kDelta City PI #19 by DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Delta City, Ms. Americana and the other heroines of Delta City are the creation of Mr. X. Witchfire / Krystal and Lt. Falcon are the creation of Silkcords. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to make use of them in your own stories as long as you keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com It was the same dream that woke Nancy up the next morning. The one with her straddling the body of a man and cutting his throat with a knife. She knew it was a dream even as she woke up, but she still would have roled out of bed in fight or flight mode, but warm soft arms enveloped her and held her in bed. "It's ok Nancy, it was just a dream, or a nightmare I guess, said a female voice. Nancy finally was able to focus her eyes on the source of the voice. "Christine?" she said in an uncertain tone. "Yep," said the younger blonde. "You started to thrash about, so I grabbed you to try and keep you from hurting yourself. That was kind of scary because I didn't think there was anything that could scare you." Nancy let herself sink back fully onto the bed and noticed for the first time that both Christine and her were still naked. "I'm not Supergirl or even Ms. Americana. There are a lot of things that can scare me." "Well I suspect even they get scared sometimes," said Christine and kissed Nancy on the lips. "Could be," agreed Nancy returning the kiss and letting her hands roam over Christine's body cupping the round young ass and enjoying the feeling of the younger woman's warm flesh pressing into her, especially those round soft tits. Their early morning love making session was interrupted by a knock on the door. Nancy hurriedly retrieved her gun from her trenchcoat and she peered through the spyhole for a second before opening the door to Cindy Kelly who was carrying a large takeout bag and a tray of coffee. Cindy looked at the naked detective and over her shoulder at the equally naked Christine. "Ooops, I really should have phoned ahead, shouldn't I?" Nancy sniffed the bag and shook her head. "Not if you are bringing breakfast." Cindy slipped into the apartment past Nancy while Christine grabbed her sleep shirt and covered herself. "Oh my god," cried Christine looking from Cindy to Nancy and back. "I didn't mean to do anything to come between you and your girlfriend Nancy." Christine turned an almost tearful gaze on Cindy. "I am so sory, it was all my fault...it just started out as asmidge of hanky and then we got into full on panky and ...." Cindy held up a hand to stop the flow of words. "Don't worry. Nancy and I are just friends with the odd benefit. I'm Cindy and you must be Christine. I'm a policewoman and I brought you your purse to save you a trip to the station. I can take yur statement and that way Commissioner Borden doesn't catch sight of Nancy at the station and blow a gasket. I also brought coffee and food since Nancy rarely has anything in her fridge." Still naked, Nancy opened the fridge and stuck her head inside. "No pizza left either, the Bog Thing must have gotten the last piece during the night." Cindy gave her head a shake. "Do you know how weird that statement is?" {I thought it was fairly standard for people to complain about what their room mates did," pointed out Nancy. "That would be human room mates, not eight foot tall slime covered ones," countered Cindy. "But you talk about it or him as if he was a perfectly normal room mate." Even worse, I brought a couple of extra breakfast sandwiches for it and coffee. I have no idea if it can eat them or drink coffee, but what the hell, I am getting to be as weird as you." "Not weird, just less boring," replied Nancy as she slipped her own sleep shirt on and then knocked on the bathroom door. "If you are hungry, come and get breakfast," she called. A minute later the bathroom door opened and the Bog Thing shambled out and over to the kitchen table where Cindy was distributing food. "I think you were asleep yesterday when Cindy dropped by," said Nancy to the Bog Thing. "So Bog Thing this is Cindy," said the detective gesturing towards the red head. "Cindy this is the Bog thing. Among other things, he saved my life in the bog." "Among other things," snickered Cindy and gave a nod to the Bog Thing who returned it. The breakfast sandwiches turned out to be quite palatable to the Bog Thing with a sprinkling of Miricle Grow on them. The coffe was apparently fine as it was. Nancy took a sip of her own coffee and made a face at the Bog Thing. "I don't know how you can drink that crap and like it." The Bog Thing of course said nothing, but just gave a small shrug of its massive slimy shoulders. * * * After breakfast, Cindy took down Christine's statement. The young blonde had been caught by surprise and had been so scared that she hadnt been able to provide much detail about her attackers other than the grey uniforms they had been wearing. "Do you think it was Bridge?" Cindy asked Nancy as the detective was letting her out the door and Christine had gone to shower. The Bog Thing had remained slumped by the table to give the girl privacy it seemed. "Yes," affirmed Nancy. Cindy looked from Nancy to the closed bathroom door. "Well, I don't see any costume, but she has to be an Aphrodite with that body. We need to do something about Bridge soon before he grabs another girl." "I'm working on it," said Nancy as Cindy turned and went up the stairs. After Nancy had showered and with no further hanky or panky, the Bog Thing returned to the shower and the two women left the apartment. Christine had the day off from the library and was going to spend the day at Nancy's office to make sure she was safe. The perky blonde had also been excited to learn about Nancy's upcoming show that night and was more than willing to join the detective there for the evening. "I've never been to a strip club before," said Christine as she got into the Honda beside Nancy. "Just a lot of naked women," replied Nancy doing up her seatbelt. "Cool," exclaimed Christine. Theystopped at Christine's apartment and Nancy went in with her, gun in hand, so Christine could pack a few things. Until Nancy could get Bridge sorted out, it didn't seem safe to leave the young woman alone in her apartment. Once at the office where again the elevator doors were thankfully fast shut, Nancy ensconced Christine in the outer office at the unused receptionist desk. "Why don't you have a receptionist?" asked Christine as she poked around in the desk drawers. "No money," said Nancy simply and gave the girl a crossword book to keep her busy while she went into her inner office to do some more research on Bridge. Nancy turned her attention to Bridge's time at Delta City University before he left prior to graduating to found Bridge Electronics. She almost missed the first one as it was just a small article on a back page of the campus newspaper. "Co-ed Found Dead Near Engineering Building" There was little in the way of details, but a student named Loretta Wilkinson had been found dead near the engineering building where she was a student. Loretta appeared to have been sexually assaulted, but there were no wounds on the body and the cause of her death was unknown. More searching led to Nancy finding two more similar deaths of female students. Rachel Ward, a music student was found dead in a motel room near campus a few months after Loretta and Samantha Brody, an education student in a washroom on campus a few months before Bridge dropped out. Both girls had shown signs of recent sexul activity and there were no wounds or marks on the body to indicate how they had died. The mysterious deaths on the campus had stopped after Bridge left and it was hard to mistake the similarity between the deaths of the three college students and Fancy Pope. No obvious sign of death? Who would think of a neurotoxin in semen? Nancy sat back in herchair and it squeaked under her. The first death had been Naomi Rawlings in highschool. You could easily call that an accident. How could any teenaged boy possibly know that having sex with a girl would kill her? With each additional death, however, the accident defence became less and less acceptable. How quickly did the girls die? If he didn't see them die immediately, he would have had to realize something was wrong when every girl he slept with ended up dead the next day. At some point, Bridge had become aware he was killing his bed partners and he hadn't stopped. Bridge had said each Naomi lasted three to four years before burning out. Bridge had graduated high school in 1996, and spent just about three years in university, so that left a gap of about eight years where Nancy didn't know about any deaths. During that time, Bridge was building his company and hadn't yet moved to his private island. Nancy called Cindy and gave her the new details and asked her if she could search the police database for the eight year time period for any unexplained deaths that met the pattern. Cindy said the search would take a few hours at least, but would be able to tell Nancy the results that night at the PUssycat Club. Everyone seemed to want to catch Nancy's act as Cindy had promised to pick up Ellen POpe. Heather had been forced to step in and remind Paul he was still too young. Nancy hung up with Cindy and then noticed a familiar blinking of green, white and blue light coming from her outer office. Nancy got up and sure enough found Christine sitting at the receptionist desk blinking away. "What's up?" asked Nancy curiously. Christine sighed. "I don't know who I think I am kidding. My powers are so lame. I can't even get red, let alone anything useful. What kind of a super heroine am I anyway?" The girl looked so crestfallen that Nancy searched for some way to ease the girl down gently. It seemed better for Christine's future health to retire from the super heroine game and let those with actual powers look after it, but that felt like she would be kicking a puppy to suggest such a thing. Out of desperation, Nancy took out a piece of paper and drew a sine wave on it. "Maybe you just need some kind of mental trick to compensate for your colour blindness," said Nancy showing Christine the paper. Nancy then marked two identical points on the curve and drew a line between them. "Ok, that is called the wavelength. Of course it is much smaller for light, but it is the same idea. I want you to look at this diagram and try glowing red." Christine wiped away a tear and frowned at the diagram and then closed her eyes to concentrate and produced a beautiful shade of green. "Still green," said Nancy, "but now I want you to picture in your mind the wavelength getting longer so it looks like this," and Nancy drew a second sine wave slightly more stretched out so the wavelength was longer as it would be when moving towards the red end of the spectrum. Christine opened her eyes, frowning at the diagram. She opened her mouth to protest it was useless but then shrugged and again began to concentrate. Nothing happened for a few seconds and then the green light slowly took on a yellow tinge. "That's it," said Nancy who was probably as surprised as Christine that this appeared to be working. "You have got some yellow, now keep imagining the wavelength getting larger." The detective drew another diagram to illustrate what she meant. Again a few seconds went by with no change and then the color Christine was emitting slowly changed to a pure yellow and then began to shift into orange. Nancy drew another diagram and the colour went through orange into a true red. "You did it, that is red," exclaimed Nancy and then suddenly backed away from Christine. "You are hot." Christine gave Nancy a smile. "You seemed to think that when we were in bed alright," and she giggled. "No, I mean physically hot as in temperature not looks. I can feel heat radiating off you and er...your clothes are starting to smoke." Christine looked down and gasped as little wisps of smoke were starting to waft up from her clothes which were actually a blouse and skirt borrowed from Nancy as she hadn't stopped to change into any of her own clothes that they had picked up earlier. "Er, can you turn it off before you go full Human Torch or something?" asked Nancy a little nervously. "I dont think the sprinklers in this dump work." Christine nodded and the heat quickly began to drain away until she was back to room temperature though the blouse and skirt looked like they had been scorched by an overly hot iron. "Sorry about that," said Christine, her eyes still wide with excitement. "I feel different. Everything even looks different. What is going on Nancy?" Nancy looked around the room. Everything looked the same to her and then something occured to her and she went and got her trenchcoat with the little red dragon pin. "What colour is this pin?" she asked. "That's what red looks like?" asked a wide eyed Christine who then rummaged in the bag beside her desk and brought out her green, white and blue uniform. "And this is green?" "Yep," replied Nancy. "I don't know how, but somehow when you achieved red, it also fixed up your colour blindness at the same time." Nancy shrugged. "I don't think even Professor Werder understands a fraction of what the Aphrodite Gene is capable o, but this was one of the weirder things I have seen it do." Nancy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Remember you telling me that the guy who grabbed you screamed like he was in pain?" Christine nodded. "Well, I wonder if when you got that scared if you managed to go red for just an instant and burned him. Serves the bastard right if you did," Nancy mused. "But why all the other colours then?" asked Christine. Nancy shrugged. "I don't know. It might be that each colour is the key to some power or maybe they are just for show. It is probably something you are going to have to experiment with, but carefuly. Do you think you can do red again? Just don't let it go on for too long as we aren't sure what will happen." Christine nodded again and concentrated. Slowly her colour shifted from green which seemed to be her natural starting point and moved towards red. An idea struk the young blonde and she focussed her concentration on just her right hand. Her entire body continued to glow faintly red, but the right hand became a much brighter red and when she picked up the stapler off the desk, the stapler began to glow and melt. Christine immediately shut down her colour and sat there staring at the melted object in her hand. * * * Pirate King looked around the mall parking lot to be sure no one was watching and then slid into the front seat of the white van beside the driver. The driver was a middle aged man with short dark hair and a nondescript face, the kind no one would remember for things like witness statements and police lineups. "You got the device?" asked Pirate King still looking around the lot nervously "Yep, you got the money?" returned the man, hiding a smile at his client's nervousness. Pirate King nodded and handed over an envelope and was given a small box. He opened it and looked at the device which was about the size of a computer modem. "You sure this thing will do what I want?" he asked slightly dubiously. "Yep," said the nondescript man. "It is the latest and greatest thing from Bridge Electronics. A lot of irony in that." "Huh?" said Pirate King looking over at the man with a puzzled look on his face. The other man just waved it away with a hand gesture. "Don't worry about it. Inside joke." "How does this thing work?" asked Pirate King turning the device over in his hands. The former Waid Mart greeter might be able to program his alarm clock on a good day. The man suppressed a sigh and took the device from Pirate King's hands. He indicated a large button "That's your power on and off. It runs on batteries, so don't leave it on or it will be drained when you need it. It uses four AA batteries, and he indicated the compartment on the bottom. "I even put in fresh batteries as part of the deal." The man's finger then tapped an LED readout. "That is the distance you want to set it for, and these two buttons with the up and down arrows let you set the distance. Then you press the Activate button and you are in business." The man handed the device back to Pirate King who put it back in the box, gave the man a nod, climbed out of the van and scurried away. The driver of the van watcheduntil Pirate King was out of sight and then snapped his fingers and both thevan and the man disappeared. * * * "You sure this thing will work?" asked Lola dubiously as she examined the device an hour later back on the pirate ship where it was hidden down the coast, well away from the tourist beaches. "It damn well better," snarled Pirate King. "I had to sell both my 'Death of Superman' comic and my 'Crisis on Infinite Earths' comic to get the money for it. That was the one with Superman holding Supergirl's dead body in his arms and bawling like a baby." Lola rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, they brought her back anyway. No one ever dies for good in comics" "That's not the point," began Pirate King, but broke it off. "Anyway, yes I am sure the device will do what we need. Tomorrow we strike. We grab the girl and there is a full moon which will make the spell more potent. Then we will be back to profitable pirating and no more fish stew for breakfast." "Thank god," muttered Lola and then sidled over to Pirate King and ran a finger down the front of his pants. "Well then, how about you and me celebrate ourvictory tomorrow." Pirate King tried not to stare in surprise. "Er, you don't have a headache today? No hair to wash?" "Not today," replied Lola and got down on her knees and quickly pulled Pirate King's cock out of his pants and began to stroke it. "I heard a rumour that Sampson is going to try and overthrow you just before you perform the ritual." Pirate King gave a start, staring down at the big boobed dirty blonde as she continued to give him a hand job. "That dirty traitor. I will have him thrown in the brig as soon as you are done." "No, no, don't do that," said Lola, leaning her head down to lick the head of Pirate King's cock. "Let him think he is going to succeed, but you will be ready for him when he tries. He will be totally caught off guard and it will be a lot easier to deal with him. You go after him now and there will be a big fight and that might mess up your plans for tomorrow." Pirate King nodded. That made sense he thought and then his brain forgot about Sampson as Lola's mouth closed over his cock and began to suck on it. * * * "You think his plan will work?" asked Sampson as he grabbed Lola's hair and pulled her mouth all the way onto his hard black cock so her nose banged into his stomach and his balls banged into her chin. The only reply was a gurgling, choking sound from Lola. Oh, sorry," he said and let go of his grip on her hair so she could pull her mouth off his cock and reply to his question. "Yeah, I think it will," gasped Lola when she had got enough breath back to speak. "You have to be ready to act when he starts to read the incantation. Whoever completes it and cuts the bitch's throat will be the one who gets the power and will be the captain." Sampson grunted. "Good, that is when I will strike then, and no more fish stew for breakfast." With that, he rrammed his cock back into Lola's mouth and began to give the white woman a good skull fucking which did wonderful things to those huge soft tits of hers, making them bounce and wobble all over the place. * * * Lola smiled at Sampson's back as she coughed up his spunk and watched him leave the small cabin. Yes, if she played it right, Sampson and Pirate King would take care of each other and it would be Lola who finished the incantation and got the power and the captaincy. * * * Having learned her lesson from her first performance, Nancy was not going to eat anything, not even pizza, until after the show was over. In order to maximize their profit, Cyril had removed all the booths, set up extra seating and was running three performances with separate cover charges. There was a palpable excitement backstage as Nancy ran through the routine once more in her mind to make sure she had it right. Cindy, Christine and Ellen were all there to give her moral support as they put it. "Yeah right, you all just like seeing me naked," grumbled Nancy. "Of course," they all agreed in perfect unison. Perverts, the lot of you," replied Nancy. "I mean you Ellen are practically my kid sister even!" "The key word there is practically," grinned Ellen unrepentadly. "Hey, the unholy trinity is back," said Trudy as she strolled into the room. "Who?" asked Ellen. "Bishop Mahoney, Rabbi Lowenstein and Randy Oaks," explained Trudy. They are all big fans of Detective Boobs here." "The Mayor is back too," put in Phoebe. "I forget, was he Jones or Smith the last time he was here? Same dopey moustache, though he does have a new aide." "He would have to, considering his last one got murdered right here," put in Frank. "This one is a she," added Cindy. "The rumours around the police station say she does a whole lot more than keep his schedule." "As a taxpayer, I am shocked, simply shocked," said Frank. Cindy went out to peek at the building crowd and fairly skipped back into the change room. "Commissioner Borden is sitting with the Mayor again. I guess he wants to keep an eye on you Nancy. Actually probably two eyes, two hands and his ...." "I get the idea," said Nancy dryly as she interrupted her friend. Phoebe and some of the other girls did their routines, leaving Sahara and Nancy's duette as the culmination of the show. Time seemed to fly by for the blonde detective and suddenly she found herself behind the curtain as it was about to go up with her heart pounding. Whose bright idea was this anyway she asked herself. Oh right, it was mine. "You have been asking for her to return to the stage," announced Cyril from in front of the curtain in his full pimp attire of white suit and purple hat and enough bling in the form of chains and rings to blind half the audience when the lights caught it just right. "Well now Detective Boobs is back, bigger and bustier than ever. Let's find out if the lady can catch her girl and what happens then! Let's give it up for our favourite private detective Nancy and her partner in crime Sahara!" The curtain went up on the set that Frank had constructed for the show. It was fairly simple, but looked good in the dim light. There was one wall of a room with an old fashioned pull up window set in the middle of it. In the "room" was a large brass bed and a mockup of a big floor safe. Finally, perhaps a bit incongruously in the middle of the room were the two mandatory stripper poles. The stage was dimly lit as if it was nightime, but suddenly a bright spotlight flicked on and focussed on the closed window. Music began to play. Sahara had kept the Pink Panther theme as Nancy's signature tune for this act,but it was her own selection that now played. The Year of the Cat wafted over the sound system as the window was raised and Sahara slunk through it into the room. When she stood up, Sahara put her finger to her lips in the traditional shushing gesture which drew a chuckle from the crowd. The large breasted black stripper swayed and moved to the music. She had a long black cloak that swirled out as she moved, giving tantalizing glimpses of her delectable body under it. Then the cape came off and fell to the floor revealing the skimpy black bikini she was wearing, clearly modelled after the suit made infamous by Esha. There were a few twirls around the poles and then in an exaggerated tiptoe that made her large brown boobs jiggle to the delight of the audience, Sahara crept over to the safe and began to spin the dials. The light on Sahara dimmed and another spot focussed on the window as the music changed to Nancy's theme and the blonde came through the window. The crowd cheered and Nancy did an exaggerated "ssshh" with a finger to her lips just as Sahara had done. Nancy repeated the same swaying motions as Sahara had done with her cloak, but using her trenchcoat which opened to display her normal white blouse and denim skirt. The coat fell to the stage floor and Nancy did her own twirls around the poles, undoing the top three buttons on her blouse to show an increasing amount of cleavage to the delight of the crowd. Then Nancy did the same exaggerated tiptoe boob jiggling walk towards where Sahahra continued to work obvliviously on the safe. Creeping up behind the black cat burglar, Nancy reached out to grab her prey and Sahara shifted at the last moment so the private eye ended up with an overflowing handful of chocolate brown boob in each hand. There were startled looks from both burglar and detective and then Sahara broke away and the "chase was on. Blonde detective raced after the black burglar around the stage, twirling on the poles and a few more of Nancy's buttons came undone. with the music alternating between their themes. Then Sahara broke away from the poles leaping across the bed and the private eye made a dive and tackled her, both women landing in a tangle on the lemon yellow sheets. Sahara broke away as her theme surged up, but a desperate grab by Nancy caught the string tie of her bikini top and the top fell off exposing those mocha 36DD boobs to an appreciative roar from the watching crowd. Sahara now twirled topless on the pole, wrapping her breasts around it and then Nancy joined her at the other pole, looking over to the black woman as if regarding her topless status as a challenge and slipped off her blouse which had become totally unbuttoned by this point. Nancy's theme returned to prominance as the blonde turned her back to the audience and made a production of undoing her bra and then turned back to face forward, clasping the garment to her breasts briefly before letting it flutter to the floor and giving the audience the long awaited view of her bare breasts topped by those large pink erect nipples. that the blonde stopped to tweak for the delighted audience. Again the "chase" resumed with laughter and clapping from the crowd as they could see what was coming. Another dash by Sahara, boobs bouncing wildly over the bed and another lunge by the blonde detective removed the black strippers bottom. Sahara made a show of looking shocked at finding herself naked except for those ridiculous six inch heels. The Year of the Cat theme returningto full strength as Sahara made love to one of the poles, grinding her shaved pussy into it. Then the Pink Panther returned as the dominant music and Nancy once more regarded her opponent at the other pole and began to slowly remove her skirt and finally let it drop to the floor where the blonde kicked it away to the side and stood there in only her panties. Sahara arched her eyebrows dramatically and pointed to the panties which made Nancy look down and seem to realize she still had not caught up to the burglar. Nancy gave an overly dramatic shrug to the delighted viewers and hooked her thumbs in her panties and began to slowly tug them down as the crowd cheered her on. Nancy kicked the panties into the crowd and this time it was Ms. Kincaid, the new aide to the mayor who ended up with them draped across her face. Now there was one more wild naked chase scene around the poles, weaving in and out and finally the private eye tackled the burglar in the middle of the bed and sat there straddling the other woman's body. Both of the naked women were now gleaming with sweat under the hot lights. The two women moved to kneel facing each other on the bed and their arms went around each other as they kissed and the crowd hooted and clapped their approval. The large white globes of the private eye pressed into the burglars large brown tits, pink nipples pressed into black ones. Hands moved up and down each other's body, caressing and stroking seductively. Finally, Sahara sank onto her back on the bed and the detective positioned herself between her spread legs. With the crowd shouting encouragement, Nancy began to lower her face towards Sahara's glistening pussy. Then just as Nancy's lips brushed against Sahara's womanhood, the lights all went out, the music stopped and the act was over. After the club lights came back up, the two women returned and still naked sat at a table signing copies of the colour poster for ten bucks each and then scampered back to the change room to shower while Cyril and Frank got the stage cleared and things ready for the next performance. * * * At the end of the second show, Nancy stepped out into the parking lot past Jerome to get some fresh air while only wearing her trenchcoat. The blonde private eye saw that her little Honda was sandwiched between two large black limos. Squinting, Nancy could see that the nearer one had police plates and could belong to none other than Commissioner Borden. "Do you see what I see Jerome?" asked Nancy. The young bouncer looked at the limos and shrugged. "Cars belonging to rich people?" Nancy shook her head with a mischievious grin. "Nope, I see a filling station." The blonde had noticed her fuel gauge had been close to empty on the drive to the PUssycat Club, but hadn't stopped to fill up and now this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so. Nancy checked to make sure Borden's driver was nowhere in sight and opened her trunk and took out the gas siphon she carried for emergencies. It was no trick at all to run the hose from Borden's gas tank to her own. "Evening Ms. Nancy," said a voice and Nancy gave a small start as a tall black man in a chauffeur's uniform stepped out of the darkness around the second limo. "Oh hello John," said Nancy looking up from her work as she recognized John Little, Robert Hood's chauffeur. "How are things going? Is Mr. Hood here tonight?" "I can't complain," replied Little. . "Yes, he brought several potential clients with him. He thought it wouldn't hurt to let them have a few drinks and catch a glimpse of some prime ass to seal a few deals. I must hasten to add that is my crude interpretation of his thought processes as Mr. Hood is too fine of a gentleman to say something like that to a lady such as yourself especially when the finest of those asses is yours." Nancy arched an eyebrow. You sweet talker you. "Well it is a shame you didn't get a chance to see theshow." "Pretty hot and crowded in there, so I don't mind so much. Mr. Hood said he would get me a copy of the DVD I understand they are making from it which is a good second place prize." Nancy looked around the parking lot and with no one else in sight, opened her trenchcoat and flashed the chaufeur for several seconds. "There you go John, now you got a better view than the payingaudience did." "Well thank you ma'am," grinned Little. "I do recall seeing those sights before, but they never grow old." Nancy noticed her gas tank was now full and disconnected her siphon and stowed it back in her trunk "Good night John I might see you again soon. I need to talk to your boss about something." "Good night Ms. Nancy," said the chauffeur as he returned to his own car trying to repress a grin and failing at what the reaction of Borden's racist, stick up the ass driver was likely going to be when the Commissioner's car ran out of gas halfway home. Probably it would pale in comparison to what Borden's own reaction was going to be. Too bad he had been sound asleep in Mr. Hood's car the whole time and never saw a thing. Yes, too bad indeed. Jerome gaveNancy a salute and a grin as she went by him back into the club. Nancy returned the smile and then returned her thoughts to Hood. She had half forgotten the man was very big in construction. He might be able to offer some insight into the email she had gotten from Erotica Video about Max Goosen, the substandard building materials and the mysterious electronics boxes going into some of the new construction in the city. Nancy was heading for the change room to get ready for the final performance when Cyril stuck his head out of the office door. "Hey Nancy, just so you know, one of the video camras in the parking lot malfunctioned for about ten minutes. We got it fixed now. I think it was just a loose connection." "Good to know," agreed Nancy. "I hear those BNC connectors can be touchy on the new wirelesss cameras." "You got it," agreed Cyril returning to his office. ** * * * Nancy was sitting in the change room with only her trenchcoat on after the third show when Melanie, one of the "under table" girls came in with a note. The detective unfolded it to find an offer from Randy Oaks for a private performance in one of the small back rooms. He offered a thousand dollars for the session. Well the money would be nice though judging from the looks of the tip buckets, Nancy figured she would have enough to pay off her medical expenses and the cost of Blue Bird's funeral. Cyril had also rented an HD video camera and Frank had shot the performance. The plan was to sell copies of the performance and split the profits equally with Sahara and her. No, the money wasn't important nor was thefact it would mean turning a trick and officially becoming a prostitute. If the job required it, then so be it. No, the problem was the bottle she fished out of her trenchcoat pocket. It was the item she had gotten the day before in anticipation of this very moment. The bottle contained lube mixed with Blast. Blast was a derrivitive of the infamous Bliss which was one of the mind controlling drugs that had been used on some of the heroines in the past. Blast was different in that it only worked on males. It made them extremely pliable and open to suggestion. It is hard to get and very illegal. It was used by some of the most unscrupulous prostitutes in Delta City to pacify their johns while they robbed them blind. The effects of Blast, like Bliss were temporary, but very devastating in the short term. When it had first came on the market Bliss had been advertised as a permanent enslavement drug for Aphrodite women. It turned out that little pharma like big pharma had rather oversold their product or maybe the dealers had just pocketed their money and ran. A few Bliss users had turned up in local ERs with pulped faces and nuts when the drug suddenly wore off, leaving them in bed with a very pissed off super heroine. The worst feature of the drug had turned out to be that the more orgasms a woman had, the quicker the drug wore off. Not a good design for an enslavement drug. Blast would get Oaks to tell Nancy everything he knew about Bridge. It was far more reliable than truth drugs like Sodium Pentathol which didn't work on everyone and for whichthere were antidotes. Nancy stared blindly at the note some more and thought. What she proposed to do was wrong and imoral. Of course a lot of people would and did say that about her stripping tonight, but this was a whole different level of wrong. Did the ends justify the means? That was a slope a lot of people had slid down over the years. It really went bad when that person was the leader of a country or policeman or someone else in a position of power. If Nancy was going to be honest with herself, she was guilty of that several times in her missions for her employers. She had played judge, jury and executioner when there had seemed no other option and innocent lives were at stake. It had been for that nebulous "greater good" that often got talked about. The thing was that Nancy knew every time she had made that decision, it had left a little black spot on her soul. The detective was afraid that if she did it often enough it would become easier and easier to justify her decision and each time it would add another little patch of blackness. What would happen when it was all black? Would her employers have to send out someone else to deal with her then? Nancy was still angry over what Bridge and Pervo had done to her. She wanted to hit them back for what they did to her and to Blue Bird and to Fancy and to the other two still nameless women who had suffered at the hands of the human monster. Seducing Oaks might give her the information she needed to take down Bridge. To bring him to justice. To get her revenge. Now where did that last little thought come from she wondered? Revenge wasn't what she wanted. She wanted Justice dammit. And where were the innocent lives at stake tonight? Possibly if she didn't stop Bridge soon, some innocent might pay the penalty for her squeamishness, her moral superiority. But that was only a vague possibility compared to the certainty of what was in this bottle. There were other things she could do and would do to bring Bridge to justice. Nancy stood up and went into one of the toilet stalls, emptied the bottle and flushed the contents befor emerging and throwing the bottle in the garbage. What was in the bottle babe?" asked Cyril. Nancy had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn't even noticed him come into the change room. Hell, she probably wouldn't have notice a hundred piece brass band, some alert and competent detective she was. Nancy told Cyril what it had been and briefly what she had pllanned to do with it. "I will tell Mr. Oaks personally that you are declining his generous offer," said Cyril and rested his hand on her shoulder briefly for a moment before heading for the door. He stopped and looked back at Nancy from the doorway. "For what it's worth, considering I am a pimp and scum, I am proud of you Nancy." * * * A little while after Cyril had gone to talk to Oaks, two of the other bouncers carried in the set from the stage including the bed for storage in the large change room. Sahara got up and went to lie naked on the bed and sighed. "Damn, I feel like our ending was as big a tease for me as the audience," and she winked at Nancy. Nancy was half lost in her thoughts and blinked over at Sahara who was stretched out on the lemon yellow sheets. Well, maybe some nice clean sex is what I need to washsome of the filth out of my mind, thought Nancy and she got up and walked towards the bed, dropping her trenchcoat on the floor halfway there. Sahara watched Nancy approach the bed with agleam in her eyes. "You don't have to girl if you don't want to. I did kind of nag you into doing the show with me you know." "I know and I could have said no if I had really wanted to," said Nancy crawling onto the bed and between Saharas spread legs. "I also don't like to be a pussy tease," and the blonde punctuated that by dropping her head down and taking a long lick on the black woman's shaved pussy. Sahara moaned and clutched her hands in the PI's blonde hair. "Well who am I to cast doubt on your reputation. Please feel free to lick away honey." "I figured you would see it my way," murmered Nancy and stabbed her tongue inside Sahara's wet slit and began to lick and lap at the now freely flowing juices. "Damn, I hope this isn't a private party," said Phoebe as she came over to the bed and positioned herself over Sahara's face. The black stripper looked up at the small brunette stripper and shook herhead. "The more the merrier. I think we could all use a good unwinding and celebration." Phoebe didn't need a second invitation and she lowered her pussy onto Sahara's mouth and began to moan as she felt the dark skinned woman push her tongue inside her cunt. "Well, I have always had a hankering for Detective Boobs here," announced Trudy who had come in from the bar as the last of the crowd was leaving. The big breasted bartender was topless as usual and it took only a few seconds to divest herself of the rest of her clothes and position herself behind Nancy. "Ok by you little tits?" she teased the blonde who was one cup size smaller. "Be my guest," said Nancy spreading her nees further apart to give Trudy better access and bent her head back down to flick her tongue over Sahara's clit which elicited a squeal of pleasure from the black woman which was somewhat muffled by Phoebe's pussy clamped over her mouth. "Well when in Rome," announced Christine as she stared at the growing orgy in front of her eyes and the librarian stripped off her clothes faster than you could say 'Dewey Decimal System' and found she had to half kneel on the floor behind Trudy as the bed was getting rather crowded. The young blonde started to lap away at an appreciative Trudy's pussy. That left Cindy and Ellen staring at the writhing mass of naked bodies. "Tell you what," said Ellen licking her lips. "I won't tell Commissioner Borden if you join in as long as you don't rat me out to my mom. I mean I am over 18, but she still likes to think of me as sweet and innocent." "Well, Nancy did say my life was less boring with her around and this is a long way from boring," said Cindy indicating the moaning and gasping women on and around the bed. Christine looked over at Cindy. "Well then officer, why don't you come check out my tail lights?" For a brief millisecond, Cindy swore the girl's ass actualy glowed red and then the red haired policewoman was pulling her clothes off and quickly shoved her tongue into the perky blonde's pussy. Ellen hesitated for just a few more seconds then started to get rid of her clothes. Rather than add herself to the end of the train, the girl had another goal in mind. When someone started sucking on her nipples, Nancy was startled to see it was Ellen. She lifted her wet face from Sahara's pussy to look directly into Ellen's eyes. "Do you know what you are doing young lady?" she asked with mock severity. "Nope, but I am trying to learn," said Ellen "I know you aren't really my sister despite how identical you are to her and all, so this isn't incest, just well kind of kinky." Nancy considered this for a moment and shrugged. She didn't have the right to tell the girl how to live her life, so she once more returned her attention to Sahara's clit and began to suck on it and just let herself enjoy the feeling of Ellen's warm mouth on her boobs. Frank had been there when the whole thing started. When Nancy dropped her trenchcoat, he had picked up the HD video camera and started recording again. "Maybe we can put this in the director's cut," he muttered. "I doubt the viewers will mind the continuity errors in the scenery." Phoebe was groping and plaing with her own large melons as Sahara ate her out and she glanced over at Frank. "Might have to just be for our private collection since I doubt Commissioner Borden or the Head Librarian would quite approve of their employee's behaviour." Cindy looked up from Christine's pussy with her face dripping the blonde's nectar. "Or at least a release date after I retire from being the first female Police Commissioner in the history of Delta City and I am writing my memoire." Then the red head returned her attention to Christine's dripping pussy. "I'll see you all get release waivers before anything goes public," grumped Frank and moved closer to the bed to get a good closeup as Nancy reached one of her hands over to Ellen and slid two fingers into the younger girl's pussy and began to finger fuck her which had Ellen squirming and moaning as she continued to suckle on Nancy's nipples like a starving baby with a soother. "Hey Franky Wanky has got a boner for some reason," moaned Trudy as she looked at the cameraman. "We can't leave the poor guy to suffer like that." The bartender reached over and pulled down Frank's zipper without missing a lick on Nancy's clit. Showing commendable dexterity, the brunette began to give Frank a handjob which wasn't helping the steadyness of the video as they saw later. No one was ever quite sure who came first, but it was most noticable when Frank blew his load and cum splattered down on the bed, mainly landing on Trudy, Nancy and Sahara, but all the girls got at least a sample. Nancy thought it was a good thing the PUssycat Club seemed to have the same endless supply of hot water as her apartment as it took them all a while to clean up when they were done. * * * When they had all showered and cleaned up, they found Cyril and Maria in the main room doing some tidying up with all the crowd gone. "Looks like you ladies," and then he saw Frank, "and gentlman had a bit of a stress reliever." "I know I feel much better," replied Frank blandly and he patted the HD camera. "With the ladies permission, I can show you the group bonding activity we all participated in." The ladies all rolled their eyes and headed for the door. Cindy was driving Ellen home while Trudy was driving Maria tonight to pick up Juan from the Wongs. Christine said she was going to ride with Trudy and Maria as the three of them wanted to plan an evening out to see some singer that Nancy had never heard of before. The detective didn't see a problem with this as she would be right behind them in her Honda and if there was trouble, having Christine in a separate car might work out better. As they drove along, Nancy was watching for any sign of a tail. That was hard to do in the dark when you could see nothing else of other vehicles but their headlights. She thought there might be someone following them, but wasn't sure as whoever it was seemed good, assuming there really was someone and it wasn't an overactive imagination on her part. When trouble did strike, however, it came from in front and not behind. A large truck suddenly pulled out of an alley cutting Nancy off from Trudy and the others. Nancy had to slam on the brakes and her poor Honda shuddered under her as she swerved to avoid the truck and took out some kind of traffic sign and came to an abrupt halt. At first as Nancy stared through her windshield, she was afraid that the thinghad been set up to cut her off from Christine and that the younger blonde was the one in danger, but a second truck suddenly boxed her in from behind and as men poured out of them, Nancy realized they were coming for her and not christine. There was no time to think or plan, so Nancy just acted on instinct. The detective pulled her gun from her coat pocket, slammed open her door which smacked into one of the attackers with a satisfying crunch and rolled out firing as she moved. Damn, they seemed to have some kind of body armour as she hit two of them in the chest with tranquilizer darts and they never slowed down. Head and neck shots in the dark were a lot trickier, but Nancy managed to take down two of her attackers before the first stun gun hit her. Gritting her teeth, the private eye managed one more shot and then went down as two and then three more stun blasts hit her. Consciousness was starting to fade for the blonde as she lay on the dirty street when two figures stepped up to her and peering up Nancy saw the faces of Gregor Sandor and Randy Oaks. The two men then set about what Nancy hoped wouldn't become an Olympic sport of synchronous rib kicking before blackness took her. * * * As Nancy started to wake up, she briefly considered whether it would be nice if the bastards of the world were more creative or not. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the detective just knew she was naked, and hung by chains in a spread eagled position. The blonde finally concluded that creative was not the same thing as better in this case and that she would rather have boring and predictable. Then someone slapped her across the face hard and then again, so Nancy figured she might as well open her eyes. Well, the huge cross she was staring at was different as was the type of room she was in. Nancy had been more than a little afraid she would wake to find herself back in Pervo's lab on Bridge's island. When the private eye had told Christine there were things that scared her, that lab and that machine had pretty much been at the top of her list of personal boogeymen. Instead, she seemed to be in a huge hall with tiers of padded seating stretching up into blackness and she was hanging in the middle of a large stage. The hall, however, was empty except for two, no three people corrected Nancy as she caught sight of the thug with a buzz cut and a gun pointed at her head who was standing well back from the other two occupants. Ah yes, the other two occupants of this vast space were her old football partners, Gregor Sandor and Randy Oaks. She had been the football while they practiced their kicking game as her ribs were trying to remind her at the moment. "W, what?" mumbled Nancy in a confused sounding voice as she had always found it better to sound a lot worse off than you were in these kinds of situations. "Wake up harlot," said Oaks and he gave her another hard slap across her left cheek. "Ok, ok, I am awake," muttered Nancy in a slightly more alert tone. "Enough with the slapping already." Apparently Oaks didn't agree with her as he fetched the private eye another hard slap on the other cheek before stepping back to glare at her. "You need to be fully awake so you can properly appreciate your situation," said Oaks, now standing with his arms crossed over his chest. "Well to be honest, the only thing yu could do that I would appreciate is if you dropped dead," said Nancy with a shrug. Oaks stepped forward to slap her again, but this time Sandor grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Ignore her," Sandor told the preacher and then spoke to Nancy for the first time. "Before I say anything else Ms Peye I want to make sure you have taken notice of Joseph over there," and he indicated the man with the buzz cut and the gun. "I am not sure exactly how you escaped from Pervo's charming little device, but I have instructed Joseph that at the first sign you seem to be getting out of those chains, to put a bullet in your brain and then we will simply go after the Simmons girl as a mucheasier target. Do you understand me?" "Loud and clear," agreed Nancy. "I must say I am surprised to see you looking so well. I figured you would still be eating yourmeals through a straw." Sandor glared at her and there was enough anger in his face that Nancy thought he might take up the face slapping for Oaks, but he managed to get himself under control. "Professor Pervo used one of his devices to heal my jaw after you broke it. It was extremely painful, like having a double root canal done without freezing. That is something I owe you for bitch." "Ah well, my heart bleeds for your pain," replied Nancy with a smile. Once more it took a battle for control to keep Sandor from slapping the blonde. "Well, you will be glad to know that Pervo reviewed his records of your interrupted treatment. He thinks he is going to have to double the intensity in order to break you in properly. That means twice the amount of drugs, twice as long and much much bigger dildos going at higher speeds. I am sure you will totally enjoy the new improved regimen." Nancy hoped she kept the dismay off her face, but wasn't sure. "Oh? That is very thoughtful of the dear doctor. I will be sure to personallythank him for it some day. Is there some reason, we aren't already in his lab having fun?" "There is a thick fog in the bay and no boats or aircraft are moving," growled Sandor. "So, you are going to have to spend a few hours here with us until the fog lifts. Mr. Bridge will be impatient, but thesituation does have its advantages." "Such as getting to know you better, agreed Oaks. "You really shouldn't have turned down my offer whore. But now I will get to have you for free, so I shouldn't complain." As he was speaking, Oaks moved behind Nancy and grabbed her ass and began to knead it roughly. "I am so looking forward to shoving my cock up that tight ass of yours." The detective couldn't see the preacher anymore, but a moment later she heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being pulled down. At the same time Sandor stepped forward and roughly grabbed one of Nancy's tits in each hand and gave them a hard squeeze. "And I will be happy to make sure your cunt isn't neglected "How thoughtful of you," snapped Nancy. She might have said more, but at that moment, the blonde felt something hard rub over her ass and then hands pulled her cheeks apart and Oaks' cock began to try and push into her rear entrance. As that was going on, there was the sound of another zipper and then a second cock was beingpushed into her pussy. For the next half hour, Nancy hung there double impaled on the two cocks. Frankly, Nancy thought the Bog Thing had better technique, better manners and better breath than either of these idiots, but they did have a certain amount of enthusiasm for their task. The two men seemed to be making a point of having their fun last as long as they could manage as they slammed their members into Nancy's ass and pussy with a steady synchronized thrusting accompanied by the percussion of two sets of balls smacking on her bare skin. There didn't seem to be much point in trying to hold back her own orgasm and in fact it might make her two rapists more careless if they thought they had vanquished her, so Nancy didn't fight it and let her pussy grip Sandor's cock and milk it while her ass did the same to Oaks' dick as it pounded her ass. Nancy let them have a nice satisfactoryly loud scream of orgasm and squirted her juices all over Sandor's cock as he leered into her face with triumph. "I told you she was a total harlot," gasped Oaks as he gave Nancy's ass a hard ringing slap and then began to pump his cocks baby butter into her ass with a sneer. "It is going to be a real pleasure to see the bitch turned into a willingfuck toy," grunted Sandor and then he too began to empty his balls into the detective in long spurts of jizz. After they were done, both men pulled out and wiped their dribbling cocks over Nancy's body before tucking them away. Oaks gave Nancy another hard slap on the ass before he turned to leave. "Now that is done, I am feeling inspired and have a sermon to write. I am going to go up to my study. The fog should lift soon and you can take the harlot over to bridge. Tell him, I will be over in a week or two to see how his new Naomi is progressing. and I can perform the wedding ceremony then." Sandor only grunted in response before reaching down to grab Nancy's clit and give it a vicious squeeze that wrung a gasp from the blonde private eye. "You just hang there bitch and be good. Remember Joseph and his gun and his instructions. I am going to check on my other men and the fog." After the two had left, Nancy hung there without moving or saying anything for a few minutes. Then she licked her lips and looked over at Joseph. "o, when are you going to take your turn?" she asked and flashed him a smile and made her breasts jiggle. With luck, she could entice him to come fuck her and then she could get out of these chains and interrupt his pleasure with a concussion and maybe a few broken bones. Joseph didn't move, though his eyes remained glued to Nancy's jigglingjugs. "I got my orders to keep my distance and blow your brains out if you try anything." Nancy was about to try a bit more energetic jiggling when suddenly Joseph slumped to the floor unconscious. Nancy looked around and was rather surprised to see Lt. Falcon step out of one of the doorways. "I said I was going to keep an eye on you and that we would have another talk, said Falcon, "but I didn't anticipate it going like this," he said dryly as his eyes traversed the naked body of the blonde detective hanging from the chains.. "Ah, I take it that was you who was following me from the PUssycat Club?" asked Nancy. "Yep," said Falcon and then he shrugged. "I was special forces, so something like tailing people in a big city isn't high on my skill set. I hung back, figuring you were just heading for home. By the time I got to where they ran your car off the road and snatched you, they were already gone. Quick, efficient bastards, I will give them that. Since you put me onto Bridge, I headed for the docks where he has a private slip for his boat when he comes to town. All I found there was a thick fog and a half dozen or so of his security goons, a couple of them looking not so great which I figured was probably your doing. I was up a tree for a while, but I remembered seeing that article in the paper about Bridge and Oaks being budies and that Oaks had shown up in that bunch of stuff from Erotica Video." Falcon paused and gave Nancy a small glare. "I would like to find out how you got that information sometime. Anyway, with no better lead, I came here to Oaks' place and came inside to see what I could see." Falcon regarded the cum stil dribbling out of Nancy's pussy and ass. "Sorry about being a bit late, but I will get my team here to round these assholes up." Falcon took out his phone and frowned. "Strange, I have no signal. The bastards must have a blocker in place. Let me get you down from there and we can retreat out of range and call for backup." "Don't bother," said Nancy and she concentrated on her bonds and dropped lightly to the floor when the locks released."I thinkthere are only six or seven of them besides Sandor and Oaks. You can call for backup if you want, but by the time they get here I plan to have dealt with them. I like to clean up my own messes whenever possible. Nancy padded over to where she had spotted her clothes and pulled her gun from the coat pocket. Falcon started to object, but gave another shrug and grinned at the private eye. "Well, I was probably already stretching the definition of 'hot pursuit' by coming in here without a warrant, but I think a judge will buy it. Now that I am here, I have more than enough probable grounds to believe a crime has been committed which gives me the authority to do something about it. I guess I could back off and call for backup, but kicking a little ass sounds mighty good to me at the moment." Nancy was looking down at the rest of her clothes. "Damn. At least they took the coat off without damaging it, but they cut the blouse and skirt off. I think they were the last good ones I had. Is it too much to ask for your rapists to at least undress you and fold your clothes up neatly without ruining them? I think the only blouse I have left intact is the one with the big cherry stain on it that looks like someone shot me in the left tit." The detective caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and suddenly Nancy whirled around "Duck," she snapped and Falcon obeyed instinctively to that tone of voice and Nancy shot the goon who was sneaking up on Falcon with a knife. Falcon stood up and nosed the goon's body with his boot. "Tranquilizer darts?" "Yep," agreed Nancy looking over at Joseph. "You?" "Yep," nodded Falcon. "You going to put some clothes on before we do this?" he asked conversationally. Nancy shrugged. "Everything but the coat is garbage and I can move faster without it, if my being naked doesn't make you blush too much." Falcon roled his eyes. "Special Forces, remember? If I was the blushing type, I would be an accountant in Buffalo." Nancy left her coat there and walking naked with Falcon they made their way out of the theatre and found a flight of stairs going up. Nancy made hand gestures to Falcon and he nodded, taking the right side of the stairs as Nancy took the left. At the top of the stairs was a corridor and they could hear the faint sounds of laughter coming from a closed door partway down it. Still using only hand signals, Nancy indicated her foot and the door then pointed to herself and left and to Falcon and the right. Falcon nodded and Nancy held upthree fingers and the policeman nodded again. Nancy dropped her fingers one at a time and when her third finger flashed down, she kicked the door with everything she had and sent it crashing into the room flying off its hinges. Nancy ducked and rolled through the opening moving to the left and Falcon did the same going to the right. They both came up firing even as the half dozen men in the room sat there gaping at the door and the two intruders. When it was done, Nancy and Falcon looked at the six bodies sprawled on the floor and then at the large screen tv where the goons had been busy watching Nancy's original porn debut at the Ritz Hotel. Nancy made a disgusted sound and turned the tv off. "I got three," said Nancy. "Likewise," said Falcon. "Hmm we each got one downstairs, so I guess we are still even," commented Nancy. "Well, Gimli, I guess we didn't settle who is better," said Falcon. Nancy narrowed her eyes at the policeman. Gimli? How did I get to be the dwarf with the beard and you get to be the cute elf Legolas?" she asked. "I thought of it first," said Falcon calmly as he spotted a small black box on a table and pressed a button on it. "That should stop the blocker. It only let out registered cell phones for security. Neat little gadget, and a product of Bridge Electronics which shouldn't come as a shock." Falcon took out his cell and this time he got through and ordered a clean-up squad. "There is still Oaks and Sandor to deal with," pointed out Nancy. "We could break the tie." Falcon nodded and they were both just heading for the room door when Randy Oaks appeared in it looking confused. "What's going on here?" he began and stopped when he saw Nancy and Falcon. The preacher started to turn and run, but suddenly a gun was pressed into the back of his head and he froze. "Don't move you motherfucking bastard, or I will blow your motherfucking brains all over the motherfucking wall," said a female voice. "Oh hi Cindy," said Nancy as she spotted the red haired policewoman. "Nice of you to drop by for a visit." Cindy cuffed Oaks hands behind his back and grinned at Nancy. "When you didn't make it home, Trudy called me. I was just coming back from driving Ellen home and made a wild guess at where you might be. I was outside when Lt. Falcon put in the call for backup, so I thought it best to get in here as quickly as possible." "That just leaves Sandor," then said Nancy to Falcon. "Ugly guy in a grey uniform and wearing captain's bars?" asked Cindy. "Yep, that would be him. Did you see him?" asked Nancy. "Yeah, he tried to stop me from coming in, so I broke his motherfuckingjaw and left him cuffed up down below," said Cindy. Nancy beamed at Cindy. "Good work, maybe we can get Pervo to fix his jaw again. But what is all this 'motherfucker' stuff? I never heard you swear that much before." "Sorry," said Cindy blushing a bit. "I thought you might be hurt and it got me a litle riled up. Not that us redheads ever lose our temper though you understand." "Of course not," agreed Nancy who turned back to a slightly bemused Falcon. "So you got four and I got four and Cindy got two. Who does that make her Mr. Tolkien expert?" Falcon looked over at the petite policewoman with the red hair. "She can be the ever faithful Sam Gamgee," he allowed. The End