Chapter
3
Mole
Only when she was almost home did Natassia realize that she had
completely forgotten to do something.
There was a question she should have asked the man she had rescued,
but she had been so flustered by her narrow escape and the partial removal
of her costume that it had completely skipped her
mind. Im not much
of a heroine, she muttered to
herself. Almost get caught
and raped in my first encounter.
And what I did to those
men! She was not only disgusted
with herself, but she felt a little sick.
The surge of adrenalin that had initiated her actions had worn
off. Just inside the back gate
of her house, her stomach heaved and she was violently
ill. For several minutes she
could do nothing but hold her stomach and spew her guts into her aunts
daisies.
Recovering, she made her way to the back door and took out her
key. While she had vomited her
costume had torn open again.
Splattered with blood, it was beyond
repairing. Covering her breasts,
she quietly opened the back door of her
house. Sure dont
want Aunt Priscilla or any of the servants to see me like
this. Silently, she stole
through the house, reaching her room
undetected. She just had time
to clean up and get a little rest before her aunt woke up and put her through
her paces once more. With a sigh
she stripped off her bloody costume and stowed it where no one would find
it. Then she headed for her ensuite
bathroom to clean up.
As she washed off the blood she realized that the night had not been a total
loss. She had learned something
else about the
Dragons Eye.
The blow she had taken to the head should have killed
her. The fact that it had not
could only be contributed to the power of the green
stone. Somehow the stone had
protected her against the blow.
However, it had not prevented her from being knocked
unconscious. That was an important
fact that she should be aware of.
There were limits to the stones magic and it was important that
she remain fully aware of them. The
next time she was caught off guard she might not be so
lucky.
Molie Molson hummed to himself as he sat in the back of his new
car as it was driven through the streets of
Stop here, he
ordered. As the car pulled up
in front of one of
He was met in the foyer by the owner, a forced smile pasted on his
face. Mr. Molson,
welcome! So good of you to
come!
Molson looked around the restaurant.
Except for a few staff members it was almost
deserted. Good, if he had to
get tough he would not attract too much
attention. Sure Han,
sure, he replied sarcastically.
Youre glad to see me, but youre a little behind
on your payments aint you?
Only one payment, Mr. Molson.
Im doing pretty good.
Ill pay you double next
time.
There wont be no next time.
Im taking over, as per our
agreement. He watched
Hans face fall. John Han
was just the sort of person Molson felt contempt
for. Hardworking, honest, and
stupid enough to make an agreement he couldnt possible
uphold.
Please, Mr. Molson
Get out of my restaurant. Or
should I have my boys throw you
out?
Natassia stayed home for three nights after her first
foray. She had to spend quite
a bit of time repairing her costume and her confidence was somewhat
shattered. But she was not about
to give up. On the fourth night
she made her way back to
A faint movement in an alley caught her
attention. Someone was skulking
around the back of one of the buildings.
Stealthily she moved to the edge of the
roof. Below her was a man with
a pry bar, busily engaged in trying to open one of the
windows. He seemed to be alone,
but Natassia made sure. She
didnt want a repeat of what had happened to her the first
time. A quick survey of the
surrounding areas revealed that no one else was around and flexing her legs
she leaped off the building and dropped behind the
intruder.
Geez! the man exclaimed, jumping nearly a
foot. He whirled
around. Spotting the bizarre
but breathtaking figure of the woman who was facing toward him, he immediately
threw away his pry bar. Falling
to his knees, he raised his hands in front of him as if to ward off a
blow. Jade Dragon!
he exclaimed. Jade
Dragon! Please dont hurt
me!
For a few seconds Natassia just stared at the
man. She had not expected
this. The man thought she was
the Jade Dragon. She wondered
what the heroine she had been trying to contact would do in this
situation. Finally she moved
a bit more into the light.
Im not the Jade Dragon, she
said. Im Nova, and
you are breaking the law.
Nova? asked the man. It
was obvious he was confused.
Remaining in his knees he cringed as she stepped
closer. Please, he
begged. I dont care
who you are or what you call yourself.
Just please dont hurt me.
I wont do this again.
Natassia felt a sense of power come over
her. It was strange to have this
feeling. She completely dominated
this man. She realized that she
did not really have a plan of what to do after she had apprehended a
criminal. She couldnt very
well march him into a police station.
Who would believe that she had caught him in an act of
burglary? And even if she was
believed did she want to file a formal complaint? What name would she use,
and what would be the attitude of the police toward
her? She knew that the police
were not all that happy with the Jade Dragon and Scarlet
Falcon. The two heroines made
them look incompetent.
I wont hurt you, she said.
But I want some
information. Im looking
for the Mole. Tell me where I
can find him and Ill let you
go.
Molie Molson? asked the burglar, relief in his
voice. Sure, I can tell
you where to find him.
I said get out, Molson
repeated. He motioned to his
henchmen. They moved menacingly
toward the trembling restaurateur.
I dont think that will be necessary, said a calm, but clear
female voice.
Molson and his two henchmen turned.
Standing in the doorway was a tall, curvaceous woman clad in a stark
white and black costume. Who
the hell are you? demanded Molson.
You dont remember me, Molie? Natassia
answered. No, Im
sure you dont, but you will before the night is
over.
Molson ran his eyes over Natassias gorgeous
figure. He made no effort to
disguise his desire and his eyes focused first on her high perfect breasts
and then on the tight folds of her costume where it outlined her
pudenda. Beneath her cowl, Natassia
found herself flushing, both from embarrassment and rage over the thugs
impudent stare.
I doubt that Id forget someone like you, Molson
said. But that hardly
matters. Right now Im busy
so take your sweet cheeks out of here before I decide to include you in my
little party.
The partys over, Natassia replied, taking a step toward
Molson. And youll
soon find out who I am.
Take the bitch out, Molson
ordered. His two henchmen surged
toward her. Natassia did not
even bother to use her martial arts
skills. She simply grabbed each
man by the front of his shirt and lifting them off their feet hurled them
through the door of the restaurant.
So powerfully did she heave them that they crashed in a heap in the
middle of the street. Smugly,
Natassia spun to face Molson once
more.
BOOM!
The
explosion of Molsons pistol filled the
restaurant. The bullet caught
Natassia between her breasts and knocked her off her
feet. The world seemed to
stop. A black haze clouded her
eyes. She could feel the bullet
ripping through her even as the force of its impact lifted her from her
feet. It tore through muscle
and bone, tearing her apart. Dimly
she realized that she should be dead, but somehow she
wasnt. She could feel the
Dragons
Eye pulsing with power as its mystic energy surged through her, healing
her torn tissues, sealing her shattered
arteries. She tried to move,
to open her eyes, but nothing worked.
And then she seemed to be falling into a deep well of blackness and
oblivion as the world closed around
her.
Stupid bitch, muttered
Molson. That was the way to deal
with a superheroine. It was a
bit of a waste, but the way she had tossed his henchman about had shown that
it was the only way to deal with her.
A bit of a shame though. The
twat was built like a brick shithouse and would have made a useful addition
to his whorehouse. He shook his
head. She would have been an
interesting toy, and he had never screwed a heroine
before. He stepped toward the
crumpled form of the dead woman.
Her vacant eyes were wide and staring, and the front of her white
and black costume was stained red with her
blood. Too
bad, but she had gotten what
she had deserved. Perhaps this
would send a message to the other superheroine bitches that were plaguing
the city. He holstered his gun
and stepped toward the door to see what had become of his
henchmen.
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