The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. Copyrighted characters of Mr. X’s fabrication are used in kind permission as following the stipulations found on his great website. Long live the X-er!

Well I really like what Mr. X is doing at Danger Babe Central. The re-tooling of the look of the characters and costumes; the restructuring of the backgrounds here and there; hell even the refit of personalities some subtle some more of an overhaul is all rather cool and so very unexpected. I like it so much that I have decided to abandon the non-canon world I had created (Feng Shui, the Wade Brothers, Evert, the whole Brenda Wade losing her mansion, etc.) it was fun and I may pop back to it now and then but what Mr. X is doing with the look and feel of the canonical is just too much fun not to jump on board and cheer!

I always considered the whole thing I was doing as a sort of D.C. ‘what if’ comic. And to be honest it was all a sort of joyride romp. I mean the entire idea behind the giant golden “A” tower was I thought it would be cool if there was a giant “A” on one coast and a giant Teen Titan “T” on the other coast thus framing the good ole USA with T&A. Yeah, lame, not really even a joke but the idea of showing both towers “T&A” behind a very busty newscaster book casing her own opulent gazongas was the entire purpose of that; a set up for a visual joke I simply never got around to, but then that’s why half the stuff I put into these stories is there, as set ups for jokes that sometimes I forget to include the punch line before I run out of time and have to rapidly finish them off.

Mr. X has really worked out some great stuff of late. I mean, I love the whole look and feel of the Ms. Americana cave now. We sort of saw it in the beautiful wax/gem/nightmare witch story arc where the old hag gets her new gorgeous look (I always wondered since she looks exactly like Brenda Wade why she never simply tries to usurp the billionaires life and fortune?!) but we get to see it again in the latest Danger Babe serial and man it’s just cool. That whole bit of every single piece of equipment being labeled ‘the Ms. Americana computer,’ ‘the Ms. Americana radar,’ etc. is just such a fun nod to the ole 1960’s batman tv show and yet is so perfect for Ms. Americana’s type A self-promotion personality. I told X he should put a ‘The Ms. Americana Drinking Fountain,’ in there in the back ground next time. HA! Since the running gag is that she has ever piece of equipment in her base/cave labeled by her with her name on it!

Anyway just wanted to offer a heads up for the next few stories I plan to write? (Well its Kerouac all the way, first thought best thought, no forethought to these stories just make them up on the go with the ticking clock the only structure to them at all. So can’t really call that planning I guess?)So back to a Ms. Americana living in her mansion, running her Wade Industries, with a secret cave underneath, and incorporating all those cool new bits that Mr. X has whipped up at Danger Babe Central re-defining some of those core characters. Danger Babe is a living world, with each new introduction of characters in each and every panel bringing something new so I am bound to trip up and have to back track latter to catch stuff but for now that is all I wanted to say… oh and I hope everyone’s 2013 is a much better year than your 2012 was! I have a feeling we have all earned that in blood sweat and tears, eh? Goodnight world. You rock! Rook.

MS. AMERICANA in “SHADOWS OF STONE”

Ms. Americana, the Queen of Justice, Delta City’s premier super heroine, defender of right, and staunch feminist in one of the most misogynist male chauvinist cites in North America, paused in the shadows of the steel I-beams with the roaring gusting wind ripping through her long raven locks and deafening her ears in banshee howls while hundreds of feet beneath her, her beloved metropolis moved in streams of tiny oblivious happy specks. From here on the climb would be much more difficult even for her power belt enhanced steel-like finger tips. And she still had a rather long ways to go. She squinted under her mask as the invisible shoves of the surly wind rocked her braced frame this way and that. It was a good hundred meters across the naked steel before she would reach the old abandoned and condemned gothic towers of what had once been the late 1800’s built Delta City Observatory. Half hewn out of raw rock it nestled on a jutting precept of what had once been over a hundred years ago a lonely off shoot of the mountain range limping along the northern expanse of the distant city, but now the city sprawl had seeded its self, right up to the roots of the lonely mountain and dotted the plane below with suburban industry. The condemned structure lay half in ruins and the only current access to it was to climb the cliff face its self which she had just done with little effort and in only an hour’s time. But looking down she doubted few could have made that climb even in several hours’ time.

She had seen no sign of previous climbers tell-tale marks on her free climb up and since the entire back side of the structure was sealed off from ruinous collapse over the years, she pondered if her informant was correct in pointing to this structure as being the place to look for answers in the bizarre string of recent heinous crimes. The Juggernaut of Justice eyed the naked support beams that had been thrown up decades ago before the place had been utterly written off and abandoned. The crisscrossing web of steel would grant her the access she would need into the crumbling towers and large dome of the building but it was going to take a bit more than just an iron grasp to make that climb.

Ms. Americana reached behind her back to a small red white and blue butt bag and wrenched it around to her side so she could open it. “Always be prepared!” She had once taught an entire troop of boy scouts that when they had become trapped for three days while exploring a newly discovered system of caves. “Well, if only you had brought some form of protection then well maybe?” She had kept telling the increasingly horny young men soaking up her Aphrodite gene pheromones while smirking broader and broader. By the time she had lead them out with their hands clutched to their painfully swollen crotches all they could do was mumble, “always be prepared!” Since then she had heard it had become the entire organizations motto. She smiled even now thinking back to that. There are some who may have found that a tad harsh, but for three days she had lead them through almost impossible terrains and terrifying situations with little food and water and little rest; led them by their lust true enough, but not once had any of them collapsed or lost heart or even complained. And all by jiggling and wiggling up a storm and looking over shoulders and saying, “I would boys, I really would, but…” and all for that lack of a little piece of latex they continued to crawl after her clinging to that, ‘I would, I would like to, but…’ dangling forever before them in her smile.

The vivacious brunette plucked high-tech suction cups out of the bag and using their straps began to secure them to her knees, and the palms of her gloved hands. She paused for a moment and then took out two more suction cups but these were different than the others, having instead of a suction cup and a strap being instead two suction cups attached back to back. The champion of just causes cleared her throat and could not suppress a quick side to side glance before wiggling her top down and fastening a suction cup with a loud vacuum hissing to each of her pert exposed nipples. She raised an eyebrow and swallowed hard before venturing out to the lip of the steel she was on and leaping out and up at the next supporting I-beam. Hanging upside down by the lip of the beam she swung up her knees until they suctioned themselves to the surface by her voice command and then attached her palms also by voice command. In this manor by talking to each of the suction cups by their designated number to ‘release’ or to ‘hold’ she slowly made her way crawling up the steeply angled beam until it patched into and intersected with another beam where upon she followed its reverse angle further up and so forth climbing higher and higher up the zigzagging support structure.

Almost to her ultimate destination Ms. Americana found an opportunity to try out her new nipple cups. She commanded the nipple cups to adhere to the beam she was climbing underneath and then disengaged her other suction cups so she could have her hands and legs free to pull a small oblong box device out of her butt bag. She carefully attached this device by removing her knee suction cups and her palm suction cups and strapping it firmly to the box and then ordering all of these suction cups to adhere to the surface of the underside of the I-beam. She then slowly lowered by a thin metal cable the detached center of the oblong box. This device slowly made its way down tossing this way and that in the high winds until it reached a long half twisted metal I-beam half buried in stone rubble of the collapsed structure. Here she touched a button on the secured oblong box and a strong magnetic wave snapped the former small center of the box to the crumpled support beam.

“The fusion battery will only have enough ‘oomph’ for one go at this so I had better get this right!” Ms. Americana pulled out the only remaining piece of equipment in the butt bag, a small flat computer pad and scanned the crumbled structure immediately below her. She had taken out the small pad during her climb several times making scans but she needed to be certain. “Yes, according to my readings that support beam and its rubble are blocking the one weak point entrance area that can be reached by the support pillars. If I can’t dislodge it then nothing short of several days of blasting is going to get me in from the other side! Got to make this work!”

The vixen of vigilantism returned the computer pad to her pouch and then began to press buttons on the small box all the while hanging by her nipples from the underside of the huge I-beam. The small oblong box hummed to life and began to pull with tremendous power on the thin line. Slowly the enormous I-beam below her began to shuffle in the pile of rubble as her own I-beam began to quiver and shake. The sympathetic vibrations of the two spans of steel caused the Queen of Justice tits to vibrate as she bounced up and down from the suction cups on her nips. Milk began to leak slowly out from under the straining nipple cups as her eye lids fluttered and she bit her lower lip against the waves of intense pleasure. “Can’t... climax…not here… feels so… good! Nothing more devastating than a tit-gasm! Must use superior… will!”

A large wet stain began to seep and cover Ms. Americana’s micro-pantie crotch as she began to openly grasp and squeeze her own huge tits! Suddenly the collapsed support bellow wrenched free its upper third and tossed rubble like exploding footballs all around the quivering limbed super heroine. Ms. Americana blinked and slowly regained her composure as she pulled in her lolling tongue and eyed the small gap the half bent up yanked free beam had made. She licked the splatters of milk off her face and stopped the now whining machine. She reached for the taught metal line and once having it secured ordered her nipple cups to ‘release’ and slipping her body around the wire slid easily down to the newly created access to the long sealed building.

A bit tight but a wiggle and jiggle here and there and the Queen of Justice found herself lightly dropping into a half collapsed hallway of the once opulent tiled building. With almost an afterthought and a bit of a hesitant lip bite of reluctance the super heroine removed each of her nipple cups with a loud snapping pop and jets of hot breast milk spurting out before her. “I guess we can call those a success!” Ms. Americana could not suppress her giggle and smirk of pleasure as she carefully placed the milk drenched nipple cups into her butt bag and swapped out her computer pad scanner. “Now to see if there are any telltale signs of recent activity?”

There were none. At least the limited range of the scanner showed no heat signatures or movement or recent stress fractures in the hallway in front of her or in the hallows of a few meters behind each closed door aside of her slow cautious pace. “Hmm, as usual technology is simply no match for the ultimate power of woman’s intuition!” Ms. Americana tossed the pad back in her butt bag, “besides I forgot to re-charge the battery and it just died.”

Ms. Americana reached down and with a light touch turned on her power belt light. A star shape beam of light slightly angled toward the ground appeared before her and she began to walk with clicking heals down the rubble strewn marble floor to the distant stone stair case at the end of the hallway. “And my infallible intuition tells me if there are any criminal elements or clues left behind by them they will be found higher up in the building; Probably in the great observatory its self!”

A few strides brought her abreast of the main entrance hall of the building. When it had first been built in 1868, the building had no intention of being made open to the public. It had been a building of serious scientific research and the entrance hall had been built only in the mid 1950’s as well as the small museum and planetarium and gift shops to cater to a need for monetary funding. Now all of that was buried under the tons of rock it had been carved into as well as much of the road leading its serpentine path up the mountain side had as well been reclaimed by the natural geological faults of the fissured mountain. Still the inside of the building hallowed out of the mountain’s top still was intact and it had an odd preserved old world feel to its otherwise creepy dust strewn motionless limp air. The craftsmanship was impressive. Brass railings, marble facings everywhere, small carved stone lintels and posts and niches with marble vases still holding long dead and mummified remains of vegetation, creepy as hell, but exquisite. It was far beyond the current means of the world to craft such opulence and indestructible longevity into a simple single purpose building, but then these were the same people who made train stations that looked like palaces and sewers who looked like ancient tombs. The height of this civilization come and gone and no one really noticed. Nothing now but inevitable decay, it was true; capitalism is the cancer of democracy and greed is the un-building of every empire who does not vanquish it.

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“Now this gentlemen is the future! Take look at this baby!” The man in the rumpled fifteen thousand dollar suit switched the cigar to the other side of his stubble blotchy bulldog face and hoisted up the bazooka like fire arm. “It has a long ass boring prototype name that I don’t care to remember. I just call it, ‘THE WOMB BOMB!’ Ha-ha-ha!” He waved it around in the air as the small gathering of men equally lavishly attired smiled and clapped politely. “Now, you take one of these meaty summer sausages looking things and you drop it in here and close this and then you just aim through here. Now here is the beauty part, the targeting relay is set up to hone in on Aphrodite gene tits! Ha-ha-ha! You don’t even have to have a clear shot of her puss or anything! You just lock it on her tits! And pull the trigger! It dematerializes in the chamber and re-materializes in her pussy! No amount of crossing those knees and pressing together her super powered thighs can stop it! No sirree! Not once this baby has those tator-tots on a lock! And here is the best part. Once inside the super slut it starts to grow in size and vibrate like a washing machine tied to the back of a bucking brahma bull! It continues to grow and pulse and priming the pump as it were until it goes off releasing an egg straight into super slut’s womb! Blam-o! Huston the Eagle has landed! Ha-ha-ha! And what do you got? Well one knocked up bitch! And you can knock her up with just about any mutant egg you can imagine! And the sweet part is? Well the super tah-tah’s in question spends several minutes on the floor withering around in uncontrollable orgasms until the womb bomb goes off and then she spends the next hour or so helplessly going through rapid impregnation and then birth. During which time she is utterly helpless to stop anyone of us from completing whatever crime we were in the process of doing before knockers there showed up and interrupted us! No dead super heroine so no press and thus cops on our ass and best yet we get away with… whatever! No more worries no more mess no more fuss! Now I ask you is that beautiful or what?!”

“I got to ask Tony, where did you ever pick-up something like that?”

“Hey, it’s Bulldog now, right! And that ain’t any of your business, Franco! But let’s just say after that last raid on Dragon Queen’s hide out some of her stuff went missing from the police impound lock-up before that professor Worthless guy got his hands on it! Ha-ha-ha! Now what do you say we give this baby a test run at that little brand new bank with it’s much touted impregnable vault we have all been eyeing for the last six months! Huh? If we are lucky a mask will show up and we can all watch the fun!”

“What about the creature?”

“The what?”

“You know, you said that it impregnates the mask and she gives birth to some kind of mutated monster.”

“What’s that to us? It takes an hour for that to happen. We will be long gone before that happens. Why Franco, you worried someone is going to nail you with another paternity suit?!”

The entire room of men began laughing while Franco blushed and rolled his toothpick around his cracked taught lips.

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Ms. Americana wandered around the large bronze and copper semi-circle of the observatory. The roof was rented in several places but the telescope seemed intact. The lenses alone would be worth several thousands of dollars and yet left up here to slowly fall into ruin. Birds had made nests all about the building but there had been no sign of any birds when she had entered the dome. The wind howled along the rented plates and made odd high pitch moaning sounds. There were certainly no signs of recent habitation. No refuse no wastes, no means of comfort crude or otherwise to be seen. The marble floor was littered with gritty residue of particles of sand and rock blown in over the decades and only her footprints marred its dusted surface. The raised metal steps and mesh flooring of the raised telescope also showed no signs of recent activity or disturbance other than bird droppings and the small bones of animals lining the nests.

In fact the only thing out of the ordinary was the utterly bizarre pile of stone gargoyles deposited under one of the rented openings in the curved surface of the dome. She found herself returning again and again to the small cluster of haphazardly dropped stone figures and pondered at their presence here. All the old buildings of Delta City was covered in such stone creatures as well as face carvings and more pleasant statues to be sure, and it was indeed likely that this old building had at one time been adorned with such ghoulish statuary as well, but why would anyone have bothered to try and conserve them by lugging them inside? Let alone dragging them all the way up those stair cases to drop them here? She grabbed the ankle of one of the stone figures and gave it an experimental tug. Even with her power belt the thing was surprisingly heavy and she let it fall the few inches she had raised it up off the floor where it landed with a heavy thud. “It would have taken two strong men to lug these smaller statues up those stairs, and maybe more to drag these two larger ones up here. But why bother at all? They certainly aren’t valuable. Well, maybe to some collector but the city is riddled with such icons why try and gather the ones up here in such an inaccessible place?” She shook her head, “It doesn’t make sense. Well one thing is for certain my source was dead wrong this time. Remind me to cut off his cleavage peeping privileges the next time I need some information, maybe a little too much blood is flowing to the wrong part of his body and that has scrambled his reliability?” Ms. Americana frowned as she passed her star shaped light back over the pile of statues. They were all facing upright but she was sure when she had dropped that one by the ankle it had landed on its side? She frowned and shook her head again. “That near tit-gasam may have scrambled my own sense a little bit as well. All that matters now is whoever is committing all those apartment high rise penthouse attacks and savage forced tit milkings over the past month is not using this place for a base of operations… now for the long climb back down and a start back at square one!”

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“Here I am with my sausage all primed and ready and not a super bimbo to try it out on. I am udderly disappointed.” Bulldog surveyed the kneeling and prone terrified bank employees and customers as they shivered amidst spent machine gun casings as his ‘pack’ continued working at the massive vault door behind him. Just then one of his men shot through the air and crashed into a desk knocking it clean of all it had upon it.

“Alright evil doer doo-doo heads cease your villainery or get a taste of Flag Girl’s awesome array of power belt fueled justice!”

Bulldog looked at the straddle stance blonde super heroine pointing at another of his men and smiled. “I was hoping for an Omega Woman, or Ms. Americana herself, I mean...” he raised the view finder of his weapon to his face and frowned at the breast reading lock. “You are almost too small to not throw back. But I guess you will have to do little minnow. Try this on for size!” he pulled the trigger and there was a loud crackle and pop but no kickback from the weapon which surprised him. He was also surprised to actually ‘see’ the meaty bullet fly out of the weapons tube. After all he was under the belief it dematerialized and rematerialized in the super heroine’s baby oven. He looked down at the weapon in his hands and shook it and frowned, “never buy American.”

The speeding sausage shot across the room and zipped and zoomed like a homering missile catching Flag Girl’s peripheral vision at the last second and sending the squealing blonde cartwheeling away. It did no good, in fact it spread her legs which gave the rapidly course changing meaty foot long a clear shot at its target. Flag Girl just managed to latch on to the thing as it slammed its worming muzzle against her panties crotch and crashed to the floor as she brought her other hand around to wrestle with it as well. It was impossible! Somehow the thing pushed with an impossible strength wriggling insanely until it had pushed away her mary-jane’s and was nuzzling its wide circumference into her wet and terrified snatch! “Jah-Jeepers! What is this thing!? Down boy! Down! No that is not what I meant by down! Out boy out! Ugh!” It was like trying to throttle a rabid jack hammer! In seconds it had slipped her gloved iron grip and easily wiggled past her clenched desperate steel locked thighs and slipped surprisingly easily into her ever subconsciously welcoming pussy! Flag Girl gave a shocked look as she watched the huge meaty missile disappear up her snatch! “OH MY GAWD! THAT THING IS INSIDE ME! I MUST GET IT OUT! THANKFULLY ALL THAT PRACTICE FISTING MYSELF SHOULD REALLY PAYOFF NOW JUST AS I ALWAYS KNEW IT WOULD! ” But as she crawled and scampered to her feet the device began to swell in size and gyrate and pulse and vibrate, poor Flag Girl could only weakly claw at her shaved bald dribbling snatch as her eyes flew back in her head and her mouth exploded open with a shower of saliva as she crumpled back to her knees, her ass beginning to savagely hump the air as she moaned and groaned and whimpered.

“Well, I be damned! The thing DOES work! Okay you mooks let’s get that safe blown we got less than an hour before that little tart unleashes whatever egg that shell had in it!” Bulldog grinned and chuckled as he pulled up a chair to watch the super heroine slut rub her cum gushing pussy rapidly against a metal desk leg nearly flipping over the large heavy piece of furniture with every spastic corkscrewing gyration. He turned and prodded the end of the still smoking weapon against the female bank president’s forehead and smiling said, “Say how about making me some popcorn toots!”

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“Hmm, they only attack at night. Only target the top floors of high rise apartments. And once they smash their way inside from the windows they take no items but instead savagely attack the female resident therein. Every time the woman is an Aphrodite gene positive but unawaken; which means she has all the dormant qualities of an Aphrodite gene awakened woman just none of the super powers. Those dormant aspects being increased healing, slightly increased strength, and of course the telltale sign of enhanced beauty and all of that packed into her gene laced much engorged breast tissue. There is one other shared aspect of the Aphrodite gene laced dormant woman and the awakened and that is both can have their Aphrodite gene milk forcibly milked from them irrelevant of any previous pregnancies or utter lack thereof! And that has been the sole theft in every case; the forced milking of the Aphrodite gene milk of each helpless victim! And what savage milkings! Teeth marks more like fangs on each breasts and each woman being somehow rendered into an almost coma-like state for several hours, so that when she wakes she has no memories what so ever of the assault! And this despite the evidence of long pronounced struggles. And yet not a single increase in the black-market trafficking of Aphrodite gene milk? The newspapers are calling it the work of a Breast Vampire, but if so it must be several of them as the measurements of the bite marks show several different sizes of suckling fangs and some of those surprisingly small mouths indeed!”

Ms. American glanced behind her and up at the now distant mountain top and its mist shrouded observatory and then proceeded to her Ms. Americana car and slipped in behind the driver’s seat. “It is nearly dusk now and the only thing left to do is once again try staking out those women in high-rise apartments who match the outward signs of a dormant Aphrodite gene woman and hope I get lucky!” The Ms. Americana car speed away in a rooster tail plume of dust and gravel.

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“That-was the most disgusting and perverted thing that has ever happened to me- and that is saying a lot! At least my top stayed on and my skirt… though I think these panties have seen their last mission. Did any of you see which way it went? That thing which just came out of me?” Flag Girl let go of her dizzy head and looked at the paramedic who was helping her stand. All around her the place was full of police officers and medics talking to people, the crooks were long gone.

“You mean that thing?” The somewhat nervous paramedic pointed down at Flag Girls feet directly between her wobbly cum splattered knees.

Flag Girl moved away from the paramedic who reluctantly let go of her breasts which he had been fondling for several minutes as he discreetly zipped back up his disappointed cock back into his pants. “I don’t get it?” Flag Girl kicked at the gray lump on the floor, “it’s just a lump of stone? I mean aren’t they usually pregger monsters or inseminoid plants or such? Wow my first pregger rape and birth and it’s a dud? Bummer!”

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“It’s a what?” Ms. Americana looked up from the tripod mounted binoculars she was scanning several apartment complexes with that housed large busted beautiful women on their top floors and looked absently at the police chopper flying in large loops in the distance.

“A stone. Just a blue gray lump of stone.” Flag Girl’s voice buzzed over Ms. Americana’s star shaped ear ring.

“Not some kind of egg or well anything?” Ms. Americana took her finger off her star shaped enameled choker as she finished speaking into it.

“Nope. Just a plain ole stone. The Ms. Americana Spectral Analyzer say’s its granite. But with a much higher density than it should have for its size. I think that means it’s like really heavy, but I mean I could have told you that, stupid machine!” There was a loud whack from the earring receiver.

“Don’t hit the computers! It’s not like your hairdryer or the TV, and I still have no idea how you get them to work by just thunking them with your fist like that!” Ms. Americana frowned out over the night sky; cloudy with no visible moon, tough night for a stake out and all these extra helicopters and police spotters on the other rooftops aren’t helping my thermal optics vision any; looks like an orange blur with all those heat signatures. Ms. Americana looked up from the binoculars again.

“It’s all in the wrist!” Flag Girl giggled over the star shaped earring. “Say you want me to come and join in on your stake out?!”

“Shouldn’t you be resting after your ordeal?”

“What a little inseminoid rape? It was nothing! Though my bobbies do feel a little sore still?”

“After they get milked dry or after you give birth the Aphrodite gene responds by enlarging the number of Aphrodite gene clusters found in the breast tissue thus increasing their overall size and fullness.”

“OH MY GOSH! You mean I am going to get bigger boobies! That is soooo awesome!”

“You do realize that the Wade Foundation is dedicated to stopping teen pregnancies worldwide and spends millions a year globally to bring this about?”

“Uh, yeah that is what I was saying, sure sucks I am going to be getting some decent sized boobs and more power with them! No more training bra jokes from all the other super heroines! Yes!”

Ms. Americana sighed, “Look I want you to stay home tonight and get some rest you have earned it. Now lock up the Ms. Americana cave and head up stairs for some shut eye. That’s an order!”

“Yes ma’am! Flag Girl over and out!”

“I swear sometimes she is like a mumpet on crack. Hmm, what’s that? Odd I thought I heard something behind me in the shadows?” Ms. Americana slowly stood up from her kneeling crouch at the edge of the building roof top and walked over to the edge of the inky black shadows that the backwash of the city lights could not penetrate and turned on her star shaped belt light. With a gasp of shock she instinctually took a step back and then froze and frowned and took a half step forward again, for there in her flash light beam was a dozen stone gargoyles of various sizes.

“Whoa-whoa that thing woke up! This is Flag Girl that thing is not a stone at all well I mean it is a stone but it is really just this curled up stone statue thing one of those mean faced looking ugly looking men statues thingies!”

“You mean a gargoyle.” Ms. Americana thumped the back of her hand on the solid stone unmoving statues she was slowly walking amidst. “What’s it doing now?”

“Nothing. I mean it froze as soon as I turned the lights back on. I turned them off like you are always telling me we have to do our part to save energy though since we have our own nuclear reactor whose energy we don’t share with anyone else I am really not getting that but I heard something and when I flipped the lights back on it was there on the floor like right next to my ankles! And man does it look pissed off and mean! Guess no, love mother heart tattoo on its butt!”

“Hmm, they don’t appear to move if they are in direct light. And they must feed on Aphrodite gene laced milk. Odd, some kind of new mutant freak, or one that has been around for centuries hidden dormant until now?”

“Oh my gosh! It moved as soon as I took my eyes off of it! I was looking for a box or net to scoop it up into and when I turned back around it was right there behind me again! Man-o-man that thing is creepy!”

Ms. Americana dropped her curled finger from her chin and looked around her in astonishment. “You mean they can move even in light?!” All around the Queen of Justice the statues had closed around her ringing her in! A gray ooze was seeping from their gapping fanged mouths! Ms. Americana poked a gloved fingertip between the razor sharp stone fangs. “That gray ooze must have some kind of sleep inducing and memory erasing properties to it?” She rubbed the gritty film between her thumb and forefinger and sniffed it. “Yes some definite trace of organic chloroform the type found in most inseminiod creatures. How interesting and… dangerous!”

Ms. Americana instantly flipped up and away landing on her hands and knees her face looking up just inches from the fanged snarling stone frozen mouth of one of the gargoyles with all the others frozen in place directly behind it in various strides and bounds. Ms. Americana raised herself up slowly and gaged the several meters those things had crossed in just the second it took her to flip away. “Don’t take your eyes off of it Flag Girl their speed is uncanny but they apparently can’t move if you are looking directly at them? Access the key board panel of the Ms. Americana Main Frame and open the radioactive proof emergency safe. Pick the thing up never taking your eyes off it and toss it inside and seal it up.”

“Way ahead of you Ms. A. done and done! Baby is put to sleep! You alright?”

“UH, well,” Ms. Americana edged back until her booted calves hit the raised lip of the roof top trying desperately to keep the entire little hoard of stone monsters in her line of sight. “These must be the same creatures I saw up in the observatory. I guess I owe my informant an apology and maybe a good nipple slip peak. I just hope my power belt light battery lasts until sunrise!”

“I am grabbing some spotlights and I am on my way! Flag Girl over and out!”

Suddenly a police helicopter hovered into view and cast its spot light down on Ms. Americana blinding her as she threw up her arms over her face. “You alright Ms. Americana,” a bull horn bellowed? “You looked like you were being menaced by a bunch of mangy vagrant dogs?! But it’s alright now they fled off into the shadows as soon as we hit them with the spot!”

“Ah, gee thanks.” Muttered the national spokesperson for pet neutering as she shielded her eyes and squinted into the darkness and sighed blowing her helicopter blade whirled locks out of her eyes before they swirled right back over them again.

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“Well in a way we should thank this Mister Bulldog. This little specimen he gave us may indeed hold the key for us defeating these statue beasts.” Ms. Americana looked up from the scanner housed in the base of the unbreakable glass cylinder wherein the stone gargoyle recently retrieved from the safe lay motionless.

“Yeah remind me to send him a Christmas card.” Flag Girl’s voice was muffled as she was busy pulling at the side of her top and craning her neck peaking with sour looks at her breasts.

Ms. Americana sighed and then since Flag Girl had not seen her looking at her quickly put her eyes back to the eye pieces of the scanner before speaking, “you know it can take weeks for a breast growth spurt to take visible form.”

“Wha- who even cares about that? I have no idea what you are talking about.” Flag Girl gave the back of Ms. Americana’s head a scowl before raising an eye brow and proceeding to squeeze her breasts through her top trying to judge their size as her tongue darted out in concentration.

“At any rate I can safely say that it is the radiation in the sunlight that causes these things to go inert not the power of the beam of light. We need to rig up some kind of ultraviolet light beam gun if we are going to take these things down and then we are going to need some kind of cage to place them in to keep them for what appears to be a very, very long time as their rate of cellar decay is almost non-existent!”

“So why did these things suddenly start attacking people?”

Ms. Americana glanced up and looked at Flag Girl’s reflection in the glass wall of the cylinder and then struggled not to laugh as she witnessed the girl proceeding to jump up and down and hold out her hands in front of her chin as some kind of measuring device?! “Well, I don’t think they have. That is I believe these things have always been feeding on large busted women for a very long time. It maybe that Aphrodite gene milk has just made them much more active of late made them less prone to falling back into their normal cycle of dormancy stage. That and it is obvious that someone has stolen their egg or eggs and placed it in that weapon. That may mean that someone has disturbed their ecosystem and sent them all pell-mell out into the night now. They are equipped with disproportional penises. I imagine they use to impregnate women in the past and then feed upon them from then on as soon as they reached a point they could produce milk. But with their discovery of the Aphrodite gene milk they soon learned there was no need to impregnate the victim nor wait months to feed upon it! It must surely have altered their century’s long world astronomically.”

“Can they be destroyed?”

Ms. Americana turned around to see Flag Girl rubbing her nose and her eyes smarting from what must have been a serious impact of breast against face and smiled, “yes, a severe enough dose of ultraviolet light should destroy the lichen that microscopically covers the granite surface and empowers them with life and movement.”

“Ultra-wha-hos-its?! Hey just like vampires! I guess the newspapers were right!”

Ms. Americana frowned and nodded. “Say… your boobs do look bigger!’

“Wha- I mean not that I care but really they do?!”

“Yep!”

“Awesome!”

“Now how about helping me rig up these ultra-light guns. Or do you think you need to alter your top first?”

“Uh, no the top can wait I can help you with the anti-vampire guns!”

“Awesome!”

The two high fived each other and proceeded to bustle about the cave being careful not to bump into all the signs that hung on every piece of equipment labeling it the ‘Ms. Americana this or that’.

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The return visit to the observatory was made much quicker with the Delta City Police Department providing air transport via Chinook helicopters. The daylight incursion had only one ‘bump’ and that was when Ms. Americana had climbed up into the cockpit to guide the lead helicopter to the proper position directly above the domes rented roof struggling against the sever wind shears. There in the cockpit she had discovered one of the myriad of scandalous unauthorized pin-up calendars of herself in sexy topless Photoshop poses. This one had Ms. Americana in a jaunty military helmet and giving a two finger salute in front of a line of blurry soldiers sans her bra-top with the caption; “Lock that load solider! This is going to be a long haul!” It was impossible for the Queen of Justice to walk into any office building or break room or garage or work shop and not find a poster, a coffee mug, a pen set, a mouse pad, you name it! emblazoned with her image and usually some double entendre ‘motivational’ message or sexual slur. It would have been the ultimate balm for the raven haired woman’s insatiable ego if only her feminist nature did not rankle at the simple fact that every image was of her topless and the tone was often than not sexually derisive. Still though she made those who found themselves suddenly caught between their ‘porn-lite’ and her, the image of sexual fantasy in the flesh squirm, under her unblinking withering gaze; she secretly loved the attention and if in one of her puckish moods would even autograph the images. Which is what she did in the cabin of the helicopter but after she had made much pretense of picking up the calendar and making innocent queries about it until the sweating nervous pilots had nearly flown them into a high power line tower.

Inside the rented ruins of the observatory having zipped down the repel lines and armed with the new ‘ultra-light guns’ Ms. Americana and her team quickly disposed of the stone gargoyles. The lichen which had slowly gave the stone life over hundreds of years may have screamed at the stone to fight or run but it could not undue centuries of learned instinctive behavior in a single afternoon. The statues just lay there as long as you kept your eye on it and so the teams working back to back and in units of clustered pairs made quick work of the frozen specters.

A second team lead by Flag Girl made their way to the old quarry where the stone had been originally faceted and cut with high pressure water drills/saws centuries ago and found several small clumps of the unusual lichen growing on the raw rock and zapped that too with their ‘anti-vampire guns’ as Flag Girl kept telling her increasingly confused crew.

Several groups of city workers set about the city with the lichen detector goggles Ms. Americana provided and armed with more ‘sun-guns’ they scoured the city’s thousands of stone statures looking for patches of the odd life giving lichen to blast. Other workers followed with hoses of soapy concoctions reeking of chemical detergents and blasted statues all over town as well. This went on for weeks and the citizens simply thought it to be a massive much needed cleaning campaign.

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“Well, that is the last one,” Ms. Americana leaned beside Flag Girl as they looked at the small gargoyle curled up lying in the center of the unbreakable Plexiglas tube. “Just one press of that large red button and all the lichen growing on that statue will be irradiated and rendered inert.”

“Agh! You can’t kill baby!” Flag Girl was looking all anxious at the sleeping small statue.

“As you wish,” Ms. Americana pressed a button on the small handheld unit she was hiding behind her back and all the lights in the Ms. Americana cave flickered and went out for a second and then popped back on. There was the little statue now pressed up against the glass its fangs and claws just inches from Flag Girl’s kneeling face.

Flag Girl screamed and then shouted, “agh! Bad baby! Try and eat your mommy!” and smashed her fist on the red button. A bright light flared and faded. Flag Girl hit the large red button again. “Nasty monster!” and she hit it again! “trying to eat me!” and she hit it again! Each time causing the same bright flare of light but now starting to cause the cave lights to moan and flicker with each power surge.

“Ah, Flag Girl,” Wham! “Ah Lydia,” Wham! Ms. Americana grabbed the furious girl around the waist and dragged her back from the tube and the button. “That’s enough it’s dead!”

“Going for my baby feeders will you!” Flag Girl smashed her red booted heel down on the button!

“Flag Girl that is quiet enough!” Ms. Americana yanked the squirming young girl away from even foot flailing range of the glass tube and held her until the blonde vixen simmered down. “Now calm down! Geesh!” Ms. Americana let go of the fuming girl and walked past her back to the glass tube and opened it.

“What are you doing?!” Flag Girl howled.

“This will make a lovely paper weight,” Ms. Americana held up the hefty wide legged stance statue.

“Wha-are you crazy?! Grind the thing up in the Ms. Americana Rock Crusher!”

Ms. Americana sighed, “Flag Girl have you not heard a word I have been telling you all these weeks? This is a work of lost art. It took an experienced craftsman hundreds of hours of labor to carve this centuries ago with nothing but a hammer and a chisel from one of the hardest stones on earth. There is no one anywhere doing that kind of work anymore. It is a lost art, a treasure of a bygone era of skill and caring that this civilization will never see again. This must be preserved. There and look it holds my coffee mug in its little paws, awe that is so cute!”

Flag Girl looked around her up into the niches of the Ms. Americana cave at all the gargoyle statues that now lined it. “I still can’t believe you are not going to crush these things up?!”

Ms. Americana shook her head and sighed again, “you just don’t understand. This country has peaked. It will never again craft buildings or works of such skill and art ever again. We must try and save what little we can of what every day it now so readily destroys in its own blind aftermath of its inevitable decay. Now remember to switch off the lights and let’s head up stairs back to the mansion. We have to get ready for the annual fund raiser party!”

“What is it this week?” Flag Girl gave the statues a sour look and followed Ms. Americana to the lift.

“Ahhh, saving the Austrian dingo I think?”

“Ah! Puppies!”

The lights powered down as the lift door swooshed closed and then the lights flickered and upon the far wall in the staccato a gargoyles face went from a snarl to a smile.

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