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The Good Doctor: Retaliation Ch. 01

By: secret_reader



Note: 

Things are going to get a lot grittier from here on out. Slade has escaped and the Corps will face a lot of challenges in the coming chapters. Nurse Sweet's disappearance takes its toll on Rob and the Party commits some pretty atrocious acts. 

More sex and more action are ahead. I warn you: some things may be disturbing, and I don't write tales of happy days and rainbows; a good story shouldn't be predictable, and it certainly shouldn't be unrealistically positive. 

All events can be assumed to be in chronological order with some but minimal overlap.

So get comfy and enjoy: 

THE GOOD DOCTOR: RETALIATION

The following events take place one month after the events of "Origins". 

CHAPTER ONE

Rain pelted the windows of Rob's room as he looked out across at the ruins of what used to be Ark Chemicals; finally empty of people. The recent wetness had finally quenched the fires that had continued to burn long after the Corps' battle against Trapjaw and the Bio-B0ts was over. It had been one month and there was still no sign of Nurse Sweet or the criminals who called themselves "The Party". The Dallas police had scoured the wreckage for any clues of where they might have disappeared to, but nothing had turned up. When the FBI arrived, it had become extremely difficult for the Corps to conduct their own investigation, but by that time Rob had given up hope of finding anything useful. 

A no-nonsense man named Special Agent Smith had demanded Rob come with him to Washington to "sort this ugly business out". Rob had refused, knowing there was nothing the FBI or the entire U.S Government could do to make him. 

After the fire destroyed Headquarters, the Corps had moved the Mobile Base to the fields surrounding the ruined Ark Chemicals where they waited while Rob decided what to do next. Of course Agent Smith had complained about it, but since the Base was impregnable and the Corps was made up of a group of lethal weapons of mass destruction, the FBI had no choice but to let it slide. 

After about a week of being there, Smith had told Rob that the public was demanding the Corps was brought to justice. News crews had sent helicopters to Ark Chemicals after receiving reports of a giant tank crashing through the forest surrounding it. They had witnessed the entire battle and broadcast it live for the whole of Dallas to watch. 

"They want your heads for the death of those employees." Smith told Rob in a gruff voice, "If you don't pack it up, they're going to start coming out here with pitchforks and torches." 

Rob had made a point not to talk to the authorities, so he just nodded curtly and resumed examining the ruins using his enhanced senses, looking but knowing he'd find nothing. 

"Don't come crying to me when they come swarming your Base." Smith grunted, and left before Rob could roll his eyes at the ridiculous notion. 

But sure enough, a few days later a crowed of angry citizens came marching down the road to the building, chanting something as they came. Rob never knew what exactly they were saying because once they caught sight of the Base, they hightailed it back to their homes where giant roaming destroyers didn't exist. The TV must have made it seem smaller than it was or the concerned citizens would have just stayed home. 

A week after the crowd came, saw, and left, Smith told Rob that the President was planning on basing her reelection strategy on "alleviating the terrorist threat from Dallas". That just made Rob laugh, but Smith didn't seem to think it was funny.

"Don't think we haven't forgotten what happened in the '80s," He warned, "Last time we let you people act freely, thousands died." 

Up until then, Rob had assumed the War between the Corps and the Rebels was just a series of isolated incidents. Now that Smith mentioned it, Rob reached into the huge database known as the Mainframe that was stored in his super-computer brain to extract as much information on the War as he could. 

According to the Mainframe, the War had not been composed of isolated incidents at all. Whole cites were ravaged by the fighting, and the United States Armed Forces were helpless in the face of such power. The deep-seeded hatred Giovanni had mentioned the public had towards the Corps seemed utterly justified when the events leading up to it were examined. For a moment Rob considered heeding Smith's words and relocating somewhere more private but reconsidered again when he reminded himself that the events of the War would be repeated if Slade and the Party were not stopped soon. They needed to exhaust all possibilities of finding leads there before they moved on. 

Another week and Smith shouted at the Base that they would be leaving in a couple of days. The Corps had stopped searching the ruins a few days before then and was not surprised by the news that the FBI was following suit.

"Good riddance." Turbo had said over dinner, "Those bastards do nothing but bitch and moan; it's depressing." 

"Amen!" Brick agreed through a mouth full of food. 

Although happy to see the agents go, Rob could not share the same level of enthusiasm as his fellow members. Every day that passed meant another day Nurse Sweet was in the hands of the Party. They hadn't sent demands or conditions for her release, so Rob could only assume they were keeping her as a way of hurting him. It was working too; until she was gone, Rob had not realized how much he actually cared for Nurse Sweet. The first few days she'd been gone had been the hardest, and Rob did little but sulk in his room and search the ruins, refusing to let the Corps see him that way. Giovanni had named him as their leader, and although it didn't seem like anyone would contest that, Rob still didn't want them to think he couldn't handle the situation. 

As the weeks went by the emotions got easier to handle and while the thought of Nurse Sweet made his gut clench, Rob was able to function at a normal level, though inside he was still torn. Now the FBI was leaving and they were finally about to get some peace and quiet. The Corps would be moving on soon too Rob decided. They were doing no good for Nurse Sweet camping out on a charred battlefield. They needed to retaliate soon and put an end to the Party. 

As Rob stared out the window, absorbed in his thoughts, someone knocked on the door to his room. 

"Yeh?" He called out. 

The door opened and Wraith entered. She had been spending a lot of time with Brick lately and Rob was sure she had moved into his bedroom. 'At least someone's happy.' He thought gloomily. 

"Rob..." She said, gliding over to his bed and taking a seat before placing her hand on his shoulder, "There's been some news about Nurse Sweet." 

Her tone of voice would have caused Rob's heart to sink to his feet if he had still owned one. He stared into her eyes, waiting for the bomb to drop. 

"She's fine..." Wraith started, but couldn't manage to keep eye contact with him and turned away. 

Rob gripped her shoulder firmly and made her face him, "What happened? Please, Wraith, I need to know." 

Instead of answering, Wraith produced a disc which Rob took without hesitation. The words "Watch and Enjoy" were burned into one side. 

"It's a DVD..." Wraith explained gently, "I scanned its contents. Rob, you don't want to watch that." 

"Is she hurt?" He asked; already out of his bed and making his way to the wall where a TV and DVD player were set up. 

"No...but...Rob, you have to believe me, you do NOT want to watch that DVD." Wraith's voice was becoming insistent, but Rob ignored her. 

If there was any news about Nurse Sweet, he had to know, no matter how terrible it was. They say when a loved one goes missing the worst part is the not-knowing if they're ok. Rob knew this feeling all too well. The thought of Nurse Sweet hurt in any way made him feel queasy. Despite what Wraith said, he was going to play that DVD, but just as Rob was about to insert the disc in the player a strong hand gripped his wrist. 

"Let me go, Wraith." Rob said, trying to remain calm. 

"You know who Slade is, and you know what she's capable of." Wraith was close to pleading now, "I promise you, if you watch this thing you won't be able to control yourself. It's what he...she... wants, Rob. She wants to hurt you emotionally so that it'll be easier to hurt you physically."Rob dismissed her so she gripped his face with both hands and forced him look into her eyes with a strength he had not know she possessed, "Do. Not. Watch. That. DVD." 

"Don't worry about me, Wraith." He said, and gently removed her hands from his face. 

Rob felt bad for denying a friend's advice, but this was a special circumstance. All the friendly intentions in the world couldn't have stopped him then. 

Admitting defeat, Wraith lowered her eyes from his and glided to the door, pausing before she left to say, "Don't let her win this round, Rob. This is only the beginning." 

When she had left, Rob took a shuddering breath before inserting the DVD and pressing play...

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The last thing Nurse Sweet remembered was giving that asshole Trapjaw a back full of flame before she was assaulted by Engineer and some damned laser gun. She was dodging his shots pretty well until a sharp pain lanced up her arm and into her head indicating he had managed to hit her. After that, she remembered nothing. 

Now she was waking up for what felt like the first time in days. Her vision was cloudy and her brain kept trying to lure her back to sleep, but something told her she was not safe. A dull pain permeated her limbs, which felt like they were at a strange angle, but she was too groggy to discern more. 

When light suddenly scorched Nurse Sweet's retinas she heard a sneering female voice say, "Awake at last. I thought Engineer's laser might have put you in some kind of coma."

Nurse Sweet tried to speak but there was something wrapped around her head. 'A gag' she realized, tasting cloth and becoming consciously aware of it cutting into her lips and mouth. 

"No talking." The voice said, closer now, "Later, maybe, but right now just watch and listen." 

As her senses began to come to life, Nurse Sweet became aware of her dire situation. The first thing she noticed was her arms were secured above her head and her legs were being kept spread shoulder wide by some kind of metal bar. Her feet we planted firmly on the floor, but there was no room for her to bend her knees; she was bound up tight. Whatever the Party wanted from her, Nurse Sweet was powerless to resist. There was no way to aim any flames and even if she could, she wouldn't have been able to untie herself. The light that had initially blinded her didn't seem as bright then, and she could start to make out blurry faces. 

A white skull stared at her from the right; its owner's upper body was bared. To Nurse Sweet's left, a short, stooped man with a head of grey hair and mirrored safety goggles stood watching her. 'Trapjaw and Engineer' she thought venomously. The light was still blinding Nurse Sweet to whoever was standing right in front of her and it was this mystery person who spoke.

"Your boyfriend has caused the Party a lot of stress, Nurse Bitch." The figure sauntered closer and Nurse Sweet could make out her basic figure; five and half feet, long legs, slim waist, and medium sized breasts, "So we've decided to send him a little Thank You present." 

The gag prevented Nurse Sweet from responding, so the woman continued. 

"You see, the Party doesn't play fair. We like to kick a guy while he's down, so we've arranged a little...show...to let him know who's on top." 

The woman was only a few feet away now, and Nurse Sweet was able to make out her finer details. She wore a black leather bra and matching leather pants the same color as her hair. Her skin was ashen grey with lines of black that appeared to be her veins running along it. Her lips were as black as her hair and clothes but her most sticking features were her completely blacked-out eyes, without a trace of iris or white in them. The woman oozed evil and Nurse Sweet's subconscious must have caught on because a wave of nauseating fear swept through her body. 

The woman looked strangely familiar despite all her strange features. Something about her appearance alerted Nurse Sweet to some previous memory her mind was too groggy to grasp at the time. When the woman spoke again it was if she was reading Nurse Sweet's thoughts. 

"Who am I? Well...I'm Slade." 

Nurse Sweet's eyes widened and she turned her head away from the woman. The stories Giovanni told her about his fellow Corps founder had given her nightmares. But Slade was a man! How could this woman claim to...something clicked in her brain, and Nurse Sweet's previous fears went into overdrive. She had to get of there. The creature standing in front of her was capable of unimaginable horrors; Nurse Sweet didn't even want to think about what might happen to her in his...hers...its clutches. 

Strong fingers gripped Nurse Sweet's face and forced her to turn her head back to look at the monster woman.

"What's wrong? Did Giovanni tell the little girl some scary bedtime stories about me?" Slade taunted, "Well let's add one more to the list, shall we? I do love a good history to my name." She turned away and sauntered over to a video camera Nurse Sweet had not noticed before. 

"Engineer, if you would be so kind as to be my camera man." She said, pushing a button to turn the machine on. 

The little man nodded and took his position behind the camera while Slade took a similar position in front of it, standing a little to Nurse Sweet's left so that both women would be included in the picture.

Slade had her back turned and Nurse Sweet caught a glimpse of a taught ass accentuated by the leather pants; an ass she recognized as belonging to the late Miss. White. 

"Hello, Robby." Slade was saying to the camera, "Hope this finds you well and that you're as excited to watch this thing as I am for making it." She giggled, "I can already feel my panties getting wet in anticipation!" Her hand reached inside the front of her pants and she pulled it out, bringing her fingers to her nose and taking a whiff, "Mmmm...bet your girlfriend smells even sweeter." 

Slade shot Nurse Sweet a nasty smile, causing her stomach to drop. 'What are they going to do with me?' she asked herself as Slade returned her gaze to the camera. 

"It's weird, but when I was a man all those years ago, I had no interest in sex and the like." Slade mused, cocking her head to the side, "Now that I've got this body, it's all I can think about!" She giggled again, "That Miss. White was one hell of a slut; right, Trapjaw?" 

Trapjaw's hands tightened into fists out of the corner of Nurse Sweet's vision. 

"Anyway, here's the deal. Since you've managed to piss us off by setting our plans back with your little show of force, I've decided to make you suffer." Slade smiled and walked to Nurse Sweet's side, "For the first act, I'm going to make you watch while we play with your girlfriend, Nurse Cunt. And don't try to get away with not watching or you'll never see her again."

Nurse Sweet's eyes widened in fear; she did not like the sound of that at all. Slade just laughed and ran a hand soothingly down her cheek.

Slade leaned in close and whispered in Nurse Sweet's ear, "Don't worry; you're going to enjoy this." Hot breath brushed over Nurse Sweet's skin, "It's your boyfriend who's going to have to watch while we make you come over," she kissed her cheek softly, ",and over," Slade kissed her neck, leaving it tingling with sensation, ",again." The last kiss was on her lips and Nurse Sweet wretched her face away from the unwanted touch. 

With an evil laugh Slade twirled away and all Nurse Sweet could think as she struggled against her bonds was 'This bitch is crazy!'

"Prepare her, Trapjaw." Slade ordered, jerking a thumb in Nurse Sweet's direction while she sauntered over to stand beside Engineer behind the camera. 

Trapjaw moved into the light and Nurse Sweet had a better view of him. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of white suit pants in addition to his ever present skull mask. As he got closer, Nurse Sweet could make out the edges of nasty looking scars along the sides of his ribs and abdomen where they were peeking from around his back. She remembered giving him those scars during the battle at Ark Chemicals and a small glimmer of satisfaction flashed across her face. 

Trapjaw noticed the subtle reaction and growled in his Russian accent, "I will make you pay for the pain you caused me." His eyes, the only visible part of his face, narrowed, "Slade seems to think this little demonstration will be punishment enough, but mark my words: I will have my own revenge." 

There was a flash of steel and a knife appeared in Trapjaw's hand. Nurse Sweet tried to scream but only a muffled squeal came out. 

"Don't hurt her, Trapjaw." Slade's called her voice mocking but with an unmistakable undertone of menace; she was clearly in charge. 

"Wouldn't dream of it." He muttered before sliding the knife under the hem of Nurse Sweet's white blouse. 

She could feel the cold steel against her skin and her heart skipped a beat when Trapjaw jerked the blade upward. There was a tearing sound and Nurse Sweet could feel cool air tickle her abdomen. 

Another few rips and her blouse fell to the floor at her feet. 

Nurse Sweet felt very exposed with her arms extended above her and her torso bared save her black lace bra. Her chest heaved as she tried to calm her nerves, looking for a way out of what was shaping up to be a very nasty situation. 

Her skirt was cut away next, followed by her bra. 

"Leave the panties." Slade instructed.

Trapjaw nodded and stepped back from his work with a sneer, leaving Nurse Sweet hanging there, exposed to the camera and the enemy. 

"Thank you, Trapjaw. Now wait until I'm ready for you." Slade said, coming forward once again. 

As she approached she held her hand out and grabbed something small out of thin air. Nurse Sweet couldn't tell what it was until she felt the sharp sting of a needle plunge into her shoulder. 

"Oomph" Nurse Sweet demanded through her gag. 

"Just a little something to help you...warm up." Slade smiled before turning to address the camera again, "While we wait for my little cocktail to take effect let me ask you this: are you glad you fucked with me yet?" 

Slade's tone became noticeably darker as she posed the question to future-Rob. Nurse Sweet felt like she should have been frightened by the woman's change of demeanor, but, oddly, she didn't. Instead thoughts of Rob, naked and hard, flashed into her mind. 

'What the fu...' Nurse Sweet thought before images of him thrusting into her, his muscles gleaming with sweat as he face bunched in concentration, flooded her thoughts. 

Nurse Sweet could hear someone talking to her, but all she could focus on was the way the intrusive images were making her feel. She could feel her nipples harden and her sex moisten as more and more thoughts of Rob filling her with his cock arose. The bonds around her hands were becoming highly annoying, if she could just stoke her... 

'No!' her rational mind screamed, 'Focus!' 

Nurse Sweet's eyes snapped open. She had never realized she closed them but now she recalled her dangerous situation. Slade was smiling at her with her head cocked to the side. The images of Rob kept trying to intrude but Nurse Sweet fought against them; she had to focus on escape. 

But she was so very aroused...

"How you feeling, sweetheart?" Slade mocked. 

"Oomph" Nurse Sweet said.

"Trapjaw, remove her gag." Slade commanded. 

When the tall Russian came up to Nurse Sweet to untie the gag, she caught scent of him. His bare chest rubbed against hers as he reached behind her head and she couldn't help arching her back to feel the wiry hairs stimulate her nipples. She was embarrassed at her behavior but the feeling of him was making her panties soaked. 


The Good Doctor: Retaliation Ch. 01



"What did you do to me?" she panted. 

"Why?" Slade said, stepping closer, "You don't like it?" 

Nurse Sweet gasped as Slade's fingers plunged into the waistline of her panties. Her hips bucked, seeking the physical contact her pussy so desperately craved. Her skin was on fire, every nerve ending on edge as the invading members dipped into her crevice, skimming along her g-spot with a promise. When Slade withdrew them again, Nurse Sweet let out an involuntary moan of need. 

"Mmmm," Slade moaned as she brought her soaking fingers to her nose, "You smell so sweet." 

Nurse Sweet panted "Go to hell...", but her body betrayed her as she arched her back, trying to make contact with something....anything. 

Slade laughed before stepping back once more. "I'm going to really enjoy watching this, darling." 

The physical need Nurse Sweet was craving was making her uncomfortable. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on images of Rob, but her mind kept coming back to reality, her body not content with mere images. Her eyes found Trapjaw. He was standing with his feet spread, his strong arms crossed over his chest. 

His eyes met hers and Nurse Sweet thought she saw a glimmer of sick delight flash across them. Her body was on fire and all she could think about was his own pressed up against her, his cock stuffed deep in her pussy. Thoughts of Rob were fading fast, replaced by these new ones, a flood of moisture to her panties accompanying them. 

Slade spoke up. "Say it, bitch." 

"What?" 

"You know what." 

She did know what, but her subconscious yelled at her to keep it together. Nurse Sweet willed herself to think about something else but the only thoughts that saturated her mind were those of Trapjaw pumping into her, filling her with his cum. Shuddering in pleasure at the thought of his seed dribbling from her cleft, Nurse Sweet swallowed and she felt her control completely slip away. A small drop of moisture was making its way down her inner thigh as she whispered, "Please." 

Glee swept over Slade's face. "Please what?" 

Nurse Sweet's eyes never left Trapjaw's as she said, louder this time, "Please, fuck me." 

The silence stretched for what seemed like hours as an evil smile stretched across Slade's lips. "But your little boyfriend will see." She taunted, gesturing at the camera. 

The need inside Nurse Sweet had reached critical levels, "I don't care!" She cried, "Just fuck me! Please!" 

A piercing screech of laughter rang out across the room, "You SLUT!" Slade barked out, "You little fucking slut!" 

The words hurt, but Nurse Sweet was beyond caring. Whatever Slade had injected her with had completely taken over Nurse Sweet's nervous system. What was worse, it had completely blocked out her conscious; she no longer cared about the camera, the fact that she was naked, or that Rob would be watching everything. She needed a cock inside her and she didn't care where it came from.

The laughing finally subsided and Slade jerked her head at Nurse Sweet, "You're up, Lover. Just don't get too worn out." She winked in suggestion.

Trapjaw advanced, unbuckling his pants as he came. He paused right before Nurse Sweet and let them drop to the ground before stepping out of them. His cock was hard and inches from Nurse Sweet's navel. A bead of pre-cum was poised to fall from the tip and Nurse Sweet licked her lips at the thought of what it would taste like. 

A steady stream of arousal was now running down Nurse Sweet's legs. Trapjaw took one more step and his hard cock was sandwiched between their bodies as he reached up to unlock the chain holding her arms up. When he crouched down to undo the leg-spreader, Nurse Sweet tried to press her mound against his mask, but he kept his head bent until the spreader was removed. 

Standing, Trapjaw grabbed Nurse Sweet's shoulders roughly and shoved her up against a wall that was only a few feet behind from where she had been suspended. She cried out as her back hit cold, hard stone. A strong hand moved from her shoulder to her thigh where it hiked it up so Nurse Sweet could hook it around Trapjaw's firm back. 

'This is happening...' she thought before she was slammed against the wall as Trapjaw thrust into her dripping heat in one move.

She came apart instantly, her juices squirting out to cover Trapjaw's abs in sweet nectar. 

Shot after shot of come erupted from her pussy and Trapjaw groaned into her ear, "How did you know I like squirters?" before he grabbed her other leg. 

Even in her orgasmic haze, Nurse Sweet took the hint and hooked her other leg around Trapjaw so that the only thing holding her up was his cock and her arms on his shoulders. He supported her lower back and swung around, drops of juice flying from his body in the process. 

Her pussy felt deliciously full as he walked a back toward the camera, his cock bouncing slightly within her with each step. 

"I want your boyfriend to see this." He whispered, stopping five feet from the camera and turning to the side so as to give Rob a full view of his cock buried in her. 

"I don't care." She gasped, running her hands along his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his skin and the wiry hairs between her fingers. 

Suddenly Trapjaw's hands were gripping her ass firmly as he growled through his mask, "Hang on tight." 

Nurse Sweet clutched his strong shoulders as she was lifted slowly off his cock. It slid against her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. When just the tip remained in side, Trapjaw slammed Nurse Sweet onto his cock and she swore he felt it hit her cervix. 

"More!" Nurse Sweet demanded, pushing back on his shoulders and looking down their joined bodies in order to get a view of his cock buried deep inside her. 

He pulled out again before slamming home. She cried out and a small squirt of juices splashed against his abdomen, droplets forming on the coarse hairs that grew there. Again and again he pulled out before slamming back into her. Each thrust brought with it another splash of Nurse Sweet's arousal.

"Cum for me." Trapjaw commanded, his pace intensifying. 

Nurse Sweet was mesmerized as she watched his cock hammer in and out of her heat. She could hear his balls slapping against her flesh but all she could feel was the alternate sensations of fullness and sudden emptiness as he continued to pound into her. She could feel the orgasm coming fast. 

"Cum. Now!" Trapjaw growled, supporting her ass with one large hand while reached between their bodies and pinched her clit, hard. He was obviously used to getting what he wanted from a woman and Nurse Sweet did not disappoint. 

She screamed as pressure built inside her and then released. There was sudden movement and Nurse Sweet was on the ground, a steady geyser of cum erupting from her cleft. Her hips were arched off the ground as her scream of pleasure continued. The stream of cum rose three feet in the air before coming splashing back on her chest and stomach. Another strong stream followed the initial, followed by another and yet another. 

After a few moments she finally lowered her hips to the floor. A few more aftershocks rippled through Nurse Sweet as she went limp. Lethargically, she opened her eyes to see Trapjaw standing above her, his hand pumping his cock furiously, her juices acting as lube. Nurse Sweet was too wiped out to care while Trapjaw shot his seed onto her belly. The thick white substance pooled in her navel and ran down her sides but she made no move to wipe it away. 

Whatever Slade had injected into her was already slowly fading and the reality of what she had just done was starting to nag at Nurse Sweet's previously suppressed conscious. 

Trapjaw stepped away from Nurse Sweet as she closed her eyes tight and shook her head as if trying to remove the memory of their coupling. He smirked behind his mask before turning to Slade. Her eyes were wide and she had one hand shoved in her unbuttoned leather pants. 

"I've never felt this before..." She said, her hand rubbing furiously across her mound, "That looked...amazing."

Trapjaw glanced over at Nurse Sweet who was still battling the return of her senses, his cum still running down her sides. He was still hard...and horny...so he approached Slade and yanked her leather pants down enough to expose her glistening sex. The pervert Engineer was still operating the camera but Trapjaw impaled Slade anyway. She cried out and clutched his shoulders just as Nurse Sweet had done...and Miss. White had so many times before.

"Yes!" Slade cried as her all-too-familiar pussy clenched around his cock. She grabbed Trapjaw's shoulders and leaned back, lifting her feet off the floor and pointing them out straight behind him. 

'Enjoy it while you can.' Trapjaw thought as she pushed Slade to the ground in order to thrust into her more easily. 

Nurse Sweet could hear the sounds of sex when she came fully back to her senses. Her torso was drenched and Trapjaw's cum was now cold against her skin. Groaning, she sat up and immediately checked to see if the camera was still on; it wasn't. To her left, Trapjaw was rutting on the ground with what must have been Slade while Engineer watched though his mirrored goggles. 

'I've got to get out of here.' Nurse Sweet thought as she stood on shaking legs.

Cum ran down from her abdomen and dripped between her legs, but Nurse Sweet didn't care. Trapjaw and Slade were still going at it as she moved quietly toward a wooden door to the left of where the Russian had shoved her against the wall. Planning to make quick work of the door she raised her hands to send a blast of fire its way. There was a cry of orgasm and just as Nurse Sweet was about to shoot the flame her hands were yanked behind her back by some invisible force. 

"Oh no you don't." Slade panted in post-orgasmic exhaustion. 

Nurse Sweet was yanked back by the same invisible force before being suspended in the air, her arms above her head and feet dangling. 

Trapjaw stood and Slade followed, yanking up her leather pants to cover her cum soaked mound. "Going somewhere?" 

Nurse Sweet struggled against the force but it held fast. She was still exhausted from her debauchery and it didn't take long for Nurse Sweet to give up. 

"Are you going to kill me? Fuck me some more maybe?" Nurse Sweet spat. 

"Actually, we're going to let you go." Slade responded matter-of-factly, "We're just waiting for the perfect moment." 

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Rob's room was a mess. The window that he had been looking out earlier was shattered; a nightstand, lamp, and a single dresser drawer lay smashed on the ground beneath it. Only the bed, TV, and DVD player were left intact and that was because Rob needed to know for sure that Nurse Sweet had not been harmed at the hands of the Party. Well...harmed any more. 

'How could she do that?' Rob had initially thought as he watched the sadistic video. He had been angry at Nurse Sweet for her behaviors, convinced she had not fought hard enough. As he continued to watch, the feelings of anger toward Nurse Sweet changed to rage and hatred against the man who was using her body so freely. And then there was Slade... 

Rob had run into her once before and knew she was dangerous...but this....this was fucked. Slade was going to pay for all the pain she had caused, Rob vowed.

First she had killed Giovanni, the man who had taken him in after the Party performed their experiment on Rob. She had then set the Corps' Headquarters on fire and left them homeless. And then there were all the atrocities she had committed as Slade. The Party was going to regret granting Rob his powers, and if the state of his room was any indication, Rob was a force to be reckoned with when angry... 

Rob stood amidst the carnage still seething, but contemplating what his next move should be. There was only one choice; he would have to watch the DVD again to try and gather a clue...any clue...to where Nurse Sweet was being held. The idea of watching Trapjaw fucking Nurse Sweet made Rob clench his teeth so hard it hurt, but what choice did he have? 

As Rob turned toward the television to start the video over something lightly touched his shoulder.

"Rob..." a weak voice called. 

The voice was familiar and Rob whirled around just in time to catch a naked, cold Nurse Sweet before she hit the ground. 

She tried to speak, "I'm sorry..." 

"Shhh." Rob soothed, picking her up in his strong arms, a wave of relief running through his body, "I'll take you to the Sick Bay." 

"So sorr..." was the last thing Rob's lover said before losing consciousness. 

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After leaving Rob to his torment, Wraith had sought out Brick, who was rapidly becoming a constant light in her previously dark life. He had been outside checking the Mobile Base for repairs for what must have been the hundredth time since the search for clues on Nurse Sweet had ended. He was just as restless as the rest of the Corps, but since Rob had been put in charge all they could do was try to stave off boredom while coming up with ideas about what to do about the Party. 

"I don't think this thing has ever been in so good of shape." Wraith had teased while Brick kicked the huge tires. 

Brick had looked up from his fruitless task with an uncharacteristic look of concern, "How'd it go?" 

After gliding over to Brick and hugging herself tight to his huge frame, Wraith had told him about Rob's refusal to listen to reason. About how she worried he would not be able to handle the shock and how she wondered if the Corps would ever recover from their new leader's broken heart. Even kind-hearted Brick had agreed with her when she suggested finding someone else to lead while Rob got a hold of himself. 

As Brick and Wraith talked a bombardment of bedroom furniture had nearly hit them. Wraith detected them before they made contact and, using her power, willed the objects to land a few feet away. 

"Someone's pissed." Brick grunted, peering up at the shattered window that Rob had just broken. 

Wraith sighed, "Let's go inside." And lifted Brick and herself off the ground and to the top of the Base where they climbed through the hatch. 

Once inside Brick had started towards Rob's room, but Wraith stopped him with a gentle hand, "Let's give him a little time." 

Not one to disagree with this particular woman, Brick had nodded and headed instead toward the makeshift conference room near the rear of the Base. 

Sublime the ice queen and Turbo, vehicle expert were seated at the round table, talking in hushed tones, when Brick and Wraith entered. Sublime giggled and slapped Turbo's arm flirtatiously before turning to the odd pair. 

Wraith must have been wearing her heart on her sleeve because the first thing Sublime said was, "He didn't!?" 

Turbo looked at Wraith and then Brick for confirmation. 

With a single nod Wraith confirmed their fears and stunned silence permeated the room. Brick took a seat and Wraith glided herself into his lap. 

Turbo was the first to speak, "Well now we're screwed." 

"Why's that?" Wraith ventured, but she knew what his answer would be. Turbo had been one of the first to suggest a change of leadership.

"We can't have a heartbroken leader with Slade released. I've been saying it from the get-go." Turbo slammed his fist on the table, one quick to anger. 

Sublime laid a hand over his, "Settle down. We just need to be patient." 

"I'm sick of being..." Turbo started to say, but trailed off when Rob appeared suddenly in the door, his face hard, but his eyes wild. 

He spoke with an air of utmost urgency, "Someone help...Nurse Sweet..." before rushing off down the hall towards the Sick Bay. 

Brick was off his feet in a flash, but Wraith was already halfway down the hall by the time he had reached the door to the Conference Room. She glided inside, gasping at the unconscious form of Nurse Sweet laid out on one of the examining tables. Rob knelt at her side, both of his hands clutching one of hers. 

Immediately, Wraith scanned for vital signs and let out a sigh of relief when she detected strong life signs. Gliding over to Rob, she grasped his shoulder firmly. 

"She'll be fine; she's just very weak." Wraith assured with a soft voice. 

Turbo's voice came from the doorway, "Jesus Chr..."

Wraith slid the door closed with her mind. 

If Rob had tear ducts, Wraith knew he would have been sobbing. Instead, his eyes stared into space, pain swirling beneath the surface. 

"We need to clean her and get her warm." Wraith said. 

Rob continued to stare, "How could they do this?" 

Gliding over to the sink Wraith replied, "Because they are monsters, Robert, you know that." 

She returned with a warm washcloth and began wiping smudges of dirt off Nurse Sweet's face and shoulders. 

"I'll kill them." Rob vowed, looking up at Wraith, "I'll fucking kill them all." 

Wraith continued to work, "Just focus on the fact that we have Nurse Sweet back alive. We can worry about retaliation later." 

Rob returned his gaze to Nurse Sweet before saying absently, "I'll find her some clothes." 

"Good idea." Wraith nodded, sliding the door back open, grateful to find the small crowd had dissipated. 

While Rob left to retrieve clothes Wraith continued to tend to Nurse Sweet and when he returned some of the color had already returned to her previously pale face. Gently, Wraith used her powers to dress the unconscious Nurse Sweet in the white tank top and sweats Rob had managed to find. After she was dressed Wraith offered to take her to her room. Rob nodded once and followed Wraith out who held Nurse Sweet eerily aloft as they made their way through the Base. 

Once Nurse Sweet was settled, Wraith urged Rob to join her in the hall. Reluctantly, he conceded and left Nurse Sweet sleeping safe in her bed. 

Clicking the door shut, Wraith asked, "Are you ok?" 

At first Rob didn't answer...couldn't answer, he had seen the woman he loved raped and dumped unconscious at his feet all within an hour. Even for his robotic mind, that was a lot to handle. While his anger had subsided, it was being replaced by a feeling of worry. Worry for Nurse Sweet, worry for the Corps...worry for the world. 

"You know we need to do something, Robert." Nurse Sweet continued after Rob had not answered, "The Party is..."

Rob interrupted her, his voice soft, "Dangerous...I know." 

"I was going to say winning." 

That got Rob's attention.

Narrowing his eyes he stared into Wraith's, "There is no way they are winning. Winning in what way?" 

"Well they've managed to steal you from us, for one." She braced herself for the fight that was coming. 

Wraith had done all she could to keep the Corps on Rob's side, but she couldn't stand by anymore. The Party's recent emotional attack coupled with their dumping of Nurse Sweet right in Rob's already psychologically injured lap meant it was time for action.

"I'm right here, Wraith." Rob said, his voice level, but Wraith could sense the anger simmering just beneath the surface. 

Wraith sighed, "Ever since Nurse Sweet disappeared you've..." 

"Don't finish that statement." 

Angry then, Wraith continued, "You've been moping around. We NEED you, Robert! Giovanni put you in charge." 

Rob's eyes flashed blue for a split second before he spat, "I never even wanted to JOIN this stupid organization!"

"Giovanni saved your life and took you in when you had nowhere else to go!" Wraith protested, trying to control her voice, but failing. 

"What LIFE!? I have no life!" Rage built as Rob took a step toward Wraith, pinning her against the wall, "Whatever life I had was taken by those monsters! And when I try to make a new one for myself," He pointed angrily at the door to Nurse Sweet's room, "They take that too! So tell me, why exactly should I even bother with this bullshit?" 




The Good Doctor: Retaliation Ch. 01



"Step away from me, Robert. You're hurt and angry and about to start something you'll regret." Wraith's eyes glowed a soft purple. 

"You know what?" Rob stepped away from Wraith, his hands held up in defeat, "Fuck you, fuck the Corps; fuck all of this." He started to walk away, "Make sure Nurse Sweet is ok and tell her I'm sorry." 

"Robert!" Wraith held out a hand, her eyes flashed and Rob suddenly froze in midstride, "Don't." 

With a howl, Rob tore away from Wraith's weak bonds and whirled around, his eyes glowing blue. He reached for the sword he wore at his side and with a *bzzz* the blue blade appeared. The half-man advanced toward Wraith, fury in his eyes. 

Just in time, Wraith whirled away from a swinging blow from the sword, her own eyes glowing brightly. The blade slide through the wall like it was butter. Rob tried to yank it out but Wraith held onto it tightly with her mind. Frustrated, Rob reached for his gun and had it pointed at Wraith in one swift movement. He fired, the blue energy bullet narrowly missing Wraith's shoulder. 

"You spoiled little..." The usually reserved Wraith yelled. 

Some invisible force was making Wraith's white cloak to swirl around her as she raised her hands above her head. What started out as a small white orb quickly grew to become a ball of energy as big as a beach ball in between Wraith's hands. Before Rob could react, she hurled the ball at him, hitting him square in the chest.

Rob flew backward with an "oomph", crashing straight through the haul and into the air outside. 

In a flash, Wraith was outside the Base, looking down where Rob had somehow managed to land on his feet. She was too late to dodge the shot of blue energy and it hit her square in the shoulder. A burning pain spread across Wraith's arm and she clutched it angrily. The second shot missed and Wraith disappeared into thin air, reappearing behind Rob. 

As he swung around, Wraith kicked Rob's feet out from under him. He went down with a crash, but managed to grab Wraith by the wrist and pull her down with him. She landed on top of him, her check making contact with the hard plane of his chest. In one motion, Rob flipped Wraith on her back and pinned her hands above her head, his knees pinning her body down. 

Rob's eyes were still glowing blue when he hissed, "I told you to leave me alone. I didn't want to hurt you." 

Wraith, who's own eyes were glowing a bright purple, responded, "And I told YOU to get a hold of yourself." 

"Well it looks like you're in no position to be telling me anything." 

Wraith didn't like this Rob. The Rob she had grown to respect would never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. This was an angry, hurt, confused Rob...who needed to be taught a lesson. 

With a scream, Wraith's eyes became so bright Rob had to shield his eyes with one hand while the other continued to pin Wraith down. When the light became so bright that even Rob's arm didn't stop it from burning his retinas there was a sound like a cannon and Rob was thrown back a few hundred feet. He landed with a *thud* and left a sizable crater at the impact sight. 

Weak from her efforts, Wraith struggled to her feet to stand on unsure footing. She had only done thtat once before, and the receiver had not gotten up so Wraith gasped when she saw Rob leap to his feet like nothing had happened, his eyes now glowing a menacing red...red like the Bi0-Bots. 

"Rob, no." Wraith said weakly, holding her hand out. 

The energy shield Wraith created was much too weak to stop the huge glowing ball of red energy Rob sent hurtling at her. It made contact and sent her flying even further than Rob had flown, but Wraith did not get up as easily. 

Blackness crept at the corners of Wraith's consciousness as she weakly lifted her head to see Rob sauntering toward her, his eyes still on fire with the red glow. He raised his hand, another red orb forming in front of it...

"ROB! ENOUGH!" A female voice yelled. 

A huge wall of flame leapt from the ground, forming a secure barrier between Wraith and Rob. Between the flickering flames, Wraith could just make out Rob as he turned first his head, then his body toward whoever had made the flames.

Flames...Nurse Sweet. 

"Rob, what are you doing?!" Nurse Sweet's voice called. 

Wraith could see Rob lower his hand, his eyes fading from red to blue before returning to normal. 

Rob stared at the ground, "I...I don't know." 

"Wraith, are you ok?" Nurse Sweet brushed the flames aside. She seemed remarkably healthy for someone who, just few minutes ago, had been lying unconscious in bed. The healing ability of Supers never ceased to amaze Wraith. She had seen Giovanni come from the brink of death and back within hours during the War on more than one occasion. 

Wraith herself was recovering rapidly from Rob's attack and managed to get weakly to her feet, "Yes, I'm fine." 

Rob was still staring at the ground, apparently confused about the way he had acted. 

"Robert, get yourself to the Base, we'll talk later." Wraith commanded. 

"You're not in charge." He protested softly. 

"You just completely lost control of your emotions and tried to kill me; something is definitely wrong with you." Wraith persisted, "Until we know more about what exactly it is, you are temporarily relieved of leadership. I will lead in your place." 

Glancing first at Nurse Sweet then Wraith, Rob turned heel and made his way to the ladder leading to the top of the Base. 

Once he had left, Nurse Sweet turned to Wraith, "What the hell happened? One minute I was asleep and next I hear fighting and someone crashing into a wall!" 

"He lost control of his feelings." Wraith stated simply. 

"Lost control...why..." a look of terror appeared on Nurse Sweet's face, "Oh, God!" her hands covered her mouth, "Did he see the..." 

"Nurse Sweet, I suggest you get some rest. Do not concern yourself with the DVD or Robert, you've had a terrible ordeal and need to take care of yourself." 

"I'm fine, I..." 

Wraith interrupted, "Nurse Sweet, please, I already have to deal with the mess that is Robert. Do not give me a hard time about this; go get some rest." 

Instead of protesting, Nurse Sweet rolled her eyes and headed toward the Base. When she had left, Wraith let out a loud sigh and ran her fingers through her long, brown hair. Things were getting out of hand. Slade was loose, Nurse Sweet had been raped, the Good Doctor wasn't being very good, and the Corps had done nothing in response for a month and Party's trail had gone stone cold. 

"Disaster..." Wraith whispered into the air, "Giovanni, what were you thinking? Putting him in charge?" 

When Wraith and the others had formed the Corps all those years ago it had stood for something. Now they were nothing but vigilantes lead by an angry youth. The Party was planning something big. They had to be, now that Slade was loose once more. If the Corps didn't regain its former status as heroes, the Party was bound to win. 

"Not on my watch." Wraith vowed, gliding toward the Base, "Not again." 

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No matter how many switches Rob tinkered with in his mind, he could not manage to turn off his emotions. Normally he liked to feel like he was still human, but now all he felt was pain and regret. His attack on Wraith was unanticipated and definitely not a good example of strong leadership. If Nurse Sweet hadn't shown up when she did, Rob was sure that he would have killed Wraith and probably would have been hunted down by the Corps while the Party made their next move. 

Something was seriously wrong and as much as Rob hated to admit it; he was scared. 

Rob was still searching for the "Emotion Switch" when Nurse Sweet came to see him. She slipped into his wrecked room silently and gave Rob a weak smile. 

"Wraith told me to get some rest, but I didn't want to leave you in here all by yourself." Nurse Sweet said as she hopped up onto the bed where Rob was sitting. 

"She was right, you need rest. And I'm fine." Rob said without looking at her. He was staring at his lap, clearly avoiding eye contact with Nurse Sweet. 

"You're not fine and everyone knows it now." Sweet said. 

Rob raised his head but still did not make eye contact with her, "I saw the video..." 

It was Nurse Sweet's turn to look down at her lap, "That was almost a month ago now..." 

"That long?" Rob had thought it couldn't have been that long ago, why would the Party wait so long to send it? 

"They held me in a cell for the rest of the time. I didn't see Slade or Trapjaw again since the...incident...and all I saw of Engineer was when he brought my food." Nurse Sweet shook her head, "I never meant to be so...so..." Tears were streaming down her face.

"It's not your fault, they drugged you." Rob made no move to comfort Nurse Sweet and his tone was unconvincing.

"I could have tried harder; it was just...easier...to give in." Nurse Sweet lowered her chin to her chest and tangled her fingers in her hair. 

Still, Rob made no gesture of comfort, "You should get some rest now, Wraith will want to talk to you eventually." 

Nurse Sweet raised her head and looked at Rob with tear streaked eyes, "I'm sorry..." She said, lightly touching his arm. 

"Me too." Was his reply. 

Without another word, Nurse Sweet slid down from the bed and slipped out as quietly as she had come. If she had looked back, Nurse Sweet would have seen that Rob's eyes were once again glowing bright, angry red. 

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The Conference Room was buzzing with noise and activity when Wraith walked in. Immediately, Brick broke off his conversation he was having with Hax and walked over to Wraith where had proceeded to give her a tight hug. 

"Are you ok?" Brick asked after Wraith gently released herself from his grasp, "We saw the whole thing. I wanted to help but Nurse Sweet told everyone to stay back." 

"I'm fine. Rob's not hurt and neither is Nurse Sweet." Wraith assured, "I've got Rob in the Sick Bay and I will be taking over as leader until further notice. Any objections?"

There were none. Everyone agreed that Wraith should have been Giovanni's successor anyway seeing how Wraith was the last cofounder of the Corps still on their side. 

"Good. I think we can all agree it's time for a little action." Wraith continued, eying the eager look on more than one member's face. "Now, I..."

"Wraith!" Hax interrupted, practically bouncing with excitement. 

"Yes, Hax?" Wraith asked politely. 

Excitedly Hax conveyed his seemingly important message, "I've been monitoring police scanners and other radio frequencies and have picked up a very recent report of a mutilated animal corpse in the forest surrounding us. The ranger who made the call sounded a little shaken up. Said it didn't look like an animal or a human did it." 

"So, what? Aliens?" Turbo mocked in his southern drawl. 

"Doubt it." Hax continued, unaware of the joke, "I think it may be something worth checking out though." 

"I don't see why." Wraith said honestly, "Unless you think the Party diabolical plan is mutilating animals, it doesn't seem worth our time." 

"Now Hax and I were talking," Brick interjected, coming to Hax's defense, "And we think that it may have been that chick Rob knocked out while we were fighting the Bio-B0ts. You know; the one with the weird metal legs?" 

"What makes you think that?" Wraith asked, remembering the strange woman she had last seen lying unconscious in the basement of Ark Chemicals. 

"Well, we never found her body when we searched the wreckage." Hax explained, "And the reports from the ranger said the animals were cut with razor precision. Didn't Rob say her legs were razor sharp?"

"Yes, but," Wraith still doubted the attacks were relevant, "These attacks sound like another animal, not a person." 

"Who knows how fucked up the mind of this woman is?" It was Turbo who spoke up now, "People can be capable of some pretty messed up things."

"I've noticed..." Wraith said, remembering the War as well as Nurse Sweet's recent ordeal, "Well, if you think its worth checking out I can spare a few of you. Sublime, Turbo, and Nimbus; are you up for it?" 

"Sure thing, boss." Turbo said, clearly glad to be doing something at last. 

Sublime and Nimbus agreed and the trio wasted no time in leaving. Wraith seriously doubted their efforts would be rewarded, but she figured having a mission would boost their morale. 

Hax, Brick, and the boy Echo remained after the others had left. 

"So, what do we do? Can't send those three off on OUR mission and have us sit around and twiddle our thumbs." Hax demanded, slightly annoyed at missing out on some action. 

"Don't worry, I've got a more important job for us." Wraith assured him. 

"What's that?" Brick asked. 

"You, Hax and I are going to take a trip. Echo, you stay here and keep an eye on things. Practice the techniques we've been working on. Rob is here so you shouldn't be in any danger." 

The boy nodded and made a quick departure, never one to stick around. 

"So where are we taking a trip to exactly?" Hax asked, his previous annoyance apparently forgotten. 

"City Hall," Wraith explained, "I think it's time we make friends instead of more enemies."

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Nimbus had decided to take his search to the air (as always) while Turbo and Wraith drove ATVs designed and built by Turbo himself through the forest. Hax had told them all about the ranger's reports before Wraith had shown up and they had coordinates to the latest mutilated animal. Once Turbo and Sublime located the animal using the ATVs' built in GPS they were to send up a flare. Nimbus would sweep the area while Turbo and Sublime would try and track whatever had killed the animal from the ground. 

It didn't take long for the trio to come up with the plan. All three were veteran members of the Corps and had sought out potential super humans using some of the same methods many times before while serving under Giovanni. The only fruitful expedition made in more recent times was when Brick and Turbo successfully tracked down Echo. A series of strange sightings lead them to the twelve year old youth huddled in a city ally surrounded by monstrous images he had unknowingly created. It had been two years since then, but Echo was still emotionally scarred by the trauma. 

Now they were on the hunt again, and Sublime couldn't help but feel like this was what she was meant to be doing. Life before the Corps had been bar fight after another after being discharged from the Marines. Giovanni had taught her how to control her powers and now her life had purpose. As far as she was concerned, Rob wasn't even half the man Giovanni had been. Sure, he had proved himself an effective enough leader during the attack against the Corps, but as soon as things went south he had shut down and lost control. 

"What are you so lost in thought about?" Turbo asked over the engines from where he rode next to her. 

Sublime smiled at him while keeping her eyes on the forest in front of her, "Just about Rob...What the hell happened to the strong leader that led that attack?" 

Turbo shrugged and checked the GPS, "Bear right; and guy just couldn't take pressure, some people can't." 

"Too bad Giovanni didn't see that coming. I know he had faith in him." 

"Giovanni had a big heart, baby." Turbo smiled from behind the aviators he always wore when driving. 

"Don't call me that!" 

"Sure thing, honey." Turbo chided. 

Sublime rolled her eyes and checked her GPS, "We're almost there. Try to focus on the mission." 

"Too busy focusing on the after mission." Turbo growled seductively. 

Sublime slowed her ATV, "Well that might cool you down, big boy."She was pointing at the mutilated corpse of a bear.

The bear was covered with flies and Sublime and Turbo had to cover their noses from the stench as they dismounted. Sublime grabbed the flare gun that was attached to her belt and fired a flare into the sky. A small flash of lighting signaled that Nimbus had seen it while Turbo and Sublime approached the body for a closer look. 

It was immediately clear that no animal had mutilated the bear. Strips of flesh had been methodically peeled off in straight, even lines giving the corpse a striped pattern of pink muscle and black fur. Upon closer inspection it was evident that the skin had been peeled off with surgical precision. 

"Dear God," Sublime said, "It looks like a peeled apple."

"Well thank you for ruining apples for me forever." Turbo said, leaning in close to the head, "It looks like it started right at the snout and continued to peel all the way down the body." 

"But why?" Sublime wondered, reaching for her radio. 

"Well not for food, the meat's all still here," Turbo noticed a heap of fur not one foot from the bear's head, "And apparently not for the fur either." 

Sublime brought her radio to her mouth, "Nimbus, it looks like whatever did this was definitely intelligent. Don't engage with anything you find without waiting for us." 

"Copy, Sublime." Nimbus' voice came crackling through the radio, "How bad is it?" 

"It's pretty gruesome. Turbo and I are going to see if we can't pick up a trail. We'll keep you posted." 

"Sure thing, Sublime; be careful." 

The radio went silent and Sublime placed it back on her belt before leaving the corpse to examine the surrounding trees. Some of them had razor thin slices in their bark that the untrained eye would have missed. 

"How old do you think they are?" Turbo asked, coming over to lend a hand. 

"Too fine to tell...but based on the freshness of that bear I doubt this happened too long ago."

"Hax intercepted the call this morning; whatever did this couldn't have gotten far. I say we follow the cuts in the trees that lead away from the body." 

Sublime nodded her approval and the pair mounted their ATVs and rode off to track the creature that had mutilated the bear. Sublime just hoped that when they found her/it that they would be able to deal with it... 

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Slade pulled herself off of Trapjaw with a soft *pop* and stretched as she lie down next to him on her enormous bed. Sex with the muscular Russian was always a treat and afterword Slade felt relaxed and content, something she had hardly ever felt in the past. There was something about this new body that made living actually bearable; that and the satisfying notion that as she lie there, the Corps was imploding.

Sending the tape to Rob and then sending Nurse Sweet back before his emotions could settle would surely push the Good Doctor over the edge. She had seen his instability when she met him outside the burning Headquarters. He had been filled with such rage so quickly; Slade knew that hitting him in just the right spot would put that rage to good use. 

"Are we finished here?" Trapjaw asked, sitting up on his elbows. 

"Please, don't act like you don't like it when I ride you like a wild horse." Slade teased, playing with her breasts at the thought. 

"It's a great time, but I need to be going soon. The longer we wait..." 

Slade interrupted him, sitting up, "The longer we wait, the more unstable the Corps becomes. I fail to see how that's a bad thing?" 

Trapjaw turned and got out of the bed and found his pants on the floor, "While you may be content spending your days fucking me," he pulled them on, "I would like to see our ambitions come to fruition." 

Slade stretched again before leaping out of bed and coming around to stand before Trapjaw, "Our ambitions will be met and more." She assured, placing a palm on his chest, "You just have to trust me." Her fingers started to drift down his stomach.




The Good Doctor: Retaliation Ch. 02



To keep the narrative straight and alleviate confusion, I'm making a small style change and labeling each section by character, location, and time.

Hope that helps keep things straight!

Not a lot of action in this one but a good deal of set up for bigger things to come. I also threw in a few sex scenes because...you know...what the hell? 

THE GOOD DOCTOR: RETALIATION 

CHAPTER TWO

SUBLIME, FOREST SURROUNDING ARK CHEMICALS, 7:30PM

By the time night fell, the Corps' tracking party of Sublime, Turbo, and Nimbus had had no luck in finding the animal mutilator they had been hunting for most of the day. It was going to be a moonless night so Turbo, had suggested they make camp and continue following the trail in the morning. Sublime had agreed and radioed Nimbus, who was flying high above them, before turning on her tracking beacon so he could find them. 

It was only after two small tents had been pitched and a fire started that Nimbus had finally shown up. 

"Didn't see a damn thing all day." He complained as he landed, "What about you?" 

Turbo was busy preparing dinner so Sublime filled him on the bear they had found stripped of its flesh, the trees with the razor-thin scratches...and their lack of answers. When she finished relating the day's events, dinner was ready and the three sat around the small fire, eating in peaceful silence. 

"We should check in with the Base." Sublime said after they were full. 

She grabbed the radio from her belt and tuned into the Mobile Base's secure frequency while Nimbus and Turbo packed up their dinner supplies. It was fully dark by then and the woods had taken on an eerie quality. 

"Base, this is Sublime, come in."

After about thirty seconds Hax's nerdy voice came through the static, "Sublime, this is Base...was it aliens?" 

Sublime laughed before answering, running her hands through her spiky white hair, "No, Hax, it wasn't aliens. We don't know what it was, but we have a trail we've picked up." 

"So you're camping for the night?"

"We'll continue tracking when it's light out. How are things at the Base? Did Wraith kick Rob's ass yet?"

Sublime had been joking, but Hax's voice took on a serious tone, "No, but she's about an inch from doing just that." 

"Why's that?" Sublime asked, gesturing for Turbo and Nimbus to come listen in, "Rob's in trouble again." She mouthed. 

Turbo grunted, indicating he was not at all surprised while Nimbus looked deeply concerned. 

"Wraith, Brick, and I went to City Hall today," Hax said over the radio, "We had a grand old time; Mortar showed up and I guess Raid's in town too." 

"What!?" Nimbus exclaimed, shocked. 

Public attacks were not a good sign, and Nimbus seemed concerned about these two. It was more than enough to make her a little wary. The sooner they finished with this mission the sooner they could get back to assist the Corps if another attack came. 

"Yeh, be on the lookout...but that's not important." Hax said impatiently. 

"I'd say it is..." Nimbus grumbled, but he let Hax continue uninterrupted. 

"Well we...Wraith and Brick, really...kicked Mortar's ass and the Mayor offered the Corps the full support of the Dallas Government in exchange for our protection..." 

"That a girl!" Turbo praised, meaning Wraith. 

"...so the day was going pretty good," Hax said, ignoring interruptions, "Until we got back to the Base. Apparently Rob had another rage attack...and this time it got embarrassing."

"More embarrassing than attacking Wraith?" Turbo snorted, feeding the fire a few sticks so it wouldn't die.

"Way more!" Hax said, "SLADE came to his bedroom and got all up in his face."

Stunned silence was the only reaction Radio-Hax got from the trio. 

"Yeh I know, right!" Hax said, seemingly enjoying the gossip, "So Slade comes, gets him all mad...and guess what he does?"

Sublime could only imagine, "Kicked her ass I hope!" But she knew that wasn't it.

"I said it was embarrassing." Hax said, annoyed...dramatic pause, then, "He FUCKED her! Right there in his room for the entire Base to hear!" 

"Oh my God!" Nimbus groaned, "The Corps has always been one tight community of hormones...but this!?" 

Sublime and Turbo exchanged a look of horror. How could Rob do that? The Good Doctor himself...sleeping with the enemy. 

"And get this...when Wraith found him after Echo told her what happened..." Hax paused again for effect, "He was naked...in Nurse Sweet's bed!" 

"Good. Lord." Nimbus grumbled. 

"That is the definition of an unhealthy relationship." Turbo shook his head in disapproval. 

"Here's the clincher," Hax had apparently saved the best for last, "Nurse Sweet had seen the whole thing! Walked in on Slade and Rob right in the middle of it! She was all up in arms when Wraith nearly tore Rob's head off for letting Slade escape." 

"She's clearly insane!" Nimbus exclaimed. 

"Nurse Sweet? You're telling me. Anyway, Rob is insisting that he's broken and should be locked up and Nurse Sweet is all about fixing him." Hax sounded very doubtful, "So as you can see, it's kind of a mess over here. Wraith decided to quarantine them in Nurse Sweet's room until I can take a look around inside him; you know, see if any wires are crossed." Hax was silent for a moment, and then in very Hax-like fashion, switched gears completely by saying, "We're also moving to our new Headquarters...possibly tomorrow."

"New Headquarters!? Tomorrow?" Turbo seemed to have forgotten the Rob and Nurse Sweet debacle. 

"Yeh, turns out the Mayor has been waiting for us for years but Giovanni was too distrustful after the war to seek outside assistance again." Hax concluded. 

"Wow." Sublime said, having been mostly silent during Hax's story, "Well, anything else we should be aware of?" 

"Just that I picked up an aircraft flying over the forest where the old HQ used to be, but I don't think it was anything note-worthy." 

"Sounds good, Hax." Sublime said, "Thanks for filling us in. Over and out." 

The radio went silent and the trio took a moment to exchange looks of surprise, disapproval, and worry. Rob had officially gone off the deep-end and it looked like he was taking Nurse Sweet right along with him. 

"We lost the Doctor and Nurse Sweet," Nimbus said solemnly, "And the Party gained Mortar and Raid...not good." 

Sublime silently agreed. Losing the Doctor was a huge loss, and one that she hoped would soon be reversed. Nurse Sweet was a healer...but this might be out of her league. As far as Mortar and Raid were concerned, Sublime knew only about them from a few scouting missions she did for Giovanni back when she had first joined the Corps. It was long after the War and they were still chasing after some of the Party members that had survived Slade's defeat. Apparently Mortar was as big as a house and Raid could shoot a hair off a fly from a mile away. However, it seemed that the Corps' biggest threat was Rob.

In any case, the Corps needed to even the score, and quick, or the Party was going to have a grand old time bulldozing right over them...

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BIO-B0T ON3, FOREST SURROUNDING ARK CHEMICALS, 5:00PM

The animal corpses had baffled Bio-B0t On3 when he first encountered them a few weeks before. They had been peeled of their skin like a person peels a potato; in one continuous piece. Even with his vast stores of knowledge the rogue Bio-B0t couldn't comprehend why someone would do that to the animals...or why he cared about it, but he had been tracking the creature for a month now ever since he had lost his commander, Engineer. 

After seeing his troops of Bio-B0ts get cut down by the invading super humans, On3 had sought out Engineer. He (for he was programmed as a male) had fought his way back to the place he had left Engineer and found him hurrying into a helicopter with Trapjaw and what appeared to be an unconscious woman. On3 had shouted out for commands but Engineer did not return and the helicopter was soon long gone. 

After, On3 had heard a cheer coming from the humans...he had lost the battle as well as his troops within hours. In that moment some kind of invisible bond seemed to snap in On3's brain and he found himself faced with making a completely autonomous decision, something he had never been faced with before. Sure, he could operate independent from outside control, but when it came to what to do with himself, On3 had always turned to Engineer. He could have either stayed where he was or run away from the super humans. 

Knowing the humans were his enemy, On3 had decided to flee into the woods where he would wait for Engineer to return for him. He had waited all night and when he heard the humans coming toward his hiding spot On3 had retreated further into the thick vegetation and trees. That night he heard the sounds of trees being rustled and what sounded like a woman panting, but he had stayed where he was, not knowing if the creature was friend or foe. 

It was not as if On3 feared the creature, just that he was unsure of how well he'd be able to handle a combat situation by himself. Engineer had given him and the other Bio-B0ts all major battle orders through his control panel, but now that he had left...

The day after hearing the noise On3 had started to track the creature from a safe distance, thinking that perhaps Engineer would have wanted it for studying. After a week of neither seeing nor hearing the creature again, he had stumbled across the first animal corpse. Another week brought another corpse, but still the creature had stayed one step ahead of On3. 

As the weeks continued, On3 thought less and less about Engineer until one day he decided on his own that he was now a rogue agent, a soldier without a commander. Something else drove him to continue the hunt, though, and for a month he followed the creature's trail all throughout the woods. 

Now, on a rainy afternoon, he stood before the carcass of a freshly mutilated bear, the creature's usual markers were present...as well as something else's. 

Tire tracks lead up to and away from the bear, and fresh boot prints surrounded it, indicating On3 was not alone in tracking the creature. 

For the rest of the day, On3 had followed the newcomers' trail, wondering who they were and what they wanted with the creature. Whoever they were, they did not seem to fear being followed and made no attempt at stealth. Deep tracks in the mud left by the recent rain were all On3 needed to follow, making his job too easy. 

Because they were on some kind of vehicle, the other trackers managed to pull ahead of On3, but he knew they would camp once darkness fell. The dark was no obstacle to a Bio-B0t so he planned on catching up with them then and discovering who they were and what they wanted. 

A couple hours after and fifteen minutes after total darkness engulfed the forest, On3 heard a voice about a half a mile off. Using his enhanced hearing, he was able to track the voices to a small fire where two tents had been pitched nearby. 

"Finally." On3 said to himself as he slipped silently forward to get a better look at the people. 

"Oh my God!" Someone said loudly, a man with a deep voice. 

On3 crept closer, his black body blending into the dark forest around him. Even his glowing red eyes had been dimmed so as not to give away his position. He was built for power as well as stealth and the people he had been following did not hear or see him approach. When he was close enough to make out the people's features On3 was silently surprised. He recognized the woman with the short, spiked hair as well as the man with the white lightning bolt on his chest. They were members of the Corps, the people who had attacked Ark Chemicals and destroyed the Bio-B0ts. 

They were the enemy. Well...they used to be. Were they still?

On3 had no desire to harm the people, so he decided to wait for them to go to sleep before investigating their camp further. 

The people stopped talking and On3 watched as they silently watched the fire burn out before retiring to their tents; the girl with the spiked hair and the tall, thin man shared one tent while the lighting-man occupied the other. 

On3 did not move until the soft sounds of grunting and sighing stopped coming from the tent with the man and the woman. He started to move silently into the Corps' camp when he heard the sound of metal on metal a quarter mile to the east. 

"The creature!" He exclaimed before silently running toward the noise, completely forgetting about the people and their camp. 

As he got closer, the sounds of metal on metal turned to metal on flesh. The creature was mutilating another animal. Excited, On3 closed in on his prize, a month of tracking was about to pay off. 

Fifty feet from where he knew the creature was, On3 slowed, deciding to air on the side of caution. As he approached the sounds ceased and the forest became silent. On3 strained to hear the creature, but all he could detect were the sounds of nighttime animals and the slow drip of water off the soaked leaves. 

"Who are you and why are you following me?" A voice demanded from behind him. 

On3 whirled around and was faced with a woman in a black skirt and stockings paired with a red pullover. From behind her sprouted eight, ten-foot metal legs which held her six feet off the forest floor. Her eyes were hidden behind a mirrored visor, but On3 could tell she was angry because of the gun that extended from behind her, currently aimed at his head. 

"I know you." On3 responded. 

This was the woman that Engineer had played with.

What had started out as a side experiment performed on one of Trapjaw's castoffs had turned into a dangerous woman, who had torn apart Bio-B0ts like they were mere flesh. She must have been what was mutilating the animals; her metal legs were razor sharp. 

The gun twitched behind her, "Well I don't know you." 

She clearly had no memory of when she woke up from her operation in a fit of rage. She had only been calmed when On3 injected her with a powerful sedative. The whole affair was quite memorable and On3 wondered what else the woman had forgotten. 

"You were a project of Engineer's." On3 explained, "Do you remember the attack on Ark Chemicals?" 

"Engineer? Ark..." The woman was confused and her visor flashed red, "All I remember is Trapjaw," She spat the name, "And then waking up on the floor of some basement that was falling apart around me and these...things...attached to me." She raised two the metal legs and clanged them together. 

"Turn around." On3 wanted to see if her control chip was still attached at the base of her skull.

The woman...Melody, On3 recalled...laughed, "Not likely! Now tell me why you're following me."

On3 wished she would keep her voice down, they were not too far from the Corps' camp that they could not be overheard, "The animal corpses," He said quietly, "That was you, wasn't it?" 

A brief looks of embarrassment crossed the woman's face, "Just practice..." 

"For what?" On3 was genuinely curious. 

"For when I get my hands on Trapjaw!" The woman said angrily, "He's going to pay for doing this to me!" 

On3 figured as much. Trapjaw had raped Melody before handing her off to Engineer. It would make sense that she had a personal score to settle. 

"That sounds reasonable...seeing what he did to you." On3 said matter-of-factly. 

"You don't know the half of it," Melody bit, "Or maybe you do...were you sent by him? You seem to know an awful lot about me." 

"I was under Engineer's command, but now I'm free." On3 explained as Melody's visor flashed red, "You could say I'm a rogue agent...I have no ties to the Party anymore." 

Melody still looked suspicious, "How do I know you're not lying?" 

On3 shrugged, "I am not programmed to lie." 

"What are you, some kind of robot?" Melody came closer to try to get a good look at On3. In the darkness he must have looked like an ordinary man to her. 

"I am a Bio-B0t; part mechanical, part biological." On3 explained proudly, "I too was built by Engineer as was the Bio-B0t army and another rogue named Robert." 

"Well, I guess I can add this Engineer guy to my list of targets then." Melody said, "But I don't trust you, so stop following me." 

Even though On3 had found the animal mutilator and completed his mission, he could not help but feel like leaving the woman was a bad idea. She needed his help... 

"I can help you find them." On3 offered, unsure of why he would betray his previous commander. 

"I don't need your help." Melody snapped, "Now leave me alone."

On3 made no move to leave, "You are living alone in a forest, stripping animals and starving by the look of your vital signs." 

"Don't read my vital signs!" Melody yelled, "I'm perfectly fine, thank you! Now LEAVE!" 

"No, I wish to..." On3 heard a sound, "Shh." 

Melody seemed to have heard something too because she slowly looked around, her gun swiveling from side to side. 

With his night-vision, On3 was able to see the forest as plain as day, but there were trees and thick vegetation that anything could hide in...*thwang*...something slammed into On3's shoulder. He looked down to see a long spear of ice lying on the ground as his feet where it had bounced off his exterior armor. 

"Melody, watch..." On3 started to say, but it was too late. 

The forest was suddenly lit by a blinding flash of white light and Melody let out a scream as her metal legs started to flail wildly. Razor sharp limbs were everywhere and On3 had to dodge and block to prevent them from knocking him to the ground where he would be most vulnerable. Unable to keep her balance with the malfunctioning extremities, Melody crashed into the ground. 

When the flailing stopped and the blinding light subsided, On3 noticed she was face down and unconscious, her extra legs sprawled uselessly around her. 

"Please, we mean you no harm!" On3 yelled at his unseen attackers. 

The temperature of the air around On3 suddenly dropped dramatically. Within seconds, frost had already formed on all the vegetation within a three-foot radius of where he stood. 

"Please...stop...th...is..." On3 tried to speak, but his words were becoming sluggish as the circuitry in his brain started to shut down. 

The cold was making him malfunction. Soon his hard-drive would go into emergency standby.

"It's a Bio-B0t." A man with a Mississippi accent was saying, but his voice sounded distant to On3, "I thought we killed them all?" 

Someone responded to the man, but the air temperature continued to drop and On3's body started going into standby mode. 'Please don't harm her...' was the last thought Bio-B0t On3 thought before he shut down completely...

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MORTAR, DOWNTOWN DALLAS, 9:00PM

Finding the building had proved to more difficult than Mortar expected. It had been twenty six years since he last holed up in the Party's secret base and his memory had never been the best. Raid had complained most of the day as they wandered the city streets, trying to be inconspicuous but failing due to Mortar's huge size. People stared at the odd couple and Mortar was sure at least a few recognized him from the highly publicized fight in the Mayor's office earlier that afternoon. 

"Someone's going to call the police." Raid had whispered after spying a couple whispering and pointing in Mortar's direction. 

"What the fuck are the police going to do? Arrest me?" Mortar growled. 

The tiny Asian woman with the purple hair had given him an annoyed look, "More like shoot you." 

Mortar just rolled his eyes. He had taken a lot worse than a bullet and survived and Raid knew that, she just wanted to bitch. They had walked in silence after that and it was well past dark before Mortar finally said "We're here." 




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The building they stopped in front of was deep in the projects and looked about to fall down. The windows were all blown out and it appeared that a fire had destroyed most of the interior. 

"Was it always this shitty?" Raid asked.

"Always." Mortar stated bluntly. 

Raid had never been to the Secret Base and Mortar had only been there once. They had been late comers to Slade's cause and had only seen any real action in the final battle of the War. After the epic showdown in Nashville where Giovanni defeated Slade, Mortar had abandoned the other members of the Party to their deaths. He stole a motorcycle and raced back to Dallas before anyone noticed he was gone. Mortar had gotten the location of the Secret Base from a friend of a friend and it was there that he hightailed to in order to save his own ass. For three days he had holed up in the underground bunker before deciding to get out of Dallas, where Giovanni's scouts were prowling the streets, picking up stray Party members. 

For years Mortar wandered across the U.S, avoiding Giovanni's trackers, stealing what he needed and sometimes killing for it. After a while the trackers were less plentiful and eventually they had all but disappeared. The Corps' golden years were long gone and for the past couple of years Mortar had lived in relative peace. The 44 year-old former villain had even considered settling down before something made him to decide to return to Dallas, but not before stopping in Austin where he ran into Raid at a strip club. 

They had been in the same unit back in the War but he only really knew her by sight. She had been only a kid during the war, although a deadly one and Mortar found himself extremely aroused as he watched her still-young body writhe up on stage. 

After her dance, Mortar had offered to buy her a drink and they had made quick companions; something Mortar rarely ever did. They stayed in Austin for another month, searching for other Party members, but moved on after somebody (who was it again?) had told Mortar to move on to Dallas. Raid could be annoying at times, but her aggressive spirit and love for discord appealed to Mortar. Plus, she wasn't bad to look at either...the memory of her strip dance haunted his every dream.

"So are we going in or what?" Raid's high-pitched voice demanded. 

Mortar had been so caught up in memories he had almost forgotten where they were. 

"Yeh, come on." The hulking man led her into the building's lobby. 

In the back of the room was an elevator that was unnaturally clean amidst the soot-blackened walls. Mortar stepped around debris as he made his way toward it, Raid following silently after. When they reached the elevator doors Mortar paused. Last time he had been there all he had to do was speak his name and the doors had opened...he just hoped the security hadn't been updated. 

"Mortar." He said to the elevator and waited. 

To his relief, he heard the rattling sound of an old elevator make its way towards them. After about thirty seconds the sound stopped and the elevator doors opened. But just as he was about to enter, Mortar was thrown back ten feet by a blast of energy. Luckily, Raid had been standing to his left and he did not crush her as he was thrown. 

When Mortar had fled from the Mayor's office he hadn't had time to locate his hammer before catching up with Raid (he had sent her to the wrong address). He stood defenseless against an unknown foe who had managed to throw him like he was....Brick...or something. 

"Who's that!?" Mortar demanded. 

Raid had vanished into some dark corner. The compact sniper gun she wore disassembled in a small "Hello Kitty" backpack was probably already put together and aimed at the elevator doors. 

"Is that you, Mortar?" A female voice called from the darkness. 

A faint glow was coming from the elevator and Mortar watched as the silhouette of a woman walked out. 

"Who are you?" Mortar asked again, squinting against the darkness.

The woman giggled, "Silly me, you can't see!" She clapped her hands and suddenly the cracked and broken overhead lights came to life, bathing the room in soft white light and revealing Raid crouched in a corner with a pick gun pointed in the woman's direction, "And Raid!" 

Mortar blinked against the sudden brightness and at the strange appearance of the woman. She had grey skin with black lines running along it, her lips and hair were pitch black and her eyes were black pits. Her outfit consisted of a black leather bra and tight leather pants which Mortar particularly enjoyed noticing...

"One more time," Mortar growled at the strangely sexy woman, "Who. Are. You?" 

For a moment the woman looked confused, and then she laughed, "Oh yeh! New body!" She ran her hands down it seductively, "It's me, Slade!" 

Raid came cautiously forward, her petite body tense and ready for anything, "Slade is a man." 

The woman who called herself Slade rolled her eyes, "I am everything, darling, catch up." 

'Well she definitely has Slade's air of superiority' Mortar thought. 

"A well deserved one, I assure you." The woman said. 

"Well you can read minds..." Mortar was still not completely convinced. 

"Never satisfied..." The woman said before throwing her head back and reaching her arms out at her sides. 

A sudden breeze flew through the building and the air became charged. The lights that had just recently came to life started blowing out one by one with loud *pop*s. Shadows of grotesque shapes and creatures danced along the walls and across the floor. One shadow came close to Mortar and paralyzing fear gripped him. Whispers came from around him and the edges of his vision were starting to fade. Soon the darkness would take him....

"Stop!" Mortar shouted.

The shadows disappeared as the lights came on once more. The woman...Slade, Mortar was now convinced...stared at him expectantly. 

"Convinced?" She asked, cocking her head.

"Convinced." Mortar said and Raid nodded in agreement. 

"Good!" Slade exclaimed, "Now what the hell are you doing here?" 

"We're members of the Party aren't we?" Mortar asked.

Slade narrowed her eyes, her mood suddenly dark, "You ran away..." She accused. 

Unnerved, Mortar's voice became quiet, "How did you..." 

"I know all!" Slade barked, "I've watched my Party from my prison for twenty six years...no one bothered to rescue me. Instead, you all ran away from Giovanni like frightened children!" 

"If Giovanni defeated YOU, we never thought..." Mortar started, wishing Raid would jump in at any time. 

"I was never DEFEATED!" Slade screamed and a light bulb blew, "I was IMPRSIONED! ABLE TO BE RESCUED!" 

Slade's fury was infamous, and Mortar was starting to get nervous. When he heard that Slade was freed he was expecting to be welcomed back. 

Slade was still ranting, "But no one came to RESCUE me...instead...I had to OUTSOURCE! An entire army of super humans and I get stuck with a crazy Russian and his business partner, not to mention the whack job scientist!" 

"Slade, if we had thought..." Raid said softly, and Mortar could see she was trying very hard to contain her own quick temper. 

"Save it, Raid." Slade said, suddenly calmer, "I just had to vent a little frustration. You have no idea how annoying this Russian is. 'World domination, blah blah, money, blah blah, revenge, blah blah BLAH'." 

"So...you do want us back?" Mortar asked tentatively. 

"Want is a strong word, dear, more like NEED." Slade said, "I sent a message out to all surviving members of the Party to come and relieve me of this torment." 

So that's where Mortar had heard Slade was back...from Slade herself. Clever. 

"Come on now, you're back in." Slade said as she turned back toward the elevator. 

Mortar glanced at Raid and they exchanged a look before following after their long-lost leader. The three of them piled into the elevator, Mortar ducking to avoid hitting the ceiling and Raid and Slade squished into a corner to avoid Mortar's huge size. 

"So I saw the news today," Slade said as the elevator creaked and groaned downward, "Take a little detour before coming to see little old me?" 

Mortar laughed deep in his chest, "Yeh, happened to notice a news report that said the Corps had raided City Hall and was holding the Mayor hostage; I had to check it out for myself. I sent Raid to you, but I realized I gave her the wrong address somewhere between sending Wraith into the pavement and Brick into a wall." 

Slade smirked, "They kicked your sorry ass, didn't they?" 

"They're strong..." Mortar grunted. 

The elevator came to a shuddering stop and the doors slid open, revealing a large room. The floors were a dark hardwood and the walls were painted pitch black. Dark leather couches and chairs were placed tastefully around a giant fireplace that wasn't lit. In one corner, a full bar housed various vintage liquors. Long hallways lead off in three directions and the fourth wall opened up into a huge kitchen outfitted with the latest equipment. Slade had always had a taste for the finer things, and the Party's safe house exemplified that taste. 

"Don't worry," Slade told Mortar as they stepped off the elevator, "The Corps won't be a problem for long." 

"That'd be wonderful." Mortar said, "Do you have a plan?" 

"Tomorrow, Mortar, when more people have arrived." Slade said, yawning, "Right now, I'm tired, bedrooms are down that hall." She pointed at the hallway directly across from them, "I've got to see Engineer before I turn in though, so help yourself to any room but the one at the end of the hall." 

"Thanks." Mortar said. 

Slade shrugged and shuffled down a hall to the right of the elevator, "Whatever." 

Raid lead the way across the great room and down the hall, pausing before a door second from the left, "Good a one as any." She said and reached for the doorknob, "See you tomorrow." 

Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through his veins from his encounter with Slade; maybe it was the months of traveling with Raid and looking but not touching; or maybe it was pure craziness that made Mortar grab Raid's hand and spin her around to face him. Maybe it was pent up sexual frustration that made him trap her arm behind her back and force her against his huge body. Perhaps some kind of spell cast by Slade made Mortar lean down almost bent double and place his lips an inch from Raid's; an open invitation. Mortar was never one for flirting, but he wouldn't force this on Raid. He could feel her heart pound against his stomach where her chest pressed close. She was so small in his arms and so vulnerable...but Mortar waited for Raid to make the first move. 

"Mortar..." She whispered, her voice filled with surprise and uncertainty. 

Mortar remained silent; just stared into Raid's blue eyes and seeing a million thoughts per second racing behind them. Slowly, her previously tense body started to relax against his and her lips parted...but Mortar remained where he was, breathing steadily. He would let her make this decision.

Something gave in a heartbeat and suddenly Raid met Mortar's lips, tentatively at first but then with more hunger. It must have been a strange sight, Mortar bent double while Raid stood on her toes, their tongues dueling with passion. When Raid had started to relax, Mortar released her arm and now her hands were roaming over the broad expanse of his sides and lower back, exploring the hard muscle beneath his black tank-top. 

When Raid found the hem of Mortar's shirt her hands slipped inside. A moan escaped from her mouth as she felt the smooth skin and hard muscle and her head fell back, leaving it up open for Mortar's hungry lips.

Mortar kissed and sucked his way across Raid's exposed neck and around her lower jaw. She moaned in response, her hands traveling further up Mortar's back. Raid was so small she couldn't reach all the way around Mortar's torso. Most woman Mortar had been with were above average in height to compensate for Mortar's size. Since a young age Mortar had been huge at just under eight feet tall (it wasn't until later that he found out it was because he was more than human), but this woman was so small...

Mortar growled at the thought of pushing his enormous cock into her tiny body. She would squirm and squeal as he slowly forced his way inside...but Mortar knew she would cum buckets at the sensation.

Raid pulled away from Mortar's roaming lips and stepped back, panting, "Inside." She said and opened the door. 

Stooping, so as not to hit the doorframe, Mortar followed after. Raid was already pulling her yellow tank-top with the purple bulls-eye on the front and the long sleeve black shirt she wore underneath off over her head, revealing small breasts hidden by a red lace bra. They would be fun to play with, but what Mortar really wanted was hidden beneath her short, black frilled skirt. That came off next, leaving her with nothing but matching bra and panties and black fish-net stockings. 

Mortar's cock stiffened at the sight of her standing there, and his already tight blue jeans became a lot tighter. Already, Mortar could smell the musky scent of Raid's arousal. He peeled off his tank-top for her, revealing the enormous chest and abdominal muscles that were covered with a layer of wiry hair. 

"Come here." He growled and Raid obeyed, seemingly hypnotized by the titan. 

Standing in front of Mortar, the top of Raid's head only came up to halfway between his navel and his sternum. She used her hands to boldly explore the contours of Mortar's rock-hard muscles and placed wet kisses down his stomach. Muscles jumped beneath her lips and the air cooled the spots where she explored. Raid's mouth was quick and talented and she knew all the right spots to make Mortar's mind go wild and his cock pulse with arousal. Soon his hips were involuntarily bucking against the small woman and he feared he would send her across the room if he lost control. 

Mortar looked down at Raid; she looked even smaller when viewed in comparison with his massive expanse of iron muscle. Her hands lightly scratched their way down Mortar's stomach and landed on the waist of his jeans. Using her tiny fingers, Raid unbuttoned the jeans and forced them down his thick legs, but was forced to stop when she reached his boots. It didn't matter, her prize had been uncovered and Mortar would not be going anywhere. 

Having no room in his jeans for underwear Mortar's massive cock leapt out of his pants, almost smacking Raid in the face. He couldn't help but let out a low rumble of laughter.

"Easy there," He said, stepping out of his jeans and boots, kicking them aside, "Don't want you to get hurt." 

Raid wasn't paying attention; instead she was running her hands over the length of Mortar's cock. It was as long as her forearm and as thick as a normal-sized man's wrist. For a moment Mortar wondered if it would actually fit in Raid's snatch, but all thoughts were driven from his mind when her tongue started working over his sensitive head. The sensation of Raid's quick, skilled tongue was exhilarating and he sucked in a breath as she continued her oral exploration down his shaft. 

Mortar knew there was no way it would fit in Raid's mouth, but she was treating it like a lollipop and that was good enough for him. Soon her hands joined the mix and Mortar saw a drop of pre-cum form which was quickly lapped up by an anxious Raid. Reaching down, he softly gripped Raid's hair to get her attention. 

"Raid," He grunted as her hands played with his tool and her tongue left wet trails all over it, "I think I need to sit down." 

"Need a break?" She teased and then gave his cock one more, long lick before releasing it and standing up.  

Growling, Mortar scooped up the tiny Asian in his arms and, after taking one large stride, dumped her on the queen sized bed where she squealed and tried to back away playfully. Mortar grabbed her leg and dragged her back toward him. Bending down, Mortar used one hand to tear way Raid's panties, exposing her tiny pussy, glistening with moisture. It was completely shaved save a small patch of hair right above her...

"Pierced clit?" Mortar inquired, "Kinky, kinky girl..." 

"What are you doing all the way up there?" Raid teased, sitting up to unhook and remove her bra, "Don't you want to get a closer look?" 

Raid crawled up the bed, exposing her tiny ass and glistening sex to Mortar before turning around to lie on her back. Lewdly, she spread her legs wide, inviting Mortar to come between them. 

Slowly, Mortar knelt on the bed. It squeaked and groaned at his massive weight and Mortar wondered if it would break when he finally got around to fucking Raid. That was a problem for later, though, for right then there was a succulent present right before him that he couldn't wait to taste. 

"What are you going to do to me?" Raid asked, pinching her nipples and arching her back.

"I'm going to lick your cunt until you cum all over my face." Mortar growled, grabbing Raid's thighs and hooking her legs over his massive shoulders. 

He could smell the arousal coming from her leaking cunt and feel her heat as he leaned in closer. Mortar gripped Raid's hips to pull her in the last few inches he needed to get at her snatch. Her waist was so small his thumbs touched right above her clit. Experimentally, Mortar moved his left thumb down a half an inch and flicked on end of the metal bar that was pierced through it. 

Raid let loose a gasp and Mortar watched as a small gush of moisture escaped her opening. He used his tongue to quickly lap it up, savoring the unique taste. 

"Do you like that?" He asked, the vibrations from his deep voice elicited another small gasp from her. 

"Yes. Do it more." Raid said as she rubbed her body and teased her nipples. 

Complying, Mortar flicked the piercing again. 

"Like that?" Mortar asked, flicking the bar again and again, watching her pussy quiver each time. 

"More..." She hissed.

"I am doing it more..." Mortar teased, enjoying Raid's exasperated sigh. 

"DO more!" She moaned, clawing desperately at his hands, trying to get at her own sex, but Mortar prevented it. 

"Tell me what you want." Mortar said, continuing to flick her piercing and occasionally licking up the moisture that trickled out of her opening with the tip of his tongue. 

"I want you to fuck my tiny pussy with your tongue." Raid moaned. 

"My pleasure..." Mortar rumbled before sliding his tongue from the base of her sex to her clit. He gave her piercing a flick with the tip before sucking it into his mouth. Fingers tangled in Mortar's long blond hair as Raid encouraged his efforts, grinding her sex against his mouth. He could barely breath he was pressed to tight against her, but the tangy taste and exhilaratingly musky smell of her sex was worth it. 

"Do you like this?" Mortar asked as he licked and sucked the outside of her cunt. 

"Yess..." Raid hissed, tugging at his hair. 

She clamped her thighs tight around his head when his tongue plunged into her heat, her pussy so tight that Mortar's tongue was met with resistance. As he penetrated and lapped at her inner walls Mortar's thoughts again turned to forcing his cock into her unyielding sheath. First he would need to make her cum in order to make the penetration more pleasurable for her.

Redoubling his efforts, Mortar used his thumb to grind down hard on Raid's pleasure button. Her previous moans and sighs were becoming louder. Under his fingers Mortar could feel the rapid rise and fall of her soft stomach and when her hands fisted his hair hard he knew she was close to cumming. 

"Cum for me." Mortar commanded thumbing her clit, "Cum all over my face." 

Raid was eager to comply, "Fuck....fuck.....FUCKKK!" She screamed as she let go. 

Moisture gushed out of her cunt where Mortar eagerly lapped it up. As she came Mortar continued to apply pressure to her clit. It wasn't until a full thirty seconds later that Raid's orgasm subside enough for her to release his head from between her thighs. 




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Mortar's mouth and beard shined with moisture as he grinned up at her, "You're quite the screamer." 

"The small ones always are." Raid said out of breath. 

Unhooking her legs from his shoulders, Mortar shifted so that he was on his back lying next to Raid, "Ready for the main act?" 

Raid eyed his massive member which was standing proudly erect between his thighs. A look of doubt quickly crossed her face before she hid it. 

Mortar saw, though, and he stroked her purple hair reassuringly, "Don't worry; I'll let you be in control." 

"It's just so..." Raid sat up next to the giant, "Big." 

Mortar put his hand on her back, pulling her down to his chest. She molded against him, so small against his massive body she looked almost like a doll. Sharp nipples dug into his chest as he dragged her toward his mouth. For a while Mortar just held Raid, kissing her lips and slowly stroking her sex with his fingers, feeling her wetness. 

"Just take it slow." He said eventually, gently lifting her thigh, indicating she should straddle him. 

Raid climbed up onto the titan, her legs spread wide over his abs as she sat up, her hands just below his sternum. Mortar could feel her arousal dripping into his navel, making his cock twitch. Slowly, Raid slid back toward Mortar's waiting cock, her still-wet cunt leaving a trail of moisture. When she reached his pelvis she gasped. 

"It half as big as me!" Raid said, "It'll never fit." 

"It doesn't all have to fit," Mortar assured, getting impatient with lust, "Even a small part of it wrapped around your tight little pussy will be enough for me." 

Mortar felt as another rush of moisture escaped from Raid's snatch. It was warm and wet against his pelvis and formed droplets on the thick nest of hair that grew there. If Raid got this wet thinking about what it'd feel like stuffed with his prick he couldn't wait to see how wet she would get with it actually inside her. 

Gently, Mortar gripped Raid's tiny hips and lifted her off his body. Without resistance, he guided her so she was standing above his cock. Even standing straight, Raid's snatch was only about a foot from the tip of his member. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the head of Mortar's cock and was soon joined by a drop of moisture from Raid's pussy. The combined fluid ran down his shaft as Mortar supported Raid's descent toward it. 

When she was an inch from the tip of his cock, Mortar could feel the heat coming from her. It sent tingles of excitement down his shaft and he was almost tempted to forgo control and slam her home in one move. Reason prevailed though and soon the two met. 

"Are you ready?" Mortar asked, praying to God she was. 

"Yes." Raid replied, her voice coming from some distant place. 

She was ready. Slowly, slowly, Mortar guided Raid down onto his cock. Immediately the thick head stretched her pussy and her tight walls gripped it hungrily. 

"OH!" Raid gasped as he pushed her down further. 

A trickle of her arousal escaped and ran down his shaft, leaving a warm, wet trail. Millimeter by millimeter Mortar eased Raid onto himself. With each shift of his hands, each twitch of his cock and with each inch that entered her, Raid let out a cry or squeal of pleasure. Soon her snatch was leaking fluid like a faucet and thin rivers of her arousal were soaking his shaft and leaving his pubic hair soaked. 

"How does that feel?" Mortar growled, feeling pretty damn great himself with his cock being held like a vice by her wet, hot inner folds. 

"I've never been this full!" She gasped, staring down at their joining for the first time. 

Only four inches of Mortar cock was inside her but she was stretched further than she had ever been. Soon Mortar would reach her cervix and they would have to stop, but that would be enough for him. He had never been able to slide his cock all the way home and had learned to live with just the feeling of the incredible tightness of every snatch he'd been in. 

"It won't all fit." Raid sighed when she saw how much was still outside her body. 

"That's ok; you're so fucking tight it doesn't matter." Mortar said through gritted teeth as he tried to retain control, sliding another inch inside of Raid. 

"Don't you dare cum." Raid said as she pushed herself down another half an inch, "You still need to fuck me." 

Mortar grinned; she was getting bolder now that her initial fears were being replaced by pleasure. Another half an inch and he had six inches of his cock slid inside, another inch and she'd be at her limit. 

"One more inch," Mortar told Raid, "Are you ready to cum?" 

"Wha...AAAAHH!" Raid screamed when Mortar pulled her down the last inch, hard. He had hit her cervix at last and she was now completely filled, making Raid orgasm around him. A small spurt of liquid shot out of Raid's pussy and landed on his lower abs, the rest cascaded down the last half of Mortar's cock. It trickled down his shaft and balls, landing on the sheets and making a wet spot where it landed. All the while Raid was screaming, "Ohhhh....FUCKKK!! OH FUCK! OH! OH! FUCKKKK!!!"

The walls of her pussy were spasming around Mortar and it was all he could do not to lose control and spill himself inside her. After a few more piercing "FUCKS" Raid's orgasm subsided. She was quite the sight, crouched over Mortar with his cock half in and half out of her; Raid was so tiny it was almost absurd. 

"You need to fuck me now..." Raid said, sweat glistening off her skin, "Before I pass out..." 

It wouldn't be the first time Mortar had made a woman pass out before he was finished (not that it stopped him before). Holding on to Raid, Mortar shifted so he was sitting upright, facing her. Using one hand to support himself and the other to support Raid, Mortar rolled around so that Raid was lying on her back, Mortar's cock still embedded inside her. The change of position allowed Raid to relax and for a moment it looked as though she was indeed going to pass out until she said, 

"Fuck my cunt, Mortar, fuck it so hard it hurts for days." 

"Be careful what you wish for." Mortar said before slowly withdrawing from her snatch. 

"It feels so empty!" Raid pouted when all but Mortar's head remained inside her, "Fill me up again!" 

With one thrust Mortar hit her cervix, causing Raid to gasp in pleasure in surprise. 

"Again!" She squealed, and Mortar complied. 

With each thrust he got faster and Raid's shouts got louder and more lewd. 

Soon, Mortar's skin was glistening with his efforts and his thrusts were coming strong and fast. A familiar sensation was starting to wash over Mortar and he knew he was going to cum. 

"Almost there." He grunted as he plowed into Raid. 

"Fill me up with it." She demanded. 

Within seconds Mortar was cumming. With a final thrust he embedded his cock inside Raid as far as it would go and sprayed her insides with his thick seed. It wasn't until after the first few powerful spurts that Mortar noticed Raid was also cumming (and screaming) along with him. A mixture of their fluids was leaking out from where they were joined, but still Mortar kept cumming...and cumming...and cumming. 

Even after Raid had stopped, Mortar continued, feeling the hot mixture around his member as it oozed between it and her walls, trying to escape. 

When Mortar had finally finished he slowly pulled out of Raid, bringing a rush of fluid with him. Raid's snatch was a gaping hole where a tight slit had been just a little while ago, but Mortar knew it would be hot and tight for him once more very soon. Semen flowed out of the hole like a river, staining the sheet between Raid's legs but she paid it no mind...she was passed out.

Getting up, Mortar searched the floor for his discarded tank-top. When he found it, he returned to the bed and gently wiped Raid clean of their fluids. Instead of cleaning the sheets, he moved Raid over to a relatively clean spot before heading to the door. 

"Leaving?" Raid's soft voice called from the bed. 

"Don't worry, I'll still be here tomorrow night." 

Raid didn't reply; she was fast asleep.

Quiet as he could, Mortar stepped into the hallway...and ran straight into an old man with frizzled grey hair and mirrored safety goggles. The man when sprawling onto the floor, where he looked up at Mortar, terrified. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Mortar asked. 

"E-engineer, sir." The man said with a frightened voice. 

Mortar had not gotten dressed, so he stood naked before the man, his massive cock swinging almost menacingly between his legs. This Engineer character had been right outside his door...probably peeking through the keyhole at him and Raid. 

"Spying again?" A female's voice drifted down the hall. 

Slade came sauntering toward the two men, one hand on her hip. 

Engineer scrambled up before scampering off without another word. Slade watched him go before approaching Mortar. 

"Enjoying your stay so far?" She asked knowingly, standing before him.

"I've been meaning to do that with her since I first saw her strip in Austin." Mortar explained. 

Slade laughed and planted her hands on his chest, rubbing his skin and running his hair through her fingers, "You'll have to give me a piece of that action one of these days." 

A hand was running down Mortar's torso, across his abs and around his growing member. The caress was gentle and Mortar could feel himself getting hard again. 

"Watch this." Slade said and her eyes flashed.

All at once the sensation of pure pleasure wracked through Mortar's body and it was a moment before he saw he was cumming...all over Slade. 

She stood with her head thrown back and her hands running all over her body, spreading his cum around. When Mortar's sudden orgasm ceased Slade continued rubbing herself, one hand slipping into her tight pants. Her fingers made a plunging motion as she brought herself to orgasm. 

"Now I'm all worked up." Slade pouted, removing her hand from her pants, "I'll have to go find some relief...good night!" 

Mortar watched as Slade walked off toward the end of the hall. When she had gone through the door and closed it, Mortar finally moved toward a room across the hall from Raid's. As he lay in bed he began to wonder what kind of person this new Slade was. Back during the War he had been dark, brooding, and merciless. Now he was a she and she seemed dangerously unstable as evidenced by her extremely bizarre behavior in the hall. 

Before drifting off to sleep, Mortar decided that he would play along with this new Slade...but the second things went south for him, he'd be gone in a heartbeat. Let the other Party members deal with the crazy...he was only in it for the killing...and the women. 

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ROB, MOBILE BASE, 8:00AM

Rob woke up before dawn to find Nurse Sweet snuggled against his side. Being part machine meant Rob never had to sleep, but the previous day's events had been too much for him to deal with so he had shut himself down and rested. Waking up with Nurse Sweet next to him was almost enough for him to consider sleeping every night. Her long, red hair was fanned around her back, and strands of it tickled Rob's sides. He could feel her soft breath on his skin and feel the gentle rise of her chest as she slowly breathed. 

Rob noticed his own chest did not rise and fall, a constant reminder of his lost humanity. 

The previous night's events had been a huge mistake, Rob knew that now. Something inside him had snapped...twice...and his friends and lover had paid the price. He should be locked up somewhere he couldn't hurt anyone. Should be dismantled like the machine he was, his parts incinerated. 

Yet he was here, in the embrace of the woman he loved, her mouth planting sweet kisses along his abs...

"Well, good morning." Rob said as Nurse Sweet began to pull the sheet away from him. 

"Mmmm....good morning." Nurse Sweet responded, her lips continuing their journey toward the point of no return. 

Rob fisted the sheets as her tongue dipped into his navel, "Maybe we should...ah!...talk about last night before we...oh!...get down to busine—woah!"

Nurse Sweet's mouth had found his already-erect member and had taken his full length into its depths, cutting his protests off short. 

Torturously slow, Sweet pulled her mouth from his cock, smiling when it exited with a 'pop'. 

"What was that?" She teased, her hair gloriously tousled from sleep. 

"I was just saying," Rob continued, trying not to notice the way her nipples looked when she was aroused, small and pointed, made for sucking, "That we really need to tal—geez!" 

Sweet's hand had found its way to his sac and she raked her nails gently over it, cutting him short again, "We can talk later. Right now I just want to suck your cock." 

"Fine...later..." Rob said through gritted teeth as her hand continued its massage on his balls, "But we WILL talk." 

Instead of agreeing, Sweet lowered her head back down onto his cock and began to rise and fall on it. Her hand had not left his balls and her other hand, he noticed, was busy rubbing her clit and plunging shallowly into her crease, getting wet from her rapidly spreading juices. 

"Have I ever told you how amazingly sexy you are when you play with yourself?" Rob said, mesmerized by her actions. 

In response, Sweet moaned around his cock. The vibrations heightened his own pleasure and he thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth. 

Nurse Sweet's finger was joined by another and their thrusts into her cleft became more urgent. Soon her thumb joined in, pressing her clit and making her moans around Rob's dick more and more frantic. 

Rob had been fighting for control since she started her attentions and was now ready to burst, "Baby, I'm going to cum...don't swallow it." 

With a final thrust, Rob's climax roared through him, rapidly filling Nurse Sweet's mouth with his cum. When it subsided, Sweet sat back on her heels and opened her mouth, showing Rob the white cream within. 

"Dirty girl." Rob chided. 

Nurse Sweet closed her mouth and smiled before leaning further back and tilting her head forward. Rob watched in fascination as cum started dribbling from her mouth and onto her body. It slid from between her breasts down her stomach. Some pooled in her navel while more traveled down her shaved mound and down her slit. 

"Dirty, dirty girl." Rob repeated, stunned at her wanton behavior. 

Swallowing the little bit of cum that remained in her mouth, Nurse Sweet said, "Almost done." 

During her display, Nurse Sweet's fingers had not ceased their actions on her cunt and the rapid rise and fall of her chest indicated orgasm was not far off. Using Rob's cum as extra lubricant, Nurse Sweet's fingers plunged rapidly in and out of her pussy while her other hand toyed with her clit. 

Deciding to help her along, Rob stood up on his knees and moved closer to Sweet. Gently, his hand removed the one that was plunging into her and replaced it. He kept up her frantic pace, pausing only long enough to scoop some of his own spunk off her belly to add to the copious amount of fluid already leaking out of her. 

"Are you going to squirt for me?" Rob whispered, rubbing his fingers roughly against her engorged g-spot. 

She was. Finally her climax arrived, and she squirted all over Rob's hand, arm and body. The warm, clear juices ran in rivulets down his muscles. With a sigh, Nurse Sweet collapsed against Rob, who wrapped his arms around her and brought her down to lay with him while they recovered from the morning's activities. 

"I've got to go clean up." Rob told her after a few moments, "Then I'll be back to talk." 

"I'll be here." She said as Rob got out of bed and found a pair of boxers. 

He snuck down the hall to the shower, grateful he didn't run into anyone who might be curious as to why he was covered with fluid. After a quick wash, he started making his way back to Nurse Sweet's room to have a serious conversation. 

Apparently she had other ideas and he ran into her in the hallway, fully dressed and ready for the day. 

"I thought we were going to talk?" Rob said, frowning. 

Nurse Sweet smiled, "Right now I need some coffee."

Rob didn't like the way she was avoiding the problem, but he didn't want to argue with her right now. 

"How long until you're ready?" He asked. 

"Well I need to eat, have coffee, and then Wraith wants to have a quick meeting with us. Nimbus, Turbo, and Sublime are returning with two prisoners and we need to start talking about moving to the new HQ." She explained, ticking the items off on her fingers, "Do you have something you can do until I'm done?"

Rob sighed, "Well, Wraith told me last night after her tirade to meet Hax this morning. Apparently he's going to try to figure out why I'm so prone to these attacks of rage lately." He gave her a half hearted smile, "It's not like I'd be welcome at the meeting anyway." 

"Well, have fun with that." Nurse Sweet started to walk away, seeking her coffee. 

Rob called after her, "Nurse Sweet!" 

She turned. 

"We really need to talk about last night." Rob said gravely. 

"We will...later...I promise." Nurse Sweet promised with a smile. 

'Right, later...' Rob thought as he walked into the Sick Bay. Hax was already there and as soon as he saw Rob he started rattling off about how he was right about the bear mutilations...something Rob had no idea about. While Rob liked Hax and his quirky nature, the last thing he needed to listen to was one of his famous rants. Nodding politely at various intervals, Rob hopped onto the examining table while Hax prattled on and prepared his tools for examination. 

He came around behind Rob and told him to numb his pain receptors. Rob obeyed and it wasn't long before he knew Hax was inside his head, a sensation Rob didn't find overly pleasant. 

'It is going to be a long day' Rob thought right before his world went dark. 

"Oops! Sorry, nicked something." Hax said from behind him. 

'Long day...' Rob thought again, 'Very, very long day.' 

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BIO-B0T ON3, FOREST SURROUNDING ARK CHEMICALS, 10:00AM

Bio-B0t On3's hearing came back online first. While his world remained black, the sounds of a heated conversation could be heard nearby. Judging by the direction the voices were coming from, On3 concluded that he was either lying on the ground or hanging upside-down...and he hoped it was not the latter. 

"We should question them first!" A female voice said softly but firmly, followed by "They are the enemy! We KILL the enemy..." this time a louder, male voice tinged with a southern drawl. 

On3 recognized the voices as belonging to the humans who he had first followed and had been attacked by...when?...last night? How long had it been? 

Tactile sensors were coming back online, and On3 was relieved to discover he was not hanging upside down, but rather slumped limply on what he was sure was the forest floor. Further investigation revealed his hands were secured behind his back by what seemed to be handcuffs. They wouldn't hold him long, but he decided to listen to the humans for al little longer while the rest of his body came back online. 

"I agree with Sublime," A deep, rumbling voice said calmly, "We need to take them both back to Base and question them. They may know something about where the Party is hiding." 

"They don't know anything." The man with the drawl was saying, "They were left behind. That means they're unimportant." 

"If they're so unimportant then why kill them?" The woman asked. 

"Unimportant doesn't mean not dangerous. For all we know they've got one mission: kill the Corps." Southern Drawl said. 

On3 could almost hear the woman roll her eyes before spitting, "You are such a MAN! Kill first, ask questions later."