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The Star-Spangled Heroine (Call Me Americana #1)

by Sigma

Author’s Note: The second Summer Series for the year. Think of it as “Ms. Americana: Year One”. These stories are Superia continuity, but you don’t need to have read those stories, since the references to them will be minimal at best.

I

“Ugh!” Brenda Wade grunted and hit the training mat in the gym. Her tits, barely contained by her sweat-soaked sports bra, heaved as she looked up. Her head swam and she groaned as she tried to stand up. When she finally rose, her opponent simply looked at her and grinned.

Katelyn O’Kelly, affectionately known as “Coach Kay” cracked her taped knuckles and beckoned the young Brenda to come at her again. Coach Kay was 6-foot-2 of solid muscle and healthy curves, even in her mid-40s. Her dark hair was tied back and her green eyes flashed as she waited for Brenda to strike.

Brenda looked to woman up and down, from the muscles on her arms, to her sculpted abs, to her thick thighs, and then met the woman’s gaze. She was staring at a former heroine, someone who had faced down threats time and again and always won. Coach Kay had a lot to teach Brenda about combat, but she began second guessing herself when she saw the woman was neither tired nor hurt.

“If you don’t come over here, I’m coming over there, Brenda,” Coach Kay taunted.

Brenda swallowed a lumped in her throat and charged, throwing a series of punches that her opponent weaved around. One punch went past Coach Kay’s ear and Brenda braced for the counter. Instead, Coach Kay grabbed her arm and flipped Brenda over her shoulder. Brenda screamed and went end over end before ending up on her back yet again. Before she could get up, thick, muscular thighs sandwiched her head while Coach Kay still controlled her arm.

“Come on, Breda. Don’t tell me you’ve given up!”

“Never!” the young heroine protested.

Coach Kay grinned and squeezed her thighs and Brenda whined, unable to break out. Coach Kay dominated the helpless younger woman for several more moments before someone else walked in and cleared their throat. “Wait your turn, Freya,” Coach Kay said.

Freya Hudson, a tall, lean woman in her 40s with light blonde hair, walked around the two and stood over Brenda.

“Brenda, we have the gala at the museum tonight. You have to get ready. Training is done for the day.”

Coach Kay let the girl go and Brenda rolled over, gasping for air. Coach Kay watched her with a predatory smile.

“No, I wanna keep going,” Brenda said.

“I’m afraid not,” Freya told her. “On your feet.”

Brenda groaned and got up.

“Good match,” Coach Kay said. Brenda nodded and left.

Coach Kay looked Freya over. Freya had on a a simple blouse and dress pants that flattered her lean build. “So when am I going to get you on the mat, Frey?”

Freya looked at her and smiled. She traced finger down Kay’s sweaty cleavage. “Don’t ask for something unless you’re positive you can handle it,” she said before leaving.

II

A crowd of onlookers and press gathered outside the Delta City Museum of Natural History and camera flashes went off as a luxury sedan pulled up to the entrance and Freya climbed out. She switched to a green dress with a single shoulder strap, and her hair was tied up in a bun. Brenda got out after her, wearing a blue, backless, low cut dress that showed off her cleavage, and slits in the sides exposed her thighs.

Brenda waved for the cameras as she and Freya walked the carpet toward the entrance. At the top of the stairs, Tessa Ortega, Mayor of Delta City, smiled and greeted them. She was Latina woman in her mid 30s, one of the youngest mayors the city ever had, and stood much shorter than either Brenda or Freya, both of whom were 6 feet.

“Ladies,” Mayor Ortega said, greeting them both with a hug. “Thank you for coming.”

“It’s our pleasure, Mayor,” Freya told her. “Has the showing started yet?”

“Not yet, but in a few minutes,” the mayor said. “Please,” she motioned inside.

Brenda just gave her a smile and walked in.

“Is the young heiress not feeling well?” Mayor Ortega asked.

“She’s just moody,” Freya answered. “I had to cut into her fun time and remind her she has obligations. She’ll get over it.”

“Ah,” the mayor said. “To be young again.”

“You mean full of hormones and ennui?” Freya asked.

“Mostly the first one,” Mayor Ortega said. The two of them laughed and hugged and then Freya went inside.

*

Inside, the crowd were gathered among signs showing off an exhibit focusing on rare precious gems from around the world. Brenda moved among the crowd, drinking from a glass of champagne and Freya shadowed her, making small talk and greeting people she recognized.

“How long do we have to stay here?” Brenda asked.

“No patrolling tonight,” Freya whispered. “You can’t be Americana all the time. Brenda Wade needs to appear too.”

“We should make a team…” Brenda said. “Like those other girls.”

“Brenda…”

“Brenda! Freya!” A voice called out to them. They looked and saw a brunette woman waving to them before she came over. She was Anna Adkins, current CEO of Wade Enterprises.

“Good evening, Anna,” Freya said.

“Hi Anna,” Brenda said.

Anna looked at Brenda. “Ugh, I know...these events are kind of a drag, aren’t they? But we must be good public citizens…” she said. “I like to pass the time by getting the latest gossip.”

Brenda perked up at that and Freya noticed. “Don’t encourage her, Anna.”

Anna giggled and gently hit Freya’s arm. “Don’t be such a killjoy,” she teased. “I bet Brenda would rather be out with her friends or something, right?”

“Something like that,” Brenda said. Her mood had changed and she shot Freya a smug look while Freya glared at her.

“Well,” Anna said, hooking her arm in Freya’s. “Maybe I just need to loosen you up. This event does have an open bar after all. Come on, me, you, and Mayor Ortega are doing shots.”

Before Freya could protest, she was dragged off and Brenda just waved goodbye. She then looked around the exhibit and noticed two people among the wait staff who stood out. One was a tall, lanky guy with a mohawk and visible tattoos while the other was a woman of average height with dyed red hair.

Brenda watched them for a bit and noticed they were whispering among each other and seemingly avoiding the guests. They looked at the exhibits, locked in glass display cases, and the woman quickly typed a text message on her phone before putting it away. They then quickly head toward an exit.

Brenda turned and, without running, made her way to the bar as fast as possible. Freya was downing a shot of tequila with Anna, Mayor Ortega, and some people Brenda didn’t recognize. She pulled Freya away. “I need you to come with me.”

“What are you doing?” Freya asked, following her. “Is everything all right?”

Brenda explained what she saw and pointed out the two waitstaff, who seemed to be leaving in a hurry. Freya watched them too.

“Ah, yes, something is with them. Let’s follow.”

The two of them began following when someone grabbed Brenda’s arm. It was a short, older man in thick eyeglasses. He wore a wrinkled suit and had a cocktail with an umbrella in it.

“Ah, Ms. Brenda Wade, hello,” he said in a kindly tone.

“Uh...hi,” Brenda said, splitting her attention between this strange man and the two waitstaff.

“My name is Professor Johan Werder. I teach at Delta City University. I was wondering if you had a moment.”

Brenda sighed inwardly but leaned in to Freya. “Keep going.” She then turned to Professor Werder. “What can I do for you, professor?” she asked with a smile as Freya walked off.

“I have some proposals for business partnerships with your company,” he said explained, making Brenda realize she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

Freya continued following the pair, but just as they got down the hall to leave the building, someone grabbed Freya’s arm.

“There you are!” Anna said, already somewhat tipsy. “Come on, you have to catch up to us!”

“Crap…” Freya uttered as she was dragged off.

III

The two waitstaff walked out of a backdoor and into an alley where several parked vans waited for them. They tossed their aprons and the man ripped his shirt off, revealing a torso covered in tattoos. He banged on the back door of the van in front of the group and it opened.

A man with long, dark hair, wearing a leather vest without a shirt and ripped jeans and boots hopped out. He stretched his limbs and looked at the museum. The back of his vest had a patch that said “Renegades” on it.

“Ruby, Joyboy, what do we have in there?”

“Bunch of rich assholes and expensive gems in glass,” Ruby Rotten, the woman with the red hair said.

“What about security?”

“Just a few old guys,” Joyboy answered.

Razor, the gang’s leader smiled and whistled. The doors to the vans opened and more of his gang poured out. “Right. Let’s get started then.”

*

While Professor Werder went on about nothing in particular, Brenda nervously looked around the crowd. She froze when she saw Freya doing shots with Anna and Mayor Ortega.

“Anyway,” Professor Werder said. “The story of these gems is extremely fascinating, and I…”

“I’m sorry, professor…” Brenda said. “I need to excuse myself.” Without waiting, she just walked away and began approaching Freya and the others. Before she could say anything, Anna lunged at her and hugged her.

“There’s my girl!” Anna laughed. “Do a shot with us!”

“No, I…” Brenda started.

“You think that just because you own the most shares in Wade, you’re too good to drink with the little people?” Anna teased her. She then shoved a shot glass of vodka at Brenda, who reluctantly accepted. Brenda looked at Freya, who just shrugged, and Brenda sighed and drank it, wincing as it burned her throat.

“Brenda,” Mayor Ortega said, somewhat slightly tipsy. “We were all just talking and we want to know your thoughts on superheroes?”

“Uh…” Brenda froze, looking at Freya.

“I think they’re hot,” Anna said. “Those bodies in those skimpy outfit, God…” she moaned, biting her lip.

“I personally think they should be held accountable,” Mayor Ortega said. “Yes, they’re our best defense against things like monsters, but who keeps them in check? And why do they try to avoid the press? What are they hiding?”

“Maybe some heroes want to protect the people in the lives…” Brenda said. She winced when Freya elbowed her and warned her to watch what she said.

“Have you heard about this one in the American flag bikini?” Anna asked. “She’s been running around beating up muggers for like 3 years now and people rarely see her.”

“This is exactly what I mean,” Mayor Ortega said. “Do we even know her name?”

“I think I heard someone call her Flag Girl,” Anna said.

“That isn’t it,” Brenda chimed in before Freya stopped her. She grabbed Brenda’s arm.

“Careful, Brenda. Look, I’ll distract them. Go find those two…”

Before Freya could finish the sentence, gunshots went off and people screamed. The Renegades marched into the room, led by Razor as he fired an automatic weapon into the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Good evening!” Razor said as his gang spread out and began corralling the crowd. “My name is Razor and these are my friends. We’ll be your hostage takers and armed robbers this evening.”

Ruby hit a guard with the butt of her gun when he tried to stop her and she pointed her gun at him.

Brenda, Freya, Anna, and Mayor Ortega put their hands up when gang members approached them with guns raised. Joyboy looked at the Mayor.

“Hey...aren’t you that lady from TV?”

Tessa glared at him. “I’m the mayor of the city, you idiot.”

“That’s it!” Joyboy said. “Hey boss!”

After a few minutes, Razor walked over and laughed. “Ooooh, this is good. Her highness herself is here tonight! How do you do, mayor?”

“What do you animals want?” She asked defiantly.

“Why to line our pockets of course!” Razor told her. “I have mouths to feed, as you can see, and that gets expensive.”

All around them, members of the Renegades took purses and wallets, and made people turn over their cell phones. Others smashed display cases to take the gems stored inside.

Freya leaned in close to Brenda. “How many did you count?” She whispered.

“20, including these two,” Brenda said, nodding to Razor and Joyboy.

“Good girl. I got the same,” Freya said.

“Now, now ladies,” Razor said, pointing his gun at them. “Whispering is rude. It looks like you two need to be punished, along with madam mayor for her rudeness.” He looked around the crowd. “Sticks! Where you at?!”

A few moments later, another gang member, a chubby guy with a bandana on his head, came over. “Yeah boss?”

“You, Joyboy, and a few others take these fine ladies here and show them a good time,” Razor said.

“No!” Mayor Ortega protested. Sticks grabbed her arm to take her away, and Sticks and two others pointed their guns at Anna, Brenda and Freya and escorted them away. Freya and Brenda stayed close. Brenda clutched her large purse close and Freya glanced at it before she and Brenda looked at each other and nodded.

*

Freya, Brenda, and Anna looked on in horror as Joyboy, Sticks, and the other two gang members stood around with their pants down and Mayor Ortega in between them on her knees with her hands tied. She had Sticks’ cock deep down her throat and was bobbing her head up and down on his shaft while the others laughed and mocked the humiliated mayor. She pulled back and spit, and one of them slapped her hard across the face before forcing his own cock down her mouth.

The other three women were similarly tied up and Brenda glanced over at her purse, which the gang members tossed aside without so much as a thought.

“What are we going to do?” a panicked Anna asked.

“We need to help the mayor somehow,” Brenda answered, sliding her legs so she was sitting on her butt. Just then, Joyboy looked over at them and lowered his gun as he approached. His cock, still stiff, hung between his skinny legs as he looked the other three over. He looked at Anna.

“Too old.”

He then looked at Freya.

“Too frigid looking.”

He set his gaze on Brenda. “You’ll do,” he said, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her over.

“Let me go!” Brenda protested, kicking her legs. Joyboy tossed her to the floor and then mounted her back before she could get up. He grabbed her impressive 38Gs and tore her dress, letting them spill out. Brenda screamed as the scrawny gang member fondled her tits against her will while the others just watched. Mayor Ortega still had a cock down her throat and Joyboy grabbed Brenda’s dark hair and pulled her up to her knees. She glared at him in defiance as he fondled her body while tearing more of her dress away until she basically only had on her panties and heels.

“Let me go!” she demanded again, only to have her face shoved into the floor for her trouble. Joyboy then stroked his stiff cock before slapping it against the plump meat of Brenda’s ass. He pulled her panties aside and reveled in her groaning as he slid himself home.

Freya growled at the display and looked at Brenda’s purse, waiting for all the gang members to be distracted.

Joyboy began fucking Brenda in her ass, taking long, slow strokes. He yanked on her hair and forced her to kiss him while squeezing one of her tits. The others forced Tessa to watched. Anna looked away, crying.

Brenda gritted her teeth, feeling the cock ram in and out of her asshole while Joyboy’s tongue moved in and out of her mouth. He then pulled his head back and moved it down to begin sucking on her tit, and she growled while pulling at the ropes binding her wrists. She could feel them giving, slowly coming apart as she applied a bit more of her strength. Her focus faltered and she gasped when Joyboy bit her nipple and kept sucking on the flesh of her tit. At the same time, he was still fucking her in the ass, and she could feel the pleasure building.

One of the other gang members pulled his cock out of Tessa’s mouth and pushed the humiliated mayor away. She spit a glob of cum on the floor and glared at the men who assaulted her.

“I’m gonna make sure all your asses go to prison!” she promised. Sticks slapped her hard for her trouble and she fell to the ground, trembling from the sting of the blow.

Brenda clenched her teeth while her asshole was getting stretched. She watched Tessa laying there, whimpering while the gang members laughed. She yelped when Joyboy slapped her ass hard before squeezing her hips and leaning in close.

“Gonna have you begging me like a little bitch,” he teased while pinching her stiff nipple. Brenda took deep breaths, glaring at him while feeling the ropes around her wrist slowly loosening.

All of the others watched Joyboy and began stroking themselves and Freya used the distraction to get up and run toward the door.

“Hey!” Sticks yelled, running after her. Freya grunted when he grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. He kick her in her ribs and Freya groaned at the pain, but that was all the distraction Brenda needed.

With a surge of effort and a flex of her arms, Brenda managed to break the ropes. She caught Joyboy with a hard elbow that toppled him. One of the others went for his gun, but Brenda surged forward and tackled him into the wall, knocking him out cold. She then grabbed his gun and threw it, hitting the other gang member and knocking him out. Sticks left Freya alone and went to attack Brenda, but Freya jumped up and onto his back. She wrapped her bound wrists around his neck and he spun, trying to shake her off, but Freya managed to plant her feet and slam his head into a nearby wall, putting him down.

Anna and Tessa watched in astonishment and were a mess of confused questions as Freya freed them.

“We need to get you two out of here,” Freya said to them. “We need to contact the police and tell them what happened.” Within moments, she had them both freed and ushered them to the door. She then looked at Brenda and nodded. Brenda ran to her purse and opened it, pulling aside the hidden lining to reveal her Star-Spangled costume.

*

Moments later, Brenda fixed the mask to her face and Americana stood tall, her curves barely contained by the bikini she called her costume. A smile crossed her luscious lips and she flexed her fingers inside her gloves. She then turned around when the door opened, initially thinking Freya had come back.

Instead, it was four armed members of the Renegades, confused when they saw their downed comrades and stunned when they saw the 6 foot brunette in a skimpy superhero costume looking back at them. They let out a panicked scream when Americana charged them.

IV

People in the ground winced when a member of the Renegades smashed another display to loot it. Ruby Rotten strutted around with a jade necklace gracing her impressive cleavage and taunted the hostages.

“Young lady, you must be careful with that!” Professor Werder said. “It’s an invaluable-” he was cut off when she punched him in the stomach and made him double over. Other hostages came to his aid, shielding the professor from any further attack.

“Shut it, pops, or you’ll get another one!” Ruby threatened.

“Ruby!” Razor called out.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Are the four I sent to get Joyboy and his crew back?” Razor asked. When Ruby confirmed they weren’t, the gang leader growled. “Probably all getting their dicks wet. Go get them!”

“You got it, boss,” Ruby said. She looked at Professor Werder one last time, then grabbed her gun and walked off.

Ruby followed the same path and eventually found the storage room. “Hey, jackasses, the boss wants you all back babysitting the hostages. So put your dicks away and…” she entered the room and found all eight men tied up and knocked out. “Shit!”

She then saw movement and Americana lunged at her from the side, kicking the barrel of her gun and knocking it out of her hands. Ruby reacted fast enough to avoid getting punched and jumped back to make some space.

Americana took a fighting stance and smirked.

“Oooh, this just got interesting,” Ruby grinned. She drew a knife strapped to her bare thigh and beckoned the busty heroine.

“It’ll be less painful if you surrender,” Americana urged.

“Not a chance, you dumb cow!” Ruby said, running at her and stabbing. Americana dodged and blocked, and eventually grabbed Ruby’s arm and jabbed her in the face. She wrenched the knife free and Ruby staggered back, holding her jaw.

Americana grabbed the necklace and pulled, kneeing Ruby in the face. When Ruby fell back, she grabbed her and flipped her over her shoulder.

“Ugh!” Ruby groaned. Before she could recover, she felt the busty heroine pin her down, and quickly grab her wrists from behind. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” Ruby protested as she felt rope tying around her wrists. She then felt more of it around her ankles before Americana used another length of rope to connect the bonds around her ankles to the bonds around her wrists. Ruby screamed and squirmed, hogtied and face down. “Let me up, you cunt!” She rolled her, her chest heaving in anger as she tried to wiggle free.

Americana put her hands on her shapely hips and admired her work. “That should hold you. The police will be here soon. Don’t go anywhere,” she winked before leaving.

“Bitch!” Ruby yelled, still trying to get free.

*

“What the hell is happening…?” Razor asked, wondering why none of his people were back yet. Most of the exhibits had already been looted, with only a few left to go. He started to go look for Ruby, Joyboy, and the others on his own when he heard police sirens outside. At the same time, a helicopter flew over the building, shining its light through the skylight.

The skylight then shattered as police SWAT on fast-descent ropes came down.

“Fuck!” Razor said, opening fire on them. The rest of the Renegades did the same and the hostages screamed while using the chaos to flee.

As the room cleared of civilians and the heavily armored SWAT landed, the Renegades were outgunned. A few went down shooting, most surrendered when they realized the odds were against them as more cops flooded in.

Razor cut his losses, grabbing a bag of loot and running out with the last of the hostages. He made a mad dash for the service entrance where the vans were parked and as he rounded the corner, he saw a busty woman in red, white and blue, blocking his path. But instead of pausing, the gang leader surged ahead.

“Move, bitch!” He shouted before dropping a shoulder. He saw the look of surprise on her face and smirked as he trucked into her, putting her through the door and into the alley.

Americana grunted and tumbled across the alley floor. She took a moment to collect herself as she heard a van start and speed off.

“Oh no you don’t!” the heroine said, taking off after it on foot. Razor turned onto the street and Americana followed, her inhuman speed allowing her to keep up. She made a powerful leap and grabbed the back of the van before pulling up onto the roof as it sped down the street. She climbed ahead and to the passenger side. Americana then clung to the side and kicked through the passenger window, catching Razor by surprise and kicking him out of the van. Americana quickly got in the driver’s seat and slammed the breaks to keep the van from crashing, then put it in park, turned it off, and got out.

The moment she climbed out, a hard fist caught her across the jaw, staggering her. She then felt Razor grab her by her hair and slam her head into the window, shattering it. She went down and Razor picked her up, hoisting her over his head and throwing her into the nearby building.

“So,” Razor said “You’re the star-spangled cunt, huh?” he smirked. “I always wanted to take on one of you super-twats.”

Americana pushed herself up. Her vision swam, but she managed to stand on her own. Razor then tackled her into the side of the building and put his forearm across her neck. He grinned and slid his fingers down her bottoms, pushing two into her pussy. She was somewhat weakened from the punch and being thrown around, making fighting him off harder than it should have been, and Razor seemed to sense that weakness.

“I think I’ll take you to my hideout and have my fun with you after I beat the shit out of you,” he threatened. He licked his lips while moving his fingers around inside of her. She tried pushing him away, tried punching him, but he proved surprisingly tough and resisted her.

She kicked her legs, trying to get him off of her, but moaned as he continued finger fucking her. Her nipples were hard inside her bikini top despite herself, and Americana bit her lip, not wanting to give in to the satisfaction she was feeling. Razor looked her in the and grinned before fingering her harder.

“AH!” She cried out.

Razor pushed his finger in up to the knuckles, thumbing the erect clit and making the heroine squeal. “I think she likes it!” With his arm still across her neck, he palmed her tit. “There’s more of that ahead, sweet-meat. You’re coming with me.”

Americana winced when Razor licked her face and then kissed her, but then she saw her opening. When he pulled back, she slammed her head into his with all her might. She hit him two more times and staggered him. She then lunged forward and sent him flying with a punch. 

Razor tumbled back across the ground and Americana leapt through the air and brought her elbow down on his chest. Razor gagged as she pinned him down, straddling his waist. Her tits were mere inches from his face, but the pain radiating through his chest was so much he could barely focus.

“I give up…” he wheezed.

Americana simply smirked at him as police cars pulled up and officers surrounded the two of them. At the same time, a pair of news vans skidded to a stop and reporters rushed to the scene. Americana got off of Razor and stepped away as the cops hauled him to his feet and put him in handcuffs.

The reporters swarmed the heroine, shoving mircophones in her face as cameras rolled. There was one reporter right in front of the heroine. A tall, busty blonde who looked to be around the same age as Brenda.

“Tanya O’Donnel, INN,” she introduced herself. “You’ve just stopped the gang that was robbing the museum and captured their leader. Who is Delta City’s newest superhero?” she asked before holding the microphone out.

She took a step back, looking at the collective reporters for a second before she composed herself and smiled.

“Call me Americana.”

V

“Quite the public debut,” Freya said. It was the next morning and she watched the TV in Brenda’s personal gym. Brenda was laid out on the mat, with Coach Kay straddling her waist and pinning her down.

“No more hiding in the shadows for you, girlie,” Coach Kay said with a grin.

“Indeed,” Freya said. “Mayor Ortega is personally seeing to it that the Renegades do as much time as possible. She’s been singing your praises all over the news networks. You realize this means every scumbag and villain in the city knows who you are now, right?”

“Bring it on,” Brenda said confidently.

“Ha! That’s my girl!” Coach Kay said. She then stood up. “Now, time to toughen you up.”

Before Brenda could get up, Coach Kay grabbed her and rolled her over. She then straddled Brenda’s back and locked her hands under Brenda’s chin and pulled up, putting her in a camel clutch hold.

“Ahh!” Brenda moaned in agony.

“We don’t leave until you escape this,” Coach Kay taunted.

Brenda pulled at the older woman’s arms, trying to free herself. She reached out for help from Freya, who quietly excused herself from the gym.

Coach Kay grinned. “That ass belongs to me, Ms. Superhero!”

Brenda whined as she continued struggling to escape the ironclad hold.

Epilogue

A few days later, Brenda and Freya sat on the patio of a small cafe. It was mid morning and they were enjoying some coffee and conversation when someone approached their table.

“Ah, Professor Werder,” Freya smiled. “Hello.”

“Good morning, ladies,” the professor smiled. “May I join you?”

“Sure,” Brenda said, watching him take a seat.

Professor Werder had a smile on his face and leaned in to whisper. “I know you’re Americana, Ms. Brenda.”

Brenda nearly choked on her coffee and Freya looked at him in surprise.

“I...I…” Brenda stammered.

Professor Werder held his hand up. “I mean no ill intent,” he said. “I was able to piece if together fairly easily, given the footage and what happened at the museum.”

Brenda and Freya looked at each other. “Is there something you want, professor?” Freya asked.

“To help you,” he answered. “You are strong, but I believe I can make you a more effective crime fighter. This city needs a champion and I want to make sure that champion has everything she needs.

Brenda breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the professor. “I’m listening.”

The End