Revenge of the Pred

   Issue 007 - Who's Been Watching?

   Two nights later...

   The Pred walked around the Chief's secret office in the darker
part of town, the part filled with abandoned buildings and
eyesores for blocks and blocks.  However, the inside of his
handler's office looked nothing like the delapidated building
that it did on the outside.  "Nice set up here, boss." The Pred
smiled, looking at the video and tracking equipment that filled
the large room in the basement of the building.  "Whoever is
funding this mission of ours must have some pretty deep pockets."
He smirked and sat down across the desk from the chief.  "Not
that it matters that much to me." He put his feet on the desk,
leaning back in the chair.  "Long as I get to hunt and have my
fun."

   The chief smiled, looking at an open folder on his desk. 
"Which is why you were chosen for this assignment." He smirked,
flipping through the folder, studying it's contents.  "That, and
your history with a certain heroine." He watched as the Pred's
expression changed.  "Which is why we're waiting on taking care
of Rainbow Woman, who you really want to get your hands on." He
tossed the folder to the Pred.  "But first, we need to take care
of some 'housekeeping' in my department."

   The Pred looked at the folder and nodded.  "So, it's time
Officer Bailey saw the error of her ways, huh." He looked at the
photo of the officer who had been funneling information to the
city's heroines, young and old.

   The Chief noted the lack of the almost giddy response that the
Pred had had in his eyes when told of his previous targets. 
"She's no teenage girl, my friend, but you can have some fun with
her." He laughed, standing and walking over to the surveillance
equipment.  "And, she only needs to be eliminated.  Seems the
girl she was using to tip off the heroines knows as much if not
more than she does.  Should still be a nice piece to add to your
collection, so to speak.  Apparently, she was one of them before
she joined the force.  " He looked at the alarm going off on the
map on the wall.  "Interesting, there seems to be a proximity
alert in the building next door." The chief walked behind the
desk and took out a revolver. "Take care of it for me on your way
back to your place please.  Probably just a homeless but we can't
have even them snooping around.  Heroines are bleeding hearts."

   The Pred stood up and caught the revolver as he tossed it. 
"Sure thing, boss.  Let me know when you want me to take care of
your deparmental problem for you." He smirked and walked out the
door.  He was quick to get up to ground level and was able to see
a petite figure moving past a window on the second floor of the
building directly across.  "Hmmm." He thought to himself that
this might turn out to be a little fun.  He quickly got across
the street without being seen and entered the abandoned building
easily.

   Meanwhile, three floors up, cause of the alarm, the
mysterious, petite hooded figure slowly sank down beside the
window that pointed towards the building the Pred had just left.
She quickly covered her feminine face, just in case she were
discovered and needed to make a quick get away.  She sat there
for a moment, thinking about what she planned to do, knowing
there would be reprecussions, if not only from the police, but
from the heroines of the city, as well.  She was, after all,
known by those circles as Annie Assassin, one of the city's best
killers despite being only 13 years old.  The gang she worked for
the most had hired her for this hit on the police chief.  What
she couldn't figure out is why he was in this part of town.  She
reached behind her head and put her bushy brown hair into a
ponytail, needing to keep it out of her eyes when the time came
to take the shot.  "You can do this..." She told herself as she
turned, picking up her rifle and aiming it across the street.

   The Pred looked into the room and could see the petite figure
leaning against the window sill, looking out towards the other
building, dressed in tight black pants and a black tank top.  He
could see her ponytail hanging out of the back of her mask and he
smiled.  He pulled out his cell phone, watching as the girl's
hips rocked up and down, the black fabric tight against her young
ass.  "Stay in the building...this just got a lot more
interesting...will bring target over shortly..." He slowly
stepped into the room and crept across the empty floor.

   Annie Assassin studied the door to the building thoroughly,
waiting for the chief and the other man to exit.  She wondered
what they could be doing over there, knowing from her studying of
the police files that most nights he was already at his suburban
home by now.  She could have killed him there, but she didn't
want his teenage daughter to find him.  While she was an admitted
and unapologetic killer, she had her own sense of morality, which
was more than she could say for whoever was raping and killing
the city's heroines.  "Sick bastard." Her words were quiet and to
herself, but she didn't know they would be heard by the same
person she was referring to. In fact, it was only in the next
second that she discovered she had been found - a fatal second
too late.  "Oh no." She muttered to herself as she felt the
barrel of a gun press against the bare back of her young neck.
Her hands shook on the handle of her rifle as the gun held to her
kept her attention forward.

   The Pred smiled as he looked down the slender back of the
young assassin in front of him.  "You may as well lower your
weapon, girl, the chief is not coming out.  He knows you're over
here." He chuckled quietly, looking down to see her tank top had
riden up, exposing a thin strip of her slightly tanned lower
back.  "In fact, you would be well-advised to hand that weapon
over right now before my finger gets itchy." He laughed as the
young assassin laid her head on the window sill then handed the
rifle behind her.  "Good, now stand up and cross your wrists
behind your back." She hesitated for a moment, causing the Pred
to grab the waistband of her pants and jerk her back.  The fabric
dropped slightly, exposing the dark blue fabric of her thong as
well as the top of her asscrack, a sight he enjoyed to say the
least.

   When she felt the Pred's knuckles inside the waistband of her
pants, Annie reacted with a yelping protest.  "Hey, watch your
hands." She wanted to glare of her shoulder at him, but the Pred
kept the pistol at her head, her sense keeping her head still. 
"So, what, you're going to arrest me." Though she was concerned,
albeit even a little scared, her tone still made her sound very
cocky.

   The Pred laughed at the young assassin's confidence, knowing
she had no idea what was really going on.  He turned the butt of
her rifle up and smirked.  "No exactly, kiddo..." He smiled as he
swung the butt of the rifle and connected with the back of her
head.  The blow was so quick and precise that Annie made no sound
as she crumbled to the dirty wooden floor. The Pred knelt down
over her prone body, rolling her onto her back.  Her tanktop had
slipped up, exposing her flat, toned midsection, her naval only a
slight slit.  Though her tank top was loose, her breasts - a pair
of perky large A-cups, were completely covered.  He pulled her
into the seated position, her tank top sliding back down and the
tops of her breasts came into view.  He grabbed the material on
the top of her head with a smile. "Let's see if this mask is
necessary." That said, he pulled the mask off the young contract
killer, exposing her young face.  "Nice, young and cute." Her
eyes were closed in unconsciousness, her mouth drooped open
exposing her braces.  He took a picture of the unmasked assassin
and sent it to the chief.  He rolled her back onto her stomach
and reached back to get his handcuffs.  He looked down and
suddenly felt his erection grow at the site of the assassin's
hips and ass.

   Again, he slid his hand into the back of the waistband of her
pants, deciding to just go ahead and have some fun while she was
unable to fight back.  He had exposed the top half of her thong
before his phone jingle interupted his thoughts.  It was a text
from the Chief.  "Better plan. Sedate her.  We'll take her to
your facility.  That's the Tigers' favorite assassin.  Annie
Assassin.  I have a way we can use her now and in the future."
The Pred sighed and did as he was instructed, cuffing her wrists
together behidn her back and carrying her over his shoulder from
the building.

   Later that night...

   Annie Assassin slowly started to stir, her eyes blinking open
as she could feel the effects of the sedative she was drugged
with wearing off. She was still, however, not completely herself.
 The first thing she noticed was that her mask had to be gone as
she had to shake her hair out of her face.  She tried to move her
arms, only to find that her hands were bound behind her back, the
feeling of metal on her wrists telling her she was handcuffed. 
Her hair cleared of her face, she looked up and saw the large man
standing over her.  Though she knew she was in trouble, she had
no intention of letting this asshole know it.  "You'd better let
me go, dude." She was able to roll over into a seated position
and cut a hateful stare up at the man.  "My employers...I
mean...friends will be looking for me and I can be easy to find
when I have to be." As the man stepped towards her, Annie scooted
back against the wall.

   The Pred smiled, standing over her and looking down at her,
catching a glimpse of her young cleavage as the Chief looked on,
almost chuckling. "Pred, my friend, bring her over here.  It's
time young Annie learned how dire her situation really is." The
Chief laughed as he watched the Pred step even closer to the
cowering assassin.

   The Pred smirked as he heard his handler's request.  "Sure
thing, Chief." The Pred laughed a little as he saw the look of
shock in Annie's eyes as she realized who the other man was
talking.  The young assassin muttered something but was ignored
as the Pred grabbed a handful of her bushy hair.  "On your feet,
kid, the boss wants a word with you." The Pred enjoyed the
feeling as she squirmed a little as he pulled her to her feet,
her slim body rubbing against him.  "Probably wants to know why
you were trying to kill him."

   Annie slowly stopped her struggling, the pain from being led
across the room by her hair angering her.  "Fuck you, bastard,
I'm not a kid." She wanted to fight him off, but her hands were
behind her and he was also quite a bit bigger than she was.  She
knew, though, with the tracker on her pants pocket, the Tigers
would be able to find her.  "I'm only 13, but I have killed more
men than you'll ever know about." Her anger grew as she was led
to the desk, sitting behind it was her target - the city's chief
of police.  "When my friends get here, I'll make sure I am the
one that gets to kill you." She spat at the chief, barely missing
him as he smiled at her still.

   The Chief laughed at the young girl, held still by the Pred
who had one hand on her hair, the other on the back of her tank
top, causing it to ride up slowly.  "Oh, I feel you're in for a
big surprise, little Annie." He smirked, turning on the
television behind him.

   Annie watched the screen, which played a recorded video
conference from earlier that night between the Chief and one of
the leaders of the Tigers. She listened as the Chief told the
gang leader that he knew they sent Annie to kill him and that she
had failed.  "Oh no." She muttered as she saw the Pred move
behind the Chief, holding her unconscious body for the gang
leader to see.  However, the Chief told the leader that they had
a common enemy in the city's heroines and that, if they agreed to
offer whatever help he asked for, the police would not pay much
attention to his gang. "He wouldn't ever agree to that..." She
muttered quietly to herself.

   Annie's heart almost stopped when the chief said that all it
would cost them would be Annie.  When she heard the word "Deal"
come from the gang leader, for the first time, she felt her body
fill with fear.  However, it was the next thing she heard that
broke her heart, as well as terrified her. "In fact, whatever you
do to her, record it." Her mouth dropped open in shock as the
gang leader's eyes practically lit up as he spoke.  "And send it
to me.  I would love to see that cocky little bitch get brought
down a peg or two."

   Annie hung her head as she heard the gang leader laugh as the
Chief told him that he and the Pred were the ones hunting down
the city's heroines and that she would fit into those same plans.
 As the video ended, she closed her eyes.  "This can't be
happening..." She yelped out as the Pred grabbed her hair and
jerked her head back.  She looked at the Chief, tears forming in
her eyes as she looked into his eyes, which were looking up and
down her body.  "You can't do this to me..." She sighed quietly
as the Pred released her hair, but she was still caught between
him and the desk.  He motioned for the Pred to uncuff her and he
did.

   The Chief laughed at the young girl, who looked around the
room as though she had a thought of escaping.  "See, that's where
you're wrong, my deadly young friend." He smirked and walked
around the desk, the Pred pulling her back so his mentor could
get close to her.  He took her by the chin and made her look up
at him.  "I am one target you probably should have passed up." He
let go of her chin and the young girl looked away, scowling.  He
walked to the door then turned and looked at the Pred, who held
the young girl in place.  "Check her for other weapons." He
watched as the young girl gulped, a sure sign that there were
things to find.  "After that, is totally up to you, my friend.  I
am sure she knows how much pain you could cause her for
resisting." He laughed and left the room.

   The Pred pushed Annie a couple feet from him, making sure she
kept her back turn to him.  "Put your hands on your head and
don't move an inch." Annie's hands slowly moved to her head as
the Pred stepped forward and knelt down behind her.  He took off
her shoes, leaving her barefoot.  He started her patdown at her
calf and moved up to her knee then right at her left thigh before
stopping.  "Well, what have we here?" He laughed as she tried to
spin around but he stopped her.  "No no, I'll see for myself."
The villain grabbed the waistband of her pants and jerked them
down to her knees, finally getting to see her thong-clad ass.

   Annie screamed at him as she felt the fabric of her pants
leave her hips, leaving her lower body clad only in a thong.  Her
left hand shot down to her ass, trying to cover her pale
asscheeks as she spun around. "Fucking pervert!  What are you
doing?!" She spun, covering the front of her thong with both
hands now that she was facing him as he stood.  Her eyes flashed
with anger and the young assassin slapped him hard.

   The Pred's head didn't even move as the young girl slapped
him, smirking as she stepped back when she realized her anger
didn't matter to him.  He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her
back to him, looking down at her thighs - a knife on one and a
cellphone on the her hip, tucked into the strap of her thong. 
"Oh, I don't think you want me to get rough just yet, kid." As
she screamed in protest, he slung her against the desk, bending
her over the piece of furniture.  He leaned over her, her bare
asscheeks pressing against his growing erection.  "But, try that
again, and I will make this very slow and painful for you." He
pulled her back up and spun her back around, pushing her back
against the desk.  "Hand me your knife and phone." The Pred
smiled as the young girl raised her leg and unstrapped her knife,
handing it to him with a scowl on her face.  As her leg went back
down, the Pred grabbed the phone from her hip before picking her
up and sitting her on the desk.  "So, I wonder what we have on
your phone here."

   Annie almost yelped as she was jerked up and sat onto the
desk, her bare asscheeks touching the cold, wooden surface.  She
glared at him as he opened the phone, a puzzled look on his face.
 "It's not even mine.  Spoils of battle." She smirked at him,
almost laughing but her expression soon changed.

   The Pred laughed at her  as he flipped open her switchblade
and put the tip against her young neck, a look of fear flashing
across her face as he did.  "Spoils of battle, eh?" He pushed her
shoulders back, forcing her to lay back on the desk, her breasts
rising and falling under her tank top as her breath sped up.  He
smirked as he pushed her top up slowly, exposing her flat
stomach.  "I like to take trophies, too, actually." His smile
widens as he takes a good look at the front of her blue thong,
her dark pubic hair visible through the see-through fabric as
well as the top of her young slit.

   Annie's young eyes grew wide as the Pred pulled her pants the
rest of the way off, not liking the direction the situation was
going.  She tried to keep the steely nerve that made her a top
assassin, but the way the man's hand with the knife ran up her
thigh towards her hips was starting to scare her.  "Wh-what kinda
trophies...?"

   The Pred smiled as he saw the assassin's lips begin to tremble
as his hand ran across the front of her thong, a finger sliding
against her still-covered slit.  "Oh, I think I can go ahead and
show you." With that, he grabbed her thong and ripped it from her
body, exposing her thick patch of pubic hair and pussy.  He
tossed her thong onto the desk beside her.

   Annie screamed out as the thong was ripped from her body,
thoughts raced through her mind what this meant.  "No!  Don't!"
Instinctively, her hands shot down to her lower body to cover her
now bare lower body.  "If you're the one that killed those girls,
we're kinda on the same side." She began to panic more when he
grabbed her wrists with both hands and force her arms over her
head.  "Please don't do this to me!"

   Annie's slender legs kicked out for a moment, but stopped as
soon as the Pred leaned over and put her knife to her throat, the
tip of her blade knicking her skin.  "Yes, kid, that was me." He
ran the knife around her cheek as her chin trembled.  He smirked
as he lowered the knife back down to her neck.  "I raped and
killed the Wasp, threw her hot little body off her balcony." He
kept the knife to her throat, but released her wrists as she was
too scared to move.  "I tortured the Park Rider until she told me
hwo to find some more her peers." He ran his fingers through the
13-year-old assaassin's pubic hair, his pinkie touching the top
of her slit. "Then I fucked her ass and snapped her neck like a
twig." He laughed, spreading her legs before running his hand up
to her stomach.  "That pregnant cunt Goldie was a pretty
talkative piece of ass, too.  A little torture and a fun little
fuck, then I just poisoned her.  No sense making her suffer too
much." He laughed and moved both hands to the top of her tank
top, keeping the knife in the palm of his right hand and ripped
it open her black top, exposing her blue, strapless sports bra. 
He smiled as he saw the look of shame on the young girl's face,
as well as that her bra was see-through as well.

   Annie, knowing the knife was still split seconds away from
being able to pierce her skin, kept her arms above her head.  For
the first time since she became an assassin, she felt completely
helpless and defeated and it was starting to show.  "T-t-torture
me all you want." She watched as a smile spread across his face
as he ran the knife along her bare belly, his eyes almost fixed
on her lower body as he spread her legs open.  "I-I-If I knew who
any of them were, I would have...have killed them." She felt the
knife move up her body, but as much as she wanted to stop him,
her fear kept her from moving.  "In fact, I-I got that phone off
Pink Angel the other night in a fight."

   The Pred stopped and smiled, leaning over her and looking into
her eyes. "Is that so?" He looked over at the phone beside her
then put it in his pocket.  "That little 'spoil of battle' has
just made me decide not to torture you, kid." He smirked, but
moved the knife to the center of her sports bra, her young
breasts visible underneath the see-through fabric. In one motion
he sliced the garment, freeing her A-cup breasts as she chirped
in response.  "But, I am going to have my fun with you before you
serve your purpose in our mission." He smiled as he saw a tear
leave the assassin's eye.  His hands roamed across her young,
teen mounds, her nipples hardening in response.

   Annie started to cry as she knew she was helpless as the man
had her pinned down against the desk, her 13-year-old body
exposed and ripe for him. "Please..." She watched as he pulled
his cock out, terrified as it looked almost as big as her wrist.
"Don't...don't rape me...I'll do whatever you want to help
you..." Her protests were cut short as he tied her torn sportsbra
around her mouth, gagging her with the garment.  She cried out
through her gag as she felt the tip of his cock press against her
young, tight slit.  "HMPH!!"

   The Pred snickered as he pushed the tip of his cock into the
young teen's pussy as she continued to attempt to struggle.  He
ended those thoughts, however, when he put the knife back to her
throat.  He pushed more into her as she did, causing her screams
of protest to turn into cries of pain.  "Might as well shut up,
you little brat.  I could have tortured you first like I did the
Rider and Goldie." The Pred moved the knife away, satisfied that
her struggling was done, then lifted her lower body up, half of
his large cock already inside the 13-year-old assassin.  "You're
lucky that I just want to fuck your tight little pussy." As he
said that, he pulled her hips into him, the rest of his nine
inches ramming into her pussy.  "Your usefulness will be after I
am through with this cute little body of yours."

   Annie's crying scream echoed through the room as she felt her
body being torn apart by the Pred's cock.  Unlike a lot of girls
her age, she was not a virgin, but she was in no way prepared to
be raped by a cock the size of the Pred's.  After a painful
moment which seemed to last forever for Annie, the Pred started
pulling out and pushing back into her.  Her own cries of pain and
defeate filled her ears as she realized she had went from a hired
killer hours earlier to a limp, teenage fuck toy for this man. 
Her arms laid out to her side as he raped her, as he used her
legs to slide her body back and forth, making the penetration
deeper.  With each thrust, her cone-shape, A-cup breasts slapped
back and forth.  The Pred's laughter echoed through the room as
he pulled all the way out, then rammed back into her. 
"MMMMMPH!!!"

   The Pred continued to laugh as he held his cock inside the
quaking teen, feeling her juices run around his cock.  "Cumming
like a little whore, I see." The Pred slowly slid in and out a
couple more times before stopping again, her sobbs muffled by the
bra that gagged her.  "What's wrong kid, does a man fucking you
hurt that much?" He pushed all the way into her and held it
again, her sobs echoing through the room as she nodded her head.
"Beg me, you little brat.  Beg me for mercy..."

   The Pred pulled the gag out of her mouth and Annie gasped out,
crying as she did.  "Please stop...it...hurts...you're too
big...for me..." The young assassin grimmaced as he pumped in and
out a couple more times before he pulled out of her, the rest of
her orgasm slowly running out of her and onto the desk.  She laid
on the desk, her legs dangling as he stood between them, her arms
slowly covering her breasts and pussy as she cried.  She stayed
limp as he grabbed the straps of her torn tank top and pulled her
to her feet.  Tears raced from her once-proud eyes as she looked
at her rapist. "Please...anything...just don't put it back in
there again." She cried again, fearing what he would do next.

   The Pred smiled as he heard the assassin beg him to stop her
rape. "Yeah, not as tight as when I started, that's for sure." He
spun her around, making her face away from him.  "But, I am no
where near done with you yet." The Pred laughed as he could feel
the young girl's shoulders shaking in his hands, her legs almost
like jelly from her rape.  "Think I will see if I can find
another hole to put this in." He ran the tip of his cock along
her lower back.

   Annie cried out as her rapist forced her to bend over the
desk, screaming in pain as her cheek hit the wood where she had
be laying moments earlier.  Her terror grew as he grabbed her
wrists, binding them behind her back with the bra she had been
gagged with.  She was even more helpless now that before. 
"Please...please no..." She cried and closed her eyes as she felt
his cock laying on her back, his hands running along her ass.

   The Pred enjoyed the sounds of the young assassin's pleas for
her rape to end, his hands on her hips which had just started to
widen into womanhood.  "It could be worse, bitch." He leaned over
her, pinning her to the desk as he pulled her head back by her
hair.  "The boss has some friends that I am sure would love a
turn at the little bitch that's been shooting at them." He pushed
her head back down and leaned back, looking at her ass.  Her
cheeks had just a little pudge to them as he spread them,
exposing her pink asshole.  "But, I am not sharing this ass with
anyone." He ran his cock under her, her stretched pussy
lubricating it a little before he pushed the head into her. 
"Mmmm.  You might even have a tighter ass than the Rider."

   Annie screamed out in pain as her tender, teenage asshole was
invaded by her rapist.  "Gawd...oww....fuck..." She cried out as
the Pred slowly force-fed his cock into her, stretching her ass
open as he did.  He kept her pinned down, her breasts squashed
against the desk.  She felt him grab her wrists and use her own
body to impale her the rest of the way as she felt his hairy legs
against her ass.  Through her teary eyes, she looked up and saw a
camera pointing at her, catching her face contort as the Pred
slid out and rammed back into her ass.  She realized that her
rape was getting videoed, just as the gangleader had requested. 
Her cries began to turn to moans of pain as her anal rape neared
its end.

   The Pred moaned out with each thrust, feeling her young
asscheeks jiggle against his legs with each thrust into her only
speeding up his orgasm. "Fuckin tight little shit." He pushed
himself all the way in as he came, practically lifting her off
the floor and insuring that his seed would soak her bowels.  The
Pred moaned out as the last of his seed shot into her ass before
letting her drop limply back onto the desk.  The Pred laughed as
he pulled his pants back up, his victim remaining bent over, her
stretched and bleeding asshole still pointing at him.  He could
hear her sobbing "ows" as she slowly slid down to the floor,
barely catching herself on her knees as she slumped forward
beside the desk.

   Annie cried as she almost laid there on the floor, having
never been in such pain as this man had caused her with her
rapes.  She began to panic as she heard him step towards her
again, fearing what he would do to her now. "Please..." She
moaned in protest as he grabbed her hair and drug her away from
the desk.  She was terrified that he would make good on letting
the officers fuck her as well.  "You had your fun.  Please let me
go..." She could see herself on the monitor in front of her, her
bushy brown hair a mess as her lips trembled, Her perky, A-cup
breasts rose and fell as they stood on her chest, topped with
hard pink nipples.  As she inhaled, her stomach became even
flatter, making her pubic mound stick out more, as well as the
thick patch of hair.  Under her, her once-tight pussy was still
slightly stretched up, the lips parted under her.  However, its
what she sees in the Pred's hand that almost stops her heart. 
"Oh gawd...no..." She closed her eyes and began to shake at the
sight of the small gun in his hand.

   The Pred smiled at the sobbing teen, who is breaking down in
front of him, muttering to herself as he put the gun to the back
of her head.  "You knew this would end this way, kid." He smirked
as she lowered her head, a quaking sob flowing through her body.
"Don't worry, this gun won't make a big hole and it'll be quick."
He pressed the barrel tight to the back of her skull.  "Your
sacrifice will help the cause greatly, kid." He smiled as he saw
the crying expression on her face on the monitor, her eyes barely
open, tears streaming and her lips trembling.

   Annie cried again, completely breaking down as her final
moments seemed to drag on.  "Please...I'll help you kill them
all..." She sobbed deeply a final time.  "Please, don't kill
me...pl-"

   Pred only smirked as he pulled the trigger, a loud bang
accompanying the bullet entering the back of her skull.  The
villain watched as the assassin's body lurched forward silently
then slumped forward to the ground, her lifeless form remaining
on her knees.  He stepped back and smiled, seeing her young face
staring to the left, a small stream of blood coming from the
corner of her mouth.  Her slim back was slanted forward, her ass
pointed at him, her asshole still gaping from the rape minutes
earlier.  He walked over to the desk and leaned against it,
calling the Chief.  "Yes, it's done.  She won't be taking shots
at anyone else again." He paused as the Chief told him what to do
with the body.  "Devious idea, boss.  I'll get right on it." He
hung up and walked over to Annie's lifeless body.  He picked her
up by the hair, her feet only an inch or two off the floor.  Her
dead eyes stared at him, her mouth agape, braces showing, blood
at the corners of her mouth.  "You're going to be even more
useful to the cause dead." He ran his hand across her still,
cone-shaped breast and smiled.

   The next morning...

   Rainbow Woman walked to the park towards the location her
connection within the police department had given her.  As the
reached the spot where she was told to go, she was instantly
thankful that she had ordered her young partner stay out of
costume for the foreseeable future.  "Oh my gawd..." Those three
words were all she could say as she looked at the scene in front
of her.

   In the middle of the city's park was a playground and in the
middle of the playground was a rectangular jungle gym.  It was
not the sight of the equipment that bothered the heroine, but it
was what hung from it that made her stomach turn. Tied to the
piece of playground equipment was Assassin Annie's young, naked
body. Her arms stretched out to the sides, her head hung towards
her chest, her lifeless breasts no longer moving. Her legs were
spread slightly, just enough for her young pussy to be exposed,
still slightly stretched from her rape. On her flat, bare
stomach, the letter "A" was carved, a slight line of blood
running down towards her pubic mound. Rainbow Woman closed her
eyes and shook her head. "This is getting out of hand, whoever is
targeting your girls." The mature heroine turned in time to see
the Chief approach her. "Speaking of which, where's your little
blonde friend?"

  Rainbow Woman wanted to scream at the Chief, but thought better
of it. Instead, she strode past him, cutting him a look as she
did. "Do you think she needs to see something like this? That
girl was younger than her." She walked past him, finally looking
back as she left the scene. "But, if you must know, I told her to
stay out of costume until whoever is doing this is caught." She
looked back at Annie's body as the other officers untied her and
took her down. "And Annie was not 'one of my girls' actually. She
was a killer, but even she didn't deserve this." She turned again
and left.

  The Chief watched her leave, keeping his eyes on her ass as she
left. One of the officers approached and he chuckled, knowing his
subordinate was aware of the group's plan. "She will be fun to
break and eliminate." He smiled. "But first, we need to get rid
of a couple people talking too much. Officer Bailey needs to be
punished for her traitorous actions."

Next: Collateral Damage