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Queen of the machines	By : psychotol Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 4881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Constraints: see “can’t shoot, won’t shoot”

Synopsis: Tiffany returns to Lawndale with a warrant and a master plan.

Plans of Men and Mice.

Content warning: gratuitous violence, descriptions of sexual acts, and swearing by the ton.

Legal: see “can’t shoot, won’t shoot”

Also, the title, I don’t know where this phrase originated in literature, I only know Eddie Izzard mentioned it in “The Definite Article” where he had mice playing character roles in ‘The Italian Job’, also, I nicked something off of Canidibrits TLAS1:01.

Oh, and it’s because of her I know of “Battle Royale”.

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“What did you do next Miss Morgendorffer?”

“I took aim and tried to fire”

“You tried to fire?”

“Yes”

“Was the safety off?”

“Yes”

“The trigger wouldn’t move?”

“My finger wouldn’t move”

The prosecution lawyer then feigned shock for the jury and asked “even when she shot a second police officer right in front of you?”

“That’s right”

“So it would be fair to say that you aided the fugitive of the law Tiffany Deckler by not firing at her, would it not Miss Morgendorffer?”

Daria knew full well where this was going, and couldn’t think of an appropriate response, aside from “it would be mean to say that, but it’s probably true” oh boy, did that sound weaselly.

“Prosecution rests”

The judge then said “alright, sentencing now, I sentence youetereternal and unlimited servitude to the ghosts of the dead officers” and banged the gable.

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Daria woke with a start as the pilot announced they would soon be landing at Lawndale airport.

“You okay Daria?”

“Oh yeah” Daria replied, she glanced both sides of her, make sure she knew who had asked her that, still being half asleep, Jane, Stacy and Sandi sounded the same, whichever one had said it, Jane was the one one looking at her with concern.

“Your dream about Quinn or Tiffany?” of course Jane would be about as tactful as a Minuteman II® when it comes to Darias personal crises “Tiffany, specifically her victims”

“Right, … come on Daria, it’s not like you had any reason to expect to kill in the near future, no shit you’ll have trouble making yourself do it”

Daria sighed, said the obligatory “right” and puts her book back in her backpack, and prepared for landing.

A woman in the row in front turned around and said “would you mind not using that language, there are kids in this row”

Daria and Jane glanced at each other then Jane replied “what, English?”

The woman scowled in fury and replied “don’t take that tone of voice with me young lady”

Jane held an imaginary handbag in front of her, slouched, and screeched “young lady”

Stacy and Sandi watched this exchange with a sense of curiosity and concern.

The woman now went to the next level “YOU WANT ME TO GET THE STEWARDS TO MOVE YOU?”

Daria joined the argument “on what grounds? Failure to supply a fornicate?”

“YOU LITTLE MISCREANTS, I’LL DO YOU FOR CORRUPTING MINORS”

One of the aforementioned kids spoke up “mum, calm down” “NO, I’M TRYING TO RAISE YOU WITH SOME MORALS, AND PEOPLE LIKE THIS CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER TO DO THAN TO UNDO ALL OF MY HARD WORK!” now a couple of stewards showed up.

“Excuse me ma’am, what seems to be the problem?” She explained what she perceived the problem was, when asked if this was true, Daria replied “just the once in causal conversation”

“YOU ALSO SAID FORNICATE” “yeah, but that’s not a swear word, it’s just a stand in for fuck, which admittedly is a swear word, but fornicate, like sexual play, is a technical definition” Daria said without so much of a hint of the infectious tension the old bat was expressing.

“ARE YOU GOING TO LET THEM KEEP DOING THAT? MOVE THEM AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN”

The kids (a 12 yo boy and an 8yo girl), having clambered over the passenger separating them from the aisle, spoke up again “actually, we’re going to see if there are any seats further back” said the boy, the girl just nodding, then they walked off.

The mother continued to chew out the staff for their apparent inability to handle Daria and Jane until the stewards ran out of patience and wrestled her to the ground, restraining her, and belting her to her seat

Another appeared with a hypodermic filled with a sedative, and sedated her, then they went around reassuring the alarmed passengers, when they where far enough away from them, Sandi spoke up “was that really necessary?”

“No” said Daria “but it was fun” Jane chorused with Daria.

Sandi decided to discontinue the debate for fear of getting sedated and restrained (and possibly getting done for air rage public disorder) as well.

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It was too close to daylight for her to be able to land and successfully conceal the aircraft at any suitable location reasonably close to her home, and if she stayed too close to the deck during the day, someone would spot her.

She didn’t feel the need to paint the aircraft at the time she built it, so she would have to remain aconsconsiderable altitude at least 12 angels (12,000ft) to avoid being visually located, which would be fine if she had the fuel to remain aloft that long.

But she didn’t, she had no choice but to raid somewhere for fuel, chances where that would mean killing someone just for guarding their or their employers property, which, apart from the strategic problems associated with lots of suspicious deaths piling up in one area, made her feel bad.

But it would be more costly to land somewhere in broad daylight without any real prospect of getting airborne or enough ground distance from the vehicle before cops showed up, compared swabs and/or fingerprints on the vehicle to the national databases.

And came up with a cause to cover the entire state and its neighbours with cops and soldiers, so she was going to proceed with a fuel raid now.

She knew that her tactical choice of fuel would give her problems, but getting caught on the ground due to extended tinkering would be a bigger problem, so butane/propane it was, few places where equipped to rapidly replenish LPG stores, so she would have to physically carry a canister to her plane and load it up.
e tue turned off the engine as she approached her target (a marina on the lake near Lawndale) and lowered the pontoons for a wet landing, there was nowhere near enough straight road close enough to the marina for a STOL, let alone this piece of junk, so again, she had no choice.

And then the low battery icon showed up in the night vision goggles “okay, god, you’re really taking the piss here” she hoped the almost depleted battery would last until she was on the deck, and hopefully she wouldn’t have to abort the approach.

She was satisfied with the velocity she had, she was slightly above what she thought to be her ideal glide path, she didn’t have to flare until she was 30 metres from the launching ramp, and touched down on the water 15 metres from it.

The deceleration was slightly alarming to her, but she made it with enough energy for the plane to beach itself on the ramp, she applied the brakes to the wheels in the floats and changed the goggles for a pair with good batteries.

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“Hi Daria, where’s Quinn?”

Daria just stood there and tried to determine which reality she was in, until it occurred to her that there was an entirely logical reason her dad asked that question.

“Mum didn’t tell you, did she?”

“Tell me what Daria?” Jakes Question prompted Daria to think of a way to tell Jake both convincingly and tactfully that Quinn was now actually dead instead of just brain dead, and quickly cursed herself for pang hng herself into a corner like this, and said “I recommend you ask mum” “why?”

Aww crap, … okay, … here we go “Quinn is dead” she said, hoping that she didn’t come off song lng like she was winding him up.

Jake looked at her trying to assess her sincerity, usually her jokes where in response, immediate response, to things going on around her, she rarely had any kind of lead in, he had one idea that might tell him if he was joking.

“That’s not funny” “it’s also not a joke, someone in in the lift machinery with a molotov cocktail, Quinn got in, selected ground, and got burned to death, the killer died shortly afterwards evading the police, mom will confirm this when you ask her” they stood in silence for a while, then Daria silently made her way past Jake to her room to unpack.

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There was a noise, it sounded like something colliding with a fence, it woke the owner of the marina, he waited a little while, and was about to go back to sleep when he heard gravel crunching as if a car was driving around.

He peeked through the curtains next to his bed but didn’t see any headlights, the crunching stopped, and he decided he should check it out, he got his boots on, his dressing gown, and his lever action shotgun, loaded with 8 gauge, and headed downstairs.

He waited next to the front door waiting for additional sounds.

He eventually heard the same gravel crunching sounds as before, he opened the door and slowly exited the building, he then headed to the source of the noise, which appeared to be coming from the LPG cage.

The noise stopped temporarily, and he popped out into view, shotgun ready, to see what appeared to be a teenaged girl kitted out in SWAT gear (including a silenced MP5 and armour) securing a 600L propane tank to a cart.

She had a gas hose with a hand cranked pump in the middle coiled over her shoulder.

The girl was standing in front of about 20 of these canisters, so he decided to back off and wait for her to emerge from the gas stores.

The gravel crunched as she wheeled the can out of the storage area, the instant she saw him, she jumped back, letting the can fall, DAMMIT! Now what’s he gonna do?

The answer came to him half a second later when the girl popped out and discharged a number of rounds into him, the shots started at his heart and ended in his cerebellum (the bit at the back of the brain that looks like a ball of spaghetti), he died without firing a shot.

The girl decided that now was a good time to ensure that no one else was up ### ########

“You did what?”

“Mrs Morgendorffer, we had to ID the body somehow, the first test we could run was the DNA test for genetic relatives”

“ … Alright, Ms Cidal, I’m sorry, just, … I mean, why was Quinn killed?”

Sara paused before answering far far as we can tell, the killer, Brittany Taylor, believed Quinn wanted to take Kevin Thompson as her boyfriend away from her, same reason she killed the others.

Unfortunately, when the police confronted her, she legged it off the roof, apparently believing the swimming pool was on that side, although it wouldn’t have done her much good from that altitude.

You belly flop, you break your neck, backflop, ditto, head first, your cranium goes crunch, foot first, you can’t run because your legs are two masses of bone shards and torn musculature-” Helen was now waving in distress “yeah, could you stop talking now?” “Sorry” “can I get the body moved to Lawndale now?”

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There was no one else there, which was good, but she was out of time, which was bad, she was hoping to transfer the propane from the tanks at the marine to her aircrafts tanks, because leaving the aircrafts tanks would speed up the polices location of her.

She wasn’t familiar with any leasing or sales codes on canister markings, but she was certain they would know where the tanks had come from, the truth was that she was making this up as she went along.

She had hoped to be able to return to Lawndale and get her computers without the law after her, in fact, she had ASSUMED nothing could go wrong, she hadn’t expected the cops to make the connection between the trace materials in her handbag and the fire.

She had to dye thdiumdium chlorate blue to disguise it as bath salts, and the fire suppression suppression system was hidden in hollowed out sponges.

In the end her parents didn’t search her stuff, but if this stuff was found on her by her parents, there was no way she could have explained it, and the opportunity would have been lost.

She should have obtained a new handbag, she hadn’t realised that the ingredients had leaked out of their containers, but she should have realised it was possible, but that comes back to her not expecting Daria to notice her hair and work out what had caused it.

That was another point, she should have tied her hair back prior to commencing work on the carpet, that way she wouldn’t have been brushing her hair out the way with her hands which had the extremely strong NaClO3 mix on them.

Well, that was then, this is now, and she needed to hurry if she wanted to be in the air before someone found her, she considered disposing of the body as she dumped the empty cans and started to load the full cans.

The body didn’t have any of the projectiles lodged in it, she had checked, but its current position could tell police where to look for them, and SWAT might have obtained projectiles from the weapons in case of theft or to ensure that any fuckups are quickly investigated.

It was a long shot, but so was her getting caught that first time, she couldn’t afford any more fuckups if she wanted to retrieve her computers, at least not here.

The new cans where loaded onto the aircraft, and hooked up, now for tody.ody.

She pulled the body onto the trolley she was using to move the canisters and pulled it into the building, then she out across where she had killed him, and stuck it in the gas shed, and moved some canisters in front of it, now for the final problem:

She set the canisters afloat, pushing them as hard away from the shore as she could and switched the MP5 to single shot, she then started shooting the canisters until they sank into the water.

They both had gas left in them and it took a while before the pressure dropped to ambient, but finally she was ready to go.

She got in the cockpit and released the brakes, letting the inertia carry her out far enough for her to be able to taxi a U turn, and then started the APU, she then hit the leaf blower, and activated the fuel and spark ignitor for the pulsejet.

She saw birdke tke to the air the instant the pulsejet came to life, she taxied around and opened it all the way, and she was airborne again.

She suddenly realised that she badly needed some coffee, but it was too late, there’s no way nobody heard her engine, damn it!

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“First level of hell, how may I direct your call?” “Surprise me” “hi Daria, how’s your family?” “Well, took a while for dad to realise I wasn’t joking when I told him Quinn was dead, he’s in shock right now.

Mom called, said she’d procured Quinns body from the coroner, and is headed back now, soon as she gets back, we’re gonna be contemplating the funeral arrangements”

“Right, … ” there was an awkward pause for a while “err, so, … what now?” “I dunno, … call Stacy and Sandi I guess”

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“Okay, we’re in” the locksmith opened the door and let the cops into the Decklers house.

Detectives William Farrow and Doug Carpenter entered and started their initial walk around of the house.

“If you find any keys, test them in the lock, and I’ll copy the ones that operate the front door” “thanks” the locksmith left the detectives to do their work.

“So, … think we should be looking for mines and shit?” Farrow asked “I doubt it, the LVPD had her on something she wasn’t prepared for, I doubt she mined the place” “okay, so what should we look for?”

That was a tricky one, they where not collecting evidence, which meant they didn’t have to be as careful about documentation procedures, since Tiffany was facing about 20 life sentences once she was located, the problem was locating her, they would still want to get usable prints off of any documents, disks, etc.

“Anything suspicious, I guess, something that might indicate what Tiffany’s going to do, she had to have had a plan for after her parents died, hopefully there’s something here to indicate what it is”

“Like a note that reads dear detectives, my secret plans are as follows, … ”

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Superintendent McFright approached the marina to find that the media where already there, the cops that had already arrived where herding them away from what could be a crime scene, gee, I wonder why a cases publicity always seems to fuck up the actual investigation?

He pulled into the parking area and made his way to the crime scene, detective inspector Kinsey met him at the cordon “morning Superintendent, alright, this is what we got so far.

The Marina’s owner and manager, Bob Hackney, was murdered in the gift shop and dragged into the gas shed, also two cylinders are missing”

“Do we know what he was murdered with?”

“Looks like an automatic weapon, 8 shots leading from the heart to the face, straight through”

“Right, we got the projectiles yet?”

“No, in fact, we haven’t been able to locate them, just the shell casings, we found a couple the reporters didn’t step on, they look like magnum rounds, they have extractor marks, so we’re thinking closed bolt.

Open bolts have them for clearing duff rounds, but in operation, they don’t need them”

“So, MP5, something like that?”

“Yes, we also found more shell casings near a launching ramp, we’re thinking the weapon was used to sink something or shoot someone in the water, we’re getting a diving team in now”

“Okay, do we have anything to tell the media?”

“Gun and gas cylinders, any info, call us”

“Right”

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Helen watched as her younger daughter was unloaded from the cargo bay, she figured that if Daria where here, she’d have a wise ass crack about it, so she was glad Daria had left the whole thing to her.

The coffin was loaded onto the hearse, not quite as roughly as normal luggage, but not the way you’d expect it to be handled either, but these where baggage handlers, not pall bearers, so she really had to cut them some slack there.

She headed out er cer car, hoping to form up with the hearse as it emerged from the airport, she knew where the coroners office was anyway and this wasn’t final burial, … or cremation, she hadn’t decided.

Considering how Quinn had died, it was understandable that no one had asked her that particular question.

She got in her car and waited for the hearse to show, and followed it off.

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“Hey Doug, found a computer here” “yeah, I also found one, any idea why there are three?” “Let’s get them back to the lab”

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“Come in” Jake entered Darias room as she continued to play the shoot-em-up.

“Mom called, she’s following the hearse to the funeral parlour, I was wondering if you would like to help with the planning of the funeral”

Daria continued to play for a while, Jake was about to ask if she had heard a thing he said when she answered “I think Sandi or Stacy would be a more appropriate choice, they knew her better than any of us, besides, even though I would never do it, mum will think I’m taking the piss whatever I say”

He considers saying something else, but just leaves.

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“So you’re satisfied with the arrangements then?” the four of them glanced at each other and Helen answered “yes, I am, as far as I can be really” “alright then, burial, next Sunday at 13:20, would you like to be or someone else to be the pall bearers or would you like us to provide them?”

Helen considered this.

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Helen and Jake got home, Sandi and Stacy still with them, at about 19:10, it had been a tiring day even though little actual effort had been expended.

They got to the dining room to see plates of health food and cans of no sugar, no fat, no taste soda arranged around a photo of Quinn on the dining room table, Daria sat there waiting for them.

“Umm, … Daria, honey?” Daria replied “this seemed appropriate for some reason”

They sat down at the table.

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It was finally dark enough for Tiffany to attempt another landing, she selected an empty field close enough to Lawndale for her to walk in from there, she would still have to steal a car in order to get to her house and have enough time to start her preparations.

She estimated that at most she had 3 days before someone found signs at the marina that she was in fact here, but it could be as little as 1 day, she needed to be out of here ASAP.

She shut off the pulsejet and started her approach, she had managed to procure some tarps and camouflage netting before arriving at the airforce scrap yard, so she was confident she could keep the aircraft concealed in the day as well.

She touched down hard, and regretted taking shortcuts with the suspension, and started to dread taking off again, once the aircraft came to a stop, she got out and pushed it into the hedges and started applying the disguise.

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“HEY KINSEY” he walked up to the launching ramp and asked “YEAH?” “WE FOUND ONE OF THE GAS CANS” “SWEET, BRING IT IN”

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“So, the funeral, what was decided?”

Everyone just looked at Daria.

“Okay, never mind”

They continued to eat in silence.

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“Damn it, they had better not have taken the computers” she said as she was met by an evidence seal on the front door, she decided to leave the evidence seal and enter through a window around the back.

Luckily the basement windows where still open, she had used them frequently when she left to procure equipment and supplies, and even to, … oh what wonderful memories her childhood was laced with.

She recalled how her regular dates got bored with her because she acted like she was really stupid, eventually one decided to amuse himself by fucking her, … without her permission.

Now, just about any girl Tiffany knew wouldn’t put up with that, because they didn’t have to, they could report it and provide evidence, the asshole would be arrested, charged, and convicted, and this would deter others from doing the same thing.

Tiffany, on the other hand, couldn’t come home from her date with signs of a struggle on her because her parents would have assumed she had started a fight for no reason, disbelieved the reason she gave, and taken her back to Dr Glacer for further ‘therapy’, or worse.

And if she had mentioned what had happened, they’d have assumed she was lying about not having consented, and have taken her to Dr Glacer with the same results.

Go straight to the police, her parents would still have custody and would have had the power to have her sent to Glacer (she was technically a psychiatric outpatient, which in this case, was like parole, your conviction suspends the freedom you would otherwise have in terms of conduct and association)

It was obvious that her apparent lack of resistance and legal action would invite more abuse on future dates, possibly at school as well, and not going on dates would harm her eligibility to stay in the fashion club, since the fashion club was based on popularity.

She would reduce the number of dates she went on as far as she could, but she couldn’t stop entirely, she had to find a long term means to cope with sex she didn’t want to have.

She couldn’t think of a safe way to approach her parents on the issue of getting medical clearance to use contraceptive medicine and she wasn’t absolutely certain she could procure it legally without a prescription.

She had to break into a pharmacy and steal the medicine and hope it didn’t react badly with her prescribed medication or her physiology, she had hoped that she could attract someone who wouldn’t force her (or push her on the advice of the other boys that she would put out).

But her cover depended on seeming really slow and stupid, so that wasn’t likely either, all she could do was take the stolen medicine, and grease up before each date (she figured some prostitutes had to do that if they started a shift unable to ‘get in the mood’).

When this had started, she didn’t even have a mastery of computers, and hence, not the knowledge of what had been planned, but even then, Glacers treatment sucked more than being raped every now and then.

When she had found out what they wanted to do to her, her blood ran cold.

Before this revelation, her parents where merely assholes for her to secretly circumvent until adulthood, but this was different, this would literally half kill her, she’d be a fucking zombie for real, half dead, they hated her that much.

They had disguised it as a treatment for a brain tumour, but the MRI this was supposedly based on had never happened, and some of the equipment they’d be using was for monitoring brain activity to a level that was unnecessary for treating a tumour.

There was also VR gear, this was some sort of advanced lobotomy, they would stimulate the areas they wanted removed and go after them, like her brain was a ROM chip.

She had taken the decision back then that she would take them out, her parents and Glacer.

She figured that Glacer had all sorts of fraudulent activities going on, but if she didn’t do something about her parents too, she would be in the same situation.

The situation with Glacer could be left ready to be initiated at any time, like a Minuteman, guidance is programmed to hit a target, and it can be left ready to go, all you have to do is push that button.

She suddenly realised that her reminiscing was distracting her from her task at hand, and after cursing herself, she tested the basement window around the back.

The route was still open as she had hoped, she had set it up so that the panes, while looking secure, would swing out when she pushed a knot in the frame, she entered the basement and closed the window, and pulled one of the police side arms she had swiped in Vegas.

She wished she could have brought at least the MP5, but there was no inconspicuous way to do it.

She moved slowly with the night vision goggles on, and eventually got to her room, she checked the places she had placed them (she managed to convince her parents she needed at least three coloured laptops to match the wide range of dresses she had, at least there where some things she could bullshit her parents on)

The computers where gone “oh wonderful” she had to find a way to get into the police station and retrieve those computers, she would need some firepower, and started looking through her wardrobe for something that would conceal both the MP5 and the M4.

She figured she should be able to wear the SWAT vest and jacket under the same costume if she could find one.

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Kinsey took his cigarette break the same time the vice squad returned with their catches.

He knew deep down that the laws the vice squad upheld where actually pointless, if not counterproductive, even if some of these girls did want to be prostitutes.

There was no public safety reason to arrest them, and it usually made them lie about what they see or harmed their credibility as witnesses or victims, and actually increased incidents of rape and sexual assault.

Because prostitutes picked areas that had a minimal police and public presence and surveillance, and didn’t want to admit what they where doing when it happened, they where ‘safe targets’ for rapists and serial killers, and, of course, pimps and drug pushers.

But the public wasn’t going to budge on this matter, so might as well enjoy the view, he knew that if he ever expressed these views or the reason for timing his cigarette breaks this way, he’d be lucky to merely be assigned to something really menial after about a year of sensitivity training.

Oh, and it made him a bad person, but he didn’t care about that.

“Kinsey?” “Yes?” “You’re gonna have to see this” dammit, I wanna ogle prostitutes, he mentally whined “alright” he stowed the cigarette he hadn’t had time to light and followed his subordinate back into the office.

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Back in the office, his subordinate showed him the map of Nevada with a bunch of codes on it.

“So what am I looking at exactly?” “The gas canister came from an airforce scrap yard in Nevada, where someone stole a load of pieces of airplane, the police there are not sure why the parts where taken, because they don’t match any aircraft currently in use by the public or the military”

“Airplane parts theft with no apparent motive, that’s great, … does that mean anything to us?” “Well, it means our case is related to something bigger than we thought, even though we don’t know what we got.

They also reported that some tools where used and had been left near what looked like an impromptu work area, including, they don’t think it was an aircraft because there where no engines or aviation fuel there”

“So it’s a federal case, not a local one, damn, I really wanted this one, oh well” goes back outside, even if he’s missed the prostitutes, he still needed the nicotine to function, the subordinate called after him “I’ll tell the super then, shall I?” “Whatever”

He headed through the prisoner intake area, seeing mostly the same prostitutes that are caught every night, including a couple of new ones, one looked like she was way too young for this, and was dressed in gear that totally clashed.

But it had a greater ‘boioioioiing’ factor than the others, a neon green short sleeved shirt rolled up to tie tied below the bust, a carrot orange pleated miniskirt, miss matched colour socks, carrot orange hair, bright turquoise lipstick, light blue fingerless gloves.

She looked like a sexier version of that minger from ‘gimme gimme gimme’, he kept his eyes on her as they passed each other, she looked extremely nervous, as they all do the first time they get arrested.

Afterwards, it’s just an irritation to them, it’s usually the 5th or 6th time they start trading mild insults with the arresting officers and custody crew.

Well, show’s over, back to fucking over his respiratory system.

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“So, how did it go?” “Well, I didn’t go, because I thought I would be intruding, but the result is that my parents think I didn’t care, and now have made things a whole lot worse, how was your day?” “Err, … painted some, … I painted Tiffany, remember when she smiled at you?”

Yes, she did, in fact, it seemed to have created an emotional bond with Daria that she couldn’t shake.

Tiffany’s a cop killing psycho, Daria’s a sarcastic bookworm who can’t execute what she writes, what in the name of all that is in fuck could they possibly have in common?

“Yes I do, and it’s fucking creepy”

There was a bright yellow flash outside that illuminated the curtains.

“Whoa, did you see that?”

Daria rushed to the windows as she answered “I saw a flash, but, … ” she peeked out of the curtains “okay, there’s a big fireball over the school” “are you sure it’s over the school?” Daria was watching her watch and when she heard the explosion, she said “absolutely”

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The vice cops where the only ones who weren’t called out to see the big explosion, the prostitutes wished this had happened before the cops had pulled them in, since they’d be out earning money.

A couple of them where even showing signs of withdrawal from one of the more addictive prohibited substances, the rest just sat there looking irate.

One of them turned to the geek and asked “first time honey?” “For this offence” “don’t worry about it, this happens all the time, you’ll get used to it, what’s your name?” “Stacy Wiseman” “I’m Juliet Harris” she extended her cuffed hands to her for a rather awkward handshake.

The geek looked at the clock on the wall “so, quite an outfit there, why did you pick it?” “To attract attention” “well, that certainly works for that”

The cops started processing the prostitutes.

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The fire was quickly contained, and put out, which would be surprising to the layperson, who would probably have trouble understanding that most of the propane would have boiled off in the first 50 microseconds of the explosion.

Kinsey was now in the schools security room watching video footage of the fire, he was rewinding it, hoping to get a glimpse of the propane tank before the explosion, the others with the fire crew where going to look for remains of whatever caused the fire.

He eventually got there, he saw the BLEVE reverse into the can, and the fire that had caused it eat smoke and undo the charring of the paint on the side of the tank.

Eventually he got to the point where the fire shrank into two plastic gas cans and some sort of device that swallowed more smoke and turned into a plastic tray with a beaker in the middle of a load of white granules.

There was also a large upside down flask filled with a clear liquid and corked with a double holed stopper, one tube had a valve on it that was dripping into the beaker, the other tube was attached to a rubber hose leading to the top of the clamp stand that was holding the flask in place.

The gear was most likely stolen from the science lab at this very school, probably done for a laugh, he continued to rewind until he saw the arsonist taking down the gear.

He went to another video and watched the arsonist, apparently a girl with fairly substantial breasts jog in reverse with the stuff to the science lab, she was wearing latex gloves over a set of fingerless gloves, … looking strangely familiar, … why on earth would a prostitute bother hitting the school?

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“Name?” “Stacy Wiseman” the custody sergeant entered the answers as he asked her name, age, medical status, and then they moved onto the fingerprints.

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“Sodium chlorate, sulphuric acid, and kerosene” “self ignited after she was long gone, I don’t get it though, that was definitely the prostitute I saw, why hit a school when she could be strutting her stuff and earning money?” “I dunno” Kinsey and the scientist looked at the stuff before them.

Farrow entered and looked at the gear “our delay fuze?” “Yep” “get a look at the arsonist?” Kinsey handed Farrow a stack of papers featuring a shot of the girls face.

“Uh, Kinsey?” “Yes?” “This looks like that cop killer I’ve been trying to locate” “well, try vice, they pulled her in, those papers are to help us find out where she’s been”

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That was the last of them, the vice cops left the custody sergeant to put the last girl in the holding area.

That gave her the opportunity to slip her cuffs and slot the sergeant with his own sidearm, she went for the heart so the lung tissue would absorb the muzzle blasts, and she was clear of the custody suite befshe she had to fire again, clearing the hallway of the vice cops.

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“Superintendent McFright” “It’s Kinsey here, we think that the vice squad have accidentally pulled in Tiffany Deckler, the girl that shot up that Las Vegas precinct?” “Really? Well thanks for that.

Get back here now, your psycho prostitute is shooting up this precinct as we speak” there where faint gunshots heard over the phone.

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“Okay, we’re getting reports of gunfire at the Lawndale police department, we go live to our other helo that’s making it’s way there now” “gunfire?” Helen asked, she looked to Daria who had come down still on the phone with Jane.

Daria was feeling uneasy now, the news station cut to an aerial view of the police station, there was a police Helo on one of the pads, some of the Precincts windows had been shot out.

The door to the roof opened up and an orange haired girl in a SWAT armour vest carrying a backpack and an M16 made her way to the helicopter, she put her bag in the helo and started it up, keeping the M16 pointed at the door, from which there was grey smoke emerging.

Daria’s feeling of dread worsened as the camera zoomed in on the girls face as she left the rotors footprint and started shooting at the news helo.

“We’re hit, we’re going in, over to you in the studio” Helen and Daria stared at the screen “Daria, was that Tiffany?” “Yes, right down to that impish grin, what the fuck is she doing back here in Lawndale?”

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Tiffany ran into the cockpit and lifted off the instant the door was closed, not bothering with her seat restraints until she was headed out, holding the cyclic in her knees and propping the collective with the M16 as she grabbed the seat belt ends and united them.

She then put on the night vision goggles she had obtained from this precinct so she could fly nap of the earth in the bad light.

She was high on adrenaline, that was the most insane plan she had ever carried out, odds where that she would have ended up unable to execute her escape, she counted the number of things that could have gone wrong.

The vice cops could have received Intel from the news if not their superiors, and have recognised the significance of her threat level and would have taken greater care in the way they restrained her.

The handcuffs could have been of the rigid or hinged variety making it impossible for her to bring her fingers to the opposite hands, forcing her to go to plan B.

Plan B (fake a seizure with the aid of a paper tube full of baking powder hidden in her nose) could have failed or have drawn attention to her nose during her arrest.

The police officers could have turned out to be religious fanatics who requested vice in order to beat the crap out of women they considered to be an affront to god, the locations prostitutes pick would support such an act, which would probably be carried to fatality.

Tiffany had enough trouble moving just being raped the first time and that was with almost no violence, she had been bent over the back of his car in an arm lock, and her panties pulled to one side, probably something he had been thinking about at least all evening.

It wasn’t that deep, and had lasted probably 10 minutes, but that did make walking noticeably difficult for the next day, she had to skip the gymnastics class that day.

An objeape ape using a baton plus a beating would probably have rendered her unable to do what she would have needed to do to escape, and the other cops would have been just as eager to add their two cents of pain when they found out who she was.

It wasn’t like they needed a confession, and she was a plausible enough threat for them to claim self defence in all instances, she could have ended up turning up in court with more broken bones than intact, and almost completely purple from subdermal haemorrhaging.

Assuming she survived that long.

She had gone out of her way to ignore the risks she was taking in order to do this, and that’s because she knew that the instant she did think about it, she would have started to experience the symptoms of shock.

She was starting to feel those symptoms now, while flying a highly unstable aircraft on the deck at it’s top ground speed.

She would have to land soon anyway, the police are probably speaking to the airforce right now, and AWACS where sorting through all the contacts looking for her.

AWACS would be able to track her aircraft at any altitude, also, the Doppler shift from the echoes on the rotors would be a dead give away, and her Helo was probably the only one with it’s transponder turned off.

She selected a rooftop to land on that would allow her to run the greatest distance before someone saw her.

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Kinsey looked around the almost silent offices, now littered with the bodies of the officers that had not been called out to look at the high school BLEVE.

He saw McFright and a couple of the uniform commanders and his own department’s commander looking around.

Farrow entered the room from the evidence room and reported the computers where missing.

“Did you manage to get all the data copied off the hard drives before this happened?”

“Yes, I was looking through the data when the school exploded, most of it appeared to be fashion crap, but we hadn’t gotten very far into it, and we’re still on the preliminary walk through” McFright then said “that case, share the work.

EVERYONE IS WORKING ON THIS FROM NOW ON, EVERYTHING ELSE, AND I MEAN EVERYTHING, CAN WAIT”

Nobody argued, this girl had manipulated this department into a vulnerable position and infiltrated the department as a virtually irrelevant prisoner, and killed more than 30 people like they where those zombies you see on DOOM, and she was going to pay.

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The cops where looking for her on the side of town she had landed, probably assuming she was headed out of town on that vector, with any luck, she would be able to make it back to her aircraft.

The police had probably cancelled the AWACS now that the helo had been reported on the building, so she should be able to take off and leave unnoticed.

She was concerned she wouldn’t have a way to reduce her visibility, given her choice of clothes and hair colour to get in there.

But she had swiped a load of bin bags and black ductape which she had used to form a loose suit that would make it perfectly easy to hide in a pinch as well as reducing her overall visibility, about the best urban camouflage you can get for less than 2$ worth of materials.

When you bother to pay the them, that is.

She also knew that the theft of the computers out of evidence would make the police redouble the search through any files they had copied off the hard drives, it would be obvious that there was information of value on there, and they would keep going until they find it.

Hopefully by the time they do, and then by the time they make sense of it, she would have her permanent transportation solution.

It was then that she realised she had a major problem, one which had to wait until this mess had died down.

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“Okay, how in the name of fuck was she able to do that?” “Well, there where a couple of devices recovered from her room that could be turned into a LASER projector and a light sensor gun.

The systems caught our attention because it looked on X-ray like an anarchists cookbook version of a paveway sensor and pointer, the system recorded and displayed the time from the dot first appearing to her firing at it” “and the jumping around bit?”

Kinsey and Farrow had been watching the surveillance footage from the security camera system, Tiffany had been splashing every cop as he or she came into view, jumping over the office dividers like there was no gravity, even shooting in mid air.

“According to her school records, she brought the school many trophies for gymnastics, students usually avoid that as a sport because the grading system is so fucking unusual, and if she was doing that while on psychiatric drugs, then off them, like now, … ” Kinsey just nodded.

The police where doing two things right now, a ground search for Tiffany herself (an activity that now looked to be suicidal at best) and a clue search for anything she might have on the computers she had been so desperate to recover.

Kinsey picked up the phone and dialled McFrights office.

“McFright” “yeah, it’s Kinsey here, I recommend you pull all the troops back to base, from the surveillance footage, attempting to apprehend her at close quarters will just get more cops dead, we should figure out what she’s planning instead, and use long range snipers and sleeping gas only”

“Alright”

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Tiffany arrived at her aircraft with the computers and a lot of caffeine pills, she could stay in the air a further 24 hours if she wanted to, but it was important that she get some sleep soon, she hadn’t slept for the last 96 hours, and knew that this wasn’t healthy.

She wasn’t going to sleep here because the law would most likely find her, she reckoned she had enough fuel to get to Lake Ontario, she hoped it had a decent sized forest on the waters edge, and that she could source more fuel.

She considered abandoning the vehicle all together, but she would need a replacement airplane, moving long distances on land was too dangerous.

She figured if she could find someplace where she could acquire and use fibreglass, she could come up with something that would be less Radar visible (right now she had to shadow airliners on long stretches between towns) with the advantage of being quieter.

She had to get on with her long term plans though, and get it done soon, she didn’t have time to be making another airplane, this one would have to do for now.

She removed the camouflage netting and tarp, folded and stowed it, and pushed the aircraft to a position that would allow her to taxi to the effective hold short, and she got in, activated the engine and took off.

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“Sir, there’s a report of helicopter activity on the other side of town” “didn’t we recover that helicopter?” “Yes sir, but this guy reported getting woken up by the noise of a helicopter flying fight over hiuse,use, says it shook some paintings off the wall”

Kinsey looked at the PC like he had something silly for a hat, then said “right, we’ll look into it when we no longer have to worry about that nutter Tiffany, okay?” “Yes sir”

Kinsey was working on his share of the files when the PC returned and said “sir, the projectiles recovered from that marina shooting, there’s a match” Kinsey turned to the PC with a look that said ‘what the fuck did I just say to you?’ “Great, what’s it matched to?”

“A Heckler and Koch MP5SDN stolen from LVPD SWAT on the day that Tiffany shot her way out of custody” Kinsey stood up in disbelief “WHAT??? I DON’T, … that girl’s actions make no sense what so ever, what’s she planning on doing with stolen gas canisters?

She didn’t even use them on the school BLEVE, and she’s brought canisters all this way from Nevada? This is just, … ”

Farrow looked at the ceiling in thought for a few minutes “Tiffany stole a bunch of airplane parts, and arrived here within the space of 24 hours, she had to have flown, maybe she built an airplane that runs on propane”

“That flies all the way over here? That is amphibious, takes off from anywhere, … wait, somebody reported a helicopter operating very low near that lake at about the time the manager died, she build a helicopter?”

“I’m not sure about that, they didn’t report any Helo parts missing, the question is, where did she get her engine from? I can’t imagine anything piston powered making it all the way over here on propane”

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Tiffany was glad of one thing: she had not included any employee photos on any of the web sites she had set up representing the pseudo companies, that meant she could substitute anyone for her, the problem was that she needed someone she could trust or control.

That was the purpose of all of this, to procure parts for her main project, the problem was her face was on the FBI’s most wanted list, it was likely that a lot of the people she would meet face to face wwoulwould just assume it’s a coincidence, but she couldn’t chance it.

She had to get someone else to go around and pick up the parts, someone she could control, and trust not to come up with anything that could circumvent whatever precautione toe took.

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The first day back at school was kind of strange for Daria, it was almost routine that she and Jane would see the fashion club going about its business, and make cracks about them, but that didn’t happen.

It was also almost routine for Brittany and Kevin to do something annoying within her presence, but that also didn’t happen, Kevin was missing Brittany, the cheerleading team where missing Angie and Nikki, the fashion club where missing Quinn, and now Principal Li wanted a word with Daria.

Daria entered Angelas office and sat down “yes?”

“Miss Morgendorffer, I would like to hear from you what happened in Las Vegas”

“Okay, we went, we saw, we came back fewer in number because of Brittany the psychopath’s paranoia regarding Kevin, and Tiffany went nuts and shot up a police statioer ter there, then came here and did the same damn thing”

“Yes, well, with regard to Tiffany, she is also the reason that a large chunk of the building was roasted on Saturday night, care to explain?”

“Explain what? The only reason I can think of would be to divert police forces from the station in anticipation of her planned assault” “Tiffany was a fine upstanding student, and you somehow subverted her into these actions, why do you insist on doing this to everyone?”

Daria had had enough of this, she just got up and left saying “walking out now, please take it personally”

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“MISS MORGENDORFFER, THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO REPORT TO MY OFFICE BEFORE I EXPEL YOU FOR DISRESPECTING THE SCHOOL CHAIN OF COMMAND, REPORT TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY”

Jane watched Daria eat for a while then asked “isn’t it a good idea to not get expelled if you want to go to college?” “Usually, but our esteemed principal does not have the right to expel a student under these circumstances, I’d win an appeal in a pinch” “if you say so”

Over at the fashion clubs table, Sandi and Stacy ate in silence.

A boy approached “mind if I sit here?” Sandi looked him over and nodded, the boy then asked “if you don’t mind me asking, … I dated Tiffany a few times, but didn’t have any idea she would do this, I mean, I’ll stop talking about her if it’s uncomfortable subject matter, but, … ”

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“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND FUCKING CAVITY SEARCHES?” “You’re in a government agency, please use proper grammar” the ATF agents where underwhelming the principal with confidence.

“Okay, whatever, just-” “damn it, what did I just say about your grammar? This is so embarrassing” “I’ll say, my superior is the only agent in the united states who finds bad grammar more embarrassing than inappropriate use of invasive procedures, … I HOPE”

Angela had had enough of this “excuse me, not meaning to interrupt or do anything rude, but, … CAN YOU ARREST HER OR NOT?” “Not without cause, and we don’t have any, AND WE GOT INTO TROUBLE GIVING HER A CAVITY SEARCH BEFORE, REMEMBER? THE THING IN HIGHLAND, THE JOINT SUIT LED BY HER MOTHER, REMEMBER?”

Angela just messaged her temples and said “get out, … ” after they where still there for a further half a minute, she screamed “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUUUUUUUT!!!” they left.

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“So, it’s a date then?” the boy, Jonathon Chapel, asked Stacy, who replied “oh yes, 7pm?” “I can do that, great, see you then” gets up and leaves.

Sandi waited until he was out of earshot before she said “thank god for that, I was beginning to think people where starting to think we where gay or something” “yeah, you don’t think we’re going to attract Tiffanies wrath by going out with her former dates, do you?”

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Daria was walking home, having been expelled for not putting up with Lis bullshit, when more shit landed on her.

“Hello, Ms Morgendorffer” Daria froze, a flash of rage appeared and disappeared on her face before she turned to face him.

“You may not remember me-” “of course not, how could I remember the twat who ordered their assistant to not stop until she felt teeth?” “Very good, very good-” “it’s your fault you got fired, if you hadn’t become such a liability for your agency-” “what? I wasn’t fired”

This stunned Daria “what? … Even bush would have fired you, how did you not fit fired? We won a massive lawsuit against the ATF, oh, I get it, your pay has been docked until the lawsuit is paid off, right?”

The agent looked totally lost at this point “uhhh, … never mind” he walks off.

Daria watched him disappear around the corner, then continued on home.

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Darkness crawled across the land, the midnight hour was close at hand, … well, okay, 6 and a half hours isn’t exactly close, but the instant it’s dark, Tiffany was in tir air again, headed to Lawndale to resume her plan.

She was going to land on the lake and hide the vehicle on the shore line of a nearby lake, and this time she was going to abandon it, she would need something a lot faster to escape this time, she had just the vehicle for the job in mind.

She’d be able to use it only once, but it would give her a decent escape radius and would have her out of there in a pinch, she could build it while her agent is going around making the purchases, she would keep the instruments she had used in this vehicle.

She was aware that the police where probably still combing the whole state for her, but she had no choice, she didn’t know anyone other than those she had met in Lawndale, therefore, it had to be one of them for this to work.

Once again, she started her descent, turning off the engine for an unpowered landing.

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It had been a good date so far, Stacy had enjoyed the dinner, and although the movie was of an unfashionable genre, Stacy like it, … well, she was feeling good throughout it, they had left the movie theatre and where driving home.

They stopped, this wasn’t either of their homes, this was a clearing in the forest, Jonathon asked Stacy how she was feeling, Stacy mewed in contentment, for some reason, she had lost the ability to form words, she felt very warm and relaxed.

Jonathon turned to y any and approached for a kiss, holding short it try to wait for her to say something, then he went in, Stacy wasn’t sure this was what she wanted and tried to say as much, but for some reason couldn’t.

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Tiffany got the aircraft concealed, and had removed the instruments and APU for use on the emergency escape vehicle.

She had to find a suitable location in order to set this up, she had remembered some of the boys at school talking about an abandoned structure in this area, if it was indeed abandoned, and it was structurally sound, it would do.

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The phone rang at the Rowe house, Mrs Rowe answered it “Hello?” “Hi, it’s Sandi, is Stacy there?” “No, she’s on a date, she’s with Jonathon Chapel, is there anything you’d like me to tell here when she gets back?”

There was a pause before the girl answered “no, I’ll talk to her tomorrow”

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Stacy was less sure she wanted to do what it looked like Jonathon wanted to do, but hadn’t had the opportunity to speak out, and she couldn’t seem to exert the force needed to get him to stop.

It was making her feel good, sort of sleepy happy relaxed kinda good, but she shouldn’t, but he just had this effect on her, his hands slipped under her tee-shirt, and his kissing shifted from her mouth to her neck.

He reclined the seat, but any initial alarm she felt was again lost to the sleepy feeling of contentment that was buzzing around her card board vasci- … … the thing with the heart and veins that blood runs through, god she sucked at science.

She apparently sucked at doing what she felt she needed to do, she kept trying to tell him to stop, but couldn’t, she was that lost in her lust, which was only increasing as he pushed her bra up and squeezed her breasts.

Then his phone rang, he answered it, he politely said he’d ring back, and removed the batteries from his phone, he apologised for nearly ruining the moment and returned to what he was doing.

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Tiffany had the location now and legged it, she had acquired some sedatives before returning to Lawndale to facilitate what she had to do, on the plus side, these people would come with some wheels, but if she didn’t get a move on, …

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He exposed her breasts and started sucking on her nipples, as he kept one hand on her breasts, and the other was … unbuckling her belt and she had to stop this now, she still couldn’t form words, and her efforts to physically stop him where more like foreplay.

He opened her fly and slipped his hand under her panties, that got the adrenaline going, but he started kissing her on the mouth again before she could say something, her words came out as moans that she knew would be interpreted as “please have sex with me”

He was working her slit, increasing the heat and, … there was a grenade launcher at his head, he stopped what he was doing and looked up.

The person with the grenade launcher, out of Stacies view, reached in with a syringe and injected him with a clear fluid into the … neck, he fell asleep, lowering himself onto her gently in his last few seconds of consciousness.

The person with the grenade launcher came into view, it was Tiffany, Stacy realised the grenade launcher was in fact a normal gun with some sort of built in silencer, Tiffany was dressed hat hat looked like an army costume, complete with a utility belt and ... goggles of some kind.

Stacy, while also dazed by the recent foreplay, was also pinned by Jonathon’s sleeping mass, and was also half naked, Jonathon had also kept his hand at her privates, this was incredibly embarrassing, plus this was one of Tiffanies regular dates, she might feel just a little betrayed about that.

Tiffany got another syringe and squeezed out the air and what looked like a large part of the contents with it, and injected Stacy in the neck, sending her off to sleep.

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Tiffany might have a problem, she was fairly certain she had gotten there before he had raped her, but he was well into feeling her up, so he might now be unsuitable for the task at hand.

She slung the weapon and pulled Jonathon off of Stacy, noting his hand was still down her knickers, she placed him on the floor in the back, she then redressed Stacy and placed her in the back on top of him.

She then went to the boot and got out a blanket, she used it to cover them to A: reduce their ability to see road signs and shit, and B: so it would look sus suspicious.

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“Hello?” “Hi, it’s Sandi, is Stacy there?” “No, sorry, she’s still not back, it’s a bit late now” “okay, just tell her to call me when she gets back, Okay?” “Sure” “thanks”

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Tiffany finished tying Jonathon to the floor, she had dropped them here, gone to a general store that did a little of everything, stolen some tools and other things she would need for her escape vehicle, and, of course, the chains and ropes she would need, and returned.

She already had the smelling salts and some bondage gear before coming here.

She had set up two lengths of chain from the floor to the ceiling and had used wide fleece lined leather cuffs to attach Stacies hands to them, the position Stacy was in was a kneeling position supported by her outstretched arms.

She had also used a bishop ball gag (in addition to the ball, there’s a leather flap that can be strapped across to cover her mouth completely, Tiffany used this to take the load off the balls straps so there wouldn’t be any marks on her face) to stop Stacy from pleading wher her orally.

She would need to get her message across and knew it would distress Stacy to see what she was about to see.

Jonathon had been silenced with the biggest penis gag she could swipe, and was restrained with 6mm steel rope in addition to the wires holding his fingers flat against the pieces of plywood she had found here, she was going to enjoy this, it was good that this asshole had been Stacies date.

She opened the bottle of smelling salts and woke Jonathon, who reacted to seeing Tiffany with panic, his eyes followed her to Stacy, who was also restrained, but her restraints looked more comfortable to him, and was fairly certain her mouth wasn’t filled with a big rubber bell end like his was.

Stacy gasped in reaction to the salts, she looked around with a sense of panic, she saw Tiffany in front of her, and her date tied to the floor with steel wire, she stood up and watched Tiffany, waiting for her to say or do something.

“Hi Stacy, how are you feeling?” Stacy took a moment to figure out how she could answer this with this … device strapped to her face, she just gave a thumbs up, given how most people who have encountered Tiffany lately ended up, she didn’t feel like she had the right to complain.

“So, I see you where on a date, you like this guy here?” Stacy nodded “good, because I need you to do some things, some highly illegal things, mostly, you will be purchasing equipment for me, I was going to do this myself, but I am now on the FBIs most wanted list.

Now, this is probably unnecessary at this point, but, … ” she got a bradawl and a lump hammer and sat on Jonathons crotch facing his right hand, she positioned the bradawl on the joint between the tip and mid phalanges (finger bones) of the pinkie finger.

As she lifted the hammer Stacy turned away “if you don’t watch this, I’ll have to do this again” Stacy reluctantly turned back and watched.

Tiffany nodded and brought the hammer down, Jonathons muted cry adequately communicated his distress as Tiffany then placed the tip of the bradawl side on and hammered it through further separating the bones.

Tiffany pushed the tip phalanges with the bradawl away from the rest of the finger until the tendons gave way, blood poured from the wound, Tiffany got one of those wire ties normally used to close food bags and used it to tie the torn skin over the wound.

Stacy was mesmerised by this, she also felt like she was about to puke, Tiffany saw this and came over to her, she picked up a bucket and removed the gag, holding her head over the bucket, but eventually she stopped heaving, and stood up, staring at Tiffany.

“Okay, I’m going to have to gag you again, then we’re going to take a little trip, I will give you a more complete briefing when we arrive at our destination, okay?” Stacy nodded, and Tiffany put the gag back in.

She then took one of Stacies hands and brought it to the other behind her back, she then united the cuffs and detached them from the chain, and began to lead Tiffany out, but then she stopped “oh, another thing, I placed high explosive charges under the floor under his legs.

I can fire them by remote, if the plan is irretrievably fucked, I will fire them by remote, the blast will fatally wound him, he will be dead before anyone can get to him, okay?” Stacy nodded and they continued out.

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There was a knock on the door, Linda answered “Stacy? What are you doing here at this time?” “Yeah, sorry to intrude, but I need a lift home” Linda sighed Sandi appeared at the top of the stairs “Hi Stacy, what are you doing here?”

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Tiffany was waiting in the research lab next to the molecular magnetic resonance machine, waiting for the results, she hoped she wouldn’t have to shoot a rent-a-cop or a janitor, she really didn’t need the attention at this time.

She had to find out for sure, when she had arrived at the scene, she had seen Stacies drowsy state, it could have been from exhaustion, but she doubted it.

That was why she had dumped half the syringe before injecting her, and the fact that the dose she had administered was enough to do it increased her suspicions further.

There where two samples she was processing, one was of Stacies blood plasma, she wasn’t certain it was such a good idea to include blood cells in the sample, the other was from a little squirt bottle he had in his jacket pocket.

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“I’m sure it was nothing you did, I mean, some guys are just jerks, you know what I mean?” Stacy nodded, Sandi had seemingly bought the line she had fed her, hopefully Tiffanies conditions will be met.

The story was that he had tried to feel Stacy up against her will, and when she resisted, he started shouting abuse, and then at her request, took her home, but got the address wrong and threatened to beat the crap out of her when she tried to point it out.

Part of it was true, except she hadn’t communicated her discomfort with the idea of having sex with him, she had just, … she wasn’t sure what that was, only that the effect was she was unable to resist him, it was like she was in a trance.

Tiffany had explained how Stacy was to go about getting the parts, she had to avoid drawing attention to herself, so she couldn’t skip school to do this, she had to do this on weekends, Tiffany had provided phoney credentials including a drivers licence, HGV licence, cheque book and cheque guarantee card.

A drivers licence was one thing, she could blag her way through any supposed knowledge gap between a learning permit and a full licence, but a frikkin’ HGV licence???

Tiffany had explained that she would be using a flat bed truck in some instances, and had provided information on the operation and basic anatomy of an articulated lorry, but this still seemed ridiculous, then there where the items she was to purchase.

The first items she was to purchase where sheets of aluminium and titanium, cylinders of argon and a … TIG machine??? What does the TIG stand for? Apparently she would be told over the coming week.

Tiffany had put a time scale of three weeks on the whole operation, that could be enough time for her to go to the cops, but Tiffany had said that the drop off point for the goods had thermoptic sensors and biorhythm sensors.

Apparently that meant she could detect body heat and the electrical disturbances humans emit.

She had also claimed that she had hacked into the CIA and NSAs satellite constellations, and would know about any phone calls between government departments, and a whole bunch of other shit that went way over her head.

Oh, and Tiffany had installed two electronic armbands that each included a bug, ECG, and tamper alarms.

There was no way she could do anything to the device without Tiffany knowing about it, and there was no way she could have a conversation with someone else about this without her knowing about it.

The device would also read nerve impulses, so any writing or typing, and Tiffany would know what she was doing.

At least they looked nice.

What the fuck is a TIG machine?

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Tiffany got back to the cabin, with the results of the scan.

She had found GHB in both the squirt bottle and the blood sample, he had spiked her drink earlier on the date, and was in the process of raping her, it seems that if Tiffany hadn’t needed Stacy, Stacy would be on her way to teen motherhood.

Or suicide, that girl depended on others for her self esteem, she wouldn’t have figured out she had been drugged and have blamed herself for letting him do it, she would have been too embarrassed to seek emergency contraception or purchase a pregnancy test risking discovery by her parents.

She would have feared being mobbed by religious fuckheads if she terminated the pregnancy, and would have feared judgement by her parents and friends if they ever found out she had had sex.

That sounded familiar, but Tiffany was different because she had an alternative that didn’t involve telling anyone about it, she may have been hazy on legal details on the supply of female birth control devices and options, but the technology of intruder alarms was something she could handle.

Stacy, on the other hand, would have been two kinds of fucked.

Tiffany removed the penis gag from Jonathons mouth and said “what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Excuse me?” “Your behaviour’s just been outright atrocious” “err, yeah, ‘cos all you did was abduct and mutilate me” “what about what you where doing with Stacy?” “What? She was up for it”

Tiffany produced the printouts form the MMR machine “only because you drugged her, I found GHB in her bloodstream and in this-” she produced the little bottle “-bottle right here, you had this in your pocket, what? Didn’t expect her to pretend it didn’t happen like I did?”

He just laughed, and said “you could have resisted-” “YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT AT THE TIME, you thought I was stupid to the point of being unable to give informed consent, if I had given it at all” “so why didn’t you report me? Huh? Answer that?” “Self preservation, how does that excuse your actions?”

He couldn’t justify himself.

“Here’s a question: now that I have you under my control, why shouldn’t I take revenge?” “Because you need me relatively unharmed for Stacy to do your bidding” “how would she find out if I leave no external marks?” “What do you mean?” Tiffany walked to a cabinet and retrieved something.

Jonathon watches as she returned with a defribulator and a device that was plugged into the mains.

Said device was a length of wire with the tip exposed and bent back on itself a couple of times, and soldered, this lead back to the original outer sheath where the other wire was bared, coiled and soldered.

This lead back to an inline switch, which was connected to a junction box with a light bulb in series with this device, and then to the mains.

She knelt over his head, placing the defribulator to one side, and produced another device from her pocket, it was a set of dental forceps, the kind used to force peoples mouths open “do I need to use this?” his mouth clamped shut “take that as a yes then”

She managed to push his jaw down far enough with the heel of her palm to allow the device in, and opened his mouth so wide that he couldn’t avoid bruising his gums, then she proceeded to force the wire down his oesophagus.

Once both the tip and the coil where in his oesophagus, she changed her position to sitting on his chest and explained “the device lodged in your gullet is a fribulator, for want of a better label.

It does the opposite of-” she placed a hand on the defribulator near by “-this, I could go into a highly detailed explanation about cardiology and the chemical clock, but surmised for our purposes, electricity across the heart goes like this: DC good, AC bad, now, … ”

She grabs the switch and slowly nudges it until it flies closed, instantly causing him immense pain, his scream was short lived because all his chest muscles had clamped down, Tiffany let the current flow for 10 seconds and shut it off.

“Tiffany, you bitch, you fucking vindictive bitch” “that doesn’t sound like begging to me, you’re in a state of cardiac fribulation.

That means you’re having a heart attack, it’s a painful way to go, I will wait until you lose consciousness, then, I will revive you.

And once I am certain your fit to go through this again, I will give you another heart attack, wait until you lose consciousness again, revive you, etcetera, etcetera.

But, if you’re really nice, I might stop giving you heart attacks for a while”

Jonathon had a look of fear as he faded out of consciousness, Tiffany didn’t expect to be disappointed from her expectations when he came back.

She was also aroused by this, so much so that her crotch was soaked in vaginal secretions, and since she sitting on his chest, he probably felt and smelt it, Tiffany didn’t have a problem with this, him knowing she was enjoying this would make him beg harder.

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The weekend came along, and it was time for Stacy to fulfil her tasks, that boys life was depending on her, she had figured out what to tell her mother, that she was going on a hike, she would be back by nightfall.

She decided to go with her denim look, that would look casual enough for someone who would be driving a van around all day, Tiffany had given her the relevant documentation to purchase a van flat out.

Tiffany had briefed her on each item she was to collect each night, the TIG Machine was for welding, Tiffany had a generator, the argon was for the machine to create a gas shield with.

Other accessories included ceramic nozzles to direct the gas shield, a pedal to control the power, a light activated visor, spare electrodes, a special grinder for the repair of electrodes, she now knew what to buy if she wanted to join bits of metal together.

It was all structural materials this time around.

She had no idea what she would be buying next week, but she knew Tiffany needed her to know by then to be able to buy the equipment.

She entered the show room and started looking over the first Transit she came across.

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Tiffany was working on the engine of her latest creation, the engine would be formed from two halves because she needed access to the inside in order to apply the refractory layers, then she needed to assemble them and build the rest of the aircraft around it.

She had decided to use propane again, she had stolen another canister from the marina, and had taken the fuel system from her pulsejet-powered vehicle including the regulators from the empty cans.

It would have to feed the gas into this engine a lot faster, but she didn’t anticipate a problem with that, she found that the pulse jet couldn’t take more than half the fuel sprays capacity without stalling, even at speed, besides, she would be at a much higher altitude this time.

She would also have a fixed throttle, for the simple reason that she would want as much distance as soon as possible.

The launch system would be built after the rest of the vehicle.

She should have started this sooner, but Jonathon had distracted her, by making her want to torture him, … she couldn’t not find that irony amusing, but something else was bothering her about her actions.

The fact was she had been way more sadistic than he had been, and her decision not to report it, although unavoidable in her view, had probably rewarded his actions, made him think the Kristen Archives cliché was true.

That still didn’t excuse what he did the first time though, and she felt she had every right to take at least some sort of revenge, but there was still the effect this would have on Stacy to consider.

Stacy, to Tiffanies knowledge, while usually scared of everything, was a good guy, she wanted to do what was right, and was clearly appalled at Tiffanies actions, this would make her sympathetic towards him, which was good for now, but he could misuse this trauma to draw Stacy in.

Tiffany hoped she could resolve this problem, it would have to wait until after all the materials had been delivered.

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Stacy arrived at the drop off point, where Tiffany was waiting, with Jonathons car, which had a cart hooked up to it.

Tiffany entered the van and looked everything over, and then asked Stacies help in moving it to the cart.

They where able to fit half the stuff in the cart, this was the welding gear, and the aluminium and titanium pre-cut shapes.

“Can I see Jonathon?” Stacy asked “don’t you trust me?” “I can’t, not completely, I need to see he’s alive” “alright, but you must be restrained, gagged, and concealed from view on the way over” “okay”

Stacy remembered the last time she had been transported in this manner, Tiffany had her lie in the boot, and had put more leather cuffs on her ankles and attached them to her wrist cuffs.

And the movement had been scary, she had bounced around in there along with the toolbox she feared would collide with her.

But she had to check he was still alive, that would ensure he was needed until the end.

And then what? … When Tiffany had what she wanted, what would happen to Jonathon?

Tiffany had, in addition to cutting off one of his fingertips, restrained him in what looked like the most painful manner she could devise, Stacies own bondage, which Tiffany was applying now, was almost un-noticeable, except for the restricted movement and inability to talk.

Tiffany applied the cuffs to her wrists and joined them behind her back, and then produced the gag, which she kept in a plastic bag when not in use, the ball tasted of alcohol, possibly to keep it sterile, it sent a warm buzz through her system as Tiffany secured it to her head.

Tiffany then opened the boot of the car and sat Stacy in it, helping her lie down, before applying the ankle cuffs and joining them to her wrists bef before, she then closed the boot.

Stacy waited until the engine started, and then it began.

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“Daria, this is serious, if this isn’t resolved, my popularity would be ruined” “oh, your popularity, I thought it was just someone’s life at stake here” that made Sandi pout and Jane grin, but Daria was concerned that something was indeed up.

“What does Stacy have to say about this?” “I don’t know, she was away all the weekend, and came back tired, in fact, since Jonathon went missing, she’s been a little distracted” “you said she told you he acted like an asshole?” “Yes” “maybe he thought she had told the cops about him and fled the country”

That made Daria think of another fugitive she thought would have fled the country instead of coming back to Lawndale.

“Think she’s back?” Jane asked, reading Darias mind, Sandi was about to ask when Daria said “I can’t think of any reason why Tiffany would be back again, so I’mnkinnking yes, she is here”

Sandi looked perplexed “what does this have to do with Stacies date?” “What do we know about him?” “He used to be on of Tiffanies regular dates” “maybe she needed him for something, he could be a partner in criminal activities or her preparations to flee, … how is Tiffany going to live on the run anyway?”

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The boot opened, Tiffany gently helped Stacy out, Stacy wasn’t convinced Tiffany had any road signs to be concerned about her seeing, the whole route seemed to be off road.

Her feet where freed from each other and she was led to the cabin, the first thing Stacy noticed upon arrival was the smell of faeces combined with urine, Jonathons trousers where stained from the crotch down the backs of his legs, his eyes showed extreme terror.

Stacy was uncertain weather or not Tiffany was torturing him behind her back, he might be concerned that Tiffany was about to further demonstrate her will to cause harm, Stacy might never find out.

Tiffany led her to one of the chains and sat her down, chaining her wrists near the floor, she then removed the gag and asked “do you have any questions about his condition?”

She was concerned that Tiffany could react to her questions in a way that deliberately makes things worse, but she had to try “I noticed his trousers are soiled, are you aware that if you do not remove them, that life threatening injuries could occur?”

“Oh yeah,houlhould take care of that I guess” “I know I am in no position to enforce my requests, but I would request that you not torture him further than you have to, because if my efforts do not protect him, then why am I helping you?”

Stacy was slightly alarmed at how some of what she said could possibly provoke Tiffany to further mutilate Jonathon, she had an idea “in fact, I request an alternative first resort before you do something to him, I request you torture me first”

She experienced a wave of fear just after she said this, Tiffany looked at her weirdly and asked “are you NUTS?”

Stacy was questioning her own sanity at this point, but something in her made her nod her head.

Tiffany stood back and looked off in thought “please, if I do something punish me first”

Tiffany reviewed her knowledge of Stacy.

This wasn’t outside of her profile, Stacies main fear was of failing the expectations of others, own own welfare came second, maybe she wasn’t as timid as Tiffany thought.

Tiffany squatted in front of Stacy, grabbing her by her ears and staring her straight in the eyes, and asked “do you have any idea what it is you are asking me to do to you?” “Yes” “no, you don’t” she produced the gag again.

“Wait, I want some assurance that-” Tiffany shushed her, holding her attention with her finger as she held up the gag again, Stacy opened her mouth to receive it.

Tiffany placed it back in her mouth, and buckled it, this time pulling as hard as she could, painfully squeezing the skin between the mouth cover and her gums, also pushing her jaw down, this change worried Stacy.

Tiffany detached Stacys wrists from the chain and brought her to her feet, and led her to a position between the chains off to the side, Tiffany sat her down and laid her back, she then pulled each ankle to a chain, attaching them a foot off the floor, now Stacy was getting afraid for herself.

She then removed Stacies shoes, then her socks, she ran her fingers up and down her soles, Stacy convulsed and figured this was a bad sign.

Tiffany left Stacy like this and returned with a roll of foil and a couple of metres of wire, she tore off some A5 sized sheets of foil and wrapped them around Stacies feet, tucking it between the first and second toes.

She then stripped about 5cm of the wire of it’s insulation and wound it around one of her first toes, she covers the whole thing with her sock, cutting the wire about 30cm from her ankle.

After doing the same thing with the other foot, she put her shoes back on, and walked out of Stacies view again.

There was no way Stacy couldn’t know what Tiffany was doing or simulating.

A while later, Tiffany returned with a length of twin 1mm2 flex rigged to a junction box which had one lead going to a lightbulb socket, and another to an inline switch which fed two lengths of single wire which where long enough to reach both her feet.

Tiffany attached the wires to her feet and retrieved a light bulb from her pocket “your bodies own electrical resistance is not enough to prevent a fatal injury to occur from mains voltage, I need to put a light bulb in series with your body for it to be non-lethal”

She inserted the bulb into the socket, which she hung from a link in the chain by threading a loop through the link and pulling the bulb through it.

She picked up the switch and held it into view, Stacies eyes communicated fear, Tiffanies eyes, in contradiction of the impression she was trying to make, communicated remorse.

Stacy was too distracted to notice the switch move and was uncertain at first as to why her legs and lower torso throbbed in pain, and why there was a screaming noise coming from close by.

Then she noticed how much pain she was in, and that there was a dull red glow in the light bulb, Tiffany shut off the current after 10 seconds, and Stacy realised she had been arcing her back the whole time, because she landed hard on her arms.

Her legs twisted awkwardly inwards as they where exhausted from the effort they had involuntarily exerted, and she noticed a damp feeling between her legs, that was spreading down to her back, Stacy knew instantly that she had lost bladder control.

Tiffany then left to do something.

Stacy tried to sit up, to ease the strain on her legs somehow, but it was useless, every position she achieved was painful.

Tiffany eventually returned and removed the light bulb, pocketing it, Stacy hoped this was over, but was disappointed when Tiffany put another light bulb in the socket and picked up the switch again.

She started begging Tiffany (as best she could) not to do this, but Tiffany again switched on the current, this was a lot more intense, about 10 more seconds later, Tiffany shut it off again, Stacy was still in considerable pain and was crying hysterically as Tiffany left again.

Some time later, Tiffany returned, Stacy was begging her as hard as she could, Tiffany changed the bulb again, and picked up the switch, letting Stacies struggles peak before again turning on the current, again, her back arced, her tired muscles lifted her up against her will.

She crashed to the floor again, hearing Tiffany walk away again.

Every time Tiffany returned, she changed the bulb and turned on the current, Stacy doubted that Tiffany was increasing the power now, after all, how many different power levels do bulbs come in?

She was in serious agony now, her legs felt dead, and she had probably defecated herself, she couldn’t tell, the pain drowned out any tactile sensation she would have otherwise felt.

She heard the footsteps approach again, the last couple of times, she had not watched Tiffany approach, her eyes had been clamped shut.

The footsteps came closer, and she felt hands lift her head and unbuckle the gag.

She managed to open her eyes enough to see Tiffany squatting over her as the gag was removed from her mouth, she begged Tiffany to stop hurting her.

“Would you still rather have this happen to you than to the hostage?” “Yes, I would” she still couldn’t stop herself from saying that, what the fucking hell was wrong with her? Tiffany put the gag back in, and said “get up” what??? Tiffany stood to one side and lifted Stacies body.

Stacy then realised her legs had been released from the chains, and the foil and wires removed, lying off to the side, she had to see it to know it.

Tiffany lifted her and carried her to a position next to a bathtub, she removed the ankle cuffs and her jeans and knickers, which where thoroughly soiled, Tiffany then lifted Stacy and sat her in the bathtub.

She pulled Stacys jacket back and lifted Stacys tee shirt and bra over her head, bunching them next to her wrist cuffs, she then threaded a chain underneath the bathtub.

She threaded one end through a link making a noose, which she placed over Stacys head, she pulled the noose tight enough to capture Stacys head and she then locked the end to the chain descending the other side of the bathtub, Tiffany then removed all of Stacys restraints, and left.

Stacy sat there, wondering weather or not she should remove the gag, she was afraid to do anything that might irritate Tiffany at this time, she tried to get comfortable, but the chain kept her neck level with the rim of the bathtub, and her legs where still dead weight.

Dead weight, what if her legs are actually dead now? They might have to be amputated, then how will her trousers fit?

Plus she’d need one of those geeky wheelchairs, damn it!

She kept trying to move her legs, Tiffany eventually returned with a hose and a bottle of shower gel.

She gave Stacy the bottle of shower gel and said “we only have cold water here, but if you return home smelling of shit, someone’s going to ask questions you will be unable to answer, can you move your legs yet?” Stacy tried again, and shook her head.

Tiffany knelt next to the bathtub and grabbed one of Stacies legs, lifting it into the air, flexing it, she started massaging the sole of her foot and asked “feel anything” Stacy shook her head.

“Okay, I’ll come back to you after I’ve cleaned your trousers, I’ll lend you a pair of my panties to save time” she left with the hose.

Stacy remembered Daria and Jane discussing how Tiffany knew when her nitro would explode, she wondered if Tiffany really knew what she was doing with the torture she had inflicted on her, had Tiffany really got it right?

Tiffany needed Stacy to be able to walk to fulfil her part of the deal, not just operationally, but because her sudden inability to walk would draw attention, and keep her in the hospital for a couple of months.

From what she could see of her toes, there where no visible burns, but that didn’t eliminate the possibility that about half of her central nervous system was toast.

She decided to try to find out how bad it was, she pinched herself at the knee level (as far as she could reach chained like this), and worked her way back to her crotch, she had feeling from the mid thigh upwards.

Some of the area in her crotch was slimy, she sniffed it, and determined that it was vaginal lubricant, she didn’t have to be a doctor to realise that it was probably due to the current passing through her gentles, and not any sexual massive, … that thing where you like pain.

She eventually noticed her toes moving, she tried to move her legs again, they moved a little, but it required enormous effort, she kept moving them, hoping this would help.

Tiffany returned and saw Stacy moving her legs and said “it’s aliiiiive” in a rather melodramatic voice.

Stacy started crying again, this was all a big joke to Tiffany.

“Oh, … er, … sorry, … let’s get you cleaned up now, shall we? If you could apply the gel as I apply the water, okay?” Stacy nodded.

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“I’m afraid Stacy’s out at the moment, would you like to wait inside?” “Yes” Daria and Sandi entered, Sandi said “we’ll wait in her room” “did Stacy say you could?” “Yeah, she’s cool with it” “alright then” they went to Stacies room.

“So, Daria, what do we look for?” Daria shrugged “that’s not reassuring” “yeah, well this is my first time doing something like this” “you weren’t looking for something when you figured out what happened with Tiffanies hair”

“That was different, okay, Tiffany was about as vocal as a silent movie, but Stacy, you should notice something unusual about, you’ve been up here more often then me, right?” “Yes” “okay then, anything look off?”

After about a minute of standing around looking at their surroundings, Sandis answer was “no”

“Hmm, … check her school bag”

Sandi started looking through it, and came up with something “since when does Stacy need to know about welding or van purchases?”

Daria looked at what Sandi had found, a library book, ‘modern welding techniques’ (printed in the 1970s), and a more recent publication, an issue of ‘Which? Utility vehicle’.

“Hmm, … try her wardrobe” Daria started leafing through the magazine, there where no page markers, nothing to indicate what Stacy was looking for in there.

Daria turned to the welding book, some of the page corners where folded, one was in the arc welding techniques section, looking at the use of TIG machines, another looked at current settings for arc welding, covering the formulae for various apps.

Was Stacy looking at becoming a freelance blacksmith?

Sandi returned “there’s nothing unusual in there, should we check her computer?”

Daria pondered this, and said “sure, but any passwords, and we stop immediately” “okay”

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Stacy was fully dressed again, her trousers felt a little stiff having been dried over a space heater after a wash without the use of fabric softeners, but she could move, … well, not very far, with all the bondage gear and all.

To dry her ass, Tiffany had told Stacy to roll over onto hands and knees, and towelled off Stacys ass, which doesn’t do much beyond dry you if you’re a baby, but after puberty, … Stacy found it extremely difficult to not finish what the towel had started.

It was easier after Tiffany removed her from the bathtub.

This first entailed cuffing Stacys hands behind her back, which meant more back strain to avoid choking to death, then the chain was unlocked, and Tiffany walked her onto a towel, and dried her lower legs and feet.

Then her lower half was dressed, and she was walked over to the chains, her wrists where attached to their separate chains, and each item of clothing was put on one arm, then the other arm threaded tgh, gh, each item was adjusted and smoothed down like Stacy was a mannequin.

Once she was fully dressed, Tiffany took her out to the car, she was packed in the boot like before, and driven back to the drop off point.

Tiffany finally removed the gag, Stacy then got out her field makeup kit and a pack of paper tissues and started wiping off all the saliva and snot that had accumulated.

She also had to do something about her eyes, they where raw as hell, for some reason, she was less fearful of Tiffany now, in fact, she felt some sort of bond, Tiffany left her to fix herself up and started moving the rest of the sheet metal into the cart.

Stacy had been tortured by Tiffany, and had felt absolute terror when Tiffany had approached to give her another shock, Stacy was also aware that this kind of torture actually happened to a lot of people around the world.

In spite of Sandis recommendation that she not watch documentaries, Stacy sometimes did, usually wild life, because, you know, furry animals, even when lions where tearing up zebras, they still looked cute, Stacy couldn’t figure out why.

But some of them explored stuff that scared the crap out of her, not just descriptions, but tours of disused prisons where the described acts happened, these programs gave her nightmares, yet she continued to watch them anyway, like she had a duty to hear this stuff.

Of course there was a difference, usually in addition to electrocution, there was beatings, burning, any number of additional vile acts, usually done without trisorisoners health in mind.

Tiffany, on the other hand, had been gentle, she had taken care to reduce the possibility of permanent or lasting injuries, and she had been polite and helpful when cleaning her up, her grip had been gentle when moving and restraining her.

Maybe this was an attempt at mind control.

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Tiffany had finished moving the shopping from the van, she came back to Stacy who had been standing there lost in thought, having completed the repairs to her makeup, Tiffany was uncertain what Stacy thought of her now.

She was also uncertain why she had decided to torture Stacy, it was an unnecessary waste of time, it might have traumatised Stacy in ways that may not be visible at this time.

Her experience would increase the likely hood of self harm or even suicide, the realisation of what effect this could have on Stacy hit her like a 200mm artillery shell.

Tiffany caught Stacys attention and asked “are you feeling any better now?” Stacy nodded and said “I should probably get home now” she closed the side door of the van and got in the drivers section, Tiffany followed and said “I’m sorry I tortured you, okay?”

Stacy nodded and started the engine, she drove off.

Tiffany watched her disappear into the forest and got back into the car and returned to the cabin.

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Sandi and Daria shut down the computer, hopefully they hadn’t left any clues regarding their presence, they had looked through just about everything in the computer, and had come up fuck all, nothing had indicated what Stacy might be up to if anything.

“So, now what?” Daria considered this and said “well, we don’t have much to go on, we can’t ask Stacy what’s going on without her getting rightfully incensed at us for intruding on her personal space”

“Ugh, incest?” “No, not, … never mind, the point is, the only way we’re going to find out what’s going on is by following Stacy covertly, there might not even be anything going on, but given the shit that’s been happening recently, we should definitely check it out”

“Right, so we should, what?” “Well, it would seem suspicious if we just leave without speaking to Stacy, but we shouldn’t probe her on our suspicions, we should also put her school stuff back the way it was when we got here” “right”

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Stacy arrived home, having parked the van in a lock up about a block away, her legs where feeling much better now, but felt like she had been running all day, she was just ready to collapse as soon as she got in, it was starting to get dark.

She entered the front door and was greeted by her mother, who said Sandi and Daria where waiting in her room, she thanked her and headed up there, she was slightly concerned they had found something suspicious in there.

She entered to find Sandi sitting at Stacys desk, and Daria sitting on the bed reading “Angel, Archangel”, its front cover had a weird looking jet or rocket plane with a NAZI cross on the tail, she wondered for a moment if Daria was a new NAZI, or something.

“Hi Stacy” “hi Sandi, Daria, … so, … what’s up?” Daria closed the book she was reading and pocketed it saying “we where wondering how you where doing, you know, since all that shit with Tiffany and Brittany going berserk” “oh, alright, actually”

“I was thinking of buying us pizza, you interested?” “Err, I would, but I’ve been walking around all day, and I’m kinda tired”

“Does that do anything for you?” “What, walking? Yeah, I guess” “sure we can’t tempt you into coming with us?” “Yes” “alright, see you tomorrow then” Daria and Sandi got up and left.

Stacy removed her shoes and collapsed onto the bed.

She had pretended to be a personal assistant Sara Blackworth working for a Mr Valquez of www.thingsthatfly.com, a fake aeronautical research company, she had purchased the van and equipment using checks in the companies name.

She had received funny looks when she had asked how dangerous argon was, Tiffany had mentioned that argon was an inert gas, but she knew nothing about chemistry.

They had said that as long as the air conditioning was going or a window was open, there shouldn’t be a problem, but she was still concerned about argon poisoning, they had said it was an ass-fixiant (huh???), then they had given up trying to explain it to her.

They where starting to lose patience with her when she was about to drive off with the stuff loose in the back of the van, having to provide her with ropes and those things with the lever that you move back and forth to tighten, she hoped that next weekend wouldn’t be as embarrassing.

She was pleased that the tasks had been completed to Tiffanies satisfaction, even though she knew she was aiding and albeit-ting, ... al, … helping a highly wanted fugitive, who had killed a lot of people, and would probably kill again in the future.

She was also aware that Tiffany might be trying to wash her brain, … whatever the phrase was, but she didn’t care about that, she had entered knowing that Tiffany was a bad guy, who will do bad things to that boy she has prisoner if she doesn’t do as Tiffany says.

She was concerned that Tiffany might kill the boy anyway, possibly even abduct Stacy for her own personal pleasure or to further wash her brain to turn her into her loyal sidekick, like that rubber coated guy in Pulp Fiction.

She replayed the torture in her head, and the bit that followed, she had been electrocuted into submission, and then she had been comforted and restored, Tiffany had cleaned her up, dressed her up, the whole thing was almost completely non-sexual if you discount the nudity and bondage.

Stacy decided to get some sleep, she wondered if she should stick the thong Tiffany had lent her in the wash or not.

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“There it is” “right” Kinsey had received a call about a strange aircraft parked on the shoreline of the lake, apparently some patrons of the rent-a-boat services at the marina had spotted it when they got close enough to see through the camouflage netting.

They got to thecrafcraft, and Kinsey noticed the strange assortment of markings on the surface, and the exposed and slightly oxidised weld beads, like it was made by a junkyard wars team.

They landed next to it and pulled off the netting, the aircraft had a twin tail, with off vertical rudders, all moving elevators and ailerons.

The angles at which the elevators met the fuselage where off centre, he guessed that it might have been built that way for a reduced RADAR signature, he noticed the cockpit had something resembling an X 15s canopy over it, and that there where no instruments in the cockpit.

There was also no power system, he started looking it over, he found two empty bays, and then noticed what looked like two gas cans with the tops cut off under the water.

“She’s back, isn’t she?” he said to himself.

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Tiffany propped the top half of the engine on the edge of the lower half, and gently lowered it down, she then walked around inspecting the grout that would contain the hot exhaust, not that the intake air would be exactly freezing.

She would use ratchet straps to squeeze the halves together, and would then scrape off the grout bead, she would later fill in the paper mache V, let that set, and layer more glass reinforced plastic over it.

She had made other modules while waiting for the paper mache to set, then the glass reinforced concrete, she had considered using loam because it was a tried and tested formula, but that would have to be baked, and she didn’t have the facilities for that, plus, horse shit, eww.

She liked the fibre reinforced plastics for their low density and RADAR transparency, but manufacturing stuff out of them was a bastard, she preferred working with metals because welding was quick and easy, that’s how she had completed that first aircraft so quickly.

She loved TIG welding, the arc was kinda pretty, there was no noise except the hiss of argon through the torch, it was sort of mesmerising, and you where usually guaranteed a good weld.

She had also constructed the rocket motor that would fill the engine while it brought the vehicle to mach 1.4, she had to mix fine grain black powder with resin.

She then had to mix in the hardener and get it into the motor case around the core before it set, using a concrete vibrator to hopefully get all the air out, she had made a test sample of the propellant to ensure that she knew how fast it would burn.

She knew how much energy it would have and the properties of the exhaust, she was as certain as she could be that the rocket would do what she wanted it to do, without blowing up.

She kept considering weather she should make a start with the aircraft she wanted to build now.

On the one hand, the sooner she started, she sooner it would be done, but on the other, she could be found out at any time, and she would need to be at least 2000 miles away ASAP to evade some very angry cops, which is what the escape vehicle would do.

She knew that if the supplies she had Stacy gathering got captured, they would have some idea what she was up to, and it would be even more difficult to begin again.

Any sales of aircraft parts would alert the Feds, and using cash for purchases exceeding $300 are always suspicious, hence the fake company and everything else she had created.

She had, as Stacy requested, removed Jonathons soiled trousers and pants and washed him down, she preferred him part way naked anyway, it allowed her to menace his genitals and anus, although she felt that she shouldn’t carry out any further torture on him.

Stacy, now there’s a kettle of fish, … where the fuck did that phrase come from? It’s like someone thought tea would taste better with essence of cod in it or something else equally bizarre, maybe all the pans where broke, as if they where anywhere near as complicated as a kettle.

But back to Stacy, she would be briefing Stacy on what she would need to know when purchasing a small truck, that would be needed for moving the engines for her main project, this would also be the part where she procures the rolls of carbon fibre and the resin for that.

And the final week, the van again, for the electrical systems and the rifles, plus around 1000 high velocity rounds.

She was considering not having Stacy pick up the rifles, it’s not like she was likely to need them anyway, but this would mean her not having to break into a hunting store later with the cops looking for her.

Tiffany had lied about the armbands reading nerve impulses, she didn’t have the parts to build something like that, at least not in a way that would fit in an armband.

All she could fit where the mike, ECG, transmitter, rudimentary tamper alarms and the power plant which consisted of wet cells and a pietzoelectric generator to recharge it, this was powered by Stacies arm movements, she could monitor any conversation she had.

She had heard her talking to Sandi and Daria when she had gotten back, she couldn’t realistically tell if they had exchanged notes of any kind.

Even if Tiffany had included a nerve reading bug, all Stacy had to do was nod and shake her head when Daria or Sandi presented written questions.

Had Daria and Sandi figured out what was going on? If they had, they could be attempting to investigate, they could be mounting a surveillance operation, if not the police, although Daria and Sandi might have phoned the police.

Tiffany had bugged the polices phone lines and was using her computers to monitor for keywords or phone calls coming from any of thlevalevant addresses, the conversations would be automatically routed to a receiver she had on her.

There was another problem, she had to program the computers she would be installing onto her main project, starting with the flight controls, then navigation, threat assessment, targeting, weapons management.

As soon as she had the thing flight capable, she would relocate and complete the programming there.

Could she be certain Stacy hadn’t grassed on her?

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“Daria, where are you?” “In a hotel in New York, look, this is really important, or I wouldn’t have bailed like this, okay?” “This is still not appropriate, legally I am still responsible for your welfare, do you understand me?”

“Yeah, I do, really, just please trust me on this, I can’t go too deep into details at this time, you will get a complete explanation when I return, okay?” Helen considered her options, she already had one daughter die, if Daria was also killed, that would end everything for her.

But Daria usually had a really good reason when she did something like this, she remembered when she had grounded her a while back, with a shudder and the dread of having to repress that memory again, there was no reason not to trust Daria on this.

“Alright, Daria, for now, but I want a more thorough explanation the next time you contact me, okay?” “Yes mom, thanks” then Daria hung up.

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“WHAT? NO WAY, I FORBID YOU TO DO THAT” “well tough shit motherrr, I am doing it, that’s all I’m going to be good for, and my looks won’t last, the sooner I start, the bigger my retirement fund will be, goodbye” “WAIT!” it was too late, Sandi hung up, Linda stared at the phone in shock.

A prostitute! Sandi wanted to be a fucking prostitute! All she’ll ever be good for, how long had her self-esteem been that low? Was she a particularly neglectful parent? What had caused Sandi to decide she would never succeed at anything other than turning tricks?

She threw the phone against the wall and screamed, she then punched the wall, kicked it, generally beating the crap out of it.

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Daria and Sandi where amazed, although Sandi was mortally embarrassed, telling her mother she had run off to be a prostitute? That was just plain sadistic.

Tiffany removed the batteries from the phones and threw them (batteries and phones) out the window, she then went back outside.

Daria and Sandi worked on their bindings, Tiffany had tied their shins foot to opposing knee, and forearms wrist to opposing elbow, and had put full ball gag harnesses on their heads, the harnesses still had the price tags on from ‘Naughty Natalies Fetish Store’.

Tiffany had removed Darias jacket and boots and Sandis trousers, this was probably so that Tiffany would know that the bindings where in fact secure, which they where.

Their harnesses had been locked onto the vertical chains, there was enough slack to allow Daria and Sandi to look around, but they couldn’t move anywhere.

They had seen Jonathon with his trousers, pants, and fingertip missing, this worried them.

The question is what has Stacy got to do with any of this? Daria and Sandi where parked across the road and a couple of houses down in Sandis car when Tiffany just popped up beside them with a silenced MP5 and injected them with sedatives without so much as a word.

They where then piled on top of each other in the back and covered with a blanket, and driven here, wherever here is, they had regained consciousness in this position, Tiffany had then called their parents and had accurately impersonated them, and fed them those lines.

Darias last reported position was somewhere in New York, that was the first place any search would initiate, and Sandi’s mum thinks she’s run off to become a prostitute, that could easily be in Lawndale, but could also be New York.

Linda would probably be searching every street known for kerb crawlers for Sandi.

This might even divert the polices search for Tiffany if they had been closing in on her.

They still didn’t know what Tiffany could possibly want with Stacy though.

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Tiffany had to do something that would distract the police from Lawndale, she had an idea, but that would depend on how right she was with her nuclear physics.

She had broken into another lab and was running a number of things at once: she was using one machine to mill out channels in blocks of Pyrex, another machine to coat some polystyrene film in silver, she was also making several circuits and assembling a number of lithium hydride charges.

Sometime tomorrow, a hotel room in New York and a bank would get the same kind of renovations the Marshal Islands underwent.

She should have towed the airplane out of the lake to the cabin and dismantled it there, but she was worried about leaving more tracks than she had to.

She would need to get some steel pipes, end caps, and black powder to make some rocket motors to do the bank.

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“Kinsey, go” “it’s McFright, we just got word from New York that some explosions have taken place, a hotel room and a bank, and Kinsey?” “Yeah?” “The weapons seemed to witnesses to be nukes, the rockets where too tiny to have packed the punch they did.

Get back here, I’m recalling everyone to continue work on the computer memories” “yes sir” Kinsey hung up and signalled everyone to converge on him.

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Tiffany got back to the cabin all smug, the police had been diverted from her area, the problem was that they would now redouble their efforts to find out Tiffanies secrets, but that should be long enough off for her to complete her project.

Daria and Sandi looked concerned when they saw Tiffany, which was understandable, … there was something she had to do, … oh yes.

She left, and returned with a drill and a 10cm hole saw, which she fitted to the chuck.

Grinning evilly, she approached Daria with the contraption, revving it, she set it down and turned Daria around the chain and then picked up the drill again, she could see the terror in Darias eyes, as she approached, and leant around the chain to drill the hole.

Daria was confused until Tiffany turned her back to Sandi, reached under Darias skirt and twisted her panties around her waist, she pulled the crotch to one side and explained “the alternative is adult diapers”

She did the same thing with Sandi, drilled the hole and pulled her panties around.

“I’ll give you water every two days, this is a security precaution to reduce the possibility of your escape before I’m done here, okay?” she left again.

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Tiffany spent the rest of the week preparing her escape vehicle, the propane tanks had been proven gas tight, she had since installed them, fitting the regulators behind where the seat would go.

She didn’t want to be fitting too many access panels to this vehicle because mating the edges was fucking difficult.

The external surface was totally covered in paper mache and then glass reinforced concrete, the control surfaces consisted of a set of foreplanes, these would control both pitch and roll.

She was concerned she wouldn’t be able to fit them in a way that they could move without letting too much heated air in, but she got it, the mechanical connections to the control column where difficult to install, but she got it.

The canopy was made from glass reinforced plastic, Pyrex oven dishes, and concrete, she had triple glazed the windows hoping that the whole thing would withstand the hypersonic airflow, but provided she stay above around 70,000ft, she should be fine.

She couldn’t pressurise the cockpit, so she would need a pressure suit, she had made one out of stolen fetish wear before returning to Lawndale, also procuring small compressed oxygen tanks and gas regulators, she wore this suit at all times under her normal clothes.

The helmet was kept on the seat once the seat was installed, it was a simple goldfish bowl type helmet, it would be fitted to the rest of the suit with an extra strong zipper, it only had to hold 20kPa against pressure at 70 angels, she was confident it would hold.

She had had to tell Stacy about Sandi and Daria, but had explained that they where just being held to deny the police intelligence, and would not be used as hostages like Jonathon.

Occasionally she had to move the prisoners and hostage around, untie them, or they’d get pressure sores, also feeding them, she had fed Jonathon intravenously, but Sandi and Daria, she fed water and a sugar solution.

The first time she had fed them, she did Daria first, after she’d been fed, she started asking questions about why they where being held, Tiffany answered what she felt was safe for them to know, but she wanted to limit the intelligence they had.

Daria wouldn’t let Tiffany put the gag back in.

“Don’t make me torture you” said Tiffany, Sandi pleaded with Daria to co-operate from behind her gag, as Daria continued her attempt to interrogate Tiffany.

Tiffany gave up on securing Darias co-operation after Daria had said “you’re the bad guy, you’re supposed to tell your prisoners everything, have you no respect for tradition?”

She had to assert her authority over the prisoners, and didn’t want to rough them up too much, so she left, and returned with Sandis belt, a roll of foil, and the torture device she had used on Stacy.

The first thing she applied was the belt, she had wrapped the wire around the midpoint and then used the wire to increase the contact area, this went around Darias waist.

The next thing she had to do was secure Darias feet some distance away, because otherwise she could bring her legs into contact with the chain, this would have the effect of reducing the resistance, and could fuck up Tiffanies calculations.

Darias feet where tied to the chain Sandi was attached to, and then the foil, wire, and socks where applied, Daria was more pliant after the first shock, though still sarcastic, Tiffany had gotten the gag back in, but she wasn’t stopping the torture until she was certain Daria had got the message.

10 second shocks every 5 minutes times 10, all that seemed to do was get her mad, Tiffany couldn’t spend any more time doing that, she assured Daria that the next time she had to do this, she would double the number of shocks, possibly even start flat lining Daria.

None of the threats seemed to impress her, and while that meant Tiffany would have a hard time projecting her authority on Daria, she was secretly pleased that Daria would be hard to break.

What bothered her the most about what had happened was her torture techniques seemed awfully familiar.

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Stacy had purchased the truck and was headed out to the first location, this was to pick up the rolls of carbon fibre and the drums of resin, she couldn’t believe that Tiffany had captured Daria and Sandi like that, would it have killed her to trust her to ditch them?

But then, as a wanted fugitive, paranoia was indispensablr Tir Tiffany, she couldn’t fully trust anyone, she had to be ruthless to escape, and heartless in her negotiations for goods and services.

Tiffany might need Stacys help to move stuff from the car to whatever storage facilities she had near the cabin, Tiffany always kept her in restraints at the cabin, she figured she would stick her on a leash that would be attached to Tiffanies waist or something.

But what if Tiffany just executed all of them at the end of all this?

She had to hope that wouldn’t happen, she did think that Tiffany, in spite of the brutality she had shown, would not kill them at the end of all this.

But Stacy was the one procuring all of these supplies for Tiffany, even the little knowledge she has would be invaluable to the police, even after Tiffany leaves, that brought up the possibility again that Tiffany would keep her as a slave even if she let the others go.

Could she live with that?

If the others survived, she could, even if she got her brain washed and turned into Tiffanies slave, she would do what it takes to ensure the survival of the others.

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“Believe it or not, we think Daria may be after Tiffany, she didn’t say which hotel?” “No” “okay, video surveillance was blown up with the room, but we don’t think the explosion would have destroyed any human remains enough for us to not see the room was occupied.

So if it was the room she leased there, she definitely didn’t die there”

This wasn’t that reassuring for Helen, she couldn’t imagine Daroingoing after Tiffany on her own, especially after she had been told that Daria had been involved in that shootout, why would she go after Tiffany alone?

“What kind of device was it? I mean, letter bomb, pipe bomb, grenade, what?”

The superintendent looked off to the side as he figured out a way to tell her this, and settled for “a nuke”

Helen blinked “what? I’m sorry, it sounded like you said it was a nuke?” “There’s no shrapnel, there are heavy flash burns to the walls and furniture, there was an electromagnetic pulse that tripped the local grid, the hypocentre indicated a device the size of a grenade with the punch of a 250lb bomb”

“A nuclear grenade?”

“My CSIs have explained to me that chemical explosives can only pack so much energy, and a whole bunch of physics crap I couldn’t get my head around, if Tiffany is making grenade sized nukes, it might explain why Daria felt the need to gather evidence before reporting it”

“Well, now we have proof, where’s Daria?”

“Well, we don’t know, I’ll send a couple of officers to your house to investigate”

“Right, because without Tiffany Deckler, all you got is a boring abduction that could wait”

“Yeah, well, normally we don’t have a female version of the fucking terminator on the loose”

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Stacy arrived at the drop off point, where Tiffany was waiting with the car and attached cart.

Tiffany backed the cart so it was about 1m away from the truck, she and Stacy then opened the side panel near the front of the bed of the truck, where the engines where.

Stacy then helped Tiffany move the crates, which where incredibly heavy, to the cart, they shifted the engines to the front of the cart.

They got the second one on the cart, and Tiffany said they had to get the engines away before doing anything else.

Tiffany got Stacy in the boot and they where off again, the weight of the engines meant the ride was slower and smoother, Stacy knew that this was temporary, since the engines would not be there when they come back.

They arrived and Tiffany unpacked Stacy, she led her to the cabin, Daria and Sandi where restrained standing upright with their gag harnesses attached to the chains.

“Okay, I’m going to need to get some things for you Stacy, because there’s going to be something I won’t want you to see, okay?” Stacy nodded, and Tiffany sat her on the floor behind Daria, attaching her wrists to one of the links near the floor.

Tiffany left and returned with a leather hood with only nostril holes and locking straps and some padlocks “I’m going to put this on you, it will be disorientating working blind, but just follow my instructions and you should be fine, okay?”

Stacy nodded and Tiffany put the hood over Stacys head, she tightened the straps, and applied the locks.

“Stacy, can you hear me?” Stacy nodded.

Tiffany detached Stacys hands from the chain and each other and shifted her to a kneeling position, she attached one foot to the chain and backed off and said “hold up the number of fingers that match the following numbers, ready?” she nodded.

“Three” she held up three fingers “five” from further off, she held up five “two” she said from off to the side “okay, very good” Tiffany put a chain around Stacys neck and detached her foot from the chain, and led her off.

She was sat in the passenger seat of the car, she heard a padlock click shut behind her head, probably just Tiffany locking her to the headrest, that would be fun in an accident.

The car started and they drove off.

They did a three point turn and the engine stopped, Stacy waited, listening to her heart beating.

Tiffany then unlocked the padlock behind her head and opened the door, Stacy was led to the cart, and she heard the padlock click shut a short distance in front of her, she guessed it was attd tod to the cart, hopefully it wouldn’t get tangled when they where moving the big heavy crates.

“Okay, if you could grab the first crate and help me slide it to the edge” Stacy felt her way to it and, guessing that Tiffany would be way ahead of her, started shifting the crate immediately.

When they got to the edge, Stacy took a moment to ensure the chain was not going to get wrapped around her feet or arms or otherwise catch on somethinhen hen she got ready to lift the crate.

“Okay, on my mark, 3, 2, 1, go” Stacy shifted the crate off the edge and took the weight “okay, left” she moved left “keep going, keep going” she was taking as smaller steps as possible.

She didn’t want to drop this crate, although if she did, she’d hopefully be able to get under it, … did she just promise herself she would sacrifice her life for a frikkin’ jet engine??? God, she was nuts, wasn’t she?

“Stop, stop, stop” she did “okay, lift, little more” she got the crate to chest level “okay, move it left, stop, lower it” she felt it hit an edge “okay, slide it onto the platform” she did, they pushed it as far as they could “okay, wait” she heard Tiffany climb onto the platform and push the crate further into the, … platform, …

“Okay, let’s get the second one”

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Tiffany led Stacy back into the cabin, still with the hood in place, Stacy was sat back down behind Daria and her hands where attached to the chain again, the chain around her neck was removed.

Daria would have made a crack about giving Stacy a sugar cube if it wasn’t for the fact it would have come out unintelligible.

Tiffany removed the padlocks from the hood and then the hood itself, she asked Stacy if she was alright, Stacy nodded, and tiffany then asked if she would like some water, Stacy nodded, and Tiffany left.

Daria looked at Sandi and wished she could make a crack about Tiffany stealing her bitch, stupid bondage gear.

Tiffany returned with the glass of water and removed Stacys gag, and fed her the water, she then put the gag back, and said she’ll get the rest of it herself, she asked if Stacy would be okay there, Stacy nodded and Tiffany left.

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The rolls where heavy, but not as fragile as the engines where.

These where 1m wide 2000m rolls of carbon fibre matting for use in composites, she had Stacy procure 12 of them, there would probably up to 3 whole rolls she wouldn’t use, but she decided the factor of safety was indispensable.

She had welded some of the aluminium fuel tanks into shape, the metal was too thin for the structural requirements, but that was because she intended to use carbon reinforced plastic for all the structural elements that wouldn’t be exposed to extreme temperatures.

She would be making the skin of the aircraft out of titanium sheets that would be thermally separated by carbon fibre matting, there would be a similar arrangement with the afterburner barrels except using tungsten carbide sheets instead of titanium.

She would have to get all this stuff to a warehouse because she needed a clean environment for this one, the escape vehicle had been made of smaller pieces and was small enough to fit in the back of the shipping container she was going to be using to move the parts.

She had adapted the shipping container to allow the escape vehicle to be launched from it, all she would have to do is get in, switch on the APU, close the cockpit while the instruments calibrated themselves, release the tilt mechanism that would point it straight up, put on the helmet, and launch.

The whole thing could take a minute, so she would need some warning if the police where going to get that close, she had that here, but was concerned that she wouldn’t have that if the police set up a roadblock.

Of course, a big truck like this, she’d be able to plough through anything made of squad cars and SWAT vans, but they might use tanks, APCs and fire appliances, even huge fuck off concrete blocks.

Plus, Tanks could shoot through just about anything she’d be able to armour up the truck with and still have it look like a normal road vehicle.

Hopefully she’d be able to see shit like that far enough off to allow her to stop and get in the escape vehicle before they had a chance to advance on her position.

She filled the trailer with as many rolls as she could move in a go, and drove off.

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Stacy wasn’t sure weather or not she should look around to Daria and Sandi, she was afraid of the hostile looks she thought she’d receive.

She gets to go home tonight, they don’t, she gets to eat, have a bath, read something, they don’t, plus Tiffany was treating her with more respect than the others, but then Tiffany depended on her for the things she needed to procure.

There was another thing that bothered her, and that was where the money was coming from?

She had been signing cheques under a false name, she knew that the police would want to get that money back to it’s rightful owners, but Tiffany would be gone with the materials and parts that where fraudulently purchased, she herself could be liable for all of this.

But she couldn’t risk someone’s life for all the money on the planet, so she decided she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

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Tiffany was finally done with this weekends shopping and returned to the cabin.

She detached the cart before heading in to collect Stacy.

She got in and asked Stacy if she had any questions, she shook her head and Tiffany detached her hands from the chain and stood her up, she led Stacy to the car and again packed her in the boot before driving off again.

The fact was she actually enjoyed having these people around, it had meant taking risks she would rather have not taken, and had meant time consuming choirs such as feeding, cleaning, and moving them around.

It was also boring for them to be standing around or sitting around doing nothing, not even speaking to each other for this long, although this was normally just inconvenient, it could possibly be damaging for them, she knew she didn’t like it when that was done to her.

She considered getting them some reading materials and binding them in positions where they could read things, she would look into it once Stacy was away.

They arrived at the truck and Tiffany got Stacy out of the boot, and removed her restraints, she waited for Stacy to fix her makeup and drive off again.

Tiffany got in the car and started back to the cabin, she considered the weirdness of the situation, she felt like some sort of mistress, although there was nothing sexual in the way she treated them, except for the sadism she had shown towards Jonathon.

Still, she had tortured Daria at one point, and she still couldn’t place where she had picked up the technique, it had been effective in some cases, … where had it been effective?

She remembered reading medical information detailing the effects of an electrical current and voltage applied across muscles and other organs, but not anything that detailed specific torture methods.

Had she looked, she might have found information dealing with treatment of psychological disorders born of torture.

If not that, then there’d be stuff dealing with spousal abuse and rape.

She had read some stuff on rape, it had told her to seek help, which she didn’t think she could do in her situation, adults may be treated in confidence, but she was concerned that they would go over her head on everything she would want contained, that she couldn’t risk.

Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t had worse happen to her prior to that incident, in fact, the rape had been more helpful than harmful in that instance.

She realised that if she didn’t break out of the situation she was in, she’d become someones fuck toy, or worse, she had seeme ome of the pictures in the ads for charities that supported women’s refuges, she could have ended up looking like that.

Her dad had joked about that being the price of disobedience or something just as fucked up.

Those memories brought out a venomous anger in her, which she had contained for the purposes of self preservation, but it was always close to the surface, always at her disposal, like afterburners, all she had to do was think the command.

She arrived at the cabin and went back inside.

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She checked on the general condition of her prisoners.

Also she went into the bathroom which Jonathon had a view of from his position, he was watching Tiffany with a Cnualnual sense of fear.

That fear increased when Tiffany showed him a strap on dildo she had procured from a Lawndale sex shop, she mouthed “Saturday” and thrusted her hips suggestively, blew him a kiss and put the strap on dildo away.

She then went to Sandi and removed her gag and asked what she would like to read, Sandi looked bemused, but Tiffany persisted and Sandi ordered the latest issue of waif, she then gagged Sandi again and turned to Daria, who had that look, …

Well, not a look really, but Tiffany could read a defiant mischief in her eyes.

She removed Darias gag, and asked her what she would like to read.

“How about your diaries?”

“I didn’t keep any, it was too dangerous, anything else?”

“Okay, … I’ll have ‘a mind to crime’ by Anne Moir and David Jessel”

This amused Tiffany, Daria was till trying to interrogate her, but she agreed, and gagged Daria before heading out to procure the requested reading materials.

It occurred to Tiffany that she might benefit from reading psychology texts, the fact is she had found her dad and Dr Glacer hard to untandtand in terms of their motives, her best interests where definitely NOT their motives, but Glacer’s in prison, and her dad’s toast.

This mission was probably a bad idea, it was un-necessary, but she had to do this, it would be dark by the time she got near town, she knew the cops would be looking for the vehicles she had right now, so she never used them for that.

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“I don’t get it, I just don’t get it” Kinsey was pacing around as the other cops where sitting therokinoking through the computer files, they had a map of Nevada and a map of Connecticut sketched on the whiteboard with the incidents listed.

1: breakout from LVPD custody, 12 officers killed, 2 injured.

1a: S. Cidal abducted and made to drive north until her fuel supply ran out, T. Deckler swaps clothes with her.

2: T. Deckler manufactures AC and takes off.

3: T. Deckler lands at Lake Inert, steals more fuel for her AC, 1 civilian killed, evidence is tampered with.

4:DeckDeckler causes fire and explosion at LHS, drawing police assets away from LPD.

4a: T. Deckler enters LPD pretending to be a prostitute.

4b: T. Deckler breaks out of her restraints, steals a sidearm off the custody sergeant.

4c: T. Deckler steals three laptop computers from evidence stores, and escapes using a police helicopter, 27 officers killed.

5: T. Deckler lands on lake Inert.

6: T Deckler sets up time delayed rocket launchers to shoot at a bank, 34 civilians injured.

6a: T. Deckler bombs a hotel.

There was something wrong there, she had obviously set up the rockets and the bomb as a diversion, this diversion used nuclear explosions, a brand new generation of nuclear ordnance, for a diversion!

Last time, they got a clue, her computers where stolen back, the computers have vital data on it, this time, this diversion could be for anything.

Why did Tiffany wait a day after her first appearance to grab the computers?

She got to Lake Inert in the morning, that was clear from the time of death for the marina manager, perhaps she was afraid to do this during the day.

The aircraft they had recovered had important bits missing, the instruments and any kind of power plant, she was building another perhaps?

An aviation expert had gotten back to them and had said the vehicle was probably powered by a pulsejet, apparently they didn’t require much precision, and LPGs are the fuel of choice.

She was building another pulsejet powered aircraft?

This one seemed to be in good nick, why replace it?

The police where searching all of New York for signs of Tiffany, there where police snipers on NY rooftops with Grizzlies (single shot bolt action rifles.

It’s the one Bert used on tremors II that fucked up the vehicle behind the Graboids next stage in evolution), with orders to waste her on sight, and to maintain radio silence.

The flaw in this ingenious plan was that the snipers where composed of charitable individuals who had gone ahead and donated their brains prior to this operation.

About 46 Chinese women aged 18-25 died in one night, and the orders where rescinded, NYPD are now bracing for an end-all tsunami of complaints.

Then there was the possibility that Daria Morgendorffer was after Tiffany, according to her friend, she was following Stacy Rowe around, but Stacy denied anything was up, she was nervy, but according to Sara Cidal from Las Vegas, she was always like that.

It was possible that the program they where looking for explained how the nukes where built, these where obviously a new kind of weapon that had none of the transportation issues of current generation nukes, with the equivalent bang of a Mk83.

This put enough explosives in a soda cup sized device to kill up to 30 people and injure 200 others in a crowd, or significantly damage a skyscraper, it would only take 12 to fell one of the WTC buildings if they where well placed, or a briefcase in or near the centre.

She might be trying to get to Asia or Africa to sell these weapons to groups that would make extensive use of them to topple governments, create more fear, the New York police had alerted the port authorities to the possibility, as well as airport and custom and excise.

It was just as likely that she would instead stay in the US and blow things up herself for money.

She could make a truck bomb that could blow a crater that could enclose Washington D.C, it was one thing to protect the pentagon and White house from vehicle bombs using HEs, but nuclear explosives meant they would be stopping every truck 120 miles from Washington.

This would be cripplingly expensive for any companies working in Washington, the place would become a ghost town.

Of course, they would be obliged to protect every other city just as vigorously, or the administration would be voted out faster than the last US friendly Iranian government.

They would not only have to capture Tiffany, but they would also have to recover any weapons she had made and stashed, now everyone had realised this, the police forces where all looking into non lethal ordnance that would be instant and that could be deployed from a distance.

He hoped he would get a chance to interro Tif Tiffany, he doubted that anyone, even her defence lawyer would argue against the need to beat answers out of her.

He was deciding which of the confiscated weapons in the display cases he’d use, the closest contenders where the crowbar with bolts welded to it and the dildo with the nails through it.

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“What exactly would you be using this stuff for?” “I can’t say, you are free to guess, but I can’t say” “can I be certain that you’re not going to be carrying out hits for terrorists or something?”

Tiffany considered what to say very carefully, Stacy wasn’t as pliant as she would initially seem, Tiffany had known that Stacy would be concerned with right or wrong, but had thought she would be too stupid to consider the wider implications of this.

Now she had to figure out how to convince Stacy that she wouldn’t kill on mass for money.

“Stacy, … it isn’t in my interest to do what you have suggested I might, I need to make a retire fun fund, and Terrorists won’t do it, there is no way I can make contact with them without getting captured by them, I will be doing something illegal, but mass murder is not it”

Tiffany knew she was on a limb with this, Stacy was aware that Tiffany could conceivably destroy entire cities with the devices she could make, that made Jonathon highly irrelevant, Tiffany had a card to play, but it wasn’t much of one.

“Okay, how about this: I don’t need any of what you have procured me me to do what you think I’m about, in fact, it would be of little use, and as for the terrorists themselves, they wouldn’t trust me to do their bidding, there’s no way it would work”

Stacy considered this carefully, Tiffany knew that she had done all she could for now, what she had said was true, Terrorist organisations prefer volunteers and resources they can control, unless they could capture Tiffany and beat the answers out of her, they would have no use for her.

The Question is, was Stacy smart enough to see that?

“Okay, that’s a good point, … I am still concerned that you could be making a terror weapon, but I can see that failure to comply will guarantee more deaths, not less”

Her face hardened for the next bit “I also know you are attempting some sort of mind control, which I resent, but it changes nothing”

Mind control? … Tiffany figured out what Stacy might have meant, it might have been with regard to the torture she inflicted on Stacy after the first deliveries.

It was followed by Tiffany cleaning her up, she had acted like a professional carer should, that was how cults worked, and Tiffany had done it by accident!

But any attempt to correct Stacies perceptions on this would be ineffective and would simply make her madder, so she just left it.

“Okay, … are you okay for this final briefing?” “Yes” “okay, good, let’s get started”

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Gill was always sending her to do things on her own, this was no different, the fact that she had been hijacked by Tiffany meant that she had an experience superiority over anyone else at LVPD, so here she was.

She picked up the rental car and drove into Lawndale, she had checked the back seats and the boot to be absolutely certain that Tiffany wasn’t hiding there.

It wasn’t like she got beaten or otherwise assaulted by Tiffany, that didn’t make the experience of staring down the barrel of an assault rifle with a psycho cop killer on the end with the trigger any less frightening.

She started the engine and drove off, some movement caught her eye, and she looked behind her, fully expecting to see Tiffany again, she had to lean over and see the empty foot well behind her to be certain she was alone.

The drivers of the cars behind her didn’t appreciate her having her anxiety attack at this road junction, and where making a lot of noise before she finally drove off.

Someone in a van caught her eye, a girl who looked so familiar, but she couldn’t work out where she had seen her before, and just continued on into town.

She had also brought copies of the surveillance footage from the LVPD, and she’ll take copies of the LPD tapes back when she returned.

The police didn’t trust the internet with surveillance footage, the bigger the files, the harder it was to encrypt them, code breakers notice patterns with text, and pictures, still or moving, were impossible to encrypt effectively, even software can make sense of the mess.

She couldn’t think of anything she had that would f usf use, the conversation had been dictated by Tiffany, anything that would help predict what Tiffany might do was met with “I can’t say” or “why can’t we talk about [insert alternative subject here]”

And the idea of her running around with nukes of any size was even scarier.

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Tiffany walked into the cabin and asked Daria and Sandi if they where alright, they both gave a thumbs up.

Daria was reading another psychology book on crime, this one focusing on child abuse, that was a little closer to home, but she was sure that she had hidden her reaction well enough, so onto the last thing.

The anticipation of what she was about to do was giving her a buzz, she went up to Jonathon and mouthed “it’s Saturday” before saying aloud “right, just need to do something with you now” she untied his legs and united his ankles with a pair of handcuffs.

She untied the rest of him and turned him over, cuffing his hands behind him, and using another pair to unite his wrist and ankle cuffs.

Daria and Sandi where watching with interest as she dragged him into the bathroom out of their view.

Tiffany started to strip off, she knew that she was taking a risk by removing her pressure suit, it would mean an escape would take longer to implement, but she wanted to be naked for this, apart from the strap on dildo of course.

This time, he was going to fear the sight of her naked, she squatted next to the bag and grabbed the tool.

He watched, and started shaking his head as she placed the harness on the floor and stepped into the Leg holes, she pulled it to her waist, pulling the straps over her hips.

She then got something else out of the bag, two vibrating orbs hooked to a control pack, she slid them under the crotch of the harness.

“I know rape does something for you that masturbation doesn’t” she whispered “but stimulation is a part of it, sooo” she shivered as the orbs slid into her, she held the controller in her mouth as she pulled the straps tight.

She tested how secure the assembly was on her, before securing the controller in one of the straps and tucking the wires under the harness, she nudged the vibrator on, and rubbed her breasts, he started begging, the words where lost, but Tiffany knew what he was saying.

“That sounds familiar” she whispered as she crawled up to him on hands and toes “where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, I said that when you raped me” she opened the cuffs that made the hog tie, rolling him onto his back and whispered “you remember what you said?”

She pushed her knee between his legs, he attempted to keep them closed, but she got both feet between his knees and got them flat on the floor underneath, she walked her toes and heels sideways, spreading his knees “do you remember what you said?”

She was then able to get her legs through his, lying flat on him, she grabbed his throat and said “you said, shut up and take it like a whore”

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Daria and Sandi listened as gagged screams emerged, there where no other sounds, so she wasn’t whipping or otherwise beating him, and the pattern of screams didn’t sound like the pattern that would come from any pattern of electric shocks that would be administered.

Daria knew what else had that pattern, she’d seen some porn movies, she wondered if Sandi had also worked it out.

She also started considering the possibility that one of them was next.

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Stacy picked up the last of the electronic devices Tiffany wanted, some snow globe looking things without the plastic snow, just a machine, they seemed to fit in another glass globe that had a machine of some kind attached.

There was also a load of machinery including a compressor, a smaller compressor, a generator, filters, pressure regulators, solar-noid valves, motors, wheels (landing gear?) and guns, … what was Tiffany going to do with all those hunting rifles?

Surely if she was making a fighter plane, she’d want automatic weapons, not act action, plus what seemed like a ludicrous quantity of bullets, was she going to be a gun smuggler?

Hunting rifles where designed for shooting over a distance, but there wouldn’t be a demand inside or outside the US, would there?

The only thing she knew for a fact was that Tiffany was building something that flies, she was aware that carbon fibre composites where used in stealth bombers.

And she could imagine anything that flies at great heights would need unusual air conditioning, that might be what some of this stuff was for.

But she couldn’t imagine any of the stuff being useful for bombs, there where no explosives, at least none that she recognised, no blasting powder, fertiliser, dynamite, TNT, no blasting caps, not even fireworks, if you didn’t count the bullets, … is that what she needed them for?

No, shotgun bullets are cheaper than rifle bullets, if she was going to extract explosives from bullets, shotgun bullets would be che.
.

But fireworks would be cheaper then that.

But Tiffany was using stolen money for this, so cost was realistically irrelevant.

But there’s still what Tiffany said about contacting terrorists being too dangerous for her, and how she wouldn’t need an aircraft for that kind of work anyway.

Stacy realised her thoughts where going in circles, god this was confusing, Tiffany was building an airplane, beyond that, she had no idea what Tiffany was up to.

She had to work to save the hostage, because whatever Tiffany was up to, his death wouldn’t change anything.

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He watched as Tiffany worked her way through the police precinct.

“What does she think she’s doing?” “Tiffany or Daria?” “Daria” “well, she wanted to stop Tiffany, but was unable to take the shot, you’ll see that in a second” they watched it happen “why didn’t Tiffany shoot?” “I don’t know, she probably realised Daria was unable to shoot”

Sara and Kinsey where going through the LVPD tapes.

They got to the bit where Tiffany made the bomb to open the front door.

“Why are the bottles smoking?” “She dumped about a fistful of dry ice in the acids, she knew how long it would take for the bombs to cook off from the nitration process”

Kinsey couldn’t help but be amused at Daria’s continued attempt to work up the nerve to pull the trigger, and her utter irrelevance to Tiffany, especially when Tiffany moved her out of the danger zone.

“The other girl, what’s her deal?” “Daria’s friend, Jane Lane, she just happened to be there with Daria, she didn’t attempt to stop Tiffany”

“Understandable I guess, why didn’t Tiffany shoot them though?”

“She didn’t need to” “what are those things she’s making now?” “Smoke bombs, she used them to conceal her escape, … well, part of her escape, she lifted a manhole cover and hid in my car, after swiping a whole load of stuff from a SWAT van”

Kinsey continued the thread “She then goes to an airforce scrap yard and builds this pulsejet powered aircraft in no time flat” “which she used and then stripped the parts off of it for something else” “why did she do that? That aircraft was difficult to locate, almost air weight, almost transonic”

“Maybe she wanted something supersonic” Sara proposed “okay, what would you need for a supersonic aircraft?” “When I looked up aircraft engines, I found an engine that’s simpler than a pulsejet” “what was that then?” “A ramjet, just a tube with a carburettor, but you need to be well supersonic before it’ll work”

“How do you get there?” “Jets, rockets, … if she could guess how long it would take for that bomb to go off on the fly, I doubt it’s a stretch for her to be able to make a solid booster in no time flat, the math would be simpler for that” Sara had the basics worked out.

But, Kinsey had a problem “Yeah, but that again raises the question: why?” “To run, I guess, solid rocket motors are the kind of engine you can leave in place indefinitely, provided you have it sealed correctly” “so she thinks she might need to run like fuck at a moments notice?”

Sara had a sudden inspiration “okay, if she’s worried about being caught on the ground, she might have a business here, a factory, yard sale, something” “the nukes?” “Could be” “right, how do we find this business?”

“Well, I believe the CIA have been working on it since the attack on the bank and hotel” “but she might be looking for contacts here, anything abroad may be intercepted by the CIA or the NSA, what about home grown groups, Ku Klux Klan, Aryan nations, American NAZI league?

Yeah, I know she’s Asian, but Japan was allied with the third Reich, Germany even sent uranium oxide to Japan when it looked like they would be unable to continue their efforts, Tiffany could conceivably work that angle to make her sale”

“Okay, maybe we should-” “GOT SOMETHING” one of the uniformed cops had found something.

Everyone rushed over, McFright barged through and asked “what you got?” “This Read me file, there’s a DOS program, look, these codes, they’re commands for the computer to do something”

“Right, EVERYONE, YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE! YOU ARE LOOKING FOR STUFF HIDDEN IN README FILES, I WANT THEM BURNED ONTO DISK BEFORE WE ATTEMPT TO USE ANY OF THEM.

I DON’T WANT TIFFANY TO FIND OUT WHAT WE KNOW FROM A TAMPER ALARM SHE MAY HAVE INSTALLED IN THE PROGRAMS, OKAY?” everyone acknowledged his instructions and set to work, they finally had a breakthrough, they hoped.

McFright started talking with their computer expert about what they need to look for.

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He heard her approach him and pleaded her not to do it again, she seemed to understand what he said in spite of the gag, she just didn’t care, she rolled him onto his front again.

He didn’t have the energy to struggle any more, although that didn’t make any difference when he was face down, in fact, he’d done that to her himself.

She had removed his handcuffs early into it, and made him feel her breasts, while she was raping him, she broke one of his fingers when he hesitated, and broke another when he apparently did it wrong.

She had adjusted the vibrator power to mirror what she figured the intensity would be for a male rapist, but she was obviously holding back, she obviously wanted to maintain a strength advantage over him.

So far she had raped him 6 times, adjusting his position each time, and in his weakened state, he couldn’t stop her, even though she had removed all his restraints, he couldn’t stop her as she moved his limbs out the way and took him again.

He felt her breath against his face as she leaned in and whispered “Relax, we’re done”

He opened his eyes, and saw her standing over her fully dressed, no longer wearing the strap on dildo, she grabbed him by his armpits and dragged him back to the spot on the floor where he had been most of the time.

After restraining him, she announced “I’m going to meet Stacy now, by the end of today you will all be free to go” and left.

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Stacy arrived at the drop off point, this would hopefully be the last time, … why didn’t she feel glad this was almost over? Because this had been exciting, she had learned about technical stuff, and wanted more, and she was going to go back to her normal life in the fashion club, … it wasn’t even a club any more, it was, … THE FASHION DUO!!!

A nerdy name if ever she heard one.

She thought of proposing to Sandi they team up with Daria and Jane to form, … the nerd herd, … no wait, that name was taken by the three off of Buffy the vampire slayer, so never mind that one.

In spite of the ethical problems, joining Tiffany on her adventures seemed like the more attractive idea.

She decided to propose it as she came up to Tiffany.

She got out and they went into the back of the van, she was going to propose it, but she was trying to figure out the best way to- “what?” “Huh?” Tiffany was looking at her “you look like you want to ask me something” note to self, learn how do that poker face thing.

“Okay, I was considering asking you to let me join you”

Tiffany was taken by surprise by this, Stacy wondered if it was such a good idea to ask Tiffany this.

“Are you nuts???” “Well, … probably” “okay why would you want to join me?” “Well, … in spite of the gross stuff you did to that boy, the last three weeks have been exciting.

I learned something about technology and machines and things and I want to know more of it-” “so get into college and become an engineer.

Stacy, it will be a while before I will be doing anything like this again, I will be too busy with something else to be able to teach you anything, and besides, life on the run, it sucks, you have to be on 30second alert the whole time, and I will be crossing a lot of borders on my travels.

That means you risk getting captured not only by US law enforcement agencies, but those on Mexico, Cuba, Bolivia, Argentina, or even gangsters, the kind of people who w tak take your body apart for fun.

Stacy, you have to think about the kind of rules I live by now and you would live by.

99% of the people I will be doing business with will want to use you for their own ends, any time you are in a populated area, you will be forever wondering who’s following you, you would not be happy”

“Okay, what about you then?” “What about me?” “Well, … if 99% of the people you will encounter can’t be trusted, who can you be friends with?” that got Tiffany thinking, but her answer was still “no, I can’t take you with me, especially if I’m your friend, Stacy, okay?” “Yes” “good, let’s get the last of this in”

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They hadn’t eliminated the possibility of a tamper alarm, but they had found something, a website called thingsthatfly.com, they would check this from an internet café because Tiffany could have something monitoring the police stations internet traffic.

That was DI Kinseys task, he would go online and check it out.

It was apparently an internet based aviation company, it had a mission statement, and some photos of a factory floor, but this could be anywhere.

He phoned McFright and told him what he had found, McFright told him to save the images and bring them back.

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Stacy had been left with Daria and Sandi again, they had been allowed the freedom of their hands and feet, their necks had been chained to the vertical chains so they could only sit and the gags had been locked on now.

Jonathon had been left the same way he had been before, Tiffany seemed to be giving Daria and Sandi preferential treatment, she wondered if Tiffany had been somehow wronged by thonthon or if she was just being sexist.

Tiffany returned to the cabin and announced “that’s everything, I left an envelope in Jonathons car, it contains some things for you Stacy, there is also a GPS in the car, you can use this to get back to town”

She got some rope and threaded it through a link near one of Stacys wrist cuffs and tied it to one of the rings, she threaded the rope through the bottom link and tied it off to a kitchen unit, she released Stacys wrist cuff from the chain.

Tiffany then got two saucers and a baking tray, she placed the tray on the saucers under the rope, she then laid some sheets of kitchen roll on the baking tray, and she poured a quantity of kerosene onto the kitchen roll.

She took a heating candle and removed the metal jacket, she lit it and placed it on the kerosene soaked paper, and she placed keys on a chair and said “these keys will unlock the gags and the other locking restraints,t’s t’s your job Stacy, any questions?”

Stacy nodded and Tiffany un gagged her, she asked “I noticed some bruises on Jonathons legs, what happened?” “He did something, I had to hurt him, he can tell you more, that all?” Stacy considered asking what he did, but decided to hear it from him later, so “that’s all”

“Okay, I really have to go now, everyone alright?” Stacy said yes, Daria and Sandi nodded, so Tiffany put the gag back in and went to the bathroom, she emerged with a bag and left.

They watched the candle as it burned off.

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“Yeah, they sent this girl to pick up the welding gear, she didn’t seem that bright” “how so?”

The warehouse task master chuckled as he said “well for one thing, she was worried about argon poisoning” Sara and Kinsey also found this amusing, but returned to the subject at hand “okay this girl, how’d she look?”

“Brown hair, in pigtails, square-ish jaw, c-d cup, about-” indicates with his hand “-this high” Sara got a look of realisation “sounds familiar, Kinsey?” nods away from the taskmaster.

The taskmaster said “I’ll be over, … somewhere if you need me” and walked off.

“Stacy Rowe?” Kinsey asked “yes, and I saw her on the way in, she was driving a van around, I didn’t recognise her at the time, but why the fuck would she be helping Tiffany?” “Maybe she’s been with her all along”

“I doubt it, she did actually provide useful information, besides, she didn’t look like the kind of person who could stand up to interrogation” “and Tiffany used to be the kind of person who couldn’t pass a kindergarten maths exam”

“Look, let’s just find her, let her lead us to Tiffany” “right”

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The kerosene ignited and started to burn through the rope.

Eventually the rope burned through and Stacy brought her now free hand to her gag buckle, she was wary about possibly igniting Daria if she freed her other hand with this one, so she freed her mouth first and used her teeth to undo the strap on the cuff.

She then unclipped her other hand and picked up the keys.

They had been marked, so all she had to do was match them to the person and restraint.

Once the girls where free, they freed Jonathon.

“Right, trousers, shorts, swimming trunks, … ” Daria said, everyone looked around, Stacy retrieved some towels from the bathroom, Jonathon used that, Sandi found her trousers and put them on.

“I should have asked Tiffany about that, I’m sorry” Stacy said “’sokay, but we should go, Jonathon needs to get to a hospital” they all headed out to the cars.

Stacy and Jonathon got into Jonathons car, Sandi got in hers, Daria started looking around.

Stacy looked at the envelope from Tiffany, as Jonathon drove, … a touch too fast “erm, Jonathon, … don’t you think we’re going just a touch too fast?” “No”

His reply and his tone indicated the kind of mood that suggested pressing the matter would make his driving less safe, so Stacy shelved any further questions.

“Like, Daria, what are you looking for?” “Our phones” Sandi got out of the car and joined Daria, Daria saw an unnaturally white object and closed on it, it was a battery pack, the phones and their batteries where grouped close together.

Daria and Sandi reassembled the phones and called the police.

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“Kinsey” “McFright here, we just got a call from Daria and Sandi, we’re locating their cell phones now, they’re telling me Tiffany was holding them hostage to make Stacy do her bidding.

They’re telling us that Stacy and Jonathon are headed into town now, also they have no idea where Tiffany is headed, Daria is apparently still at the cabin, Sandi is trying to catch up with Stacy and Jonathon” “right”

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“Alright, Jonathon, SLOW! THE FUCK! DOWN!” Stacy was getting sick of this.

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“Alright Daria, we got your location, we’re sending a chopper to you now” “right, thanks”

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“Helen’s office” “is Helen there?” “Who’s calling” “superintendent McFright, it’s about Daria” “stand by” McFright waited, and then Helen answered “Is she alive?” “Yes, she’s alive.

Apparently she was not in new York, she was being held near Lake Inert in an abandoned cabin”

“Held by who?” “By Tiffany Deckler, seems she was abducted because she was doing a surveillance operation on Stacys house” “why did she do that?” “You’ll have to ask her”

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The Helo appeared, Daria waved at it and said “I want to hang up and call my mum now, do you still need me?” “No, it’s cool, and we’ve already called her” “right, can you tell her where I am? I need at” “t” “wait, one more thing, do you knoere ere Tiffany went?”

Daria looked around, and said “just a moment” she started walking a circle, she found some tyre tracks, “okay, I think I got something” she kept walking, then her phone started beeping “my batteries are running out, tell your helo to follow me”

She hung up and continued her tracking, she found HGV tyre tracks, Daria tried to think of a way to communicate this to the Helo without calling the police, but instead elected to just follow the tyre marks, she eventually came up to a basic road “oh shit”

She realised there was enough room for the Helo to land, she waved to it, and started signing to the pilot where to manoeuvre, the pilot followed her guidance, and it landed.

She opened the passenger compartment and grabbed one of the head sets, “you need to transmit this” the pilot hit the transmit button “Control, Daria, you are looking for a truck, it has doubled up road tyres, it was well loaded, and some branches where broken.

It might have leaves on it, beyond that, I don’t knoythiything else” she then addressed the pilot “can I hitch a ride on this thing? We need to pick up Stacy Rowe” the pilot nodded and Daria got in.

They took off, Daria heard the police controller direct the Helo to Sandis location, Sandi was still in pursuit of Jonathon.

Sandis batteries ran out before they got there, so they had to search a little.

They located them, and the pilot extrapolated their course, landing at a point where the trail met a roadway, Daria got out and waved them down.

Jonathon drove straight for Daria, who had to jump in the air to avoid a more serious impact, her feet where batted forward by the windscreen giving her angular momentum, she had to reach out to avoid her head connecting with the lip of the boot.

Her hands connected instead, and she was right way up again, but had a ground speed of 30 miles an hour.

She took two steps before her angular momentum was reversed, and she somersaulted, landing in a crouching position “-the FUCK WAS THAT???” she returned to the Helo, and they got airborne again.

The pilot had already told them Jonathon had tried to run Daria down.

They where in the air for seconds before Jonathon pulled over and shouted at Stacy, who eventually got out, and Jonathon was off again.

They landed and picked up Stacy, and where airborne again.

“Are ykay kay Daria?” “Yeah, but Jonathon’s not, I need to know what Tiffany made do, do, right now” “you first, what did Tiffany do to Jonathon?” “She cut off a piece of his finger” “yeah, I saw that, but is there anything else she did while I wasn’t there?”

Daria considered weather or not she should tell her, but decided “I think she raped him, I don’t know what she used, broom handle, gun barrel, could even have been a strap-on dildo, she had enough bondage gear lying around.

Look, I know he’s your priority, but the police need to know everything you know about what Tiffany is planning, what did she make you do?”

Stacy looked enraged, Daria wanted to urge her to tell her something, but knew that she should wait a while, let the volatile rage pass.

“She’s building an airplane, I think, she had me procure two jet engines, they where in 2 metre by half metre crates, and the last batch included all sorts of electronic stuff, hydraulic pistons, landing gear, last week she had me getting carbon fibre and resins.

She said she wouldn’t do anything else to him unless I did something wrong, I mean, why? … That envelope, in Jonathons car, it might tell us something” “right”

She turned to the pilot “we should have someone intercept him with a stinger, if I’m right about what happened to him, a roadblock would just make him floor it into something hard” “no need, he seems to be pulling over”

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Sands sts still following Jonathon, she hoped the police would excuse her speeding too, since she was following him to, … actually, once that helicopter appeared, she had no business following him, but anyway, it was done.

She pulled up behind him and got out, she approached slowly.

The Helicopter landed up ahead of them, Daria and Stacy got out, Stacy joined Sandi at his side, Daria walked around to the passenger side and picked up the envelope.

She wondered if she should stay a little while, but Stacy waved her off, and she returned to the Helo.

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“Hi, I’m Tiffany Deckler, as in THE Tiffany Deckler, or as the police call me, fucking cop killing psycho bitch, I’m GONNA BOIL HER IN OIL AND OTHER HORRIBLE THINGS! …

Yeah, anyway, I held someone hostage and made their date procure a bunch of stuff for me, the hostage being a Jonathon Chapel and the date being Stacy Rowe, I made her watch me mutilate him, to show I was serious, she almost threw up.

Point being, any crimes she has committed over the past three weeks, where done to save his life, she’s a good kid, what she did was all me, got that? Good, now, there’s something Stacy has to see”

The image changed to a view of Jonathon in his restraints, it was the interrogation attempt Tiffany had made.

It went back to the earlier view of a close shot of Tiffanies face just before the torture, Tiffany continued “yeah, it wasn’t much of a confession, even if the evidence was admissible, it wouldn’t have been much help.

Stacy, when I found you, this guy had drugged you with GBH, it’s a different chemical from the sedative I used, you have got to trust that I didn’t just make those print outs up.

And for the record, the reason I didn’t report any of the times he raped me was because I was not certain the law would protect me from my parents or Dr Glacer.

He was tactically irrelevant, he still is, and I know that my appetite for revenge will never be sated by attempts to achieve it, but I am NOT going to let this opportunity slip by, I will show him how it feels to be hurt for someone else’s pleasure.

And I hope his rectum become gangrenous and has to be amputated, and he spends the rest of his life being fed through a needle, … What? Me? Bitter?

Anyway, I’m sorry I made you do all that to save his life, but the point of taking a hostage is the people you’re demanding concessions from wants the hostage released alive and in good health, so, sorry I didn’t tell you Stacy”

There was a pause, then “oh yeah, the money I stole, … it came from the accounts of Mafia bosses and other crime syndicates, no legitimate business was embezzled from in the procurement of my things

I know that doesn’t make up for any of the crimes I committed, but it should mean that there is no money issue, right? Anyway, I think that’s all I can say really, so, good bye” with that, the recording ended.

Daria, Stacy, and Sandi looked at each other as Sara stopped the tape.

“It seems Stacys blood sample was still in the machine Tiffany used, it had a couple of cells with nuclei in them, they matched you, Stacy, but we can’t be sure it wasn’t tampered with-” “-I can” Stacy said

She continued “my arms and legs where asleep, so was my voice box, that never happens when I masturbate, so I know sexual arousal doesn’t do it, and now that I think about it, …

And I have no reason to believe Tiffany lied about what happened to her, there is no reason for her to make this up, right?” they all looked at each other, McFright and Kinsey shrugged, Kinsey spoke up “she has done things to divert our attention before.

But for now, it’s about the only thing that explains why she would have done what she did” “we’re not going to be able to prosecute though, I mean, we don’t know for sure, I doubt a jury will go along with that if we don’t know” Daria observed.

“I have an idea” said Stacy “he doesn’t know we’ve seen any of this, right?” “Right” the cops said in unison “so, why not some sort of sting?”

Daria backed her up “right, you do it all the time with drug dealers, shouldn’t be any reason not to do it with rapists, unless you’re telling me that rape is less serious than the sale of controlled substances”

The cops took offence at the fact that Daria felt the need to do that, but they let it slide.

As the girls left to go home, McFright said “by the way, we capture Tiffany, we’re going to include her rape of Jonathon to the list of charges, even if he did rape her, that’s still no excuse” the girls nodded and continued out.

Kinsey was somewhat irritated by McFrights attempt at emotional detachment, McFright would probably stop him from harming Tiffany in custody if they ever captured her, he would have to find her himself, he left the room and headed for the confiscated weapons display boxes.

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The search wasn’t going too well, they where certain Tiffany was within the radius of the roadblocks, which included everything down to dirt tracks and footpaths, but no one had seen her.

Sara timed the device Daria had described, they used the maximum speed of a truck, not the speed limit, and doubled it to determine the Radius of their net.

That included all of New York State, which would be the logical choice to hide a truck and would be more likely to have a suitable location to build an airplane.

The main problem was that the tyres where about as specialised an item as a glass of water, and unless she did something to attract attention near a puddle of mud she drove through, they would not get any idea on her movements.

The attempt to sting Jonathon drugging and sexually assaulting Stacy went tits up, he didn’t take the bait, he had Stacy home by 10, unmolested, they had put it down to the fact he had been raped by a girl, that stopped him getting it on.

Until he committed a string of rapes in one night, of just about every Asian girl he apparently knew, only being stopped by his last target who kept a pair of knives under her pillow.

She Stabbed him in the eye, causing him to release his grip on her, she then tore out his carotid artery, and severed his brain stem through the back of the head to be certain.

The room was a bloodbath, and the girl looked like the winner off of Battle Royale, only without the creepy smile.

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“No, that’s not it either”

Daria was taking Stacy around every truck showroom she could find.

All they had was Stacys memories and Darias observations.

“Okay, what’s missing?”

“Well, there was a step just here” she indicated the back of the trucks bed.

Maybe they had taken this as far as they could.

“Okay, let’s think about Tiffanies point of view, she wants to get the maximum distance from this area possible before trying to build her plane.

All the roads will be blocked off oon oon as the prisoners get word to the police, her face is all over the news, how does she get around this?”

“Maybe she camps out inside the truck in a car park-” “police have been through every truck in the whole area, they even had NASA do a RADweepweep to be sure they got every truck in the forest as well” “okay, what else is there?”

They left the show room and got back in Sandis car, where Sandi and Jane where arguing over earrings.

“Anything?” Sandi asked “nothin’” Daria answered “where to now?” “Home” they headed back to Lawndale, on the way they got stopped by a train on a level crossing.

Jane saw a work of graffiti on the side of one of the cars that was impressive, and she cursed the fact her camera was sitting in her room when it could be here taking in the painting.

Some of the cars had shipping containers on them.

“Oh Stacy” “yes?” “What about a flatbed truck with a shipping container?”

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Tiffany had completed the airframe days ago, along with the engines and plumbing, now it was just the electronics that needed sorting out.

She sat on the top of the airframe typing out the program with her laptop, the USB cable disappearing into the cockpit of the six sided fuselage-less aircraft, this is what she was going to use to make her living.

The cockpit was a windowless coffin in which she would lay face down, looking out at the world through cameras, the reasons for this arrangement where to improve the flight characteristics (speed and lack of weight) and to increase the centrifugal force she can experience without conking out.

It also meant she could sleep in flight more comfortably (she had included an alarm system that would feed smelling salts through her mask if a threat was detected or upon arrival to a destination)

That had meant designing an unusual control system, her right hand would hold a gimballed panel that she could move entirely with her wrist, because her elbows would be unable to move as much, a similar story was true with the throttle and thrust tilting controls.

This aircraft would be VTOL capable, hyper sonic, and almost invisible to RADAR, as well as being able to out turn anything she was likely to encounter in the air.

She had included a liquid nitrogen generator that could cool the exhaust ducts to ambient so fast she wouldn’t need flares most of the time (she had installed Flare and Chaff dispensers anyway).

There where so many other things about this vehicle that she was proud of.

While she had used hydraulic pistons on doors, and motors on the LASER balls, she had decided to use Pietzoplastic “synthetic muscles” to operate the control surfaces, they would be more responsive, mechanically simpler, and lighter than the more conventional counterparts.

The problem with this aircraft, her dream machine, was that she needed to write a program for every computer it had, and it had a lot of computers.

She had built this aircraft to be an extension of her body, it would scan the world around her, and work out what’s a threat and what isn’t, it would then tell her what is where through both a forward looking display, and virtual goggles.

A lot of this was custom made for her, the problem was she had to go to all these different companies, and figure out how to get them to make these things without them figuring out what she’s actually making.

The LASER balls for instance, where for secure communications between security cars and general surveillance, they included T-wave RADAR, also for security, but in fact the devices where for target detection and tracking.

Each one used pneumostatic bearings (gas nozzles aimed at the bearing surface) and had a permanent magnet that could be used to move it around so fast it could track up to 6 targets at once.

They also had visual and infra red cameras, but the range of temperatures they’d be able to detect would be limited by how fast she was going, at mach 3 she would be limited to visual wavelengths only, any faster, she’d lose visual spectrum too.

What she hadn’t been able to order was software because that would have been too obvious, so that was what she needed to create, and that was taking way too long.

She would have to get it able to fly first and do everything else after she relocates.

There was no way she was going to remain undetected for more than another week if that, and after spending all this time building this thing, she wasn’t going to bail on it.

Even if she had to shoot at the police with one hand, she’d be using the other to write the prograhe nhe needed to get out of there.

She had made the aircrafts main guns from some of the bits of metal she had ordered and the rifles, she had sawn off the bolts and set them up on a carrousel, the rounds where link less, that meant faster loading of the magazine, and not having to procure anything suspicious.

She had run the entire magazine load of rounds through the guns with no stoppages or accidental detonations, she had tried it with reduced loads, and was satisfied the guns would load and purge as she intended.

She had then installed the firing pin and fired off a fistful of rounds.

It had worked perfectly, and she was confident that the guns would do their part in an escape, even if she didn’t have CCIP (constantly computed impact point) yet.

Just as long as she could get done with the flight controls before the police found her.

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Kinsey took the four girls into an interview room and closed the door.

“Okay, what you got?” “I think Tiffany may have been using a shipping container, did you include railways in your roadblock?”

Kinsey thought for a second “No we didn’t, we also didn’t include ships” Daria thought about that then said “I doubt Tiffany would use a ship, you remember saying you thought she had an escape vehicle of some kind?”

“Yes, we where speculating she had a ramjet powered vehicle” “she’ll want access to the sky, and on a ship, chances are, there’s be another container right on top of yours, she’d use a train” “good point, come with me”

They left the interview room.

In Kinseys office, they started going through train schedules.

“Right, we got stuff going to other states, and we got stuff going into Canada”

Daria proposed “we should go with nearby cities, she would want to make a start on her aircraft soon, and I think she’ll want something roomy enough to assemble it, and clean enough for her to use plastic composites, she’ll also want a level floor”

“Okay” Kinsey started cross-referencing everything “right, got it, this is all the companies that have warehouses at any of the destinations, who have received shipping crates partly by rail” “can we eliminate any deliveries that where arranged before four weeks ago?” asked Daria.

“Not on the net, we’ll need to call them and have them check their records against what they got” he picked up the phone and started dialling.

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Tiffany opened the bottle and peered inside, only to be greeted by nothing, dammit, I need caffeine! She mentally whined, she still needed to finish the fucking program, and she couldn’t be seen in public, and she will have to raid the nearest chemists, … or, …

She got one of her other computers and went online, she decided to check the inventories of the neighbouring warehouses for stimulants.

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“Okay, that’s all of the ones with phone numbers” Kinsey said, Daria looked at the ones without “how about the websites, how many of them have been around for more than four weeks?” “Okay” Kinsey started looking through the websites.

####### Tif Tiffany entered the warehouse through the sewer, she was using night vision goggles to see, she hoped she wouldn’t have to shoot anyone right now, since what little time she had would be cut even shorter.

She made her way to the location of the boxes.

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“Okay, that’s the ones with websites, all older than four weeks” “right, now, let’s look at the ones with postal addresses, see if any of them turn out to be bullshit” “alright” Kinsey starts a new search.

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Tiffany got back to her computer with several bottles of stimulants, she took a bunch of pills and resumed work.

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“Okay, we got a company who’s address is the same as a Mrs Davidson, who says that the company doesn’t exist, this company has a warehouse in Pittsburgh.

We need to check it out for ourselves, because Tiffany might be listening to our phone calls, we’ll need to get going immediately if we intend to catch her out”

Sandi was the first to speak up on this matter “wait, wait, wait, we as in us four girls as well?” “Well, … yeah, we need something that will throw her off, don’t we?” they looked at each other and shrugged, Sandi said “alright, let’s go”

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“Okay, what am I supposed to do with this?” “I thought you lot where highschoolers” Sandi and Stacy where looking at the submachine guns (MP5N(RS) with forearm light) Kinsey had given them like they where plaid dresses with orange and yellow arm frills.

They where holding them by the pistol grip and the magazine.

Daria had checked her weapon over, Jane was attempting to figure hers out, Daria reached over and removed the clip as Jane cocked hers, to Janes irritation.

Daria, while finding the situation highly suspicious, asked “do we get a chance to calibrate our weapons before going in?” “Yeah, I’ll pull over when we’re out of town, we can shoot at a billboard, just don’t spend too much ammo on it”

“Right, how much ammo do we get?” he handed out three clips each.

After they had found somewhere to put the ammo, Sandi turned to Daria and Said “Daria, a word?” “Sure” Daria followed Sandi away.

“Okay, one, last time you had a gun and tried to shoot Tiffany, you couldn’t” “I think I can now, how about you?”

After about half a Seconds consideration (or pretending to think), Sandi said “the treacherous bitch who brought the fashion club into disrepute? Hmm, could be tough.

And two, … don’t you find this situation in the least bit suspicious? We’re not trained police officers, and he’s arming us for a gunfight?”

“Yes, but I think we should go along with it for now, if just to keep an eye on him” “right” they returned to the group.

Daria slung her weapon and helped Jane with her weapon, then she went over to Stacy, and shifted her grip from the Magazine to the forearm.

They then all got into Kinseys car.

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“DI Kinsey? … Hellooo” McFright entered the office and che his his desk and computer for any notes.

“Well?” Helen a “wh “where are they?” “They where definitely with Kinsey, he apparently did some checks on some companies that use shipping containers, … maybe he found something” he pulled his cell phone.

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The phone rang, Kinsey answered it “hello?” “Yeah, it’s McFright here, I got Helen Morgendorffer here, she wants to know where you stuck Daria” “she’s helping me follow up a lead, same with Jane, Sandi and Stacy”

“When will you be back?” “On my way now” “Good, you found anything so far?” “Probably, yeah, I’ll tell you about it when I get back, okay?” “Okay, thanks”

The girls didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to be doing this, and McFright didn’t know he was headed well out of his jurisdiction on a revenge trip, he turoff off his phone, thinking talk to the voice mail, because the owner ain’t listening.

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They had been waiting in McFrights office for an hour.

McFright pulled his phone again “I’m gonna call Kinsey again” he Dialled, and waited.

“Yeah, Kinsey, McFright here, I need your position and your ETA, call as soon as you get this message” he hung up, sitting back deep in thought, this didn’t fill Helen with confidence.

“What?” McFright finally answered “something doesn’t feel right here, … ” he picked up his office phone and called the control room “yeah, McFright here, can we locate Kinseys phone please? yeah, then send someone to check up on him, thank you” he hung up “what could he possibly be up to?”

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Stacy was getting comfortable with the loud noises, Daria calibrated her weapon first, Jane and Sandi followed Darias instructions, then it was Stacys turn.

She had watched the others and had a good idea how to do this, she extended the rifle butt, checked the safety was on, cocked the weapon, and aimed ad a point on the sign.

“You need to focus on the sight Stacy, it’s okay for the target to be blurry, but you need to line the fore anar sar sights” advised Daria, Daria had earlier asked if Stacy was certain she wanted to do this, Stacy felt she had to, since she had aided Tiffany.

“Right” she selected single shot and discharged the round.

Stacy lost herself to the excitement of having fired a gun, until Daria asked her if the sight needed adjusting, then she realised she didn’t know, she aimed the weapon at the point she was shooting for again, and saw the hole was to the left of the post.

She moved the sight one way, and realised it was the wrong way, and moved it to what she thought was the correct position, she then took another shot, the hole appeared dead on.

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“Alright then” said Kinsey “let’s go”

Jane waved Daria over to the side, as the others returned to the car and asked “Daria, just tell me something, does he have the power to recruit people the the purposes of taking down a suspect?” “I don’t think he does, but I want to know where this is going”

“Okay, what if this is going to our early deaths?” “It won’t come to that, I guarantee it” “okay, is that a faith back if you’re not completely alive guarantee?

Okay, I got a theory, he’s figured out that you want another shot at Tiffany, and is playing you” “he is? Wow, … Jane, I want to know what he’s up to, and this is the only way we get to find out, okay?”

Kinsey sounded the horn.

“We’d better get aboard, just stay sharp, you twig the trap before I do, I’ll back you up” she headed back to the car, Jane paused for a few seconds to chew her lip and joined her.

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McFright and Helen where looking at the data Kinsey was working on.

“Right, this is the last address he called” McFright picked up the phone and made the call.

“Yeah, hi, I’m Superintendent Ian McFright of the Lawndale police department, I was wondering if you received a call from a detective inspector Kinsey?”

He listened for a while, then he thanked the person he had called and hung up “right, he identified a bullshit company that leased out a warehouse that received a shipping container at about the right time for it to have been Tiffany-”

The phone rang again, he answered it, and after listening, said “right, have a SWAT team meet me on the roof, right now”

He hung up and got up saying “he dumped his cell phone on the roadside, I think I know where he’s going” “my Daughter has a cell phone” “right, follow me”

They entered the control room, and McFright told them to find the number that Helen was about to give them but not to ring the phone.

Helen gthe the number then asked “why shouldn’t they ring the number?” “If Kinsey is up to something, he might dump Darias phone, I need to get going, I wanna find out what he thinks he’s playing at” he then leaves.

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After flooring it all this time, they got to the warehouse district.

Daria knew there was something wrong with Kinsey, but also knew that if left to his own devices, even less good would come of this, … if you call throwing a sceptical artist and two scared bimbos into a war zone something good.

They got out of the car and Kinsey opened the boot, he issued them with fragmentation grenades.

“If you can find the thing Tiffanies building, blow it up”

Daria commen“Gre“Great plan, she’ll go apeshit and slot all of us, Kinsey, you’re going in with us, and, as long as she has that machine to protect, she’ll be confined to one location, I say we use that to our advantage”

Kinsey considered what she said and said “Daria, a word?” he led her off.

When they where out of ear shot he grabbed her jacket only for her to put him in an arm locf yof you wish to intimidate me, you’re going to have to make do with a menacing tone of voice” she let go of him and he stood up.

“Very well, I am in charge here, you will not undermine my command, is that understood?” “Your command is flawed, and I don’t think your boss is going to appreciate what’s going on, there is no way he’s not finding out even if we where to help you cover it up”

“Okay so what?” “You may have sacrificed your career on this, and may be planning to sacrifice your own life, but you will not sacrifice our lives on this, we are prepared to help you kill Tiffany, but we’re doing this with a view of coming out of this alive, okay?”

He agreed, and they returned to otheothers.

He issued them with knives, and asked if any of them knew how to get through an emergency exit, Daria nodded, he took Stacy one way and told Daria, Jane and Sandi to go in the other way.

When Kinsey and Stacy where out of sight Daria told Jane to follow Kinsey covertly, and told her to protect Stacy, Jane headed off to do that, Daria and Sandi headed to a double door exit on the corner of the building.

“So, how do we break into an emergency exit then?” “Observe” Daria slung her weapon and pulled the combat knife and used it to bend back the sheet that prevented burglars from accessing the edge of the door.

She then took a wire coat hanger she kept in her coat and un twisted the wire, forming a loop at the end and bending it to form a long U shape with one of the sides shorter then the other, with the valley bent off to the side.

“Do you have an after school job as a car boost or something?” Sandi asked, Daria simply replied “actually the thing with the coat hanger concealed in my coat is just something to make me extra geeky, just stay alert would you?”

She slipped it through the door, and used the knife to bring the loop at the end back through, she then stowed the knife and signed Sandi to be ready as she gently pulled the wire, the door opened.

She stopped it opening too far and she removed the wire from the push bar, putting it away before she grabbed her gun and slowly advanced into the warehouse.

There was a pillar supporting the upper floor between them and what Daria thought was Tiffanies machine, they advanced to the pillar.

Daria peeked around the corner, she saw Tiffany working on her computer, and she had a shooting solution.

She fired.

Before the trigger released the hammer within her weapon, Tiffany had jumped to her feet and was out of the way, running backwards as she brought her weapon to bear, she kept ahead of Darias sweep.

She got some oblique shots into the front of Darias right thigh and her abdomen, causing Daria to stop firing and step back behind the pillar.

She collided with Sandi (why the fuck was she that close to her?), and she then heard something hit the floor at her 1:30 position.

She looked down and saw a grenade with no pin and no handle.

She spun around and shoved Sandi around the other side of the Pillar hoping Tiffany would spare them while they weren’t pointing guns at her, they where on the floor, and Daria tucked Sandis head into her chest as the grenade detonated.

There was a cool sensation in her left buttock, upper back, and the back of her right thigh that she knew would later register as painful gashes, there where also a couple of bumps in the soles of her boots pressing into her feet.

She then picked up Sandi and dragged her behind the pillar again, since Tiffany was once again the more immediate threat to their lives.

She checked Sandis body for shrapnel wounds, finding gashes in her left thigh, arm and there was an entry wound in her left breast, no apparent exit wound, she figured the projectile was somewhere between her breast to her collar bone.

Her arms where now bound to her sides by her MP5s strap, Daria helped her out of her bind and considered their next move.

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“What was that?” Stacy whispered.

“Gunshots and a grenade, sound’s like the party’s started without us” Kinsey had picked the lock and they had entered through the front door to the office, they where on the first floor.

The office was clean, since the person leased to it didn’t exist, there was nothing in there.

Stacy huddled close to Kinsey as he headed up to the next floor.

The warehouse was five stories high, but there where only three stories in the storage area, with a big hole in the middle.

This hole allowed a Cartesian remote controlled crane to lift things between the floors, and could be used to adjust the shapes of the floors, each floor had a small forklift truck that could lift things up to the 1.5 stories of height it had.

The office area was a three story building attached to the side of the warehouse, it had its own stair well, so Stacy and Kinsey could reach the first storage floor without exposing themselves to fire prematurely.

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Tiffany wanted to disarm and restrain the intruders, but they had bableable to break in silently, she had to assume others where there too, possibly in the office.

She knew that it would provide the others access to the first floor without exposure, also there could be more waiting outside, they could also be crawling around on the ceiling, she badly needed a tactical advantage.

She noticed movement behind the pillar, Sandis arm popped out and threw a grenade, it bounced off the floor, Tiffany started shooting the grenade, at about the same time, Daria rolled onto the floor beside the pillar.

Tiffany had to keep shooting the grenade, but she had to move too, she hopped, skipped and jumped into a summersault as she kept shooting the grenade, it stopped about 3 metres from her plane, and exploded, she then started firing at Daria.

She noted that Daria had overcome her earlier inability to shoot, which was a shame, because she kinda liked her.

Darias left arm was hit first, this fucked up her ability to aim, more rounds entered her left leg.

She stopped firing temporarily, and brought her weapon to bear using the base of the magazine clip as a mono-pod (you’re not supposed to do that, but she needed to aim somehow), Tiffany got her in the right upper arm before she could fire.

Daria abandoned her weapon and rolled back behind the pillar, noting that Sandi was in position to take a shot.

Tiffany got her shots in first, again, Tiffany seemed to be aiming for arms and legs all the time now.

Sandi fell back, firing as she fell, but the aim was well up, the projectiles hit the floor above and disintegrated before coming back down, Sandi used the whole clip on this.

She knew she wasn’t going to be able to change the clip in time, so she threw her weapon to one side, and hoped Tiffany wouldn’t shoot her any more.

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They got to the door to the first storage floor, Kinsey signed for Stacy to open the door as he aimed his weapon at it, Stacy didn’t understand, he whispered “open the door”

Stacy stepped in front of him to open the Door, causing him to wince, since he knew from the first five minutes of training that you do this from beside the door, since doors rarely stop bullets at any velocity.

But he had to remember that he brought them along to be cannon fodder, she opened it and stepped aside, he advanced to the door and saw Daria and Sandi laying behind a support pillar.

Both had laid down their weapons, and had sustained a load of gunshot wounds, both seemed to be alive though.

Tiffany was standing beside her aircraft, and was glancing around, he slung his gun and pulled a grenade, he was winding up to throw it, when Tiffany snapped to a solution on him and unloaded more shots.

They hit his throwing arm, he dropped the grenade, it rolled back into the office, Stacy watched it roll, wondering what to do.

Kinsey ran out onto the storage floor, bent over with his gun in his left hand, he was shot at again by Tiffany before he could get off a shot at her.

Stacy wondered if she should follow him or get behind something, but she ran out of time.

A big yellow flash filled her vision followed by smoke, the sound registered a very small fraction of a second after the flash, as did the ice cold feelings running through her belly, arms and legs, her left eye socket, and across her cheeks and scalp.

She didn’t feel the floor beneath her for about a second, then a tilted surface contacted her heels, she realised that surface was the floor, and she was the one that was tilted, she reached out behind her but the handles on the filing cabinet broke her fall, if painfully.

Her head bounced off the cabinet missing the handles, but it slid down over one, a corner dug into her scalp, but her hairstyle stopped it from going deep enough to do anything more than bruise.

Her ass hit the floor, and her body settled into a slouch against the filing cabinet.

She sat up, and tried to get to her feet, the smoke reduced visibility, but she could still see the room, she wondered if she should enter the warehouse or go back down stairs.

Jane entered the room, swore, and looked at Stacy, and asked her what happened.

Stacy said “Kinsey dropped a grenade when Tiffany shot him, he’s out there somewhere, should we join him?” Jane closely inspected Stacies body, Stacy looked down and for the first time noticed the many holes in her clothes and flesh, the blood pouring out.

Damn it, that blood would never wash out of these clothes, and the holes, … she was going to have to replace them, … Jane said something, but it was getting more difficult to hear what she was saying, and it was getting increasingly difficult to stay upright.

She fell over, but Jane caught her and dragged her back to the offices stairwell.

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Tiffany kept glancing around, that cop seemed to be out of the fight, but she had heard someone say Stacys name, it sounded like it was in that room where that grenade had just gone off.

Tiffany wondered if she should check it out, but she knew if she did, Daria and Sandi might attempt to destroy her aircraft.

She had an idea.

She took the M4 and placed a high velocity round in one of the electrical conduits, that tripped the main breaker, she then turned off her computer, placing it in the cockpit, closing the lid to protect it and put on her night vision goggles.

She then left her aircraft and first of all, removed Daria and Sandis weapons, and restrained them, tangling their arms and legs.

She then headed out to check her surroundings.

She was confident that there where no large police gatherings outside, so she went back in and closed thre ere exit.

She checked the ground store floor perimeter, she jammed a knife under the door handle so that it wouldn’t open, and headed up stairs.

She saw no one in the office and went over to remove the cops weapon, and restrain him, she tied his wrists far apart making use of the mesh floor, she didn’t need to check the rest of him for knives now.

She then went into the office and saw the grenade had blown a hole through the OSB floorboard, pushing down the board between the beams, and had ripped the carpet in a sunray pattern.

There was a wider hole in the ceiling underneath the floor giving her a view of the floor below.

There where drops of blood and blood prints that looked like they had come from 1cm wounds pressed through clothing on the floor next to a filing cabinet, which had a dent in the lower half of one of the drawers.

She also saw spots on the wall, and there where bloody footprints indicating sneakers like what Stacy wore, they lead to the middle of the room, then to the door.

Hopefully Stacy was outside now, and an ambulance would be on the way.

She tipped a desk over, and used it to block the door to the stairwell, and headed out again, she walked completely around the first floor and returned to the ground floor.

She returned to the earlier task of programming her aircrafts autopilot, she would have at most 20 minutes to get her aircraft flight capable.

She was alerted by the computer she had set up to monitor the critical phone lines, there was a 911 call from the warehouses landline.

She heard Jane tell them about Stacy, who had apparently got shrapnel wounds all over her body, at least 60, Tiffany realised she must have been standing there looking at it when it went off.

There was a desk with a load of drawers that would have provided some protection, why hadn’t Stacy dived behind that?

A bigger Question was what the fucking hell where any of these girls doing there at all? Shouldn’t there be a fucking SWAT team there?

She went up to the first floor again, and approached the cop, she lifted his head and asked “WHAT IN THE SACRED NAME OF ALL THAT IS FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“I’m a cop, I’m here to take you into custody” “AND THE GIRLS?” he chuckled “alright, fine, they where canon fodder, I wanted you all to myself” Tiffany stood up shouting “I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS, I DO NOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!”

She started walking away, then came back and started kicking him in the ribs, he got on his hands and knees, Tiffany noticed something in his poc pocket.

She retrieved it, it was a Dildo with a number of wire nails through it, she got a torch and used it to illuminate it for the cop to see, and asked “you where going to use this on me?” “Yes, after I kicked you around for a while of course”

Tiffany understood the police would ignore their duty of care to her if they captured her, she’d probably die in the police cell

She couldn’t bring herself to be even slightly irritated at this, after all, she’d blown away upwards of 30 cops, they where now afraid of her and would need to prove to themselves she was vulnerable.

They would want to hear her bones crunch, see her skin bruise and tear, they would want to see her express fear, and beg for mercy, which they would deny, because they could.

What she couldn’t understand is why this asshole had decided to use Daria, Sandi, Stacy and Jane as canon fodder.

“I understand you wanting to come after me, but the girls you recruited, aren’t trained for this, WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE RISKING THEIR LIVES FOR YOUR REVENGE SCHEME?”

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The ambulance approached, Jane had set Stacy n a n a desk, and was trying to keep her awake, she didn’t see a lot of blood coming out of her, but was certain that there was a lot leaving her cardiovascular system.

The shrapnel trajectories had entered through the front, but few had left her body, some had exited between the ribs around the back, but the majority had been contained by the ribcage, hopefully it had stopped and not bounced around too much.

Some of the shrapnel had slashed her face, one had entered her left eye socket just above the upper lid, but she still seemed to be tracking things with her left eye in co-ordination with her right, so she was sure it had somehow missed the optic nerve.

She speculated that it had bounced off the muscle and cartilage, the tight radius must have increased the friction too so the energy must have bled off faster, it probably meant that moving her eye hurt, but she still had a functioning eye to move, that was incredible luck.

Provided she doesn’t bleed to death from the rest of the wounds.

The medics arrived, and entered, they saw the weapons and froze.

“It’s okay, I don’t think we’re in any danger, but it looks like she’s got about half a grenade shell in her, I don’t know what her blood type is though-” “we do, her details was radioed to us” he set his pack on a desk and got out the blood pack and an IV.

They weren’t going to lecture her on their playing with firearms at this time.

He installed it as the other starts checking Stacys life signs “she’s in shock” he went to the toolkit and found the appropriate drugs.

They kept glancing at Janes weapon.

She remembered hearing Tiffany doing something upstairs, probably moving furniture around, the only reason that made sense was to block access to that floor.

And there was the knife through the door on the ground floor, so she was reasonably certain Tiffany was fortifying the warehouse.

It occurred to her that she hadn’t seen any of the others, they should have shown up by now.

One of the medics left to get something from thbulabulance, Jane stepped outside to look around, the medic returned with a stretcher and a portable ECG.

As the medic got the items to Stacy, Jane re-entered the office in case they need her for something.

She grabbed her feet as they lifted her off the desk onto the stretcher, and hooked up the ECG, the Medic with the blood bag had stuck some bandages on Stacys wounds.

She was moaning now, the pain of her injuries now registering as the stimulants brought her out of her shock, they secured her and wheeled her to the ambulance with Jane watching over them.

One medic asked “are you coming?” Jane answered “negative, I need to find the others” “why didn’t you tehe ohe operator there was a gun battle going on?” “I need to get help to her ASAP, you might have held off a block or two waiting for the police to clear the area, now go” “right”

He closed the door and the ambulance drove off.

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Tiffany had taken the time to check Daria and Sandis life signs, they where bleeding from some of the wounds, but not profusely, and they didn’t seem to be in shock, so they looked good for people who got shot multiple times.

The wound on Darias abdomen had concerned her, but the wound seemed to be non-threatening, there was an entry wound and an exit wound, but there was little blood and no abdominal fluids, it looked like the projectile had tracked between the skin and abdominal muscles.

Damn I’m good she thought

Tiffany was using plain full jacslugslugs, in Tiffanies hands, these projectiles could inflict whatever injury she wanted from a welt to death, she was confident that Daria and Sandi would survive.

The same applied with the cop, even though he had pit the people she cared about against her as canon fodder, she couldn’t bring herself to kill him.

She had considered using the spiked dildo he had brought on him, but had decided that letting him get fired and possibly jailed would probably be crueller.

She had to return to the task at hand, her rage had distracted her from it, she didn’t need to talk to the cop about it, there was no point, the radio traffic had indicated that Stacy was on her way to hospital, she was alive and conscious, but riddled with holes.

Tiffany knew how the grenade was structured, the pattern in the offices ceiling told her that the central axis of the shell had been pointed 60 from where she thought Stacy was standing, which had reduced the number of projectiles entering her, but she was still in a lot of danger.

She realised she had stopped programming again, DAMN IT, FOCUS, she told herself, she reminded herself that she was supposed to be a bad guy, she had to focus on her tasks, not her friends, and they weren’t her friends, not any more.

She had no friends, she had enemies, just enemies, that’s all she has, they only fell into three categories, inert, useful, and problem, and there where a large number of problem enemies headed for her right now.

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McFright joined the SWAT officers as they made their way by foot to the warehouse, he had asked the local precinct to send SWAT to meet him near the warehouse district, but had not briefed them over the radio, and now they where using radio silence.

They where kitted out with as much armour as they could fit, night vision, HE grenades, and M16s with high density sabots, they weren’t taking any chances.

Usually MP5s and M4s where the weapons of choice for indoor fighting, but neither of them had the ability to penetrate armour Tiffany had stolen.

They weren’t using their radios, any electronic communications might be picked up bffanffany.

They did have a scanner, and knew that Stacy had been taken to hospital from the target warehouse with shrapnel wounds, McFright had briefed the team that there where four armed girls and a DI who where to be considered friendly unless they did something to indicate they where hostile.

They came up on the warehouse and saw Jane emerge from around a corner, she was looking it over, she spotted them and headed over, she didn’t seem to consider them hostile, occasionally turning to take a more detailed look at the warehouse.

She joined them and headed to McFright.

“Okay, did you get the ambulances communications earlier?” “Yes, we know about Stacy, what’s going on? Where’s Kinsey?” “He’s in the warehouse with Daria and Sandi, we where going to take down Tiffany.

Daria convinced us to go along with his idea in spite of it being completely insane, and I am seriously considering shoo her her for each shrapnel wound Stacy sustained, same with Kinsey, I haven’t heard a peep from any of them in 20 minutes.

Tiffany seems to have barricaded every access from the offices ground and first floors, and the security plate on a fire exit around the back of the warehouse is bent out of shape, I think that’s where Daria and Sandi entered.

I’ve heard at least three grenades go off including the one that wounded Stacy, and several bursts of gunfire.

I don’t know what the states of Kinsey, Daria or Sandi are, but I did hear Kinsey cry out and Tiffany shouting, I also think I heard at least Daria or Sandi, so I think at least two friendlies are still alive.

Also, the lights are out, I tried to turn them back on, but the breakers won’t latch, the conversation happened after the lights died, I think she has either a torch or night vision goggles, that’s all I got”

“Right, I’m gonna have to ask for your gun” she gave him her gun, she also produced her and Stacies grenades and knives.

The SWAT sergeant, having listened with McFright, went to brief the rest of the unit, they then advanced on the warehouse.

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Tiffany finally got the program to a state where she could fly, she had packed as much as she could in the pack under the belly cushion in the cockpit including the computers, camouflage nets, tarpaulins, pistols, a medical pack, some underwear, soaps, stimulants, food and water.

And the virtual reality goggles (she had yet to program the aircraft computers well enough to use those).

Any guns she would store on her body, in holsters or slung, her night vision goggles would hang off her body armour, they had been designed to withstand being thrown around, stowstowed her computer and closed the lid, she turned it on.

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Daria and Sandi lifted their heads as they heard the aircraft’s APU buzz into life, their eyes had adjusted to the low levels of light to the point where they could make out shapes, but not much detail.

The engines came to life as the various surfaces move, like an animal stretching after a long sleep.

They saw red lines move across bumps on the aircrafts skin and the walls of the warehouse, Daria figured these where Laser scanners taking in the room, the aircraft was looking around.

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Tiffany took the remote initiator, armed it, and fired.

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The flash left an impression in Daria and Sandis retinas, but that was mostly at their peripheral vision since they where watching the airplane.

They glanced up and saw thof hof had opened up, an X had been blown in the roof, and there where slots blown between the points to allow the triangles to hinge down.

Then the engines whined to military, the aircraft lifted off, Yawing towards the office, and pitching up, the exhausts pointing down relative to the horizon, not the aircrafts waterline.

When it was fully vertical the burners lit, filling the room with a deafening roar, a pale blue light, and warm air, the pale blue shock diamonds indicated the burners where on the oxidising side of the neutral mix, there was no combustion occurring outside the burner barrel.

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McFright and Jane watched as the black shape left the building and levelled off, disappearing over the nearest building.

They followed the sound, and saw it once more crossing the road just above fence level, its burners still going.

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Tiffany was getting used to the controls, but was gaining confidence, she had managed to include a terrain scanning program, so she could manoeuvre in tight quarters.

And because the aircraft was a blended wing with leading edge elevons, it was manoeuvrable enough to weave between the buildings.

She also had the system programmed to look for heat from people and vehicle engines, she could find a deserted location to land in to complete the programs.

She climbed out to cruise, she wouldn’t go hypersonic yet, she needed to evade the authorities, and she didn’t have the fuel to play around with something like that.

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The SWAT team had cleared the building and had scattered glow sticks to illuminate the room until the lights could be sorted.

Kinsey was now afraid, he hadn’t achieved what he had set out to do, and now he was tied down and riddled with holes, the spiked dildo next to him where Tiffany had left it.

McFright stepped into view, crouched down and picked up the spiked dildo with a gloved hand and said “you had better have a damn good explanation for what you did”

He put the dildo back down and walked off.

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Daria and Sandis wounds where treated, they where in good enough shape to be released immediately, Stacy was in surgery for six hours for vital repairs, and is waiting for further surgery to remove shrapnel from her arms, legs, and eye socket.

Both girls mothers where not pleased with them, but Linda got into a fight with Helen because Linda thought Daria was a nutcase with plans to shoot up her school, so Daria and Sandi went unpunished for now.

Kinsey got into a fight with the police internal affairs officers assigned to investigate him, and was committed for being a fucking nutter who will fucking hurt someone if left to his own devices.

Tiffany remains unlawfully at large, the airforce was on high alert for several weeks, but that started to decline since this proved expensive, the CIA talked to Daria and Sandi about what they had seen of the aircraft.

The CIA officers looked ill afthe mhe meeting, Daria figured that it was because Tiffany had created the kind of fighting airplane that would be impossible to waste.

Some more Mafia fronts bank accounts where the victims of further computer fraud.

The cash was withdrawn in Mexico, the images shoed Tiffany in a “1 tequila 2 tequila 3 tequila, 4 (5 tequila 6 tequila 7 tequila, floor!)” tee shirt, shorts, sandals, and one of those wide straw hats, looking very like any tourist.

No one knows what she could possibly want that much cash for, only that it is for something “highly illegal with a huge body count”

No further sightings of Tiffany occurred for some time.

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“You wanted to see me dad?” “Yes, I have a job for you, do you watch the news?” “Of the outside world? Yes” “you know of Tiffany Deckler then?” “The girl who’s thinning out the American police forces? Oh yes”

“I want you to acquire her and secure her co-operation, because we’re getting nowhere with our own nuclear weapons program” he grinned and asked “by secure, do you by any chance mean-” “oh yes”

He squealed in excitement “JUST remember, … we need her to be alive and able to tell us how to make nukes, and we do want her to co-operate, so if she obeys, you will have to stop torturing her for long enough to fulfil her tasks, okay?”

This dampened his enthusiasm a little, but he agreed, but then asked “what about when we fully understand how to make them, and no longer need her?” “Yes, you can do what you like when we no longer need her”

He squealed in excitement again, thanked his dad and left.

“You look like you want to say something” he asked his other son.

“You already know what I think of him, but I also want him to succeed, as my departments would be greatly enhanced, with clean nukes, we could possibly take the whole continent, at the very least, we'd get an impenetrable air defence network”

“That would be sweet, I could move in with Allah in Mecca” Qusay chuckled with his dad and said “let’s see anyone accuse you of blasphemy when we have all of Asia, eh dad?”

“Yeah, Uday had better not fuck this up, or he’ll be sent to several embassies at once” Saddam said, he was proud to have someone as scary as Uday for a son, but sometimes he could be such a fucking moron.

But the Fedayeen was the best equipped organisation he had access to for this.

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She knew this was probably not a healthy way to solve her problems, and would be highly illegal, and embarrassing if she was caught, but this was something she had to try, so here she was.

She walked up to the first woman she saw and asked “excuse me, but do you do girls?” “No, but Wendy over there does” she called out to the woman she had named, and the woman approached.

Wendy was a tall black woman with big breasts, yellow highlights in her hair, some muscles, and moved in a way that suggested control and confidence.

“Yes?” “Got a customer for you” Wendy looked at the customer with some scepticism “can she afford me?” the customer asked “how much per, … what do you charge by, hour or orgasm, or … ?”

“10$ an hour” “okay, is there anyone you could team up with?” “What? Uh, sure” she turned to the direction she had come and called out “HEY ERIKA” Erika, a shorter redhead with C sized breasts answered “WHAT?” “GET OVER HERE”

Erika also had some musculature, this was getting better and better.

“How much?” “12$ an hour” “okay, … you’re, real lesbians, right?” “Yes” they both replied “good, because I will want you to, … well, … lead, … I basically want you two to take me, molest me, … I want this to … well, … ”

The two prostitutes looked at her, their looks of scepticism where being replaced with looks of hunger, Wendy said “you want us to ravish you?” “Yeah, I mean, I’m not going for aind ind of fetish or domination, just, …

I want to be forcefully screwed, to be held down and screwed by two women, I want it to hurt a little, not into whips or violence or anything, but, … you know what I mean?”

“Oh yeah” they chorused, they knew exactly what the girl wanted “I think we can supply what you want, where were you thinking?” “Do you have a place?” “Yeah” “good, err, do I pay now or after?” “After”

“Okay, shall we?” “Sure” the prostitutes formed up around the nervous customer, Wendy grabbing the base of her neck, in a way that looked relaxed, but felt forceful.

Erika slipping a hand down the back of her trousers, pressing her fingers between the girls buttocks, her 2nd and 4th fingers spreading them as the 3rd rubbed against the anal sphincter, the fear was now making it hard for her to walk.

They led a very nervous Stacy off to their bed.

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Business was good, Tiffany was able to move the goods without having to consider inspections because no one could find her, and the field she had picked didn’t require too much in the way of proof of loyalty.

It was also highly stable thanks to the United States government, both foreign and home policy, past and present.

Past, the cold war (it took all she could not to burst out laughing when learning about US foreign policy on south America during the cold war) for fucking over the southern half of the continent to the point where the source is possible.

Present, because while the social support and education policies where neglected, judicial and border control policies where pursued vigorously, that meant she would always have a demand for her services.

She stole her fuel, she had specified engines that would run on anything from hydrogen to paint stripper, so heating oils and marine fuel oils would be as usable as JP8, cou could steal those easily with low risk of contact with the owners, same goes for food and water.

All she had to do was buy the stuff and sell it on, she could carry more than any normal mule without having to hide it in luggage or herself.

At mach .95, she could be clear before anyone close enough to hear her had any idea what they heard, and she didn’t have that sonic boom to give away her position or identity (an aircrafts shape is imprinted into its sonic boom), she didn’t need to use any of the tricks she did, but she decided to be cautious, she was still angry at herself for being caught by the cops.

At the same time she felt bad about what she did, she was taking advantage of many peoples suffering.

The 400kg of narcotics in the weapons bay that she was retailing cheaper than anyone else weren’t just bad for you, they where highly addictive, hence they where used to control people, people who needed this stuff like a hole in the head.

People stole and retailed valuables for it, if they had a sense of pride, if not, they turned tricks for it, let people fuck them, beat them, and otherwise humiliate them for it.

It was a bad situation that already existed, but drug smugglers meet it half way, she was helping things get worse, because of the degree to which she had undercut the existing market, she imagined the market expanding, new customers, new muggers, new burglars, new sex slaves.

But she had no choice if she wanted to do what she wanted, each flight brought her 10,000$ closer to her goal.

She had to be ruthless, she had no friends, she had no allies, she had no home, she had no family, all she had was her plane, her money, her skills, her lies, three kinds of enemies, and ABSOLUTELY NO ROOM FOR A FUCKING CONSCIENCE!!!

This wasn’t how she had planned it, but the plans of men, women and mice often go awry.

When do mice ever make plans?

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