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Main Cast:

Lillith "Miss Kitten" Groves
Shawn Mather
Jericha Moore
Lorence "X" Floight
Black Widow
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Music: Duality - Slipknot

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Time: Approx. Five Months Ago.... 5:30am, Kitten's Los Angeles Home

I feel like shit for drinking last night. I shouldn't have. It was a promise I had made to myself a long time ago. To myself and to Abbie. Life is full of broken promises, aren't they? But it only figures that I would go and ruin myself over this. It always comes down to the bottom of the bottle. I am not an alcoholic. I am not a drunk. I am a manic depressive. There is a difference. I've been sitting here wasted for the past four and a half hours, I can still taste bile. I smell like the bar, and I am still exactly where I was a month ago. I still can't find her. It is ripping me apart. Oh God, please help me. I can't keep going on like this. I can't keep this burden.. this... game you like to play with my life. I get something for a short while that makes everything right... everything is perfect and it seems that the fate of all those I wanted to kill or seriously injure is finally at peace. But then you turn around and take it all away from me with a clean swipe of your hand. I am tired of it. I am tired of following these small leads I keep getting that lead me nowhere. She could be hungry.... she could be crying or cold. DON'T YOU FUCKING CARE!?!?

No, you don't. I know you don't. Because it keeps happening. I grew up in it, I was raised in hell. Yet I still sang in your churches. I still cried as I ate the bread and drank that stupid fucking grapejuice they call your blood and body. Just like everybody else. Just like every helping hand I have ever had extended my way. I can smell it, you fucking slime. I know you wiped your ass with it. Just like everybody else.

She sat in the darkness, staring out the window to the slightly blue horizon. Day was approaching. Raindrops fell slightly on the windowpane against her feet where they were propped up. Her eyed swollen with tears and the smell of whiskey still on her breath, she didn't even remember how she got home. She was aching inside. With a slight sob and the drop of a tear against her breast, she intently watched the horizon, as if the Lord Himself was watching.

I don't know what to do anymore. I am about to tear my FUCKING hair out. How come this happens? I was pulled out of my underground training and crime and hatred and put here to do something a little more constructive. I've created a legend for the people out there. Someone they can cheer or jeer for. I was EVERYTHING in the XWE before that rat bastard cheated on me, and pushed me off a guard rail. I lost my child that day. Is he or she running wild in the clouds in front of you? Hell if I know. But I put an end to that, didn't I? But you couldn't stop there. I was fine being all alone. But more and more of the same kind of fucking men waltzed into my life. They ruined my pride, my hope, my heart, my faith. Everything. But I found you again, God. I found you again and I put my trust in you even though there has been no fruit for the sacrifices I've made. I was too young to know the difference when the worst of it all happened. So does that condemn me? Everything I've done? I'm a product of my environment, you know. And you were the prick who made the environment.

I work hard for everything I do. No, I don't work. I have to FIGHT for it. Why must I fight? Why can't I work like all the other dicks out there? Why does everything have to be so different for me? What kind of FUCKING TEST IS THIS!?!? I just want her back. I just want her back, PLEASE. If I lose her, I don't know what I will do. All I know, is that you will start seeing a lot of your children come through the pearly gates. Because I won't be able to handle my own hands, nor the weapons they carry.

She wept slightly, nodding her head in prayer.

"Please.... Please...... Dear God, I'm sorry please.. give me anything.. any sign....Any direction, I beg of you.......Amen."


Kitten turned around to see Shawn walking out from the bedroom. Her eyes widened as she looked to his shirtless body. He wore baggy sweatpants that nearly fell off his muscular hips. He had definitely grown up since the last time she saw him. A man. Which stood for trouble.

See, God? See? Here we go again. Another fucking trauma story waiting to happen.

She eyed the tattoos on his body, the rippling muscles almost giving them life. He was a tough guy, with the tough guy attitude. But as she sat there trying not to stare, she thought for a moment....... a sign. This just may be the sign she asked for. Except... oh....


"What is it?"

Lillith almost cried as her mind flashed the thought.. the slight image that they had slept together out of drunken desire. She rubbed her face free of tears, and looked at Shawn.

"It's... It's nothing."

"It couldn't be nothing if you were crying."

He smiled a little, coming closer to Kitten. She could almost smell the testosterone as he approached. It was like a huge warm cloud of trouble. Trouble, trouble, trouble. The dawning sunlight flickered off his body as he moved, Kitten's eyes almost entranced by the difference six years could have on an aging boy. He bent forward, crouching in front of Kitten on the floor. Her legs had been spread, but she quickly pulled them to her chest, her feet upon the leather seat. Shawn must have felt the negative energy resonate off the top of Kitten's head, because he paused for a moment.

"Hey.... come on, Lillith. I'm not going to bite you. I know you more than you know yourself. I've known you for a long time. I knew you were crying. It is like I could feel it. And it kills me, girl."

His eyes penetrated hers, He looked straight into her cracked and rigid soul, and plucked out the last ounce of her strength. Her body sulked in the chair, tears filling her eyes. She fell forward, her legs giving way off the chair, and straight into Shawn's arms. He clutched her up in his arms as she came forward to him, an arm by her head and one around her stomach. The beads of sweat and tears mixed together, falling upon Shawn's collarbone, They formed a little puddle, one that Lillith couldn't bring the strength to swipe away... nor one that Shawn hadn't the heart to leave there. He touched her hair as he cradled her upon the floor, the sun raising between the blinds from the window. The beams of light began to glare onto the glowing skin of his shoulders and back, a glow rimming around him as if he were an angle. He pulled away from her for a moment, to look into her eyes. He brushed a lock of hair away from her lashes, and smiled slightly.

"You are so beautiful."

Lillith smiled, closing her eyes. A tear fell down her cheek, Shawn quickly connecting his lips against her face to catch the tear as it fell. For that small moment, Kitten was warm inside. His eyes met hers again, the light reflecting off the small trace of moisture on his lips. Breath left her lungs rapidly, expelling a sigh of humility and frustration.

"I am here for you, 'Lil. Always remember that. Until the very end."

His lips almost moved to hers, but he quickly stopped. He reached around her body, pulling her into his arms. His strength took her into the bedroom, laying her on the satin sheets. Her eyes closed immediately once her firey red hair hit the pillow. His fingers moved along her arm for a moment, then snatched the large black comforter from behind her. He wrapped the blanket around her cold and trembling body, and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked a long curl that draped upon her cheek, smiling slightly.

"You know, for a while I had dreamed about your hair.... miles and miles of it. I could smell tangerine shampoo and your parfume. I'd sleep like a rock everytime."

Her eyes shifted slightly behind closed lids, her lips parting as her breathing became deeper. Shawn smiled once again, brushing the lock away from her face.

"Sleeping Beauty."

She was asleep. In all her drunken, misguided glory.... here the phenomenon lie dormant. She had terrorized many, broken and thrashed the dreams of many, and she had warmed hearts of few. Tonight, his heart pulsed harder, deeper...... warmer. This was the woman he had known so well. He had watched her for so long, following her career moves and personal dilemmas in the tabloids. He tried to understand her reasoning and her judgment. Sometimes her random acts of morbid chaos brought him to shame her. Her wild and crazy actions that would get her arrested ad thrown into asylums made him pity her. But sitting next to her, seeing her cry, sleep.... drunk. She was human. Just like everyone else. But to his heart, she was an angel.

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Time: 7:30pm, outside The US Cellular Center in Cedar Rapids, IA

The operation was bigger than she had ever imagined. It had been nearly three months since Abbie had disappeared, and Kitten had uncovered several cities that the kidnappers worked in. She had been to Seattle, to Denver. Several places in Mexico, And eleven cities up to Toronto. It was working its way to the East Coast. Kitten had been trying to track early movements, and suspected it to move and end somewhere in New York City, or somewhere in Florida. She had received word from Black Widow, her closest friend that there was word underground about a little girl who was kidnapped and was quickly being shipped out to slave in Asia, Africa, or Mexico. But you can't believe everything that the Underground says, for the lot of them are liars, thieves, or tradesmen themselves. But she was still keeping a look out on departures. Each time a ship or train or boat left for out of country, a list of the passengers including their ages was sent to Bianca and a handful of workers, searched thoroughly, and then back to headquarters for the news; to Kitten.

But nothing had come through. By this time, there was a total of about 500 workers working under Kitten. There were the Footsmen, who were sent to cities that were suspected to be the next stop for the kidnappers. They were also sent to previous cities to clean up the messes Kitten left behind after eliminating suspects, and sent to the Airports, Bus Stations, Train Stations and Harbors. Then there were the Undergrounders. It included Bianca and the fourty or so people that were working for her. Those people were the same as the Footsmen, but worked in the Black Market, including criminal mischief. Hacking into databases, finding the residences to the suspects, including their families. They, were Kitten's biggest help... and her biggest weakness. If anyone were to ever sabotage their work, she would lose any hope of getting Abbie back. Aside from the Footsmen and the Undergrounders, there was the Politicians. There were only a few, but they kept the law away from Kitten. Where the Footsmen left off and couldn't clean up, they would dish out the stories to the police that it was a government operation... they too, were another of Kitten's weaknesses. Then there were the Elite. The ones who were the closest to Kitten. It included Bianca, plus Shawn, and two close friends; X and Jericha.

X and Jericha used to be friends with Shawn and Lillith back in the beginning, when Shawn and Kitten were first together. They were laid back, stonies, you might say. Slackers. But they were about the only two other people that Shawn and Kitten could trust. Plus, the endless support from X, who referred to himself oddly as a vampire. Jericha, his keeper. They were lovers, and they could keep Kitten and Shawn on their toes. Good for a laugh, and that's about it. Besides thier mass knowledge of computer systems and their ability to hack through any firewall, anytime.

It was dark on this night, and the snow fell slightly as Lillith's figure formed at the top of the US Cellular Center in Cedar Rapids. The building was the second tallest in the city, it only reached about 15, maybe 20 stories tall. It wasn't big, but it held most of all the major events in Cedar Rapids. Tonight, was one of the biggest. But hardly anyone knew about it. It was a secret operation. Between the Criminals and the Politicians. And unfortunately, there was a few of Kitten's own inside. Kitten feared the worst, that they would be a part of it.... but she hoped that they would only spy. Luckily, without anyone knowing.. she had crept into the conference room two nights before and wired the room with microphones and three different cameras. There was also a splint into the camera in the lobby, and in all four elevators. There was a camera in the door of each bathroom next to the conference room, and one in the parking lot. Lilltih's eyes, on the Alleyway outside the conference room. She could see stories down, and her hearing was magnetic. Where there was a sound, she'd hear it. t would draw right to her. And there was just no way she would miss this conference for the world. She knew that with the major events happening, that a kidnapping would be a big deal. The sale of a white, middle class child was a lot of talk. Especially if it was successful. And it had been three months of success for these people. Exempt the fact that many of their friends, benefactors and family had been ruined, humiliated, or killed in the process. Someone would eventually mention it.

Her only way of knowing was from the workers in the basement, and the few Footsmen inside. Bianca, X, and a few others sat in the basement watching the monitors, and Jericha sat in the lobby closet listening to the mics. Shawn, along with three other people... worked inside the conference room as waiters, bartenders and janitors. All wired. Shawn, X, Jericha and Bianca all wore receivers in their ear. Kitten, equipped also with a receiver, a cellphone, and a walkie talkie. All orders came directly from Kitten. But only Kitten knew which orders to give. One, would be the worst possible situation. If it were that the insiders weren't spying, but part of the crime spree in kidnapping Abbie.... there was only one Plan B. No one except Kitten knew what Plan B was... they all knew that if Plan B was announced, they all had about five minutes to escape the building. .... Let's not jinx it.

Kitten listened closely to her earpiece as the conference was announced to begin. This.... was one of her only hopes to hear about the outcome of Abbie's final judgment..... and the judgment of the people inside.........

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Slim fingers scathed the top of a laptop in the darkness. Firm lips pressed together behind a large mic-earpiece set that fit snugly around a blonde-haired head. Blue eyes concentrated on the camera signals that blinked with every movement in the conference room and lobby. From the other side of the receiver, came another female voice.

".......Testing, testing, one... two..... Cellar Widow to Lobby Lady, come in Lobby Lady."

Bianca's voice rang true. It was all about to begin. Jericha's lips parted, her lip darting out to moisten her dry, trembling lips.

".......Ten-four, Cellar Widow. This is Lobby Lady. My position is due East of the booth, stationed undisclosed 5-8-9."

".......Ten-four, Lobby Lady. Over n' Out..... Testing, testing one-two, this is Cellar Widow to all remaining troops, report immediately; station, rank and code color, Over...."

More names sizzled through the static on the headpiece. Several names followed by their location reported back to Widow. And all reported the code; green. Go.

".........Cellar Widow to Mad Max, report, Mad Max."


"Mad Max reporting station inside conference room A on floor 19. All is go for launch. I repeat, code green. Over."

Shawn was just inside the doors of the conference room, pulling a large condiment tray through the double doors. His eyes drifted quickly to the camera pinned on his position, then back to the main crowd. Jericha followed his steps as he pushed the tray across the room where the food and drinks sat. He took his position behind the bar, folding his hands behind him. Jericha's fingers quickly moved across the keyboard, typing her final command to "Cellar Widow"...

"All systems go, everyone is in position."

"....Ten four....."

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A black fingernail touched the 'Enter' button on the launchpad. With the stroke of the finger, several television monitors popped up all across the interior of the basement ballroom. X, Bianca, and the four other 'troops' sat watching the monitors closely. A radio receiver picked up each sound that was made, bringing it to the speakers on each side of the walls. Bianca's black finger raised to her earpiece...

"Cellar Widow to Red Queen, come in Red Queen......"
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Her red hair flapped in the cool wind that chilled the town of Cedar Rapids. The interstate sat so close to the US Cellular Center, that the quick gusts of wind from passing trucks and trailers shook the bridge slightly.... making their vibratious way up the concrete building she stood on, also shaking it a little. She could smell the Quaker Oats factory across from the interstate. Her nose wrinkled, and then returned smooth as the call from Bianca came in. Her hand reached up to her shoulder, where her walkie talkie had been strapped on. Other small gadgets could be seen through the open flaps of her trenchcoat.... including a crossbow, two square black boxes, and some other miscellaneous items. Her finger hit the side button, her cheek resting against the speaker.

"Red Queen to Cellar Widow, are we go for launch?"


Her heart began to pump harder. One of her major fears about being left outside, was to mis anything important..... if someone were to discover anyone being tapped..... or the ballroom in the basement..... the sedatives in the punch...... that is, if "Mad Max" had put them in yet. But there was nothing. No sound.... what was going on???

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Black Widow's fingers tapped eagerly upon the desk in front of her, looking to the monitor on the far left of the wall. A tall man in a black suit stood, holding a small bell in his right hand.

"Hear ye, hear ye.... all those attending the conference, please take your seats. We are about to begin."

A small chatter arose from the group of people, many of them finding their seats simultaneous to the man's call.

"Widow, check out Barbra Bush in the back..... she's shifty. Better keep scout."

Bianca nodded at X, turning to motion a fellow Undergrounder to do as ordered. The woman in the back did have a strange likeness to Barbra Bush. And she was shifty. She purposely pulled her chair far enough from the table to be close to the door. Her purse sat at the ready on her lap, her coat still on. She looked as though she would only be a minute, in an hour long presentation. Bianca pressed her finger to her ear again.

"Cellar Widow to Red Queen, we have a one-thirty-seven in progress. I repeat; shady looking broad to the back. Light blonde hair, Barbra Bush stand-in. Report."

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Lillith's breath finally left her body. She had thought she needed to activate Code; Red, Plan B. Fortunately for the brave souls inside undertaking Kittens dirty work...... she didn't have to. Kitten quickly pressed her cheek to the walkie talkie at her shoulder.

"Red Queen to Cellar Widow, confirm Barbra Bush as Regina Banks. R-e-g,i-n-a.... and we're not talking outsider."

"You mean she's one of us?"



"Mad Max to Red Queen. Stationed just outside the back door near the bar. There is one exit in this direction. I am placing camera in position.... now."

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At the same time Shawn's transmission ended, another small monitor flicked on in the Underground Ballroom.

".......Security Camera position confirmed, Mad Max. Return to your station."

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Kitten's blood boiled. A bad feeling swept through her veins as she heard Shawn's voice. She had to speak with him.

"Red Queen to Mad Max, what channel are you on?"


"Uh..... channel four, over."

Kitten's fingers quickly massaged the dial at the top of the walkie talkie, guiding the channel to 'four'.

"Private channel, Red Queen to Mad Max, you read me?"

"Loud and clear. Hurry yp, baby. The meeting is beginning."

"I know, I know...... I'm sorry but...."

Tears started to fill up in Kitten's eyes.


".......Be careful, Shawn."

"I will, baby. Gotta go. Over n' Out."


Kitten fell against the concrete wall, pulling herself out of pure fear of losing everyone she cared for inside. Then not only would she be without hope of ever finding Abbie..... but the love that had filled her heart over the past month.. her past friendships and her long time friendship with Bianca...... the countless lives of the people helping.... their families..... it was all too risky. And this bad feeling was just too much to bear. She wished she could say "I love you" to Shawn...... but not this time... it wouldn't be that easy for mankind. She had used it too loosely before, and she wouldn't do it again. She wanted it to mean something this time... not just another fling. Because it felt like more..... it felt like...

"Cellar Widow to Red Queen, our meeting is now in progress. Stand by."

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The main director of the meeting who first announced the beginning of the gathering rubbed his moistened figners upon the lapels of his khaki suede dinner jacket. The room was unusually humid, leaving beads of sweat on the sides of the wine glasses, staining the table and each finger that touched the glass. It wasn't perfect, as he wanted it to be. His workers, collegues and bosses all sat in front of him... his testament to his faith in his job. It was a big step for him to host the meeting this time. He grinned as he looked at the group, who fashioned themselves 'Overcast Inc." A black market based criminal gang that worked from the illegal immigrants that came in and out of the US... to the politicians that put the president in the Oval Office. He, was just a small link in the chain, of course. And that is why his upper lip shifted slightly, perspiration dripping onto his lip in his nervousness. It wasn't the first time he had conducted a group meeting..... but there was an odd feeling in the air.... something that he hadn't felt before.

He bit his upper lip, expelling the sweat upon it into his mouth. The taste made him cringe slightly, forcing himself to take a drink of the berry wine to wash it away. He cleared his throat, as the lights dimmed.

"Ahem..... thank you all for joining here, tonight. I know that in this situation it is odd to be in such a low status area. But there has been news all around the area of a rather large transfer in progress......"

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Beeping..... loud beeping started blaring on the speakers as the man began his speech. Bianca had to shield her ears for a moment, as her eyes suddenly shifted with the dimming lights.

"Switch to Ultra Violet light..... now!"

Fingers moved quickly over keypads, the monitors switching to pale, bright colors from an almost black screen. Bianca sighed heavily, hoping that the one second her eyes didn't see the crowd.... was one second someone didn't have enough time to do anything fishy. She almost jumped out of her shoes as the sultry voice came through her ear.....

"Red Queen to Cellar Widow, report......."

The people surrounding the mahogany table smiled at the professor, who stood tall against the backboard that dropped to view a projector's tape. Files and graphs charted years worth of their work. Everything from smuggling drugs overseas, to rapes and unestablished 'suicides' of big names in government. There was everything to be seen. Bianca's eyes nearly fell from their sockets. It was the ultimate 'gang'. Endless greed, money, lust.... crime... it nearly made her cry. But never once did she take her eyes away from the woman in the back..... and the man that had slowly but surely glided his way across the room to seat himself beside her.

"Cellar Widow to Red Queen. We have an unauthorized male moving in on Baker. Permission to establish code yellow."

"Permission granted, Cellar Widow."

Pressing a few buttons on the keyboard once again, Black Widow made her call upstairs.

"Code; yellow. I repeat; code yellow. Unauthorized male seated at five o' clock from the director. Move in, now."
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As the call came in, Shawn's eyes darted to the director, finding his five o' clock. A man in a dark grey suit had casually made his way about eight feet from his last spotted position. He could tell the woman next to him was uneasy, her fingers rubbing the material on the strap of her purse. Shawn looked to the waiter standing next to him, who also heard the call. The waiter grabbed up the nearest drink tray, moving in for the kill. Shawn quickly nabbed the tray out of his hands, taking his place in the stride to the man and woman. He stopped a few feet from the two, noticing the man's lips moving slowly, nearly silent words falling upon the woman's ears. He took another step forward, hoping to nab some of the conversation. His eyes widened as he heard three words...... but the man quickly spotted him standing behind them, and raised his eyebrow. Shawn quickly dressed up his stance, smiling as a happy buser would do. In a hushed voice, he calmly continued... placing a firm hand on the back of the man's chair. As he leaned forward, the small pin on Shawn's collar read the man's pupil.........
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"Holy shit.... this guy's a major."

Bianca's view shifted quickly to X, who's wide-eyed look of shock sent a chill to her bones.

"What do we got?"

X pointed to the monitor, an entire registry of the man popping up on the screen. Badges flashed quickly, pictures and fingerprints......

"This guy's on the FBI's top five... but from the look of it.. he works for the government himself. He's got a chip in his eye, B. I bet he's the only one in Iowa like 'em. He's big time, Widow. Better alert the Queen."

"....Cellar Widow to Red Queen... we've got a problem....."
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"May I help you at all, sir? Would you like any wine we have provided? We have several dishes to the rear of the room if you feel the need...."

The man raised his hand, brushing him away.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

Shawn nodded, standing tall once again behind them. The man eyed Shawn suspiciously, Shawn smiled once again, setting the tray on the bar behind him, folding his hands behind his back.

"Excuse me, but three's a crowd."

"Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir."

Shawn nodded, backing away from the man. He moved back behind the bar, watching the man as he too, shot an angry glare back at Shawn. Shawn's blood boiled.

".....Hey, man. Don't worry about him."

Shawn looked to the buser beside him. He was speaking directly to Shawn. Shawn looked around the room, then abck at the man awkwardly.


"Dude, I can see it all over you. You're blotchy. You got red spots all over the place."

Shawn looked to his arms.... and they were covered in splotches. It was a problem he always had since he was young. Kitten had once told him he was on 'fire'. And yes, he was on fire.... inside. He was fueled by a constant rage.... and when the rage built up, he exploded. He had grown to control it... at least somewhat. He took a deep breath, watching as the blotches faded away. His fists clenched as did his teeth.... he wanted to put a brick straight through the man's skull. Bust in the entire top part of his head and watch his brains explode onto the perfect dresses and suits of all these professional looking f*cktards at the table. No one looked at him in a fashion that he didn't like.. no one spoke to him in a tone too loud. People who knew him, knew this. It was the only reason why Shawn liked to meet new people...... new opportunities for a bruisin'.

"So what's his story?"

Shawn looked back to the guy.

"Man, you ask a lot of questions. Weren't you talked to about this stuff? How long have you been a Footsman?"

"...Uh, two weeks."

"What!? Dude you have got serious problems.. you shouldn't even be up here."

"Yeah... my ex wife told me I was too hypocritical. She's a police officer... I tell her it is too dangerous. Tonight was supposed to be my night with my daughter......"

"Jesus H. Christ."

Shawn rolled his eyes, pushing a hand over his face. He asked for this not to happen... to be put with rookies. But nonetheless.... here he was. Standing next to the newest addition to the Brady Bunch.

"He's probably something deep. He's got something up his sleeve....... Mad Max to Cellar Widow I think we've got a problem."

"I hear ya, Mad Max. We do. The man is Special Agent Dan August from the CIA. He is a former agent.... working for the wrong side."

"Our agent spoke to Baker, inviting her to join him outside."
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Kitten's ears had been full of information since she had last spoken to Shawn. An endless supply of disasters that could easily ruin this operation. She could barely hear the meeting's contents over the commotion. The director had spoken of several criminal interests regarding smuggling and murder..... but not until recently did he come across a subject that had Kitten at her wit's end.

".......There has been a lot of talk recently of the girl captured in LA. I am glad to say that the entire ordeal is under our control, and as we speak, there is a transfer being made......"

Kitten's eyes widened, tears stinging her cheeks in the cold wind. Her hands fell upon a long rope on the ground, connected to a spike.

"........Sir, could you elaborate upon the whereabouts and the plans for this girl? I mean.. this is a big issue considering the weight of the consequences if something were to go wrong.. I mean.. the media.... the law..... it will all fall apart on us. It could expose everything we've worked hard for."

A small mutter began to form among the group. Yes, it was a large ordeal.. expecially if it were to be lead into the public. The man smiled slightly, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. The perspiration that had conspired during the meeting begun to form in a small circle under his armpits. He was nervous.... and it was a clue that set Shawn off. Something was seriously wrong.

"...Mad Max to Cellar Widow, host showing overwhelming amount of nervousness. A man of this business and stature wouldn't sweat like a Hippo during mating season in the middle of the Sahara."

"Copy that, Mad Max. What are you implying?"

A sense of irritability followed Shawn's next tone.

"Nervous host, shady men talking to our insider asking her to step outside... and an enormous amount of effort down the hall to seal up a room. You tell me."
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Kitten's eyes widened.

"Red Queen to Cellar Widow and Lobby Lady. That room holds something important. We have to get inside. But be careful. Terrorists and thieves like this are bound to have some sort of bullet or blade in their pocket. I need your stealth to take them out, I'll take it from there. Can we do that?"



"Red Queen to Lobby Lady do you copy?"
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Voices rattled in the earpiece that rested under Jericha's blonde locks. Her fingers moved slowly over her keypad on her laptop, IDing every last face that sat in the grasp of the meeting.

"...Mad Max to Cellar Widow, host showing overwhelming amount of nervousness. A man of this business and stature wouldn't sweat like a Hippo during mating season in the middle of the Sahara."

"Copy that, Mad Max. What are you implying?"

"Nervous host, shady men talking to our insider asking her to step outside... and an enormous amount of effort down the hall to seal up a room. You tell me."

Jericha's fingers began to move faster, coding the camera to zoom in on the Host of the conference. As her fingers began to tap harder on the keys.... the closet doorknob began to turn......

"What the- !?"

Jericha hopped from her crouched position to meet a buser head-on with a quick jab to the nose. He staggered backward, holding a broken and bloody nose. Jericha quickly looked about for anything she could grab that would leave a good dent in the man's skull, and render him unconscious. The nearest thing happened to be a large rubix cube... which did make a pretty good dent after all. The man groaned one last time before passing out entirely, Jericha stuffing him into the closet and locking the door with her universal key. She turned 360 degrees, making sure there were no more witnesses, before plugging her earpiece back into her ear.... the one that fell out as Kitten gave her direction.....


Jericha almost fell out of her shoes, turning the volume down on her earpiece.

"Ten-four, Red Queen. My position was no longer secure. Please repeat prior direction."
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Kitten sighed heavily in relief as Jericha's call came through. Kitten grabbed up her mic and pressed the talk button once more.

"The room down the hallway from the Conference Room holds something I'm sure will get us to Abbie. Use your stealth or incognito your ass to that room and investigate. STAY TOTALLY INCONSPICUOUS."

"Lobby Lady to Red Queen.... how am I supposed to remain inconspicuous as a non-personnel walking into a private room?"

"Cellar Widow to Lobby Lady, there is a service elevator located in that room. It is small, but if you sneak through that way and use your equiptment we could get a good look at the room..."


At the Maid and Nurse Station on the top floor, Jericha peeked down the long, tight elevator shaft of a Laundry/Trash/Dish shute with an elevator. She sighed, a long chunk of golden hair flying from her forehead to her ear. It figures that she would once again be put in this kind of position. The last time she pulled off an operation for Kitten, she was dangling over sixty stories in the air, pulling Kitten from a burning building that was Headquarters for the southwestern chapter of one of the most feared terrorist organizations this side of the Atlantic. That, is where Kitten had found the information she needed that guided them to the conference here, back in Kitten's hometown. And now Jericha finds herself dangling from a small durasteel fiber extension rope hooked to a harness... her only way from the top floor to the room of interest. The shaft made noise.. and a lot of it. The slightest touch to the walls made a metallic clanging noise, as if crushing a huge pop can and molding it back. Her kneepads, black gloves and already advanced stealth capabillites made it a quick descent, and as she neared the floor she could hear voices from the other side of the door that kept the elevator shaft.. and herself, undisclosed.

She slowed considerably using the pulley on her harness, using her fingers to carefully guide herself to the crack in the door. She pressed a single button that sent a trigger alarm to the Undergrounders, notifying them of her position, but keeping silent enough to not be caught.

"Cellar Widow to Red Queen... uploading room schematics now. Lobby Lady is now in position."

"Red Queen to Lobby Lady. I know you hear me, so you listen well. If there is a chance that they heard you, then they did. If you are found, you will be caught and killed. First sign of danger you hit the emergency button on your gadget and get the hell out of there."

Jericha softly pushed the transfer button once again, to signal her ten-four. Completely in position, she could see the light through the cracks of the door. She flicked on the small watch flashlight on her wrist, pulling a wire from a hook in her pocket. Pushing a small camera head at the end of a optic wire through the crack in the door, Jericha once again pressed the transfer button thrice....

"Recieving transmission now....."

What appeared on the large screen was a room full of men and two women dressed in black, watching the meeting on a television screen of their own."

"Ladies and Gentlemen..... welcome to the VIP room."

"What do we have, B?"

"We have our typical boss room. Three men at the door, four outside. Two men stand at the end of a table at the sides of the largest man.. kingpin, perhaps."

"That, would be our main man."

Black Widow's eyes trailed the black and white shady screen for any signs of Abbie.

"Holy shit, Bianca!"

X suddenly leaped from his seat, pulling the master microphone from it's holster on the general's table.

"Jerry, turn your camera 30 degrees to your west and another 10 to your south."

As his command proceeded, the camera moved to the left, then towards the floor. As the camera pushed downward, it fell into a huge head of blonde locks. Feedback screeched through the microphone as the little girl turned her head, her bright eyes blinking in the camera.

"Oh my god...."

The feedback sounded with an ear-piercing screech as the door was suddenly yanked open by a man who had been watching Abbie from across the room. At her disturbance of the camera, he had been completely aware of Jericha's position.


Jericha screamed, sending another wave of feedback through the mics, causing all of the Undergrounders to lose their earpieces out of their ears. Kitten dropped her walkie talkie....


The feedback trailed through the mic into Shawn's ear. Immediately, he ripped the piece out of his ear impulsively, making a loud, disgusted noise. The audience of the conference turned to look at him, the sweaty man in the brown suit pointing directly at him.

"He's wired!"



Kitten quickly grabbed up the mic, calling to her friend from below.

"B, what the hell is going on!? Bianca! BIANCA!"....









"Kitten! Jericha has been spotted! Abbie is in the VIP room! Jericha took the shaft in a complete free-for-all! We know she is somewhere on the second basement floor. Possibly in the laundry room. Shawn has also been spotted. The feedback gave it all away. All I heard was gunshots........"

Kitten closed her eyes, pressing the mic to her forehead. Tears filled her eyes as she realized all the help and planning came down to failure. This operation, like all Kitten's operations.... should be done alone.

"Bianca......*choking back tears*.... You must listen to me.... I am going to save Abbie. Evacuate the building...."


"You have to evacuate the building. Too many people will get shot up if we cause mass panic. If we evacuate now, they will all move out into public, where they won't shoot. Trust me."

"You're really trying to get your ticket to heaven, aren't you?'

"Go now!"

"Ten-four. Over n' out."

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As Kitten came through the roof doors, and made her way to the elevator, the alarms sounded. The fire alarms indeed put the hotel on alert, driving it's patrons out into the street, and out of the tall building. But as Kitten suspected, the criminals in this injustice had other plans. She drove through the first two men with ease, taking them out with two swift punches to the abdomen, and one, final move that sent their nose bone through their skulls. The second two were a little bit quicker, pulling out their guns. Kitten flipped sideways into an inverted cartwheel, kicking the guns from their hands. As she turned to face them again, two long, silver blades pierced through the artery in their necks. Immediatley choking them, and sending them to the ground, Kitten made her way to the double doors.

The doors bursted open, sending chunks and splinters of hinges and wood across the interior floor. The man at the end of the table stood, calling out his men. The two men at his side tore forward, one bringing out a set of knunchaks. The other, a double bladed sword. Closer they zigged-zagged to Kitten, showing off their prized weapons with joy.

Kitten smiled, crooking her head to the side, prancing backward in her feline stance. With one quick motion she whipped out her bullwhip, slashing the man with the chacks on the face. He screamed loudly, wiping the blood from his face, licking his fingers.

"Not the only one who likes the taste of blood."

"Yeah, sweetheart. Time to taste yours!"

The man lurched forward, Kitten snapping the knunchaks from his grasp with her whip. The chacks flew into the air, and landed in Kitten's hand. The man watched as the knunchaks left his grasp, and fell into Kitten's hand. Instantaneously, the chak smacking him in the middle of his forehead, rendering him unconscious. Kitten smiled as she swirled the chaks around in a circle, now walking toward the man with the double bladed sword, him backing away.

"Aw..... but see this little kitty hates to see a little blood. Why have a little, when you can swim in it!?"

She threw the knunchaks at the man, causing him to drop his sword, and catch the chaks. Kitten jumped into the air, leap-kicking him in the abdomen, sending him into the large glass window behind him. The glass shattered with him weight, sending him 20 stories to his ultimate demise.

Now.. it was to the two women.

One of them was a chinkenese flower, completely dressed in black with her hair as the typical explosion of spikes and colors. Her lips full and a deep shade of red, she smiled grimly at Kitten.

"Pretty must be searching for the young one. But Pretty won't be able to see her when she is missing her precious head!"

Kitten growled sardonically, snapping the whip at the girl. The second woman, a spunky little blonde martial artist stood at the chink's side.

"I think someone needs to be taught a lesson."

Kitten smiled as they followed the same zig-zag fashion as the bodyguards before, lashing out with nails and insults like a bully who owned the whole playground. Kitten slapped her whip on the ground, Kitten whipped it hard around the chinese woman's neck, lashing it tight and rough. She began to choke, as she dropped her small dagger she grasped from her belt. The blode took a fighting stance, but was knocked off her feet as Kitten flung the chinese girl across the room. As the dark asian princess flew across the room, the aim of the fair Kitten was to mighty to protest. A spear on a makeshift statue of armor pierced through the woman's chest, stabbing through her chest cavity. Kitten unleashed the girl from around her neck, and smiled. The chinese girl looked to her chest, grasping the spear that had penetrated her, then slumped in a stunned look of pain.

From across the room, the 'kingpin' made a loud and horrific howl that echoed down the hallways. Kitten reached in the little black pouch on her shoulder, and pulled out a long, cylindrical pipe with green stripes. As the man looked at the flash-bang grenade in her hand, he chuckled loudly.

"Please, child."

With a quick rip, he had jerked off his jacket, and threw it to the floor. Strapped around his waist - a bomb.

Kitten tossed the grenade on the ground, the explosion sending a blinding light throughout the room. The loud boom prevented any other sound than a ring in the ears from being heard. Kitten reached out in the white and smoke.... looking from Abbie. She called out to her.... but she didn't answer. Suddenly a head full of blonde hair emerged from the aftermath of the grenade. Kitten grasped her firmly, running to the window. She turned one last time, looking to Abbie's ex-captor. Stunned, he held another blonde head full of locks under his arm. Kitten chuckled.

"Wrong kid, Jackson."

The man looked down to his blonde-haired girlfriend, then back to Kitten who had also grabbed the remote detenator from the table. His eyes widened with horror as Kitten laughed, lashing her whip around a billboard hanging.

"See you in hell."

Kitten lept from the edge of the window, swinging out 20 stories over 1st Avenue... Main Street. Onlookers from below and swarms of police and firefighters took on to Kitten's movement, gasping as she made her leap.

Spectators for at least a mile could see the building completely explode, most of the building imploding inwards, and sinking to ground level. The explosion caused mass panic, floods of people running down the blocks either from or to the building. As the building's structure began to fall, people ran for the hills, and took cover. The flames licked the back of Kitten's heels as they made it through the air, landing hard on the roof of the nearby MCI building. Kitten wrapped her body around Abbie's, protecting her from the heat and debris that followed.

Kitten turned to look at the building she wasn't even sure still incased her friends in it's flaming destruction.

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Time: Three Weeks before US Cellular Incident, XWF Headquarters.

A winter night in LA was actually quite splendid. The cold, balmy nights in LA usually left thick pockets of fog laying about the streets, grassy yards and thick brush. Lillith walked among the fog..... she loved the fog. The fog was the perfect places for encounters. Perfect places to make love.... perfect places to cry in peace. ....... The perfect place for death.

But tonight was none of the such. Tonight, was just a pleasant walk. Her trenchcoat flapped at her heels, as she walked quietly through the haze. It was chilly as she stuck her hands in her pockets, fishing out a Menthol and her zippo. When they were found, one was immediately popped from the case, and placed between her thick, red lips. The zippo lighted the area in front of her face, lighting the end of her cigarette as cherry-red as her lips. As she approached the XWF building, she could hear another set of feet rapping against the concrete. It wasn't from behind her, or in front of her... rather... beside her. She spun to her left to see Jem Williams making his way from the parking lot, to the building.

He spares her just a glance from the corner of his eye as he grabs the lapels of his coat, and tightens them. He ignores her.... not paying her any attention. Kitten smiles slightly, seeing the invitation for 'the kill' quite appetizing. See, Kitten is an opportunist, and she'll never let the opportunity for a big burn to pass her by. She stops suddenly, pulling an invisible whip from her pocket. She whips her hand suddenly, catching Jem's eye once again.


Jem's eyes focus angrily upon Kitten, as his pace slows slightly. She frowns that it hadn't caught his attention enough for an interlude between them.... but her smile grows bigger. She quickly wraps her fingers around her throat.

"...*cough* Jem! Help! Please! *gag* ..... *cough cough* JEM! It's your precious Eve! Help me before I croak!"

Jem turns around, not amused whatsoever. However he does crack a grin upon his lips as he too was an opportunist... and this was the opportunity for him to turn what Kitten was playing with right in her face.

"Lillith, get the frog out of your throat and stop talking with your mouth full.. wait... sorry, thought you were on your night job again."

The insult was a petty one, Jem knew that, especially to the likes of Kitten, but what would be amusing is her expression.. her reply. But Kitten's smile stayed. Only her hands moved back to her sides. She took a few steps forward, closer to Jem.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jem. Does it make you jealous? Sorry. I can't help you there, you couldn't afford me you worthless piece of shit.... you can't even afford the strength it takes to beat The Black Order..... or protect Eve, let alone defeat me."

Jem grins in amusement again, the petty insults no longer leaving much room for anger, only a few stings here and there.

"I honestly don't think it goes on the lines of me being able to afford you, Lillith. I think it's more on the lines of you having those gag reflexes You know... stick something in your mouth, and up comes worthless, disgusting shit. As for the Black Order, Cyren royally got what was handed to him on Anarchy, just like the rest of puppets and their master will get down the road."

Jem makes a motion in the air with his finger, swirling it around as if time was wasting away and he had better places to be at that moment.

"So, 'Kitten'. Are we going to spend all night out here in the cold throwing petty, pathetic insults at one another, or are we going to hold hands and sing Kumbya? Because I've a lot more important things I should be doing right now."

Kitten's smile widens even more, as she runs her hand through her hair.

"Well, Jem. I must say you still got it in you... you know... that... shit-for-brains thing that most men have. I thought your woman would get it out of you.... those hermaphrodites can really mess things up for you I guess. Good thing I never came across one... too bad for you. Anyway. I didn't come here to throw stones at you, Jem. You are the least of my worries. In fact.. I don't worry about you at all. You are a nuisance. A smear on the rocks. For all I care, you could sit on a revolving lawnmower and be in the obituaries tomorrow... and I wouldn't care. You are pathetic to me, Jem. And a disgrace to this federation, if you think you are better than me and the rest of The Black Order. You just happened to cross Cyren on a bad day. But my bad days are bad for others. You want to cross me instead? Want real competition? I got my bullwhip....."

Kitten laughs as she reaches in her pocket, pulling out her whip. She lashes it once, then runs the whip across her fingers.

"Nah. You just aren't worth it to me Jem. Not at all......."

Something hits Kitten hard in the chest. A 'realization', if you want to call it that. Her eyes fall upon the nasty scabs left on Jem's neck from the lashing he had taken from her on Anarchy. She steps forward, reaching out to his neck. For a moment, her eyes become glossy. Jem sees the hand coming out toward his neck and takes a step back, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Kitten. He turns his neck slightly, the wound upon there showing even more as he looks back to her, the grin of amusement no longer on his face. He ignored the insults that Kitten made toward him, he ignored the insults she even made toward Eve... even about him being weak against the Black Order. Instead his focus was on one other thing instead.

"It's a wound and nothing more Kitten. You, just like all your 'pals' in the Black Order seem to forget... we all bleed. That's something that seems to stray from your mind and all theirs as well. If someone is cut, blood flows from that wound. You whipped me, slashed me open with it... I bled. Why? Because I'm human... just like you. Except, I keep that Realization inside me at all times."

It cut deeply into Kitten's heart. Because as he said, she was human just like everyone else. It cut deep because of the friendship she had once had with Jem. She didn't even know why it went awry. The sad part was, she didn't even know the Black Order's intention.. or why she was really in it in the first place. She knew it was the wrong thing to do, since she had been a loner ever since day one. No one ever knew her intentions.... so she remained alone. At one time the relationship between Kitten and Jem was quite strong. And then... nothing. No memory whatsoever. It made a migraine in Kitten's head begin to pulse. She held her head slightly, leaning against a concrete post holding the ceiling of the building up. Blood began to pool from her nose. Her fingers touched the blood on her lip, a tear falling from her eye mixing with the crimson life on her fingers.

"You're right..... we all bleed, Jem. Some of us just bleed more than others......"

Kitten's bloody fingers rested on the concrete cylinder, rubbing the blood away. She turned slightly, as a siren sounded off in the distance.

"Jem.....I'm so sorry."

Jem stood where he was, watching Kitten in silence. As he seen the blood, seen her expression and change in her voice, his too changed to a softer one. The expression of anger was gone from his features and was only replace with a feeling of... neutral.

"As I said... it's only a wound. Good thing about those is most of them heal... most of them, anyway. My blood was shed, taken from my body because of the positions I put myself in. And in the end, it's that blood loss that will fuel me even more, Kitten. You say you're sorry... I know you're sorry because out of anyone in this company... I feel like - to a degree - I may know a part of you. The fact remains... the wounds on my body will heal, but no matter how much I try to take away the thoughts, they remain."

Kitten's eyes fluttered, she felt as though she would lose consciousness. A part of her was beginning to surface. The part of her that cared... her judgment. The important things that kept her friendships alive. The ones that mattered. Her back pressed against the concrete post, and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She slid down the length of the pole, coming to a rest at the base. Tears streamed from her eyes, the blood still running from her nose. It dripped down her lips, and fell from her chin to her coat.

"I don't think you understand...... Jem..... I don't know what has happened to me anymore. My mind... It's gone....... I mean.. I'm a mother now. I got to be a mother. I don't remember a lot before all of that.... but now I have to be a mother.. and Abbie.. she's ... she's gone... I can't find her. I'm doing everything..... Everything in my power and my power is just not enough. I don't think of anything else...... I just think of the pain.. of being without her..... And the only way to release the pain.. is to hurt others...... Jem...... I know I mean nothing to you. I know that you want me to rot with the rest of The Black Order. But I want you to know now... that if I fail as a mother.... I will die. And my last words to you, I don't want to be in anger. My apologies go to you... and extend them to Eve."

Kitten stood, trying to find her balance. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, holding it to her nose. She turned to the opposite side of the post, and began to walk away.


Jem takes a step forward, not knowing if speaking her name will draw her to a stop or if she would continue on. But to his surprise, she stopped, but didn't turn.

"That's my name."

"....One thing I've always believed in is us - as wrestlers - live a life of two worlds. We have the world in the ring... the world we all interconnect with. Then, there is the world that's the right here... the right now. Those worlds don't interconnect as much as the wrestling life... but right now it does..."

Jem begins walking, his hands going into his trench coat pockets as he walks to her side. He continues to look straight ahead, his eyes focusing on a stop light that was going from green, to yellow, finally to red. His eyes focused on that as he sighed, knowing the judgment in his mind was telling him to do the right thing.

"I'm just saying... you're different than the rest... you seem to realize the two worlds are different... The others in the Black Order don't see that. So again... it comes down to... if you need any help, find me."

Kitten chuckled a little, the sound of choked tears coming to Jem's ears.

"Help..... I've always been handed help when I didn't need it. And when I had help when I needed it, it screwed me over. It made me the waste you see today. Excuse me, while I continue my 'night job'.

Kitten headed to the back of the building, where she disappeared.
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