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Subject: "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" Part Eight (Adult Content Warning) |
"Yo-ho, Mike." Doctor Michael Crane put his chain guns on autofire to answer the incoming call, "Go ahead." "I'm getting some online chatter that something leaving Lair Mansion at super speed is heading in your direction," Bandwidth Buccaneer patched into the State Police Comunications Center for confirmation, "Yup: cops are reporting two figures running the westbound Highway 666 frontage road. Let's see if I can get a visual confirmation through the traffic cameras...." "No need: sounds like Epitome and his mutt. Thanks for the heads up." Wrecking Crane raised one of his chassis' telescoping legs and slammed it down on an abandoned jeep, flattening it. Then he opened communications with his fellow Demolition Gang members, "OK, we've got incoming. BB's report makes me think its Mr. Epitome and Glory." "What's their ETA?" Prybar asked as he used his enchanted crowbar to pop the turret on another tank, then walking away so Shaped Charge could drop a grenade inside. "I'd say imminent." Springsaw heard the explosion through his comm set mounted in his auditory canal. He made some noise of his own by extending a blade mounted waldo from his right shoulder and carving a hole in another bunker, "Epitome, huh? Dibs on his eyes." There was an implosion of onrushing air as Glory crashed into the cyborg. The impact sent Springsaw tumbling through the hole he had made. Before he could recover the Dog Dynamo pounced, seizing his arm in her powerful jaws and flinging him into a stack of pallets carrying MREs. "All of Mister Epitome's parts are spoken for," Glory assured her foe in her unique language of growls and body movements. A ragged cheer from the military personnel in the bunker was quickly drowned out by the sound of Springsaw's unfolding weapons. He lunged at Glory, attempting to connect with one of the three sets of saws he had extended. The Mutt of Might scurried clear and attempted to weave her way through the maze of supplies in order to double back and outflank the villain. Then she sniffed the distinctive smell of cordite and felt the fist sized glob of Shaped Charge's explosive skin hit her back. Glory tried to turn and take hold of the ball in her mouth in order to throw it clear of the nearby soldiers, but was too slow. There was enough force in the blast to knock through twelve inches of reinforced concrete and out onto the base's main concourse. Springsaw followed Glory's trajectory and attacked once she had stopped moving. His rotarized blades tore away at her fur and skin, drawing blood. "Every dog has its day," he sneered. Epitome knew his partner's situation, but could not stop it. The primary objective was to protect the soldiers, and far more of them were being threatened by the other members of the Gang. He ran a zig-zag pattern to avoid the high-velocity rail guns of Wrecking Crane, then bullrushed Prybar. Epitome's first six punches were to the man's ribs and kidneys, then he snapped his head back with an uppercut. "You're fucking dead!" Prybar screamed as he swung his namesake at the Legionnaire. The Exemplary Man ducked and then performed a sweep kick to knock his enemy to the ground. Prybar countered by striking the ground with his weapon, opening a crevice in the earth that both fell in. He then headbutted Epitome and forced him onto his back. Ramming his crowbar into Dominic's throat the leader of the Demolition Gang tried to crush his windpipe. Prybar had the advantage of strength and leverage, so Epitome chose to use guile. He used his tongue to push free a tooth already loosened in the brawl and then spit it into Prybar's eye with the force and accuracy of a sniper rifle. The bigger man howled and reared back, allowing the Star Spangled Splendor to reverse the hold. "Who's dead, cocksucker?!" he demanded, flecks of bloody spittle coating Prybar's flushed face. Wrecking Crane telescoped his legs to full extension and stalked over to the ravine, each one of his steps causing the ground to shake. The giant straddled the crevasse and compacted his lower limbs to get closer to the struggle. Activating his arm mounted laser torch, Wrecking Crane scoured a long burn across the Man of Might's torso, "Get off him!" Epitome complied, executing a backflip that took him up two hundred feet and onto the armored chassis where Crane rested. The hero started to rip away at the plates of osmium steel that protected the engineer from harm. Prybar flung his crowbar into the Man of Might, hitting him and knocking him to the ground. As the implement spun back into its owner's gloved hands Wrecking Crane again extended his legs so the coils that powered them were at maximum torque. When he raised his foot to flatten Epitome, however, the hero caught the attack and held it. With a snarl Prybar stepped up and swung, but Epitome blocked the strike with Crane's leg. Several segments of the limb shattered, and Crane reeled it in, adjusting his stance so all of his weight was on the undamaged leg. Epitome used his speed to hammer Prybar with an array of punches and kicks. Crane launched a grappling line down into the scrum. The cable wound around the Paragon of Power's forearm, the heavy hook puncturing his skin. His arm's servomotors whined in protest as he tried to uproot the hero. Prybar drove his weapon into the back of Epitome's knee, knocking him down. His victim no longer braced, it was simple for Wrecking Crane to snap the line and send Mister Epitome flying a half mile. He crashed onto one of Fort Hama's helipads. Repeating the maneuver, Crane next cast smashed the Legionnaire into the mess hall. "Oh, I'm never going to get tired of this!" he exalted as he flung Epitome into a higher parabola. "Kill it! Kill it!" Shaped Charge shrieked at Springsaw, as Glory had recovered and was harrying the pair. "Hey, anytime you want to pitch in and help!" the cyborg yelled back. The coral skinned woman gestured at the one article of clothing she wore; the belt that carried her disc shaped timers, "She's too close for me to use the detonators!" Glory leapt at Shaped Charge, causing the woman to instinctively alter her molecular structure to its most aqueous. The plan protected her from the Hound of Heroism's attack, but it let Glory snatch up her girdle and run off with it. She might not have defeated the villains, Glory rationalized, but she had at least managed to disable her ability to cause harm. Now she could spend some effort to aid her friend. The Canine Champion tracked Mister Epitome's arc and met him at his landing. She clamped down on the cable and bit through it. "Good girl," Dominic groaned, reaching out to stroke Glory's red streaked fur, "Take out Crane." The Border collie, still holding the line, zoomed towards the towering villain. She wrapped the coil around his legs several times before he could cut it from the spool housed in his armor. Wrecking Crane pulled free, but lost enough his balance so it was simple to knock him over with a well aimed tank thrown by Mr. Epitome. Springsaw used his own augmented speed to bear down on Epitome, unfolding his entire complement of blades to eviscerate him. The Man of Might leveled him with a punch that shattered his goalie mask. Once Wrecking Crane toppled Glory pounced. She ripped the plating clear and poked her muzzle into Crane's cockpit, growling ferally. If the villian had hands he would have raised them in defeat, "Please," he begged, "don't kill me!" Glory heard the rapidly approaching footfalls of Prybar, and rounded to face him, but the leader of the Demolition Gang was snatched mid-charge by Dominic. The Star Spangled Splendor rammed Prybar through a half dozen walls before he found his true target: Shaped Charge. The explosives expert was in her more viscous state when Epitome slammed her teammate into her. She glommed onto Prybar, and before the pair could seperate the Exemplary Man jammed one of the three-second timers in her flesh, activated it, and hurled them both a quarter mile straight up. Even so the resultstant explosion was powerful enough to shatter windows all throughout the base. Prybar, charred and unconscious, was recovered by a Coast Guard rescue team several miles offshore. If anything was left of Shaped Charge, no one found it. Master Sergeant William Allen accepted the casualty report from the non-com who had been running pell mell from barracks to barracks in an attempt to coordinate a regrouping of the available troops. No one knew if this attack was just the first, and the base commander wanted the base to be combat ready in case more salvoes were coming. "Could have been worse," he said as he checked the rolls of dead and wounded. "Yes, sir. Sir, have you everseen anything like that?" The man who had nearly all of his adult life in service to his country nodded, "The Technopolis War. Hard for conventional forces to stand up to paranormal ones," he made some annotations to the sheet and returned it to the soldier, "I supose we'll all be seeing that kind of combat soon, with the Parody Master making his play." "Yes, sir," he didn't look too thrilled at the prospect, "It was good that Mr. Epitome and Glory were here to support us." "I think you mean 'saved,' corporal. Epitome came and saved our asses, and Thank God for that," Bill Allen noted, chastening one listener but making a pair of interested eavesdroppers quite happy. "No! No no no!!" Hole Man screeched as the piezo-crystal screen he used to monitor events on the surface world showed the Demolition Gang's failure. He hurled his obsidian goblet into the wall, sending several of his blind mute servants cowering, "This is the second time I have been denied!! This must not happen again! I must have the stone.... before it hatches!" Katarina Allen shuddered and gave a indelicate, albeit contended, grunt. Then she eased her body back so that it rested atop her lover. "Good?" Dominic Clancy checked, voice husky from the rigors of their coupling. "Sooo good," Kat could feel the heavy and rapid thrum of Dominic's heart, beating with the vigor that could power a city, "Sounds like I wore you out." Dom sighed and stroked her tousled hair, "You did. I wasn't expecting this." "Better than filling out a mission report, wasn't it?" Katarina crooked her neck so as to look into his blue-grey eyes. "Writing a thorough assignment summary gives one a different kind of pleasure," Mister Epitome joked. "You and I have a very different view of fun." "I realized that when we spent last Saturday looking for furniture at yard sales." Katarina smiled and rubbed her hands the length of Dominic's sides, "We were antiquing; get your facts straight." "I'll never admit to such a thing," he wrapped his thick arms around the young woman. "Tough talk." The Exemplary Man did not reply. He held her for several moments, motionless, pressing her small frame against him. His fingers, rough and cracked as old cinderblock,reached up to knead Kat's breasts, tracing the aeroles until they were made hard. "Dom," she murmured, ready to remind the hero of the goals of the day. She would be cut off when Dominic caught her throat and tilted her head upward. He hungrily put his mouth over hers. The big man released his remaining grip on her chest and brought the hand downward, through the thatch of blonde curls that grew above the place Dominic sought between her thighs. Kat, her mouth otherwise occupied, made a moan that was meant as a sign of encouragement, a cue that was stengthened by her spreading her legs to better accomodate Dominic's caress. A year ago neither participant entwined on the bed would have acted so. Both would have worried about the boundaries crossed, the commitments implied, with such intimacy. But Dominic Clancy and Katarina Allen had faced incredible peril in that time, since their chance meeting on an alien world filled with gods and monsters. They came together again when the governments of Earth conspired to destroy them, at the command of an even graver enemy who wished to grind all of the Parodyverse under his heel. The two had crossed the Rubicon, and their journeys only strengthen them, burnishing their passion into brillaint, all-consuming love. Nothing could stop it now. To Be Concluded |
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