Nevada Jones #6 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. all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Delta City, Ms. Americana, Lady Sara Kraft, Jungle Babe and the other heroines of the She Legion are the creation and property of Mr. X. Elsa, Baron von Stiga and Council Commander are also the creation of Mr. X. Nevada, Nefertari and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories as long as you try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Nevada wasn't sure whether to be mad at her brother or not. When Nefertari, Lex and her had got back to the van where Arizona was waiting, they found out that he had bet Lex that his sister was too smart to get caught and stripped or fucked again by the same people as the first time. The fact that he had bet on such a thing about his own sister made her mad, but the fact that he had bet on her instead of against her invoked feelings of gratitude. As for Lex, it was hard to have an argument with someone who despite not being able to talk, always got the last word in by just looking at you blank faced. "We don't seem to be doing very well as superheroines," said Nefertari slumping back in her seat in the van. "Maybe better than you think," said Nevada as she produced a sheaf of papers from inside her top. "I had a few seconds when the gas bomb hit to stuff a carbon copy of the warehouse manifest behind the filing cabinet and I retrieved it after Elsa left us. I didn't have time to tell you, but there was a notation about some of the warehouse contents being transferred to another address." "That's fantastic!" yelled Nefertari and she wrapped her arms around Nevada and kissed her on the mouth for several long seconds before letting the brown haired girl go. "Way to go sis," said Arizona, "and nice job with those papers too." Nevada sat back in her seat embarrassed and happy, both for the praise and for the unexpected kiss. She really was going to have to sort out her feelings for Nefertari and her own sexual orientation sometime soon she thought. For now though, there was pizza to look forward to. * * * Lady Sara Kraft stared at the woman who had appeared in place of the blue lapis jewel. She had quite dark skin with long black hair down to her waist and curling slightly at the tips and a small slender body with generously proportioned breasts that looked even larger on her small frame. Her eyes and the robe she wore were the same brilliant blue of the lapis jewel. The expression on the girl's face was hard to read as it seemed to convey a mixture of conflicting emotions before going totally blank. "You have called me back father," said Lapis with a slight bow of her head. "You do not seem overjoyed to see your father after such a long imprisonment my daughter," observed Crimson Spider moving to stand before the newcomer. "It is difficult to express gratitude to your rescuer when he is also the one who jailed you in the first place," replied Lapis calmly. "As always though, I am your dutiful and obedient daughter." "Is that really such an onerous burden?" asked Crimson Spider. Lapis shrugged. "That is not for me to say. I even betrayed my mistress as you commanded me to and while that sits heavily on my mortal soul, I must remain loyal to the flesh of my flesh." "She was your mistress only because I sent you to her," scoffed Crimson Spider. "You were always mine first. You will always be mine." Lapis shrugged again. "As you say. I merely note that she took me in with good faith and she did not deserve the treatment I gave her in return." "I think I require an affirmation of your loyalty and obedience," said Crimson Spider as the bandages around his groin undid themselves and his erect member slid once more into view. Lady Kraft gasped and would have protested this most improper act, but the mummy glanced at the tomb raider and she found she could not speak. She could only stand there mute and watch as Lapis slid her one piece robe over her shoulders and then knelt naked in front of her father, his cock inches from her face. The English aristocrat thought she saw the merest flicker of disgust crosss the kneeling woman's face before she leaned forward and took the hard cock between her full, dark lips and began to slide her mouth up and down on it. Lapis's tongue flickered over the hard shaft and a loud moan of pleasure escaped from Crimson Spider as he looked down at the view of his penis disappearing into his daughter's mouth while her large breasts swayed gently back and forth. "Ahhhhhhh," moaned Crimson Spider. "I see that you have not lost any of your talent over the long centuries my dear sweet Lapis." The blowjob continued for some time as Lapis took her time and Crimson Spider seemed in no hurry to finish. Finally, the mummy reached out bandaged hands to grasp Lapis's head tightly on either side to hold her in place and began to blast a large, warm load of his cum into her mouth which she swallowed without losing a drop as if out of long practice. "Well done my daughter as always," said Crimson Spider, releasing his hold on Lapis's head. "Now rise and dress yourself. We have plans to discuss. Plans of conquest!" * * * They stopped for pizza at Wong's after removing their masks and putting on coats to cover their costumes. The four of them were looking at the pages Nevada had saved when Nefertari looked up at the young girl bringing them their food and turned a gasp into a cough and reached for a glass of water. "Thanks Judy," said Nevada as she paid the girl and added acouple of bucks as a tip. Wongs made the best pizza in Delta City and Nevada had gotten to know Judy a bit as sometimes if things were quiet, the Asian girl would sit down and chat. Sensing that Nevada had things to discuss with her friends, Judy had only smiled her thanks for the tip and left. "What was all that coughing about?" asked Nevada after Judy returned to the kitchen. "Did you not see the pin she wore on her collar?" asked Nefertari. "No," replied Nevada. "Why should I?" "It is the symbol of Red Dragon Clan!" exclaimed Nefertari. When the others still looked at her blankly, she went on, "In my time, we only had limited trade with their people, those from the far East, but we heard stories of Red Dragon Clan. They are said to be among the most fierce warriors in all the explored world." "I am sure the pin is just a common decoration now," said Nevada as she searched her own knowledge of archeology and came up empty with regards to anything to do with Red Dragon Clan. "I mean, we are sitting in a pizza joint in Delta City, not sitting on a Hellmouth or anything like that." "Perhaphs," agreed Nefertari as she picked up a slice of pizza and bit into it, but her eyes kept shifting back towards the kitchen now and then as the four of them discussed their next move. Nevada tapped a line on the papers in front of her. "This list mainly just gives the sizes, weights and lot numbers for the contents of the warehouse," she said "but there is a notation on one of the crates that says 'xfer to Piper House'. It is dated about twenty years ago and the crate was a large one, about the size ofwhat the ark would require." "That seems like a pretty long shot," commented Arizona after he chewed and swallowed a mouthful of pizza. "I've never heard of a Piper House. It sounds like some kind of halfway house or shelter like that new Fancy House which was just in the news." Nevada shrugged. "Time to do some research." "Speaking of research," said Arizona gesturing towards Lex. "We did some digging on that warehouse. It is owned by a numbered company, but after a lot of digging we traced the ownership to one Hirum Edgewater III." Nevada frowned. "Why does that name sound familiar?" "Duh!" replied Arizona. "You have met his daughter, Veronica Edgewater." When Nevada still looked at him blankly, Arizona waved an impatient hand. "You know, one of Paula Peterson's poison pals, the one with the green hair." "That seems like a huge coincidence," replied Nevada thoughtfully. "Not really," said Arizona. "This whole city is pretty much owned by a few dozen wealthy families like the Wades, Morgans, Petersons and the Edgewaters. A lot of the money they have was made in questionable ways, but after a long enough time, it is laundered semi-clean. Hirum Edgewater the first made his money in steel. In particular, he had several large steel mills in Germany that kept operating during World War II. There was a big investigation about his Nazi ties once the US got into the war, but in the late 1930s, there was significant support for the Nazis in the States with some pretty big rallies. Old Edgewater claimed the German steel plants were operated by a independent subsidiary and out of his control. Like I said, there was an investigation about whether Edgewater was getting money from deals with the Nazis, but then the war ended and we wanted all those German rocket scientists which Edgewater apparently helped with through his connections and the investigation was quietly shut down." "More Nazi connections," sighed Nevada. Arizona nodded. "After Hirum the first died, his son Hirum the second took over the family business which he ran until about twenty years ago. Interestingly enough he seems to have died from a stroke about two days after that transfer of the crate to this Piper House." "So, this Hirum the second as you call him, might have been the one who originated the transfer," put in Nefertari thoughtfully. "Maybe based on some records or information from his father's Nazi contacts?" "Yep," agreed Arizona. "It is just speculation but it is interesting speculation. The Edgewaters diversified from steel over the years and got into things like real estate. They got a lucrative contract with the government to store stuff for them. The tender specified all kinds of high security provisions, but the profit is a lot higher if you take the money and don't carry out all those expensive security precautionss. In seventy years or so, the government bureaucracy just kept paying the money and never doing any kind of audit or inspection to see if the contract was being fullfilled." * * * "You have a private jet that we will make use of," said Crimson Spider to Lady Kraft. "Where is it you plan to go?" asked Lady Kraft who found out that the bastard's spell compelled her active participation in his plans. "Delta City," replied Crimson Spider. "I studied it extensively in my astral form and it will be ideal for my needs. It has by far the highest concentration of Aphrodites like yourself that I can weld into an army of conquest." Lady Kraft wanted to laugh at this ludicrous idea, but apparently Crimson Spider's spell of obedience prevented her from mocking the moron. In stead, she just stood there and watched while the mummy went over to the half forgotten crate and dumped out the naked body of the blonde. Now that she got a better look at the girl, Lady Kraft could see the cum coated breasts rising and falling, so the girl was only unconscious and not dead. "It turned out our busty little customs agent was an Aphrodite," said Crimson Spider. "She is only a Type Zero with no activated powers, but it was sufficient to let her survive intercourse with me that normals cannot. The act may even activate some of her potential, so she can be a useful soldier in my army of conquest. Take her into the bathroom and clean her up once you have orderd your jet to prepare for takeoff." "The jet may be private, but we still need to go through customs," said Lady Kraft. "They won't like a mummy sitting in the passenger section." "I dont plan to," replied Crimson Spider gesturing to the crate. "You are personally taking a donation to the Delta City Museum. You, Faruq and the lovely Ms. Dwindle all have passports." Lady Kraft tried one more time to resist the orders given to her, but found herself picking up the phone to order her jet made ready and then slinging Holly over her shoulder and carrying her into the bathroom. "Be sure to give her a thorough cleaning," called Crimson Spider after her retreating form. Was that a snicker in the mummy's voice wondered Sara as she leaned Holly against the wall of the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water before getting in and closing the semi-transparent door. The blonde was stirring now under the water and LadyKraft went to work with soap and washcloth to clean the large amount of spunk from the girl's body. The large,soft DD breasts felt so nice under her hands and the tomb raider found herself squeezing them gently and rubbing the nipples between thumbe and index finger. Fuck, what the hell was she doing? Lady Kraft had enjoyed the odd roll in the hay with another woman, most notably Jungl Babe, but she certainly had never accosted a half conscious girl in the shower. Resolutely, the noblewoman took her hands off those oh so wonderfully soft pillows of tit flesh and unhooked the hand held shower head and began to sluice the dried jizz from that lovely, satiny skin. Lady Kraft found herself breathing heavily as she turn the spray on the blonde's groin to clear away the dried cum on her pussy lips and thighs. Holly's eyes flickered open and she gave a soft moan at the feel of the warm massaging water on her sex. "Oh god that feels good," murmered Holly. From a bent over position in front of the customs agent, Sara looked up into the girl's eyes that were rapidly filling with lust. "Well love, if you liked that then you will love this," whispered Sara and she leaned further down and forward to run her tongue over the blonde's pussy lips. "Oh fuck yes," gasped Holly and she grabbed Sara's head and pressed it against her pussy. "Eat me out. Lick my cunt and make me cum!" Sara took several more licks before she began to wonder what the hell she was doing. Belatedly, she recalled Crimson Spider's last instructions to clean the girl up good and apparently the spell of obedience had conspired with her Aphrodite genes to find a way to twist that simple command into something sexual. Perhaps the mummy had known it would? There was, however, no way now to resist the insidious command and the noblewoman wasn't sure she wanted to resist as she rammed her tongue deep into the blonde's slit and began to lick feverishly. "Oh fuck, yes lick my pussy," moaned Holy louder now, hands clenched in Sara's wet hair. "You have such a talented tongue whoever you are. You almost have me to an orgasm already." Lady Kraft reached up to grab one of those large, wet, glistening boobs in each hand and play with them as she continued her oral assault on the blonde's pussy with tongue and lips until finally the girl gave a loud scream and began to squirt her juices all over her lover's face. Definitely an Aphrodite from the way she squirts, thought the noblewoman as she finally straightened up, wiping the woman's sweet honey from her face. "Er, my name is Sara Kraft," she said to the now wide awake woman. "Holly Dwindle and very pleased to meet you," replied Holy as they shook hands under the warm water of the shower. "I don't suppose you would like to return the favour?" asked Lady Kraft hopefully as she felt a tremendous need for relief rising up from her pussy. "Delighted too," replied Holly with a grin and sank to her knees in front of the Englishwoman. * * * Nevada had decided to go back and read all the journal articles on the Ark of the Covenant when she stumbled across it. It was an article published in Archeology Today from almost thirty years ago. The author's name was Harold Piper. Once she saw the name, memories came back from one of her classes where a professor had mentioned Piper as one of the leading experts in the field of Judeo-Christian relics. It then took only a few minutes to google the Wikipedia page on Harold Piper. At the time of the article, Piper had been teaching at the University of Chicago, but had retired shortly thereafter whenr his wife was killed in a skiing accident. Professor Piper had moved to Delta City for reasons unknown and nothing had been heard from him in academic circles since then. Nevada was surprised and elated to find an address for Harold Piper in the online phone directory for Delta City. It was certainly a working hypothesis that Hirum Edgewater II had suspected what was in the crate in his warehouse and had it transferred to Piper's house for him to examine. Only, Edgewater had his stroke and died before any such identification had been made. Could the Ark be sitting in its crate at Piper's house for the last twenty years? Surely, the professor had opened it? The best way to answer those questions, Nevada decided, was to find Nefertari and go ask them of the man in person. * * * Faruq was a worried man as he drove the truck back to the small airport outside London. He was so worried, he barely noticed the two warm, sexy bodies of Lady Sara Kraft and Holly crammed into the seat beside him. Things were certainly not going the way he wanted. He was a more than competent sorcerer in is own right, probably not far short of Crimson Spider without the enhancement of the ruby which gave him abilities at least an order of magnitude greater. Faruq had planned to use the ruby's powers for himself, but the damn mummy had come along before he could learn to tap into them and now he was reduced to being the thing's flunky. Even worse, were the plans of Crimson Spider. Despite having walked the Earth in his astral form for two thousand years, the thing didn't really understand the modern world and how much things had changed. Assembling an army of conquest was so last century or maybe even the century before that. Crimson Spider seemed to think he could carve out his new kingdom starting in Delta City and then what? Probably the insane bastard thought he could expand it to the rest of the United States and eventually the world? Yeah right. What did Crimson Spider really know or understand about things like tanks, jet fighters and automatic weapons. The path to power in the world of today was to do it discreetly, behind the scenes where those massive armed forces could not be marshalled against you. The battles happened in alleys, on piers and other dark places where money was to be made selling whatever illegal goods and services people wanted. Power was increasingly found in cyber space and what did Crimson Spider know about bits and bytes? This whole plan was headed for the crapper and there didn't seem anything he could do about it. If only, he could get his hands on that ruby! * * * Nevada and Nefertari decided to visit Harold Piper in their civilian identities rather than in costume. "Professor Piper knew my folks back in Chicago before I was born," said Nevada, "so he might be more willing to talk to me than some masked bimbo." Piper's house was a somewhat dilapitated three story affair of uncertain architecture in a neighborhood a couple of steps down from prime real estate. There was an intercom box mounted next to the front door which buzzed and crackled when Nevada pressed the button. "What you want?" said a staticky voice that was probably female. "My name is Nevada Jones and I would like to talk to Professor Piper," yelled Nevada into the mic. "Not here, lost," camed the reply. "I need to talk to someone about a crate that was delivered to him," called Nevada. "Not here, lost," repeated the voice. "Can I talk to you then?" asked Nevada who was not sure if the 'lost' this time meant the professor or the crate. She wasn't sure how a man could be lost. He might be dead or missing, but there had been nothing mentioned about that in her searches on Harold Piper. "Busy, not here," crackled the intercom speaker and then there was only silence to further button presses by Nevada. "We need to search the house," said Nefertari. "Breaking and entering doesn't seem very superheroic," replied Nevada, "but whoever that was sounded confused and maybe needs help. Besides, Elsa is not stupid and if we made the connection to this house, she is likely to do the same which means we do need to get in there and at least warn her." Nefertari looked around. The house was set well back in the obviously untended yard and there were some conveniently placed bushes running wild next to the front door. Nefertari pulled Nevada behind the cover of those bushes and they stripped off their tops and jeans which had covered their costumes. All they had to do was put on their masks and soon Ebonee and Ivory stepped out of the bushes and back to the door. It took a bit of fiddling with their lockpicks, but the two heroines soon had the door open and stepped inside. "Holy crap," muttered Ivory, trying to keep her voice down despite her surprise. The door had opened onto what had once been a wide hallway, but now had a narrow path barelya foot wide down the center as piles of boxes and shelves lined both walls. The boxes on the left side were readily identified as pizza boxes and a quick check showed them to be entirely empty with only a faint lingering odor of pepperoni, onions and cheese. "There are numbers written on each box," said Nevada as she examined them more closely. "The numbers seem to be in sequence too" she observed as they moved a little ways down the hall to what appeared to be the most recent additions. "7102," read Nefertari and lifted the box to look at one marked 7101 immediately under it. The right side of the hall was mainly shelves of the plastic snap together type and these were stufed full of styrafoam take out boxes of several diferent sizes. Each box was numbered, though since the boxes were grouped by size, the numbers were not sequential. A doorway opened on the left to a large front room which was also stuffed full of stacked objects and overflowing shelves. There was a sofa, chairs and coffee tables, but these too were piled high with stuff. "Star Wars collectible figures," said Nevada as she picked up a boxed object and examined it. "Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader, Han Solo," she paused and gaped at the next box. "This has got to be some kind of fake or joke," and Nefertari peered over her shoulder at what she was looking at. "Star Wars?" she asked. "You told me about your World War II, but you never mentioned anything about the stars fighting. Were the Nazis involved in that war as well?" "No," replied Nevada. "Star Wars was a movie like those you have been watching on television, but this thing was definitely not part of that@ I mean he was, but not like this." "Who is he?" asked Nefertari, "and did he really possess such a magnificent member?" "His name was Jar Jar Binks and in the movies he was just an annoying little creep," replied Nevada as she continued to stare at the action figure of the hated character who was depicted naked with a cock hanging down to his knees. "The Star Wars movies were all family entertainment, not porn and they sure as hell didn't depict him like this!" "Well with a dick like that, he does seem rather creepy," agreed Nefertari. Nevada nodded her agreement and put the figurine back on the shelf, only noticing then that it was one of only a number of X-rated figurines that were mixed in with the more conventional versions. Whoever had collected these figurines didn't seem to distinguish between normal and obscene. "What is Playboy? asked Nefertari from behind Nevada and then there was the rustle of paper and when Nevada looked around, she saw Nefertari holding open a centerfold. "It's er a men's magazine," said Nevada unnecessarily she decided as she now was the one looking over her partner's shoulder at the nude picture of a large breasted woman. That one is Candy Loving, their 25th anniversary playmate." Nefertari raised an eyebrow. "How is it you know that?" she asked and gestured to the several shelves dedicated to holding what might be a complete collection of the magazine. "Um, Rex has a copy of some of the more um popular issues and I must have browsed through them to read the articles," replied Nevada as she fought down a blush. "If you say so," said Ebonee with a smirk. "She certainly has two very large articles," After another close look at the centerfold, Nefertari closed the magazine carefully and put it back on top of the stack. "I think Professor Piper has gone past collecting into hoarding," said Ivory a little while later when they looked around the kitchen. It had obviously not been used to cook anything for some time as the countertops and much of the floor was covered by large rubbermaid tubs. These contained little packets of salt, pepper, ketchup, vinegar, soya sauce, other condiments and plastic cutlury, all sorted into their own bins. "We still have not found any sign of Professor Piper or the woman who we spoke too," said Nefertari as she and Nevada stepped out of the kitchen and both stopped when they heard the faint sounds of music. "A flute?" suggested Nevada trying to figure out where the music was coming from. Nefertari started to reply as she moved towards a set of stairs, but suddenly something slipped out from the piles of junk lining the wals and wrapped itself around her ankles and sent her sprawling tit first to the floor. Nevada gave a cry as she saw some kind of reddish yellow snake wrapped around her partner's ankles and started forward only to have half a dozen of the things drop onto her from the top of the nearby stacks while more flowed out to crawl over Ebonee. Nevada's first concern was that the things might be poisonous, but she quickly realized that wasn't the thing to worry about. For one thing, the snakes were making no sound and seemed intent on immobilizing the two of them by wrapping themselves around limbs and torsos. They also had no mouths with which to hold poisoned fangs. In fact, she quickly realized they were not alive or at least not alive in the conventional sense. While they were snake like, they were not real snakes as they seemed to be composed of a glowing energy of some type. The things were about three feet long and as thick as her forearm with a colour that cycled in patterns through red, orange and yellow with sometimes just a hint of other colours. The things didn't even squeeze them like constrictor snakes, but seemed content to just hold them captive. Nevada wondered what the things planned to do when one of them wriggled into the opening of the top of her costume and began to slither and coil about her breasts. As more of the thing got under her costume, the strain finaly forced her top to pop open and spill her breasts into view. She heard a gasp from Nefertari and glancing over saw that a similar thing had happened to the dark skinned woman and two of the glowing snake things were circling and squeezing her large, soft mounds. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Nefertari as she was obviously being stimulated by the things which was something Nevada could readily understand as the one wrapped around her own boobs was evoking quite pleasant sensations in her own body. By now, the things had somehow immobilized her arms and legs and staring down between her breasts and the creature on them, she saw another of the snake like thingss starting to slither into the bottom part of her costume. "No, bad snake!" cried Nevada even as she felt the warmth of the thing brush against her pussy. Once again Nevada heard a gasp from her partner and knew without looking that Ebonee was sharing her predicament. "Oh no, stay out of there!" cried Nefertari a moment later, confirming Nevada's guess. As one end of the thing began to insert itself into her pussy, Ivory figured that Ebonee's directive had probably been ignored as well. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Nefertari and Nevada found herself echoing that sound a moment later as she felt herself being spread open and filled by the warm length of the creature. Whatever these things were, they were much hotter and more supple than a human penis Nevada discovered as she felt the thing wriggle deeper inside her. Dimly Nevada realized that the music they had heard earlier was still audible and slowly growing louder as if the source was getting nearer. The snake like creatures seemed to pulse and move in time to the music and the friction of the creatures on her breasts and in her pussy were quickly driving both her and Nefertari towards orgasms. "Oh dear, I didn't mean for them to do that," said a soft female voice from a few feet away. Nevada briefly had time to wonder what whoever she was had meant to happen before her climax was ripped from her body. "Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeoooooouuuuuu," she heard herself screaming in a orgasmic duet with Nefertari. It took a few minutes for both heroines to recover enough to focus on their surroundings again and when they did, they found a strangely garbed figure peering down at them. The slim figure was dressed in a suit of brown and dark green leather, looking like some character out of a fairy tale, though Nevada was not sure which story at the moment. The girl's face was obscured by a hood that was drawn down low to hide it in shadow. Still, Nevada could make out wisps of blonde hair which contrasted with the light brown colour of her skin. That skin was mostly hidden by the costume except for the hands that held some type of flute and the enormous breasts that were displayed by the low cut top. "We don't mean you any harm," gasped Nevada as she felt the thing in her pussy continue to move and wriggle and start to extract a second orgasm from her sweating body. "You break into my house," said the girl in an accusatory tone. "We really needed to talk to you," gasped Nefertari. "It is possible you are in danger. We are superheroines." The girl looked doubtful at this. "I see Ms. Americana and others in newspapers," she said and gestured to huge stacks of the Delta City Times that lined this section of the house. "We'are new!" moaned Nevada as she tried to fight back the mounting pleasure. "My name is Ivory and that is my partner Ebonee. We are looking for Professor Piper as we think some Nazis are trying to find something he has in the house." "Daddy lost," said the girl. "Do you mean dead?" asked Nefertari, trying to put as much sympathy as she could into her voice even as she felt the warm length of the creature continue to pulse and move inside her pussy. "No, lost," repeated the girl. She gestured to the stacks of stuff that surrounded them. "Hew went for a walk one day around the house andnever came back." Nevada and Nefertari shared uncertain looks. "Um, can you ahhhhhh stop these things and let us up?" asked Nevada. "We just want to talk to you." The girl hesitated a moment then walked over to the pile of newspapers and pulled the top one from the pile and came back. Below the fold of the front page was the story about Ebonee and Ivory foiling a store robbery with pictures. The girl looked from the pictures to her two captives and back several times before putting the flute back to her lips and playing a single clear note. The snake creatures all vanished and Nevada heard Nefertari echo her gasp of half relief and half regret as the stimulation ceased. "Ok, I talk to you," said the girl and she gestured for them to follow her as she started up the stairs. "I take it Professor Piper is your father?" asked Nevada. "What is your name?" "Fiona, Piper is my name" and the girl smiled at held up her instrument to indicate the double meaning. Even the stairs were piled with things that reduced the navigable portion to a narrow path. There were books, magazines, statues, rugs, boxes of various sizes and shapes that might have contained anything from gold to manure. The hall on the second floor was likewise crowded with piles of the same type of thing and Fiona led them into a small bedroom which barely had room for a small bed amid the deitrius. A laptop sat on the bed and since there was no other place to sit, Nevada and Nefertari sat down on either side of Fiona as she slipped her flute into a scabbard like holster on her belt and took up the computer. Fiona pulled back her concealing hood and now they got a clear look at the girl. She looked to be in her early twenties and had a unique beauty that showed a mixture of races in her features. She had short blonde hair that looked like she had inexpertly cut it herself and her skin tone and other facial features hinted of a East Indian background. Nevada remembered that the Wikipedia article had mentioned Harold Piper's wife and her death which had driven him to Delta City, but didn't recall it mentioning his wife's name or the daughter at all. "Um, I take it you are an Aphrodite too?" asked Nevada gesturing at the flute and then somewhat awkwardly at the girl's abundant cleavage. Fiona nodded. "Yes, and I am sorry about what my pets did. I must have hit a wrong note for them to do that." "I take it you trained them to do that though?" asked Nefertari with a smile. "A way to pass long and lonely nights?" Fiona blushed, but didn't say anything. "Well, er let's forget the snakes," said Nevada changing the topic. "We came here looking for your father. About twenty years ago, we think a man name Hirum Edgewater II sent it to your father so he could verify if the contents were genuine or not. Edgewater died of a stroke before he heard back from your father, assuming we got it right about the crate being sent here." "How big is this crate?" asked Fiona. Nevada told her their best guess and the girl frowned as she began to tap keys on her laptop. "This might be it," she said and both Nevada and Nefertari leaned in to look at the screen which also gave them a more than excellent view down her cleavage. Nevada did her best to ignore this sight, but she thought Nefertari looked quite pleased at what she saw and she wasn't looking much at the computer screen. The laptop seemed to be displaying a database and Fiona was tapping a line that said Crate 179 was located in Basement 7, Room 3. The information went on to give the dimensions and weight of the crate. "You have a database listing everything in the house?" asked Nevada in amazement. "Oh no, not everything," said Fiona. "I am still working on it. I have only finished about ten percent and I think new things arrive when I am not looking." "I don't understand," said Nefertari tearing her gaze away from the girl's impressivly large breasts long enough to look her in the eyes. "Why are you doing this? I mean not just the database, but why are you collecting all this er stuff?" The former queen had started to say 'junk' but had decided at the last moment that might not be considered tactful and her new friends had been trying to teach her that ability which was still a work in progress. Queens afterall didn't tend to have much need for or practice in tact. "Daddy started collecting before mother died," replied Fiona " and then after, that was all he did. I am his assistant. He told me to catalog everything carefully and that is what I do. I will keep doing that until he comes back." Nevada and Nefertari shared another look. "That doesn't seem like much of a life," said Nevada cautiously. "Things must be collected. Things must be organized and cataloged," replied Fiona firmly as if talking to a less than bright child about things that should be obvious. "I'm sure you are right," put in Nefertari smoothly. "Do you think we can look at Crate 179? We think it might contain something that is dangerous and something that some bad people are looking for." Fiona frowned. "It is in basement 7. I have not had time to open and catalog its contents" "But, can we go look at it?" asked Nevada. "we are afraid the bad people will get it." "No one can find Basement 7," said Fiona smugly. "Everything there is safe." Before Nevada or Nefertari could say anything more, there was a series of beeps from Fiona's laptop. The girl tapped a few keys and the screen changed to show what they quickly realized were images from security cameras. There were a group of green robed figures at the front door, a group of black robed figures at the back door and a group of grey robed figures on the roof trying to pry open a trap door. "Oh great the three stooges and their stooges are back," moaned Nevada. The End .