which will
aid you in your efforts.  In short, to become an agent of TNA.
Back-up will be available, should you desire it.  New 
technologies will be offered to you before the general public
even knows about them."
     "I've done some research.  I've heard about your little
organization, but you are keeping deep in the shadows, my friend,"
Dark Damsel stated.  "Why should we believe you?"
     "Why should you disbelieve?  What I'm doing is what needs to
be done.  You are getting a forum from which you will be able to
get your message out.  There are others like you out there, fighting
lonely battles against the forces of evil.  Why fight alone when you
can be among friends . . . even if only through cyberspace?"
     "Assuming we take you up on your little offer, what will we
have to do differently?" Fiona wanted to know.  "And assuming
we don't accept this offer 'we can't refuse,' what then?"
     There was an amused laugh.  "In the first case: nothing.
We'll just be there if you need us.  In the latter case: 
nothing.  We want only those who want us."
     It was the gentle, amused laugh which did it.  Fiona 
decided she could trust this man, whoever he was.  Dark Damsel
wasn't so sure, she could see.  If the stories were right, she'd
been betrayed before.  Fiona reached out and pinched at her
left nipple.
     The Damsel batted her hand away.
     "Come on Damsie, let's play it out."  Fiona put on her
most winning smile.  He eyes twinkled with mischief, then her
face went stiff.  "Look!"
     The Damsel spun around and Fiona pinched her bottom.  It
was such a nice bottom to pinch.  Quickly she backed up two
steps to avoid the heavy swat which should have caught her, but
didn't.
     Finally the Damsel smiled wearily.  "Okay, LS, whoever you
are.  We're in for the moment.  But if we ever find out you've
lied to us," she paused for a moment and her face went grim, 
"we'll take you apart, piece by piece."
     "Deal!  By the way, you can call me Lord Shon.  And welcome,
it is to both of you.  Consider yourselves Agents of TNA!  We'll
be in touch."  There was a click and the voice was gone.
     "Time to play, Damsie!"  Fiona rubbed up against the Damsel
who rolled her eyes towards heaven.
     "Come with me," she ordered, pulling on Sapphire's wrist.
     "Love to," Fiona replied lasciviously.
     It was just wonderful, sitting behind the Damsel on her
motorcycle.  The Damsel's hands were engaged with the steering
of the bike, which left her own hands free to roam where they 
would and do as they pleased . . . and there were lovely places
to roam and pleasant things to do.  The Damsel's admonitions to 
stop were half-hearted, Fiona thought.  Didn't matter anyway, no 
way in hell she was going to let this opportunity go.
     Finally they were there and the Damsel turned the key
muting the bike.  She then grabbed Sapphire's arm again and 
hustled her into the living quarters of her hide-away.  "You
deserve a spanking, young woman, and I think that's just what
you are going to get!"
     "Oooh, kinky!"  Fiona looked around the pleasantly
furnished room.  She moved around then took up a pose bending 
over a chair back.  "Should I be like this?" she asked, looking 
innocently over her shoulder at Dark Damsel.  "Or would you prefer 
a bare bottom over-the-knee session.  I caught a replay of what 
you did to Shamrack.  That what you had in mind?"
     "Shamrock," Dark Damsel corrected her absently, looking at 
shapely body in front of her.
     "Shamrack," Fiona insisted.  "She was one and had one."
     "Pardon?"
     "She was a sham and she certainly had a nice 'rack'."
Fiona grinned.  "It's warm in here."  She had surreptitiously
turned up the thermostat as she'd moved around, checking out 
the hide-away.
     Dark Damsel gave in to the situation.  She'd noted Sapphire's
quick adjustment of the temperature.  "Well, I guess there is only
one thing for it.  If you can't stand the heat . . . remove the
clothes." She began stripping and was followed eagerly by
Sapphire.  It was Sapphire, however, who then took the lead and 
led the now naked Dark Damsel to the bed.

     "Oh, my god . . . please!"  It was nothing like Rene had ever
experienced before.  Somehow Sapphire knew--*knew*--just how to
touch her, just how to elevate her to the heights.  And somehow
she also knew just when to stop, just how to deny Rene her
release.
     Rene had met others with talented tongues and/or fingers,
she smiled dreamily as she recalled Ray Barton's moves during
their victory celebration, after she'd been cleared of Shamrock's
evil frame, but she'd never, never been kept so high, so long.
     Sapphire's grinning face appeared from between her legs.
Rene had already brought her to a shuddering climax and now she
was repaying her, in spades.
     Rene's hands were down at her sides, each one held by one
of Sapphire's so she couldn't use them to get herself off.  "I'm
so ready I can . . ."
     "Feel it in your eyelashes, I know," Sapphire finished 
for her.
     Rene brought all of her now feeble concentration to bear.
*How* had Sapphire known she was going to say that.  Before
she had a chance to do more than give a fleeting thought to
that, Sapphire plunged back down and Rene howled.  Her legs
clamped shut around Sapphire's head--which was a mistake, for
Sapphire kept on licking--and she twisted and turned, ending up
face down.
     "How did you . . ." Rene started after she had calmed down.
     "Know what you were going to say?"  Sapphire grinned again.
She touched her mask, peeling back a small part.  Under it,
Rene could see, was a blue sapphire.  "I have a minor talent . . ."
     "More than that, babe," Rene told her wryly, causing the
other woman to laugh.
     "Yes, well, that's part of it, too.  I anticipate.  I pick
up things that others can't.  Usually only a fraction of a second
in advance.  Intentions."
     Rene looked at her, eyes narrowing.  "So that's how you were
able to counter me when we fought."
     "Exactly.  You outclass me by far," Sapphire said wryly, "by
so much I could hardly believe it.  But I had that advantage."
     "Amazing."
     "Except that one time you really caught me."
     "Reflex."
     "Ah, I wondered.  Anyway I found that sapphires somehow
improve my concentration . . . or whatever."
     "You read minds."
     "No."  Sapphire was emphatic.  "I can sometimes catch
stray vocalizations, but it's quite different.  Intentions.  
That's the best way I can describe it.  That's how I knew just
where you were and how to keep you there," she giggled.
     Rene took Sapphire's hand.  "Sapphie, my dear, I believe
this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.  I'm glad I
answered that call of Lord Shon's.  I think we'll make great
agents of TNA.  I think we owe him one."
      Sapphire nodded, agreeing.  "But only a little one.   I
know what he's up to and you know what I think?  I think that 
Lord Shon . . .
      "Can get his own women, you're mine," the two heroines
spoke together.

FINIS

Read the other adventures of Dark Damsel at
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