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Queen of the machines	By : psychotol Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 4881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Daria, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Constraints: see “excuse me, your teeth are in my ass”

Synopsis: Maha Saheeb tries to remember her life.

System recovery.

Content warning: violence, Language, some sexual activity, some of it rape.

Legal: Daria belongs to MTV, terminator 2 belongs to Columbia Pictures, CSI: crime scene investigation belongs to CBS, also, I got characters with warped views I don’t necessarily endorse.

Authors note: I have my protagonist, Tiffany Deckler (rewritten totally beyond what I have seen attempted before) inventing what I would term the philosophers blasting cap, similar context to the philosophers stone, except instead of various metals turning to gold, it’s just elements hydrogen and lithium into helium.

Such a device, if invented, would make the inventor highly sought after by those who wish to manufacture explosive devices that have more energy per unit mass or unit volume than anything else on the market.

Tiffany Deckler in this universe has within her the ability to alter the balance of power by telling someone how to make the philosophers blasting cap, in this universe, she has been captured and interrogated by Uday Hussein, Saddams psychotic son, and the united states learned of this.

This would make the invasion of Iraq more urgent than chasing Osama Bin Laden, and would bring Iraqs neighbours to support a US invasion of Iraq because Saddam Hussein scares the shit out of them (or did before he was deposed and captured)

This would give the United States local sources of manpower who speak the local language and would give them a more advantageous starting position (bases in Iran), plus they wouldn’t feel the need to give Iraq 3-12 months warning like they did in reality.

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Dear Mr Bin Laden.

We thank you for your recent interest in our 757 and 767 aircraft.

We would like to take the time to introduce you sotherther finr products.

“I know where this is going” said Sandi, she knew Boeing also did weapons.

There where tons of shit directed against Osama on New grounds, but this had been sent to her by Stacy.

This piece was called ‘return to sender’, she watches the cartoon missiles (an AGM 130 and a SLAM) fly.

Then the close up on Osamas eyes, before the long shot of his tent (he was probably in a cave actually, but they where taking the piss here, so a little licence wasn’t too much to ask) with the whistling noise.

And then the blasts that put the circular bites in the terrain, and the faint wisps of smoke lifted off into the atmosphere.

A lot had happened after the eleventh of September, Sandi and Jane had been venomously mad at the hijackers, but Daria and Stacy had just seemed depressed about this.

Daria had said that this was an example of assholes misusing morons for their own ends.

Then there was some stuff about Israel and Palestine and Americas failure to deter Israel from acting like NAZIs, which she didn’t quite understand, because she thought the NAZIs hated Jews, and that Israel would have nothing to do with them, …

Daria never was a patriot, and Sandi imagined that was in spite of the shit she would eat about it, that might just be because Daria was in love with being the outsider in the crowd, just to be different.

But, given that Daria seemed to want to help people out (while making every effort to be unapproachable), Sandi was willing to consider that it was because Daria saw something she didn’t.

The fact was that Daria had fought along side her in at least two hostile contacts, and had helped her out just about any time she had come to her with something serious (in spite of the complaining she did as she rendered her assistance).

Just because Sandi didn’t understand Darias opinion didn’t mean she didn’t have a perfectly good reason for having it, but she had her own, and she had to trust her own mind too, and her mind saw no justification for what happened on 9/11.

Apparently neither did Daria, but [insert complicated explanation that goes over Sandis head here], Daria had suggested Sandi look at the situation with the Waco siege, or talk to victims of spousal abuse, her point was probably that people do crazy shit all the time for no good reason.

Sandi returned to her history assignment, which was apparently on the history of the Middle East starting from Alexandra the great.

Maybe this would clear it up.

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The nurse started his checks on Maha Saheeb, she had been in a coma for months after her husband had brought her in, apparently she had been involved in a road traffic accident, hit and run, she had been mangled pretty bad.

The injuries where actually more consistent with domestic abuse, but if she chose to draw his wrath, he had no sympathy for, hr, he had a pretty good idea what it might have been, she was swelling up nicely in the middle, about 4 months pregnant.

She had a nasal gastric tube feeding her, and a urinal catheter draining her, otherwise she was in good shape for someone in a coma, and the electrostimulation gear rigged to the self adhesive electrodes on her would keep her that way.

She had come in with more fractures than he had ever seen on an individual, including skull fractures, they didn’t have the equipment in Zanjan general hospital to tell how much of her brain was still working and how much was in fact dead weight.

The only thing that looked consistent with a road traffic accident was the concrete dust in some of the surface wounds, but the fragments looked more consistent with her being in a collapsing building, which happensetimetimes around here.

Except there hadn’t been an earthquake in the area when she had been brought in, so there was a major epidemic of bullshit going on here, but he was just a nurse, and no one gave a fuck, so he just did his job.

The surface wounds had been on her back, it was like she had been naked when this had happened, there where no traces of any kind of clothing in the wounds.

There where also a number of burns, the X-rays had revealed lumps of a transition metal in her ribcage and flakes of something as opaque as bones behind it, these flakes also existed in her breasts, kidneys, what was that about?

On the sid side, in spite of her injuries, she wasn’t a minger, the wounds on her hands, feet, breasts, didn’t seem to detract from her beauty at all.

He looked around before inspecting her catheter, and doing a little bit more, he wondered if she would respond to his touch.

He grabbed one of her labia minora and massaged it between his finger and thumb, and then started doing the same thing with her clitoris, not a lot happening as a result.

He pinched as hard as he could, twisting it, he hadn’t managed to pull a girl in his life, but he was certain that this would hurt if she was anywhere near conscious.

He left her genitals and moved on.

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Daria wound up her inspection and left the building.

It was impossible to be certain even after this test what the situation was, they had been doing these tests with prison compounds with dummies in every position from standing to lying to the many different positions prisoners could be bound in.

Now they where looking at a mock up of Udays house, they had only sent one tomahawk after that, but they couldn’t be certain where Tiffany w hav have been kept, if anywhere.

They had set up dummies in more protected locations because it would have been harder to assure security of a prisoner in a home.

The problem in this case was that the reduced space makes it harder to situate all the dummies without interfering with the experiment.

This was Udays house replica 5.

This won’t affece dee decision to go into Iraq, even if Tiffany was dead, her knowledge could still exist, they had to move before the fruits of that knowledge can be used in war.

The CIA had hopefully been tracking shipments of lithium and lithium hydride in Iraq, because while liquid hydrogen was just as good, lithium hydride didn’t need cryogenic plant to be dense enough to be initiated.

It was also possible that Tiffany had found a way to use something else that would work just as , bu, but the best indicators they had where lithium shipments.

Where practical, Daria had been recruited for stuff like this, and to assist in briefing US, and other forces on how to deal with Tiffany should they encounter her.

Luckily she was able to get away with just using the Lawndalees, es, the LVPD tapes where still embarrassing to her, besides, the Lawndale tapes where of greater value for demonstrating her abilities and her guile.

Tiffany had disguised herself as a prostitute to get in, and used the cops complacency against them, there wasn’t much Daria could tell them to look out for specifically because Tiffany would probably not use the same trick twice.

Then there was the aircraft Tiffany had made, the first one the airforce had named the bumblebee, was powered by a pulsejet, using propane for fuel, the noise didn’t seem to have caused any problems, it was eventually recovered on lake Inert near Lawndale with instruments and other vital parts missing.

The second aircraft she had built, named sparrow by the airforce, was powered by a ramjet, launched by a solid rocket booster, again it was powered by propane, it was built using the sort of materials one wouldn’t associate with a hypersonic craft, fibreglass, concrete, and paper mache.

A pressure suit had been recovered with it, the cockpit apparently wasn’t to be pressurised.

It was built in case she couldn’t complete her third aircraft in time, and the airforce had NASA making its own version.

The third aircraft, named Tigerowl by the airforce (what would have been so bad about calling them Deckler 1, Deckler 2 and Deckler 3?) had not been recovered, the aircraft had been made out of more traditional aircraft materials, Titanium, aluminium, carbon fibre.

Daria had provided the bulk of the Intel on the finished product, the companies that Tiffany had fooled into making the parts had provided the Intel on the parts, that had included the most advanced targeting gear invented, she hadn’t ordered software, so the aircrafts actual capabilities where a mystery.

According to the Fedayeen agent they had captured, the Iraqis had captured Tiffany in a Colombian forest by using nitrogen to displace oxygen.

The US army had searched the area for her aircraft, but hadn’t come up with anything, it was possible it had been captured by someone but no reports had come in.

The price of Heroin and cocaine had remained high all this time, so Tiffany had not returned to her previous activities, the question was weather it was because she couldn’t, or because she had found something else.

Her advice was to avoid initiating contact with her and to shoot her from a distance, use artillery, light anti armour weapons, Tiffany was too dangerous to approach.

She had also advised them to pretend to not recognise her but follow covertly as they call for atanctance, and wait until they had the ability to blow her up from a distance, because there was no way they where going to win a firefight with her.

She was also incredibly resourceful, it was like she was a combination of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and MacGyver, only without the squeamishness about using firearms both characters displayed.

“The dummies are ready” “alright, let’s blow them up” the suisorisor lead Daria into the bunker and they armed the charge.

He acted ted the sirens “alright, firing in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, … 4, 3, 2, 1, firing now” he initiated the charge.

The camera showed the charge taking the building apart.

The location of the charge, corresponding with the weapons location in the actual house, was in the centre of the roof.

To do the job properly they should have used 4, Tomahawks may be expensive, but dealing with Tiffany or her creations could be more pricey.

There where all sorts of places they had alreadtabltablished would protect someone from the overpressure, but there was still the effect of having a building fall on top of them, but since Tomahawks moved at mach.8, there was almost no warning, and would most likely be mistaken for a normal jet.

Until about a ton of torpex explodes right next to you.

The problem was the most likely location for Uday to keep Tiffany in his house was the garage, just about everything you would want would be at hand, there would be enough space to allow him to tie her any way he pleased without restricting access to her.

The reason this was a problem was that it had a corner aimed at the hypocentre, that would deflect the energy away from her.

The roof could collapse, but if there where any vehicles in the garage or if Tiffany was in the trench for accessing the underside of vehicles, the roof was a huge slab of steel reinforced concrete that would, instead of deforming to crush everything, leave a lot of places untouched.

Daria looked at the data coming in from the dummies in the remains of the building.

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She encountered the girl she wanted to protect in the passagehindhind the shops.

The Chinese girl pulled the lever action shotgun from the box of roses as the Caucasian girl turned and ran, she probably thought the protector was out to kill her.

She caught up with the girl as the cop walked into view behind her, the cop, her enemy in disguise, drew his sidearm.

The girl turned back towards her, as she aimed at the cop behind her, the protector told the protectee “get down” she ducked as the protector shot the cop.

The protectee turned in time to see the cops face with the deformation where the projectile had gone through, the cop being made of mimetic polyalloy, the protector grabbed the protectee and shielded her as the cop unloaded its clip.

As the cop changed the clip, the protector broke through a door next to them and pushed the protectee into the room, she turned and unloaded the shotgun at the terminator, causing it to fall down.

She reloaded the magazine as the protectee poker her head out to look around.

The terminator recovered enough to stand, it grabbed her hands, and she struggled to get it off.

They threw each other against the walls, and ended up in a clothing store.

The terminator eventually kicked her through the shops front window and left to pursue its target.

The protector got up and followed.

She went the route she guessed her protectee would have gone.

She arrived in the carpark just as the terminator and the protectee left, she got on her Harley and pursued them.

The terminator had apparently stolen a vehicle, she guessed the route the protectee would follow would be reciprocal to the route she followed to the mall.

She followed the emergency flood drain from the hole in the wall and caught up with the terminator who was right behind the protectee.

She harassed the terminator as best she could, but had to pay attention to obstructions ahead of her, and shoot the locks off some gates.

She needed to get in the actual drain, her Harley could easily outrun the truck.

The trucks roof got ripped off by a low bridge, but the terminator remained intact, the vehicle now had a smaller frontal cross section, and could move faster, she had to get in there soon.

There was a point where she could enter the flood drain, where this canal joined another, she drove off the wedge and landed in the drain.

The terminator was now distracted from its target by the protector, it tried to stop her from overtaking, but she was more agile and gained an advantage as the trucks speed was bled off from the impacts with the walls.

She slipped past, picked up the protectee from her own dirt bike and shot out one of the front tyres of the truck.

The truck collided with the centre support for a bridge over the flood drain, she stopped to watch as the truck eventually caught fire.

There was something advancing from the flames, she aimed at it, but it turned out to be a flaming tyre, she stowed the weapon and drove off.

She couldn’t assume the terminator was dead, there was nowhere near enough heat to kill it.

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The nurse checked on Maha again, he decided to get a little more adventurous, after a quick look around to ensure no one was looking, he decided to try her breasts, he wondered if she was lactating now.

He lifted her gown over her breasts, and started massaging one of her breasts, he pulled at the nipple with one and squeezed the breast with the other, he saw a drop of milk appear, he leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth, and started sucking.

He kept glancing around, kept listening, he could get into so much shit if he was caught doing this, this girl was someones wife, and she was in a coma, there’s no way she could be charged with adultery, he’d probably get his penis amputated.

He suddenly noticed her legs flexing, this stopped as soon as he noticed though.

Was she, … ?

He looked the other way and saw the girls head raised, looking at him, she seemed either scared or mad, but he couldn’t tell which.

Aww crap.

He stood up slowly and slowly backed out of her cubicle, leaving her body exposed.

She wouldn’t be able pull her gown back down because she was restrained, in case she woke up with no one around and attempted to remove her feeding tube and catheter, he considered weather he should pull her gown back down, or just run.

She finally spoke, the words didn’t make sense, she might be delirious, he approached again, and pulled her gown back down, he was thankful she was restrained because he imagined her being more than a little annoyed that he was sexually assaulting her.

She kept asking him something in the words that didn’t make sense, but she didn’t sound delirious, the words sounded clear, they where just in another language, … it sounded like English.

He excused himself, and went off to find the doctor.

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She tested her restraints, she had been tied down with what looked like standard medical restraints, wrists, ankles, and a Velcro strap coming from the bed head going under her armpits and going over her chest.

She felt damp around her right nipple, where the nurse had been nursing, she also noticed a tube going up a nostril, and another coming out her urethra, a quick glance around told her she was in what looked like a hospital cubicle, she was obviously naked under her gown.

The nurse was speaking something that sounded like an Arabic accent, and his look of surprise and fright told her she had not been expected to wake up, and that he was taking advantage of her comatose state.

A man in a white coat with a stethoscope entered the cubicle and asked her something in Arabic.

“What?” the man (she would assume he was a doctor for now) then asked in English “you speak English?” “Yes” the nurse probably neglected to mention this to him because he was probably doing a runner, but she decided that charging him with sexual assault could wait, but she should do it.

“You don’t speak any Arabic at all?” “No, what’s going on? Where am I?” “You’re in Zanjan, Iran, you where admitted by your husband after a road traffic accident, you where in a coma for the past 3 and a half months, … do you remember anything?” “No, … I don’t even remember my name, who am I?”

“You are MSaheSaheeb, you’re married to Amher Saheeb, he brought you in, he said you where hit by a motorist who drove off, do you remember the accident?”

“No, … does he- … do we live here in Iran?” “Yes, he said you two had been married for several months, and that you where raised in Tabriz” “Tabriz? Where is that?” “200 Klicks north west of here, … doesn’t any of this sound familiar?” “ … No, it doesn’t”

She tried to recall something useful, but came up blank, she could speak English and Spanish, and, … machine code? “I could call your husband” “okay, what about my parents?” “Apparently they died of carbon monoxide poisoning from a faulty boiler” “right”

He was just leaving when something occurred to her “can we lose the restraints?” “Huh? Oh, yeah, but you need to leave the tubes in place” “yeah, okay” he released her from the restraints and left to make the phone call.

She took this opportunity to examine herself, one of the first things she noticed was how heavy her belly felt, she felt around the location of her uterus and noticed she was pregnant.

She didn’t know weather or not she had been trying to get pregnant or not, she examined the scars on her hands and feet, on her legs, she also felt her face, some of the scars where dots, there where a couple on her abdomen.

She also noticed her shins where asymmetric, there was a subtle but visible curve in the bones, she guessed that was due to ineffective bracing while the bones where healing.

She felt her feet for signs of damage to the bones.

“He’s on his way” the doctor said, as he returned “how are you feeling?” “Confused, alarmed, concerned, … how exactly is it I was raised in Iran, and don’t speak a syllable of Arabic? I’m no neurologist, but that sounds impossible.

Unless I was home schooled by American parents in subjects that didn’t include the local language” “can you speak any other language?” “Spanish, … I notice I’ve put on a few pounds” she pointed at her uterus.

“You’re about four months pregnant” “how’s it doing?” “Looks good, no detectable problems” “right, do you still have the X-rays from when I was admitted” “yes, and we wouldn’t have done the hip area if we knew you where pregnant.

There’s no visible sign of mutation on the SONAR, so I think we got away with it” “okay, so, … watch out for LASERs shooting out of the eyes, telekinesis, things like that?”

The doctor seemed confused by this question.

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Amher arrived at the hospital, he was more than a little concerned that the story he had concocted to get medical insurance to cover her would be rendered bullshit by what she said.

He had initially spent as much time by her bed as possible, but she had remained comatose for all this time, he had considered letting her die, but that seemed wrong, so he had them keep her alive.

The problem was without him around to get her side of the story straight, he could be prosecuted for defrauding an insurance company.

Luckily the doctor said she had amnesia, so he should be able to get to her before she lands him in two tons of shit.

He entered the ward and approached the cubicle.

He took a breath and entered, she was sitting up in bed, she seemed okay.

“Hello Maha, how are you feeling?” he said in Arabic “Howdy” she said in English.

On the plus side, he held a pilots licence, he used to do internal flights, but was now a manager of his own airline company, but his English was still good, so it wasn’t a problem.

“Howdy” he then turned to the doctor and said “could you excuse us for a few minutes?” the doctor nodded and left.

“Doctor said you have amnesia” “yes, he also said I was raised in Tabriz, and that I had been involved in a road traffic accident” she picked up a folder and opened it, showing X-rays of the fractures to her legs and shins

“This doesn’t look like the result of an impact with any road vehicle I can think of, the fractures looks wrong for that, and-” she produced X-rays of her chest, there where lumps of metal lying on lighter patches of bone “- I have no idea what could have caused these bits of metal to have gotten there”

She got a side on X-ray which shoed the lumps of metal with smaller flakes behind them in her lungs, these trails also appear elsewhere in her body including her breasts, he had seen these X-rays himself, the doctor had asked him the same questions, he didn’t have an answer for them.

“The RTA was something I made up, you’re not really my wife, that was made up so that I could get you covered by my families medical insurance” “okay, so who am I?” “I don’t know, all I know is that my cousin had this Kurdish friend who got drafted into helping you escape the Fedayeen Saddam”

“The Fedayeen Saddam, … I think I know of a Saddam, … didn’t he get frozen by someone with a fire extinguisher along with his dog and then get smashed with his dog, then merged when they thawed?” “ … Huh?” “ … Okay, who’s Saddam, and what’s a Fedayeen?”

“Saddam Hussein is the president of Iraq, Irans neighbour, the Fedayeen Saddam is their secret police, their version of the Gestapo, only less professional, officially they are supposed to sniff out dissent, they do that, but mostly they pick someone at random, and torture them, sometimes even, … ”

She guessed what he had trouble saying and looked down at her abdomen “so, … this baby then, … ” “yeah, I doubt the hospital had any cause to examine your genitals, so, … ”

“Okay, … well, … father might be a psychopath, but the baby never did anything, I just hope I don’t miscarry as a result of a flashback or nightmare” “the doctor kept me informed about your physical condition, said if you woke up, you’d be able to leave shortly after” “okay”

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“Come in” Daria entered the directors office with her report, along with Stacy and Sara Cidal.

“Do we have anything?”

“She’s either dead or still in Fedayeen custody, we know she hasn’t returned to her drug smuggling, we now know she was posing as one Susannah Sheridan.

It occurred to us to look at legitimate businesses, Susannah headed this company Sheridan aerospace that has come out with several technical innovations including production fusion reactors and ion jets.

The employees said she insisted on delaying the release of the products on the open market, but she was missing for several weeks, and a search of her residence by the Mexican police turned up fingerprints that weren’t matched against the US database until now.

It seems she was putting her drug money into two accounts, the factory account and her personal account, her personal account was mostly being spent on glass modules.

She also purchased a sky crane, some flatbed trucks, CNC machines, extruded steel and hydraulics for some sort of platform, she had also taken a number of reactors for her own use, none of that equipment has been recovered, she never told anyone how those pieces will fit together”

“Okay, so all of this was funded by drug money, if she is still alive and she escaped, would she return to what she was doing?” “Yes, but she would not do the same thing, I doubt she’d return as Susannah Sheridan.

She would pick something else, she may not need Sheridan Aerospace now, so she’ll probably become a car dealer or something, but if she needs a lot of money, she’ll probably smuggle drugs”

“Can she do that without the Tigerowl?” “With the machines she’s got, she could easily build a stealth, we’re less certain it will be as advanced as the Tigerowl, she may still need to order specialist equipment for that, she may have a reduced threat detection capability, and may be easier to shoot down”

“Sweet” “there is another possibility, she might abandon her Mexican base and instead set up in Asia, Africa, or Europe, we will need to get in touch with any friendly governments and get them on board, give them what we know.

She will probably attempt to disguise herself, but she might not, and expect us to dismiss reports of her being sighted as herself, she’ll avoid publicity, so situations like Sheridan Aerospace would be something to look out for.

Also the glassware, she needs it for something, if she abandons her Mexico base, she’ll be ordering them somewhere else”

“I see, … any speculation on what the glass would be needed for?” “Best guess would be chemical plant, or a submarine base, with a fusion reactor and some other gear, it could move, it would be surrounded with fuel, she’d have free range over the world oceans”

“So she’s going the Captain Nemo route?” “That’s the strongest possibility we got, we’re going to be looking at all the pieces, she could be making things herself though.

She does have those CNC machines, and the parts for a foundry can be made just about anywhere, she could mould and machine parts she doesn’t have out of scrap”

“Okay, that is a significant improvement on what we had, I’ll forward your recommendations to the president” “right” “carry on” “right” they left the office.

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“So, must be exciting, doing work for the CIA” enthused Sara “yeah, it’s indescribable” said Stacy “under threat of imprisonment” said Daria, she continued “a touch irritating, I can’t put any of this on my resume” “oh yeah”

Sara hadn’t spent as much time around Daria as she had around Stacy until they started working for the CIA as consultants.

“So, Daria, I hear you wrote spy novels” “yeah” “how has your experience working for the CIA affected that?” “Well, I doubt anything I fictualise would cause any problems.

But now I’ve actually had access to classified materials, I do wonder if I’m going to get myself jailed for breech of official secrets or something”

A legitimate anxiety, Sara reflected, she then asked “what about you Stacy? You seem to have grown more confident since the last time we worked together” “yeah” said Stacy “I’ve been doing Kung Fu, it’s very cool” “she had an aggression problem for a while, but she got that sorted”

Stacy blushed at that, Sara inquired “she was too aggressive” “no, the opposite, then she was too aggressive for a little, but you got that sorted, don’t you Stacy?” “Yes” said Stacy, chuckling nervously.

Stacy had been pleased that she had overcome her inability to cause harm that night, but was now concerned she would hurt someone she doesn’t want to harm, in fact, she had had nightmares about it.

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Maha was glad to be leaving the hospital, Amher said he had a computer with internet access, she should be able to use keyword searches to speed the recovery of her memory.

She had been tortured and possibly raped by the Fedayeen, this child was probably conceived by said rapeen sen she got smuggled out of Iraq after being caught in a bombing, no one knew her real name, she needed medical attention.

So this Amher guy defrauded his medical insurance company and somehow made everyone believe she was his wife.

The fact she didn’t speak a syllable of Arabic puts a rather big dent in his story from the doctors point of view, they might be in serious shit now.

He amended his story, she is now an American whose marriage was arranged by his and her parents, the only reason he lied about her origins was because he was concerned she would get poor treatment if they knew she was from one of ‘The Great Satans’.

Of course the actual hostility between Iran and America had been steadily decreasing since the end of the Iran/Iraq war, so his second story seemed just as holy, but less so than the first one.

She hoped they where safe, since he could conceivably lose a hand, or get stoned (the kind that sucks), or something equally as drastic here.

So she was an American who had gotten picked on by the Fedayeen, she could be a spy, Amher had mentioned Iraq had a record for prohibited weapons violations, but that seemed wrong somehow, wouldn’t intelligence services have not only spies, but handlers that would ethnically blend in?

Maybe she was a journalist.

She had discovered something they wanted kept secret, and they wanted to know who her contacts where?

She dressed up in the clothes Amher had procured for her, apparently she had to cover her head and body, only exposing her face and hands, she joked about scrunches being lingerie, they got confused, and she stewed in irritation.

For some reason, jokes going over peoples heads seemed a familiar occurrence.

So they drove home.

His house was located in Zanjans suburbs, exterior was a rectangular shape, mostly titanium oxide white, small windows, the garden of this house, and those of all neighbouring houses contrasted so sharply with the distant desert mountains it seemed almost fantastic.

The traffic was mostly out of the 1970s, but the vehicles seemed to be well kept, there was the occasional contemporary model, such as the one Amher was driving.

She knew fuck all about the state of Irans economy, she guessed it was similar to that of America, she couldn’t really tell, having only seen this town and the inside of that hospital.

They got inside his house, she took it in, it was kind of like a Spanish villa except with less windows.

It had a joined lounge and kitchen area, the front door was next to the kitchen, a wall with a coat rack separated the front door from the kitchen, there where four decorative skylights, two on this side of the house, the other two over the bedroom and bathroom.

He showed her his room, it was tidy, but was lived in, he had a load of books lying about on various shelves, and a desk with a computer.

The keyboard had both English and Arabic Characters “computer will allow you to use English in your searches, just be careful about stuff that is insulting to Islam” “right, is it a problem that I might be an atheist?” “Not really, not to me anyway.

Just as long as you don’t start a brothel or start selling narcotics out of my house” “ha” she started up the computer and asked “any passwords I need to know about?” “No I’m normally the only one who has access to that computer, so never been a need” “right”

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“We’re ready to go Mr President” “okay, any legal problems with the invasion of Iran?” “Iraq” “SHIT!!! Iraq, … Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, … so, any problems with the invasion of Iraq?” “No legal problems, just remember to get the name right when we announce it to the world” “right”

Bush hung up, and continued to try to burn the name of the target country into his memory.

The public, according to polls, wants the United States to go into Afghanistan and go after Osama Bin Laden, but this was way more urgent, Tiffany Deckler in the hands of an organisation such as the Ba’athist government of Iraq was an urgent threat that had to be dealt with now.

The CIA had said that Tiffany was either still in Fedayeen custody, or dead, but couldn’t say for sure if she had given them the information needed to build their own nukes.

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Maha was taking a break from her search, in the absence of anything else, she had gone with the American popular culture references, and had learned everything about the cartoons and movies she had seen.

But she was not learning anything relevant to her own situation, she had looked up stuff on Saddam Hussein, and his secret polices, she saw a picture of Uday Hussein, that had made her nauseous and angry, but she still needed to find out why.

She sat down on the sofa sipping the cup of coffee she had prepared for herself as she flicked through the various channels.

Most of them seemed to be soaps, period dramas, or even Quran tales (she was guessing there’d be a Muslim equivalent of Bible tales), but without knowledge of the local language, she didn’t have a clue what they where saying.

She found something resembling a 24/7 news channel and stayed with that, until she ran out of patience with her inability to understand what the fucking hell they where saying and turned the TV off.

She tried the radio, see if she could find something resembling music, she found a station that was throwing out what seemed as close to rock as she was going to get around here.

The stuff could be totally anti freedom, misogynist, xenophobic ranting for all she knew, but as unintelligible noise with a beat, it would do.

She returned to the computer and decided to try news sites, maybe some recent event might be useful.

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“We now go live to the United Nations where President bush is making an emergency announcement”

CNN cut to the United Nations conference room where all representatives are gathered.

President bush was entering the room with the defence secretary.

He took his position and started “as you are awareware, four months ago, we received intelligence that Tiffany Deckler was in the custody of the Fedayeen Saddam, by the time we received this intelligence, she had been in their custody for more than three weeks.

We had to destroy all their facilities, irrespective of the innocent lives that would be lost, there may have been several million innocent people in those prisons, but there are 6 billion innocent people on the planet, give or take a few criminals.

Because we received this information so long after she was located, we have to assume until we know better that the Fedayeen have obtained the knowledge she has on how to construct micro fusion initiators that may be used to make ultra cheap infantry nuclear weapons.

Therefore, at the request of its neighbours, we will be going into Iran” “IRAQ” “FUCK, IRAQ, not Iran, Iraq, … where was I?”

“Between Iraq and a hard place” said Daria, as she watched this with Stacy and Sara.

They watched as Bush pretended he didn’t just fuck up big time in front of a couple hundred clearly worried diplomats and wrap up his speech with the declaration of War on (after making certain he remembered the name of the country he was declaring war on) Iraq.

He allowed 10 minutes for questions and then left to formally order his generals to kick off the war.

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It was a strange feeling for all three of them, it wasn’t like their inputs had done anything to guide the decision by Bush to go to war, but they felt like they had done something to bring this to be.

On the one hand, the Ba’ath party was going to be about as missed as Italies fascist party, although Benito Mussolini was probably hated more for his incompetence than for any of the repression that Saddam was doing.

But on the other hand, the current administration didn’t strike Daria as anywhere near patient enough to do an effective reconstruction job on Iraq, or any other country for that matter.

Still, it was going ahead for a very good reason, Daria just hoped her fears where misplaced.

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“Aaa-aaa, aaa-aaal, burquerque” Maha sang as she scrolled through the page.

She couldn’t remember much of the song, which to be fair, was a long one for someone with amnesia to be expected to remember, but she just knew she was one of those “seven something-something, six something-something, FI-IIIIVE GO-OLLLLD RI-IIINGS, four something-something-” kind of people.

She could remember some of the lines and chords from the United States national anthem, but she was sort of hazy about the middle, and the end.

On the plus side she had the right country, but the sheer size of the united states meant she was going to have to look through just about every town in order to jog her memory.

She might even have to go through all this several times before she sees it.

Why couldn’t she remember which state she was raised in? Surely looking at the map would have jogged that memory.

She had considered the possibility that she was raised in Mexico and ended up in the United States later, but the Spanish felt like a secondary language.

Then there was her knowledge of nuclear physics, physical chemistry.

Amher entered the house and called out for her “in here” he entered the bedroom “how’s it going?” “Slowly, I think my baby will be in college before I get my memories back, I should be able to remember which state I grew up in, but none of them ring any bells, so I’m going town by town”

“Did you hear what happened?” “I doubt it, what happened?” “America’s invaded Iraq” “that a good thing or a bad thing?” “Apparently some terrorist with the knowledge to make very cheap nukes is in there, I reckon it’s just an excuse for imperialist expansion”

“I think I know something about nuclear weapons” she opened a new window and entered the keywords ‘Iraq’ and ‘“nuclear weapons”’, the results came back in the thousands.

“Okay, so I’ll have to refine my search a little”

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It was getting late, and Mahas eyes where glazing over.

Amher checked in on her and said “so, how are we going to handle sleeping arrangements?” “Well, … I’m not really sure, but until I know what I was supposed to be doing before I lost my memory, maybe we should sleep together, … of course if I have a nightmare, I could end up sleep killing you”

“Hmm, yeah, me verses a pregnant girl, how would I survive?” “Amher, I ain’t shitting you here, I think I had some form of combat training, I think may have killed some people too” “if you say so, you want the bed or the couch?”

“Couch seems comfortable enough, I’ll sleep there until I’m a little more certain I’m safe to sleep with” “alright” she shut down the computer and got up, running her hand on her belly, then her breasts, then she thought of something “hey Amher, you thirsty?” “What?”

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“Okay, there where several explosions at various offices and the Husseins residences, and at the various air defence complexes, no one here seems to know what the situation is with the Ba’athist administration, they seem to have been taken completely by surprise”

Daria watches the news as each news channel reported it, most had no opinion as to weather or not this war was a good thing, but this was still the first 24 hours.

The United States had launched from Iran because that put the US army closer to the places where the Fedayeen and Ba’athists could run and hide, the sooner these area where taken, the more manageable the war would be.

The airforce was more evenly divided between Iraqs neighbours, this would mostly be doing defence suppression, aerial superiority, and close air support.

It was estimated that the US would have control of the eastern half of Iraq in three days, this was due to the element of surprise and the position of the starting line.

The idea was that the United States would make Iraq safe for Iraqs neighbours to enter, and their troops would help with the reconstruction of Iraq.

Of course, this would be after the US searched for Tiffany and her weapons, since the US was mindful of the possibility that Iraqs neighbours would resume their hostile stance once the threat of Ba’ath Iraq becoming a nuclear power was alleviated.

It was weird the way Daria continued to regard Tiffany.

She was the greatest threat to humanity since the Cuban missile crisis, a one girl marine corps, a proven psychopath, and yet, Daria still felt bad about the fact she was either dead or suffering something the warped minds in the Fedayeen Saddam had devised.

It was this sympathy that had interfered with Daria shooting her the first time, she could definitely shoot Tiffany if she had the opportunity to do so now, but she would hate having to do it.

The phone rang.

Daria answered it.

She was given the code word and was told to be ready for pickup in 30 minutes.

That could mean only one thing: the CIA had found something in Iraq they needed her to look at that could indicate Tiffany had divulged her recipes.

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Maha awoke with a Start and almost fell off the couch.

“Whoa, you alright there?” “Yeah, I just got a panic reaction for some reason, might be related to some of the things the Fedayeen did” “right” she sat up and stretched out, doing a perfect splits on the couch and leaning forwards, sideways, and bending over backwards before finally standing up.

“So, … we got anything to eat around here?” “Not really, I normally just get some junk food out the nearest McDonalds” “guess I’d better get dressed then”

“I could get a bag of food to go, if you want to get started on your net surfing” “alright, err, I don’t know what they got here, but make sure it’s big and covers as many food groups as possible, and see if you can score some mayonnaise as well” “right” he left to procure the food.

Maha turned on the computer and continued to stretch out as it booted up.

Even pregnant, she felt like she could at least compete in an Olympic event, if not score any medals.

Could she be a Navy SEAL who got captured when a mission went pear shaped?

She had dreamt of situations involving the use of automatic weapons, and that girl kept showing up, along with others, she knew that the people she wasing ing in her dreams where superimposed over movie characters.

But there was one dream where she was protecting a piece of machinery that looked like some advanced stealth aircraft from attack by these girls, and by a SWAT team, this didn’t look like it was out of any movie she knew of.

It felt real, but it remained just out of reach, it was so frustrating.

She finished her stretching and sat down, she started to realise that she was horny, she remembered reading somewhere that it was perfectly safe to have sex while pregnant, but couldn’t work out where.

She considered weather or not to proposition Amher for sex, he seemed alright with the idea of nursing off of her last night, it was something she proposed both in appreciation for the risks he’d taken for her and because she wanted to be producing high yields for the baby.

High yields, … that led her to think about nuclear weapons again, and for some reason, thinking of nuclear weapons sexually aroused her, was she some sort of pyromaniac?

That could just be a hobby of hers, or it could be the reason she was worked over by the Fedayeen, she committed arson against some Fedayeen members person or property while visiting Iraq, but she doubted that was the case.

Using the force may work if you’re a Jedi, but for Maha, it was the most irritating way to remember her life imaginable.

She was also aware that there where some things she wouldn’t want to remember, as demonstrated by her reaction to Amher tickling her bare feet, the sensation had alarmed her so much that it had to be related to the torture she had been told she suffered.

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“So, what’s up?” asked Daria as she entered the conference room.

“It seems that items we know Tiffany had where found at a prison complex, along with some computer filesludiluding some CAM programs, we need your opinion on this” “right” Daria looked at the plans and asked “you have any experts look at these?”

“We did, apparently they don’t do anything, we would like to know if it was something Tiffany generated to stop whatever the Fedayeen was doing to her, or if it’s just the Fedayeen fucking with us” “right, Stacy and Sandi going to get a look too?” “They’re headed in now” “okay”

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The invasion went down as was hoped, and Saddam was arrested within a week, Uday and Qusay remained at large.

Mass graves where discovered and secured, CSIs where recruited for the task of processing the evidence.

The priority was to find Tiffany, or her body if she was dead.

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“You sure it’s a good idea to be doing that so close to birth?” “As long as I don’t get too strenuous” Maha replied.

Maha was in the process of doing the contortion exercises she seemed to want to maintain, it seemed risky when she first came out of her coma, but now they where approaching the expected birth date, the exercises seemed insane.

The specific routine she was doing was a load of cartwheels.

“Okay, … not too strenuous, … I’ll be surprised if we don’t end up with a breech birth” “I still wish I knew who I really am, I mean, Maha Saheeb is probably an Islamic equivalent of Jane Doe”

He now knew all she knew of American pop culture, and she could now read and speak Arabic, he now knew America actually meant well, but was run by people who where thick, making the US foreign policy innocent by reason of, … being thick.

She now knew that Islam had the ban on pig meats in common with Judaism, and she now knew that Iranian soap operas where just as brain liquefying as American soaps, it had been a real cultural exchange, but she was still no closer to knowing who she was.

She was still going through the names of American towns, and reading up on childcare, she was producing half a litre of milk every day now, which should fulfil the babies needs.

While she figured she might find herself returning to some other life when her memory returned, she was settling in with Amher like they where in fact husband and wife, not just pretending to get medical cover.

“Here’s a question: you remember your life, would you go back to it?” “I don’t know, I mean, I have all these feelings that tell me that I was some sort of soldier or spy, or even a mercenary, but I might find I didn’t take on such a role voluntarily.

According to the doctor, I am not a full adult, so it seems strange I would be involved in anything hazardous in a legal job in any American armed service, it’s just so strange”

“The main question I have is weather or not you’re going to be here to raise your child” “I don’t even have enough information tndernder a guess, but it’s the same question as will I get killed in a road traffic accident?” “I guess” he wasn’t hiding his anxiety very well, but she was.

The fact was she felt certain she was going to have to leave when she remembered who she was, certain topics kept bringing up feelings, discussions involving narcotics, terrorism, something was wrong here, there was something wrong with her life, but she had no idea what.

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“Not bothered about concealing evidence, are we?” Daria commented on the scene before her.

They where in Khanaqin, a town near the Iranian border.

Daria was here for two purposes, the first, to be on hand for anything Tiffany related, the second was that she was an assistant CSI with the United Nations crime lab.

“First impressions?” asked Sara “torture interrogation, followed by a murder” replied Daria.

The man was tied to the rocking chair, his feet tied together and to the ends of the skids, placing them in mid air, the injuries to the feet looked like 3rd degree burns, from the toes to the ankles, his throat was slit.

The farmhouse was ideally located where you would want to be if you wanted to allow someone you where torturing to scream and scream and scream without being heard, but they had been heard.

The passer by just didn’t have a cell phone, so it took as long as it took for this person to reach a landline for this to come to their attention.

“Man, I heard about this” one of the Iraqi police cadets said, heading to a door leading to the bedroom “the wife will be through here” he put on a glove and opened the door “yep” Sara and Daria entered.

The wife was tied to the bed spread eagle, her abdomen had a 10cm slit just above the naval, a slit throat, blobs of semen on the upper thighs (nothing in the womans genitals indicated she had been raped, they had probably just masturbated on her after they killed her).

The perpetrators obviously enjoyed their work.

In addition to the sperm, there where bloody fingerprints on the woman and on the door handle.

“Fedayeen?” asked Daria “yep” the cadet replied “guy could have had something they wanted, or it was just done for fun, or they wanted to scare people from testifying in court”

“Okay, prints and sperm first, then we’ll be looking for anything to indicate what purpose this had” said Sara.

Sara had volunteered to join the UN forces that would be investigating the crimes committed by the Ba’athists, and to help train the Iraqi police force that would, instead of being used as a tool of oppression, would now be used to protect the public.

The problem was that the Fedayeen where extremely vocal about their concerns about their own futures, statements such as the one Saras group was processing occurred all over Iraq.

Another thing that irritated Sara was how sy thy the Iranian soldiers that where part of the occupying forces where towards them.

They where standing in for the police while the first generation of free Iraqi cops where being trained, and because they where upholding a more generic legal system, they couldn’t pick on women for exposing their hair, or being forensic scientists.

Daria had speculated when this issue had been discussed that it was because due process and suspects rights made law enforcement agencies have to do actual investigative work, and that they resented doing things their way.

At this point an eavesdropping Iranian soldier came over and arrested them for insulting Islamic scripture, and almost popped an artery in the brain when he found he couldn’t hold them, or whip them (he had produced a coiled bullwhip before someone reminded him he couldn’t).

Sara could tell Daria got a kick out of winding up these kind of assholes, but in places like this, such activities can be seen as felonious, Daria had assured her she wouldn’t cross that line, but she wasn’t inspiring much confidence.

“Should we tell the coroner to check the abdominal cavity for hangnails?” Daria asked, as she laid out the scale next to the handprint and photoed it.

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Maha was sitting at the computer reading though the pages on American towns when she hit somewhere familiar.

Lawndale.

That was a familiar sounding town.

Located in California.

It was then that she felt something burst inside her, the seat was soaked.

“Okay, game on” she shut down the computer and went to the phone.

She got about halfway there before she aborted and instead went to the bed, she removed her panties, got on the bed, and knelt with her knees wide, the baby emerged on the first push, she shrugged and said “meh, as long as it’s alive, I’m happy”

She lifted the baby and pulle (sh (she checked it’s groin, it was a girl) from under her along with the placenta, turning it onto its front to ensure all the liquid had left her lungs, it started crying, she rushed to the kitchen to pick up some scissors, food ties, and disinfectant, and picked up the phone as she returned.

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“WHAT??? WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME SOONER?” Amher asked “there wasn’t time, water broke, then I felt her head pass the cervix as I stood up, I had to eject the baby immediately, I called the doctor before I called you, he’s headed over now to check the baby”

This sounded incredible.

“That’s gotta be a fucking record, how long does it usually take to give birth?” “Shortest time I read was 10 minutes” there was a knock in the background “that’s probably the doctor, excuse me” she put the phone down and he waited.

“Doctor’s here, he’s checking the baby over, can you get off work early today?” “Yeah, I’m coming over there now” he hung up and left, 20 seconds!!! How the fuck was it possible?

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“The baby seems to be healthy, I’d like both you and the baby to spend the night in the hospital” “right, let’s wait for Amher though, it okay if I feed her?” “Shouldn’t be a problem” she exposed a breast and lifted the baby to it, it eventually shut up and started sucking.

“You want the placenta for medical research, or something?” “Nah, Iran doesn’t go into medical research, apparently it’s un Islamic for some reason that no one seems able to adequately explain” “hmm, just like the shape of the universe is Heretical to the religion of Cathol”

Amher got in “we ready to move?” Maha looked down at the baby who was still feeding “err, … ” she looked at the doctor who said “we can wait until the breast is empty”

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“Alright, the sperm we recovered matches three other crime scenes, but we haven’t been able to match those to any people” said Sara.

“What about a partial match to a child from a Fedayeen rape?” asked Daria “okay, Daria, we’ll do that.

We’ll go around asking for someone who got abducted off the street and raped and tortured to volunteerir cir child for forensic analysis, make the mother and the child feel like shit, would you like to do that?”

“Venomous enough?” Daria asked, then it started to occur to her that some sensitivity was due here “sorry, but we are lacking a description of the perpetrators here, and as long as they don’t get identified, the bodycount won’t stop rising”

“I know, … but you do understand that we’re talking about rape in a culture that is a touch prudish to say the least, and that some sensitivity is due, right” “yes, I know, … do we have Saddams DNA?” “Yes, why?” “Uday’s still at large, we can find out if it’s him right now”

“Err, … why would he still be here?” “I can’t think of a reason, so it’s probably him” “how does that work?” “Well, for one thing, it’s something we can confirm or deny in two minutes” “yeah, okay, you sold me on that, but your logic, how did that come to be?” “I didn’t expect Tiffany to return to Lawndale”

Sara looked sympathetic “you want to talk about it?” “Huh? … It’s just a hunch, besides, Uday’s insane, I doubt he was thinking logically when he wasted that food taster that introduced his dad to his second wife” “okay, so there’s nothing Tiffany did to you that affected you?”

“Well, I was unable to shoot her when she shot up the LVPD inctinct, I’m still embarrassed about that to this day, I get dreams where I’m unable to kill her while she’s killing my family, but it hasn’t caused any operational problems at all so far”

“Right, okay, as long as you’re being honest, Daria” “I am” “alright then” “let’s test the samples” “okay”

They selected the files and ran the test for a >40% match.

“46% match to Saddam Hussein, Udays sperm” “okay, so what’s he doing still in Iraq?” “Either he couldn’t leave, that’s not got my award for most probable explanation, by the way, or he’s looking for something, something valuable, that is worth the risk of being arrested here”

“Like what?” “Like a girl who knows how to manufacture the terrorists equivalent of the philosophers stone” “what? Tiffany Deckler?” “About the only thing I can think of that would keep him here” “okay, when did he lose her?”

“The most likely time I can think of would be when his house and prisons got blown up, any other time, there’s little or no way she could have escaped, the question I would have is why haven’t we seen any signs of her escape?”

“What signs would she give?” Daria shrugged and said “I dunno, crash in drug prices, unusual glass art being manufactured, big fuck off explosions, … maybe he broke her so bad she’s a gibbering wreck and she was evacuated by rebels to a neighbouring country with a funny farm”

“You do realise that you’re speculating a lot of that scenario?” “Yeah, it’s called profiling, it gives us somewhere to look until we know better” “alright then ### #############

Maha Saheeb entered the building, she hadn’t seen anyone yet, or heard any movement, but she was certain there where hostile personal knocking about the place.

She moved slowly, scanning the reception area for signs of life, she knew that on her own it would be a waste of time to check every room for bad guys, she had to go straight to her friendly contact and extract her ASAP.

She headed straight down the hallway to the entrance to the basement, there was a tee junction in the hallway right in front of the door, she kept glancing in both directions as she approached.

She lowered her MP5S as she approached holding the retractable stock like a stock grip, ready to point it in either direction in a milliseconds notice, she wanted to see them before they knew she was there if possible, but the same time would otherwise do.

She bobbed her head forwards, no bandits, she turned around and backed up to beside the door, she reached over to the handle and turned it slowly, it didn’t open, she pulled a lock picking kit out of her webbing and used it on thek, ak, all the time glancing around.

The lock eventually gave and she reached over with the other hand to open the door, she switched on the forearm light and entered the basement, closing the door behind her.

She had a number of throw and shoot charges (lump of C4 with an initiator) she could use if she had to blow the door on the way out.

She shut off the forearm light and advanced to the bottom of the stairs.

She flicked it on to check one direction, and swept to the other direction when there where no bandits in that direction, no bandits, she shut off the light and headed off to the right, there where four cages surrounding the buildings various utility plant.

She swept the torchlight in all directions at every junction, and eventually reached the door at the end which lead down to the sub basement.

The sub basement was divided into six rooms on two sides of the corridor.

She would have to check each room.

The first room on the left was the disrobing room which also served as the laundry room, there was a 2m by 2m mattress in the middle of the room with a 10cm wide padded pole rising out the centre.

It had two Velcro cuffs coming out of a tee, the cuffs and the tee could rotate, there where Velcro cuffs on the mattress perimeter on the corners and doubled in the midpoints between the corners.

One side of the room had large doubled up sinks, washing machines and dryers, the other had drawers where items of clothing could be stored while the owners had their brains washed.

There was no one here, and there was nowhere for anyone larger than a baby to conceal themselves.

She moved onto the next room.

The opposite room was the cleaning room, it had a frame in the centre over a drain, there where Velcro cuffs on straps leading to the corners of the frame.

There where high velocity sprays with soap mixers that would be used on the outside, and a low velocity nozzle stored in a heated tub on the frame for cleaning the insides, other tubs had a set of dental forceps and a syringe with a length of flexible tube for delivering laxatives into someones oesophagus.

There where also electric razors and tubs of wax for hair removal, urethral catheters, and sedatives.

There where also sinks, and storage lockers behind a divider.

She checked the room, including the lockers, no one here, none of the lockers could open.

She moved on.

Second left was the packing room, this was where the sedated patient would be fitted with sensors and electrodes, inflating vaginal and anal plugs, thoom oom had a table, a load of body boards in a corner, and a number of shelves full of equipment and consumables.

There was nowhere for anyone to hide here, she found no one here.

The next room was the processing room, this was where the conditioning occurred, there where 6 advanced meat lockers where the patients where placed in a body shaped cavity with nets to keep the body from contacting the surfaces.

This was to allow rapid alterations of temperature and cleaning without the need to remove the patient.

The head would be encased in a VR helmet which included tubes that could feed smells and tastes to the patients nose and mouth which would be fitted with an inflating gag.

The devices where rigged to a computer that would be used to control all visual, tactile, thermal, olfactory and electrical stimulus, all the lockers where open.

There where shelves for storing equipment, free standing plant for the provision of heating and cooling fluids, nutrients, drugs, olfactory stimulants, and waste removal.

No one here.

She went to the next room, third on the left, it was a recovery room with six beds fitted with restraints, it had shelves of disposable diapers so that the patients could get used to controlling their own urinary sphincter again without making too much of a mess.

No one here.

She went into the last room, it was an empty room with a seat in the middle, there where full length mirrors in each corner.

Her contact was here, it was a 12yo girl of the same ethnicity as herself, she was dressed in a frumpy nightdress and was sat rigidly with her hands crossed on her lap.

Looked alarmed at Maha.

There was no one else here.

“I’m here to extract you”

“I was told not to leave this chair”

“Those orders are irrelevant, come with me”

The girl looked terrified.

Maha entered and grabbed the girls left wrist “we’re leaving” the child protested as she was pulled to her feet.

“You’re evil” the girl said.

Maha ignored the girl, the girl had been thoroughly brainwashed, it would be a while before the girl regained her own will.

The doctor who did this (looks a lot like John Hammond off of Jurassic park) was standing at the foot of the stairs.

“Eeeaaaap, … what’s up Doc?” “Are you trying to corrupt my patient?” “Yes, with freedom, muahahahahahahahaaaaa” “sarcasm’s the lowest form of wit” said the girl “yeah, and it still feels like he’s getting such a bargain” replied Maha.

“You need my help Maha” “you need to get the fuck out of my way, Doc” “why?” “Now, I don’t want to shoot you, … wait, what the fuck am I saying?” she unloaded a string of shots from his heart to his forehead, and made an interesting discovery: the doctor is made of mimetic polyalloy.

“Okay” she let go of the girls hand and grabbed one of her throw and shoot charges.

The girl ran to the doctor, hugging his leg, saying “please help the bad lady” “I will” the doctor and the girl advanced “get away from him” Maha couldn’t use the explosive device on the doctor without blowing out the little girls eardrums.

“No” she had to do something, she unloaded the clip into the doctors face, she then ran up to them and dropped to the floor to slide into the girl, she then picked up the girl and carried her over her shoulder up the stairs, drawing her sidearm.

She couldn’t open the door, so she held her sidearm with her other hand as she placed a throw and shoot on the lock, she then pulled back to the base of the stairs, she then took the sidearm and shot the initiator, setting off the charge.

She headed up the stairs, but was stopped by a hand grabbing the top of her head, using her eyeballs as pressure points to pull her back.

She pulled the girl to her chest and let herself fall, rolling onto her shoulders and kicking at the doctor, only for her feet to get caught in his abdomen.

She changed the clip in her MP5 and unloaded it at the doctor, but this time, he extended new hands from his hips to grab her wrists, she was pulled to a standing position, facing him.

“Looks like you need to be cleansed again” she struggled against him as he walked back to the sub basement.

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“MAHA, WAKE UP!” she awoke.

“Sorry” she had obviously scared him, but he seemed alive.

“Bad dream?” “Yep” “it’s okay, those bastards can’t get you now” “this didn’t have Fedayeen in it” “oh?” “This was something else entirely, I was going into this place where this girl was being held, I had located her an was about to head out when this guy intercepted us”

“Oh, what did he look like?” “John Hammond off of Jurassic park, but I knew this guy, I’ve been afraid of him” “John Hamm- is that a movie reference?” “Let me guess, dinosaurs are offensive to Islam?” “I dunno, all I know is it isn’t available here”

She had gotten back from the hospital yesterday, everything had checked out fine, and she was feeling so good that she had fucked his brains out that evening, she had kept riding him after he had ejaculated so hard that he maintained an erection until the next charge started building.

That had worked 3 times, but then he couldn’t keep it up, so she had asked him to stick his fist up there.

He just kept his fist up and his elbow in a location where she could kneel over his hand, and she had fucked it herself, only then had she finally been satisfied.

He was fascinated that she had licked his hand clean, and was slightly uncomfortable when she then kissed him on the mouth, but had submitted to it.

He knew enough biology to know that there was nothing you could catch from ingestion of genital secretions that wasn’t more contagious through plain sexual intercourse, so he just indulged her in this.

“So, this guy scares you, huh?” “Yep, apparently, you know, I think the girl I was rescuing was me, and she didn’t want to leave, he had brainwashed her” “brainwashing, that’s, … what? Opening the skull and taking a sponge and soapy water and-” “it’s a generic term referring to mind control.

It usually involves manipulating a persons emotional state until they think the way you want them to against their better judgement, the degree of success varies depending on what you use.

The best techniques would be to emphasise a narrow band of injustices to create a desire for revenge like what the NAZIs did, and what both Israeli politicians and Islamic terror groups do now, you’ll find that such techniques are used by terrorist leaders in most long running conflicts.

Other techniques would be to use pain stimulus and imagery on a subject while he or she is under the influence of drugs that will cause a reflex action, … I think somebody used that on me, but until I know more about my past, I won’t know what it’s about”

“Sounds like you’ve had a rough time” “yeah, I might have been brainwashed into becoming a soldier, but intimidation wouldn’t work too well for that, unless you’re pretending to be the enemy while you do that”

“Maha, this is too early in the morning to be processing mind control conspiracies” “yeah, but sleep deprivation is a useful mind control tool” “d’aaaaahhhhhh”

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The Lawndale in California was turning out to be a non-starter, so she went to the next one, Lawndale Connecticut.

Already things where looking familiar.

The photos of various locations, the shopping mall, the high school, the police station, the marina at Lake Inert, … maybe there would be some things in the local newspapers.

She found one and went to the archives, she didn’t know what she was looking for, so she just scrolled down each group, reading the links, hoping to remember.

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There was a knock at the door.

“Yeah?”

The receptionist entered followed by some guy with a gun jammed in the back of her neck, he was using her headscarf (pulled back off her head) as a leash.

Amher stood up “hey, I paid the protection money yesterday”

A man in a black suit, shirt and tie entered, he looked familiar “oh, we’re not here for that, apparently you moved a girl for Sadjib Horst, and if you tell me who you moved her to, your death will be quick”

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Sadjib Horst may have been murdered in Iran, but the style was too much like the cases in Iraq.

He lived in Mianeh, and if he had, as Daria suspected, been involved in the movement of Tiffany Deckler, then Tiffany could be in an Iranian nut house.

Sara and Daria where being transported there by two-seater tomcat now, they needed to get a look at the crime scene ASAP in order to assess weather or not it was in fact Uday and his merry band of psychopaths.

One of the problems the Iranian forces had with working with the American advisors was that the Americans put the effort into logging evidence, and protected suspects rights.

That was most likely because the Iranian police forces where opposed to anything that could interfere with their clear up rates, and failed to make the distinction between suspects and convicts.

Of course there where American cops that where just as bad, but the Iranians seemed to encourage it, a serial killer could conceivably be accompanied by the acquaintances of his or her victims in jail if caught at all.

Then there was their attitude to rape, they hardly made use of fingerprints, and the most basic equipment for that is so commonly available there’s just no excuse.

Hence Daria and Sara flying in with their toolkits.

#############

Tiffany Deckler hits Lawndale in devastating murder spree.

This jogged her memory.

She knew about this.

She hit the link and read about the pupil who had apparently shot up a police station.

She opened a new window and entered Tiffany Deckler in the search engine.

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“Now, that girl has something I really want to know” “good luck Uday, you literally beat the information out of her, she came out of a coma 5 months ago with no memory of being Tiffany Deckler” “yeah, well, worst case of scenario, I get to play with her again”

Uday had the receptionist bent over the desk and was in the process of lifting her dress over her ass.

“Now, would you like to tell me where she is?” “No” “that’s okay, your charming receptionist will do as a substitute fuck toy-” “NOOOOO” she cried out “I’ll tell you where she is, just promise you won’t rape me”

Uday shrugged and said “okay”

#############

The search engine turned up numerous links including a site called Newgrounds, that stung for some reason, and FBI most wanted.

She went to FBI most wanted.

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“I’m sorry, Amher, I just don’t want to be raped” “well tough shit”

She looked at Uday in disbelief and said “you promised I wouldn’t-” “I promised I wouldn’t rape you, doesn’t cover my associates, I need to get going now” Uday left with two of his associates in tow, the remaining five settled in.

#############

“Sherlock, control, your targets are at Zanjan, a witness reported that the girl thought now to be Tiffany Deckler was sent to the following address”

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“No, fucking, way, abso-fucking-lutely no fucking way, … … I can’t, … ” Maha stared at the screen in disbelief.

This Tiffany Deckler had apparently killed her parents, a large number of cops, set off nuclear explosions in New York, she had even raped a boy, …

But she was remembering it all now, she remembered manufacturing and placing the devices, and the boy, she had abducted him and a girl, Stacy Rowe, and, … she was going to puke if she went much further down memory lane, but she wasn’t stopping on a dime here.

These firewalls where coming down like dominoes in a row, some of the things she could justify, her parents had planned to mutilate her brain, where her personality lived, the police she killed, she killed them in combat to achieve her aims.

Although there was no real need to go to Lawndale police department to stay free, it would have taken longer, but it would have worked just as well, and it would have avoided the need for her to abduct Stacy and make her watch her mutilate him.

And there was especially no need to manufacture that strap on dildo and rape him, what the fuck kind of animal was she?

She heard a key being inserted into a lock, … not a key, … someone was picking the lock on the door to the back yard.

She picked up the baby and planned her escape.

#############

Amher watched as the next two goons had a go with the receptionist, who had finished licking clean the penises of the first two.

An American girl poked her head round the corner and said “excuse me, I’m looking for the society of sadistic sociopaths” the three goons that weren’t abusing the receptionist pointed guns at her and waved her in.

“Where’s Uday?” “Oh, he’s picking up a girl, he’ll be back once he’s done” the girl walked between two of the goons, the only other one with a gun was next to Amher.

“Done, as in, … ” she mimed some moves, looking directly at Amher, it was after she had done it twice that he caught on, the goons simply thought she was doing some geeky sign language for sexual intercourse “eh? Yeah?”

She then mouthed “3, 2, 1” and pulled out of the line of fire from the two goons either side of her, grabbing their gun hands, she jammed her thumbs into the trigger guards, and placed the shots into their faces.

Amher took the opportunity provided by his goons surprise to carry out the moves the girl had mimed, shooting him with his own gun, Amher and the girl used the guns off the dead goons to secure the co-operation of the remaining goons.

“CLEAR” another American woman and a load of Iranian cops entered.

“Jesus Daria, did you have to initiate combat?” “Yes, we missed Uday by, … how long?” she asked Amher.

“12 minutes” “right” “my wife, he’s after my wife, she doesn’t know she’s Tiffany” “what?”

#############

Uday entered the bedroom again, where the fuck was she? There where signs of a baby having been here, that was gone too.

He went over to the computer and saw a post-it on the screen, he picked it up and read it “Amher, gone to the police station to turn myself in, I am a wanted fugitive, love you, Maha, AKA Tiffany Deckler, FUCK!!!” he stormed out.

Turn herself in??? That bitch was doing no such thing, he was going to intercept her and if she thought the first time hurt, just she wait!!!

#############

Maha, no, Tiffany, that’s who she was, she was this person, and everything that came with that, including wanted by just about every police force on the planet either to punish for various criminal acts, or enslave for their very own Manhattan project.

That meant she had to leave Amher and, … and her daughter, she had to leave her daughter, she had spent five months bonding with her, getting used to the idea of raising her, but if she was to avoid capture, she had to leave her to run effectively.

Plus this would be no life for her daughter, her daughter would be raised in total isolation from the rest of the world, … Tiffany was going to have to leave this world and hide out for the rest of her life.

She had been making preparations for this, before she lost her memory, but how was she going to, … … there was a way, but, … how?

The front door opened and closed, she figured these guys had found her note and where headed out.

She had looked around the door crack using a small mirror, and had recognised one of the men in the back yard as Uday Hussein.

She would have loved to dance with him, but that would have put the child at risk, so she instead written the post-it and hidden herself and her daughter on the roof, via the bathroom skylight.

Right now, she was keeping her quiet using her breasts, as soon as her daughter was done feeding, … there where police sirens, lots of police sirens, she was out of time.

#############

“So, that freak Uday is probably there by now, what’s going to happen?” “If she sees him before he sees her or can take the baby hostage, he’s going to die”

They where headed to a forward command post while the police evacuate the surrounding homes, and now Sara was pumping Daria for information “err, … he tortured her, wouldn’t that fuck with her just a little?”

“It might, she might know of a way to cripple him in a way that will be persistently painful for the rest of his life.

Given the amount of time she spent raping that boy, and how Udays treatment of her dwarfs what Jonathon chapel did-” “or she could be curled up under the bed in a state of panic” “I guess we’re about to find out”

They arrived at the house the police had commandeered, there was a suitcase sized radio on the coffee table, and two other officers where set up with computers that where feeding images from gun mounted cameras on some of the police officers looking at the house where Tiffany is holed up.

The police commander regarded the CSI and her assistant as they entered.

“So where are we?” Sara asked.

“We’re in Iran, Miss Cidal, you are not a part of the chain of command” the commander said, as if he needed to assert his authority.

“You will need us if you want to arrest or kill Tiffany without your whole precinct taking up residence in a cemetery, can we save the turf war for later when we’re not about to engage Tiffany Deckler?” said Daria.

“Your police forces haven’t handled her any better, and you don’t keep as many criminals in prison as we do, so why should we listen to you?” “Because we learned from the incidents, and I sort of doubt she would have remained undetected if she had shown up in one of our hospitals”

Saras phone rang, she answered “yes, … right, thanks” she hung up “NSA says Tiffany just used a satellite phone from a house across the street, she just called a number and asked for something named roadrunner to get over here, ETA, 8 hours”

The commander just sat there, and finally said “you’re still not getting any of my command” before picking up his radio and ordering the officers to surround the new location.

“We should also check Amhers house, see if she left the baby” said Daria.

“Hey, you’re not giving orders here, miss” “then think of it as a suggestion”

“Daria, you don’t think she rigged the place, do you?” “I doubt it, she’s leaving, there’s nothing for her to protect, and I doubt she’s going to risk killing her daughter, she only seems to kill to escape capture, it should be safe to enter”

Two cops entered Amhers house, they located the baby in the bedroom.

The other cops where surrounding the house the satellite phone was used in.

“Those things on the roof, they skylights?” asked Daria “yesssssss” replied the commander “get someone up there” the commander looked at her with the irritation of someone who had just been talked to like a five year old.

“What? It’s just a suggestion” one of the cops then radioed in “sir, I’d like to go up on the roof, maybe I can locate her from a safe position” the commander sighed and said “proceed”

“Would it help if you where to pretend I’m a man? It’s not like I got tits”

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Tiffany had to disguise her tits, she wasn’t certain weather or not Iran allowed women to drive, all she knew was Iran was a highly sexist state, so she might have to pretend she was a man in order to drive.

She had entered a third house and restrained its occupant to ensure that the vehicles owner wouldn’t call in the theft, this should buy her enough time to get to the next town where she could find a place to hide and wait for roadrunner to pick her up.

She normally encrypted her speech when calling roadrunner, but she didn’t have the necessary equipment right now, so she had to call straight up, that meant that the NSA would be able to locate her in approximately 3 seconds.

So she had waited until she was headed out before making the call, and had disconnected the batteries before moving on so they wouldn’t be able to read her vector.

She was right now preparing her disguise, she had shaved this mans head and was in the process of gluing the hair to her face, she would trim it with the electric razor in a minute, but she would need to get a move on very soon.

She would be playing an obese man because she could think of no other way to hide her bust, the problem would be reconciling her flabby torso with her bony hands, the beard was, in conjunction with her clothing, would disguise the thin neck.

She had found some gloves, she was going to have to put on several pairs on top of each other.

She was going to stuff her disguise with dirty laundry to put the police off of searching her and to enhance her gender disguise, she was going to find a suitable location to hide herself as she waits for her ride.

Roadrunner had been waiting for her to tell it to do something else for about three quarters of a year now, stealing gas off of any passing airline, she wondered how close the bearings in the engines must be to failure, she might have to eject on the way home, if Roadrunner got here at all.

This guy had some pistols, she would need some fighting capability in the event her pickup point was compromised.

#############

“Great, she’s gone, so where do we look?” asked the commander.

Daria considered this carefully “She called for something called roadrunner to come pick her up, I’m guessing that’s the Tigerowl.

I reckon that aircraft has been fitted with the hardware and software that would be capable of not only understanding spoken words, buannianning how it would fulfil those orders, it probably has the capability to assess and respond to threats.

She will need to talk to it again, if we have every available aircraft flying CAS, the aircraft would need to wait fairly close to this location for the final pickup point, and it would be more vulnerable when it does pick her up then at any other time, that would be the best time to hit it”

#############

Uday and his goons waited outside the police station.

Uday checked his watch and said “okay, we’re probably too late, we’ll wait another hour to be sure, then we’ll find somewhere to hole up and plan our next move”

They saw some police cars head into the police station, he noticed two Caucasian women, one of them looked familiar.

“That girl with the glasses, where have I seen her before?” one of the goons opened his jacket and pulled a folder.

He opened it and looked through, and replied “Daria Morgendorffer, she was one of the girls who where involved with the demise of the force we sent to pick up Tiffanies friends”

“Was she now? … That means she’s part of the reason we’re traipsing around the world looking for Tiffany instead of making our nuclear weapons, doesn’t it?” “Yes sir”

“That means we owe her some pain, if it takes longer to get to Tiffany, it would be nice to have her for stress relief, wouldn’t it?” “Yes sir, it would”

#############

Tiffany Deckler had found a location where she could park the car and abandon it, she now needed to find somewhere far away from the car where she could wait for roadrunner.

It was getting dark, that would give her better cover to move around.

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Amher took the bottle to the cot and tried to get the baby to take the teat into her mouth.

His wife was Tiffany Deckler, the wanted terrorist that had prompted America to invade Iraq, the reason Iran was getting on with America as an ally instead of a cold war opponent.

He had now fully read up on everything relating to the case, and still couldn’t quite match up the monster they had portrayed with her alias, Maha Saheeb, who he had gotten to know over the past five months.

This was just insane, she had arrived in his care unconscious, bruised and battered, cut up, she would have died if someone hadn’t kept feeding her intravenously, her limbs bent in places where there where no joints, she would have been in so much pain if she wasn’t comatose.

Then over time it became apparent she was pregnant, he had to disguise his renewed anger at the animals that had tortured her, he knew the pregnancy was most likely due to a rape.

She would need all the help she could get if she woke up (although given what else had been done to her, the rape would probably not even register).

Her amnesia had seemed like a bad news good news thing, the bad news, she didn’t know who she was, what her life was like, who her relatives where, etc.

The good news being the memories or tor torture would return at a more manageable pace, if at all, she wouldn’t spend her pregnancy on suicide watch, and end up giving birth to a drug addict.

He had enjoyed her company, she seemed to have enjoyed his company, they had enjoyed having sex (even when pregnant), he had also enjoyed finding out about her life as she remembered it.

He had discussed the way she had remembered this stuff with their doctor in light of her true identity, the doctor reckoned she was not faking the amnesia, she had joked about her using the force to guide her minds recovery, he had run this past the doctor.

He wasn’t sure about that, but the American criminologists who where there at the time had described this movie ‘Starwars a New Hope’ whJediJedi use vague feelings to guide their actions, the doctor had agreed with that interpretation.

His freedom had depended on saying Tiffany was liable for the insurance fraud, it was, logistically, a moot point, given how much shit she was in, but he felt bad about the lie.

But he would prefer to be free because it would allow him to raise this child, she was the daughter of two psychopaths, but he didn’t care, he loved one of those psychopaths, and this girl was thesestsest thing he had to her.

Now how the fuck do you get these things to feed off the bottle?

#############

It was time, Tiffany put the batteries back in the satellite phone and called roadrunner again.

This number would alert the NSA to her location, so if it turned out roadrunner had crashed, she would have to drop the phone and leg it.

She hit the send button, and roadrunner answered immediately.

“Roadrunner, Tiffany, X-ray, hotel, Oscar, Oscar, uniform, ready for extraction”

She had installed a code for unencrypted calls, this code would rotate every time she called with the correct code, since she anticipated the NSA attempting to hijack her aircraft.

She had programmed the register to ignore calls without the correct code, and to make the NSA computers into a very expensive paperweight for about a week if they tired anything.

She had apparently rehearsed each sequence for days straight, this was so she would get it right in a tight situation, but a useful side effect was it had survived her amnesia.

#############

The alarm went off, Daria awoke, ignoring the glares of the cops and said “that aircraft should be arriving soon”

She and Sara where in the command centre of the Zanjan police department, the Iranian airforce where keeping them in the loop.

“Control, CAP 5, just got a visual on something on FLIR, looks like the bandit, it’s descending towards Qazvin, request instructions” “splash it” “control, roger, CAP 5 engaging target, Atolls hot”

“For fucks sake, we still need to locate Tiffany, … hang on, Sara, call the NSA, if it’s going to Qazvin, she must have called again” “right” Sara called the NSA.

“Fox 1, … … fox 1, … … target’s evading the missiles, CAP 5 going in with guns, … … I’m hit, mayday, mayday, mayday, CAP 5 making emergency landing on road sierra 7” “Control, roger CAP 5 down”

Sara waited about a minute “someone should have picked up by now” “probably a problem with the NSAs computers, courtesy of roadrunner” “great, just great, is there anything that aircraft can’t do? no really, not a rhetorical question here”

#############

Tiffany waited behind the rocks as she listened to Roadrunners audio log of its encounters with the Iranian airforce, she had programmed Roadrunner to use minimum force where it would do, so Roadrunner hit the APU and engines of any hostile aircraft, since you can’t fight without power.

She had also programmed Roadrunner to be wary in the event of a hot extraction, the location she had picked was on the side of a hill, that gave Roadrunner terrain to use for cover.

#############

“Control, CAP 7, the bandit is changing vector, it’s going over the ridgeline, it’s approaching a person on the hill side, over” “CAP 7, control, hit it now” “roger”

#############

Roadrunner came up fast and stopped next to Tiffany as she made her way down the hill, it placed itself underfoot, and Tiffany dived into the cockpit, Roadrunner took off immediately as Tiffany was strapping herself in.

She had installed hydraulics on the cockpit lid, so it could open and close itself as Tiffany did something else.

“Atoll, Atoll” Roadrunner announced as it evaded the shots, the missiles impacted the ground behind roadrunner, she put on the VR helmet and saw what roadrunner saw, including threthreats or unusual signatures, and virtual flags over towns.

“Take me home, roadrunner”

#############

“Control, CAP 7, no joy, it picked herself up too fast” “fuck!”

The commander turned to Daria and Sara and said “you’re the ones who said to wait until it tried to pick her up” “Yeah, well that was our best chance, not our fault your forces are crap.

How about we look at something less difficult now, like getting Uday, because he’s here somewhere”

#############

Sara and Daria returned to the airport, they would get some sleep, then they would return with their pilots, who had also attempted to shoot down Roadrunner, but had kept their distance.

They hadn’t been top gun trained, but they knew better than to bite off more than they could chew, which was good, because the F14s guaranteed them a flight without some kid crying his or her eyes out throughout the flight.

It seemed to happen on just about every airline flight, like it was an international regulation that all airliners must have a kid crying on every single flight.

Plus the tomcats had all these cool weapons on them and could go supersonic.

#############

“Yes?” “Special delivery for Daria Morgendorffer” this was straight out of an American cartoon, it amused Udays goons that they where using the line.

The door opened, and they shoved their way in, a startled Daria moved back to avoid being toppled, and grabbed one of them, she pulled him over, flipping him over he
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She continued over and stood up on his chest, drawing her weapon as she kicked his head against the floor.

Uday and the other goon had their weapons out, the goon just ahead and to the left (Darias right) of Uday.

“Two of us, one of you, can’t get us both at once” said Uday, Daria said “Oh, Yes, I can” like a pantomime character before she took her shot at the goon, it impacted his guns muzzle, scratching his trigger hand, this caused him to drop it, and Uday cried out, dropping his gun too.

Now neither psychopath had a gun, and Daria had control.

“DARIA?” Sara called out from next door.

“Catch you later, bitch” Uday said before running off, the ricochet had struck him near or in his eye, Daria couldn’t tell.

The goon failed to realise he should also run, and Sara got behind him with her weapon.

“Daria, what’s going on?” “Uday was here, left his trash, and said he’ll be back” “right”

#############

Uday had to leave the area now, he looked for an aircraft to do that in.

He saw the tomcats parked in the private aircraft parking area, but they where under heavy guard.

#############

There where more shots.

The cops arrived and took in the goons.

“We need to find Uday now” Daria said, making her way outside.

#############

Uday got in the F14 and proceeded to hot wire it.

#############

“Daria, Sara, what’s going on?” the pilots met them on the apron.

“There where shots out here” “yeah, they came from the direction of our aircraft” Daria didn’t respond, she just ran in the direction of the tomcats.

They got there in time to see Uday taxiing off in one of the tomcats.

“Right” said Daria, she ran to the nearest airport service vehicle and grabbed a fire extinguisher, she then ran behind the tomcat and bent over and ran up to it under the exhausts.

“What the fuck is she playing at?”

Daria got up to the starboard intake and grabbed it, letting the aircraft drag her as she unloaded the CO2 into the engine.

#############

Uday had no idea why the engine quit, but had no choice but to keep moving, he hoped he could take off on one engine.

The canopy was released from the airframe, what the fuck? He looked around and saw Daria on the ladder for the RIOs cockpit, pointing a gun at him.

“Stop the aircraft, and turn off the engine” he restarted the engine on her side, and increased to military thrust, the airflow exceeded what she could resist single handed, and he quickly had her unable to threaten him.

He had enough distance ahead of him on the taxi ramp to take off, and he was certain that the fan could chew on her without disintegrating, military engines where built like a brick shit house.

The canopy lifted off of the cockpit as the speed got up, and he reached VR, Daria still hanging onto the side.

He turned towards Zanjan and used it for cover as he figured out where he wanted to go.

He headed east, hugging the mountains, he figured his best bet was to go to Afghanistan and make contact with the Taliban, and hope they would allow him to crash for a while.

He could form an alliance with them, there where still Fedayeen agents in Iraq, and they where guilty of at least as many different offences as he was, if not the same number, they had as much to gain from getting the Americans out as the Taliban will from repelling the American invasion.

Plus, Afghanistan was at least as misogynist as he was.

It was a pity that bitch had ejected the canopy, because he would have preferred to be going supersonic about now, he had trouble reading the instruments at this velocity, he concentrated on the FLIR and listened out for the altitude warnings.

He wondered if he would hear that bitch hit the fan when that happened, or if it had already happened?

Not quite as painful as he would have liked her death to be, but at least she spent time looking down the intake and feeling her fingers slip off that ladder before it happened.

He considered how he could use it as a method of execution, as mentioned it would be quick, but it would be spectacular, and would intimidate any witnesses.

#############

Tiffany made it back home, … what a crappy home it was, not bad as far as holes in the ground go, but it reminded her that she was on the run, that she had to stay away from other humans for the rest of her life.

That included Amher and her daughter, she could never be involved with either of them from now on, now she knew who she was.

Was this her?

She knew who she had become for whatever reason, she had become Tiffany the retard to avoid being sent to Dr Glacer for further torture, then she became Tiffany the master criminal in order to procure what she needed to avoid unwanted pregnancy and to neutralise Dr Glacer and her parents.

Now she was on the run, she was Tiffany the super villain, with all the clichés therein, … although she hadn’t told any captive she had acquired her secret plans, and was rarely foiled, but she was on the run, and needed to concoct elaborate plans to procure what she now needed to build her final home.

She had spent some time as Maha Saheeb the refugee with amnesia.

In that time, she had gotten used to interacting with Amher, who was a good person for someone who grew up in a theocratic gender biased state.

He was relaxed about her personal values, didn’t mind she was an American, didn’t disrespect her speculation that she had been a combatant with a background in nuclear weapons.

He had enjoyed her company, he had enjoyed hearing about the back story behind every pop culture reference she had used in jest or as a metaphor, and she was confident he would be a good farther to her daughter.

But now she was back in the world of Tiffany the super villain, where she could only trust herself and her creations, she could never relax around other humans again, what she had with Amher that she had enjoyed so much, she would never have again.

She had to do something violent, right now, she headed over to a punch bag she had set up in the living area and started laying into it with all her strength and fury.

#############

“Hello?” “Hi Mrs Morgendorffer, it’s Sara Cidal here” “oh, hi, how’s my daughter doing?” “err, … she is missing, presumed dead”

Helen sat there in silence for about a minute before she said “really?” “I last saw her trying to arraign Uday Hussein who was making off in an F14, she was on the RIOs ladder when the aircraft took off.

I don’t think she could have hung on for long, if she didn’t get sucked into the engine, she would have fallen a considerable distance and sustained fatal injuries there”

“Okay, … how long will it be before you recover her body?” “Could be up to 3 months of searching, that’s with Iranian army and local civilians volunteering to search for her, if she was sucked into the engine, it is unlikely we’ll find her before local wildlife completely consumes her body, we may end up burying an empty casket”

“I see”

There was another minute of silence.

“Mrs Morgendorffer? Are you there?” “Err, … yes, I am, … I have to hang up now, I got work I need to be getting on with” her voice was too serene for anyone to mistake her shock for callousness “okay, I’ll call you again when I have more information to share with you, okay?” “good bye” Helen hung up and considered what to do.

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