Part 6:

"Jamie, Mr. McMahon," Dr. Cox said warmly as he welcomed them into his office, "a pleasure to see you both."
"Dr. Cox," Jamie said with a reserved smile.
"Jamie my girl, I saw you on television."
"I… uh, Mr. McMahon insisted."
"I know. It's quite all right. We were all very impressed."
"Thank you."
"Now Jamie, I discussed the necessary upgrades with Mr. McMahon and they're waiting for you in Lab 4A."
Jamie nodded and left Mr. McMahon to discuss the upgrades' prices. Without realizing it, her feet had led the way and she was at lab 4A. Four of Dr. Cox's lab technicians were waiting for her.
"Jamie," said the first one, "let's get this show on the road. I understand you need a 50% increase in muscular, 100% in speed and we're to calibrate your equilibrium grid?"
"Sounds about right."
"Take off your clothes please."
As the exceptionally beautiful woman took off her clothes, none of the technicians flinched at the sight of her superb body. Nonplussed at their reaction, Jamie neatly folded her clothes and put them on a chair before lying on the cold metal table.
"Do you want to be under during the upgrades?"
"No thank you, I'll be fine."
Without blinking, Jamie watched as tech no. 1 pressed his fingers under her right breast. There, in the cushy protection of her breast, lay a small circuit board. It was the mainframe of her bionic system. It was over her breast all four techs stood while making the adjustments. That portion of the upgrade was relatively short, ending in less than ten minutes. Then came time for them to adjust the servos in her arms, legs, back and neck. That took over thirty minutes.
"We're done here," finally announced the first tech, "go to 3G for calibration."
"Thank you."
Jamie got dressed and out she went to 3G. There was a trainer waiting for her and wordlessly handed her a training unitard and the appropriate foot apparel. For the next hour, she tested the limits of her newly improved abilities while being carefully monitored by a team of technicians and doctors, including Dr. Cox and his guest, Vince McMahon.
"That young woman constantly amazes me," Vince whispered as Jamie started lifting weights.
"I believe that was the whole point."
"I know but still…"
"I'm playing Devil's advocate Mr. McMahon. Jamie has come a long way, that's undeniable."
"I do have a concern however."
"Which is?"
"The other day, while beating down on the nWo, which is what I hired her to do, she started grinning… laughing almost, like she was enjoying this a bit too much. Kind of scared me, you know?"
"Ah yes… well, you have to understand, we've been working on Jamie for ages and she was still a very young girl when we started working on her. She has a lot of pent up frustrations and violence is as good a way as any of relieving that anger."
"What exactly happened to her?"
"Someone tried to kill her."
"What?"
"I can't tell you anything else. Let's just say that Jamie knows exactly where her limits are."
With a shiver, Vince turned back to the monitor, eyes going wide at the blur of Jamie's legs and feet on the treadmill. When he looked over at the speedometer, he knew she would work out just fine.

Part 7:

Vince, Linda and Shane led the way into the arena, Trish and Jamie following them closely. They made for an impressive group, all of them with determined expressions on their faces, looking like they were there to handle some serious business. As they passed by him, Hunter took his sweet time eyeing the bodyguard who then turned around and gave him a long stare. Trish turned to Jamie to say something and her words died on her lips when she saw the look she was giving Hunter and vice versa.
"Did I just see what I think I just saw?" she asked Jamie, pulling on her arm.
"What do you think you saw?"
"I think I saw Hunter Hearst Helmsley showing some sexual attraction to you."
"Oh."
"Oh? That's all you have to say?"
"There's nothing more for me to say," Jamie said, moving forward.
Trish looked over her shoulder at Hunter and shrugged at his puzzled expression. Truth be told, she was looking forward to establishing a bond of sorts with Jamie. Though her relationship with Shane had greatly improved her WWF standing, she often felt very much alone.
"Wanted to say thanks again. For the restaurant mess with Steph and the nWo."
"It's what I had to do."
"Is that all you think about? What you have to do?"
"If I don't think of my duty, what else do I have to think about?"
"Living it up? Acting your age? How old are you anyway?"
"Twenty… seven I believe."
"You believe? You don't know for sure?"
"Age is irrelevant."
"When you look as hot as you, I bet it is."
"Hot?"
"Well, lookee here… it's the new McMahon clan," Stephanie sneered as Vince and company rounded a corner and almost went careening right into a portion of the nWo, namely Steph, Hogan, Nash and Hall.
Jamie immediately moved in front of Vince, her eyes boring a hole into Hogan's forehead, "Let us through."
"Not quite, girly… we have a few things to talk over with Vince… like how long it's going to take him to sign the WWF over to us…we're kind of tired of the waiting game."
"It's never going to happen," Shane said.
"Well, if Daddy has no other choice… anything can happen…"
"Is that a threat Stephanie?" Shane asked, stepping forward.
"Could be."
"Enough," Jamie said flatly, "let us through… now!"
"Or what little girl?" Nash asked.
"Or this."
Curling her fingers into Nash's belt, Jamie pulled him a good foot off the ground, making him land hard, which wasn't good on his already weak knees. As he fell to the ground, the young woman's foot was already connecting with Hogan's ribs. In the meantime, the McMahon men double-teamed Hall with a double clothesline and Trish took down Stephanie with a vicious spear.
"Well done… however, you should know that I'm back too."
Jamie turned around and saw X-Pac standing in front of Linda. He grabbed her arm and pulled it up behind her back, making the McMahon matriarch gasp in pain.
"You want to be letting go of her now," Jamie warns, moving to stand behind Nash, wrapping an arm around his waist and again lifting him off his feet again.
"Nah, I think you want to be letting go of him… I mean, I'm sure Linda here is much more breakable than Kev."
"That might be true, but I'm a lot faster."
While she spoke, Jamie undid Kevin's belt and whipped it out, lashing out at X-Pac's arm. Yelping, he released Linda and Jamie pressed her advantage, making the belt fly again, this time letting it coil around the shorter man's ankles and pulling on it hard. He toppled over and Linda ran away, into her husband's arms. With a nod, Jamie gestured for them to keep on moving. Then she knelt by Steph's inert body, whispering into her ear, "Mine are the last toes you want to step on… you dig?"

Part 8:

A wary Jamie was standing guard in front of the McMahon family office when Trish came out. Soon after the beginning of the show, Stephanie had challenged her brother's girlfriend to a match.
"Hi."
"Trish."
"You're accompanying me to the ring I hear?"
"Yes. I've recruited a few people to protect Vince, Linda and Shane."
"Ok. You look great by the way."
"Thank you. It's time."

"Being accompanied to the ring by Jamie," Lillian Garcia announced, "from Toronto, Canada, Trish Stratus."
Trish led the way in tight silver shorts and a black v-neck tee-shirt that displayed her heaving bosom. As for Jamie, she was clad in black jeans, high heeled black leather boots, a white tube top and a red leather jacket with her name embroidered in white stitches on the back. With her black sunglasses, she looked both competent and dangerous. While the voluptuous blonde got into the ring, her bodyguard leaned against the ring apron, facing the ramp, watching the curtained area from which Stephanie and company would appear.
As Jamie had predicted, Stephanie didn't come out alone. The new man in her life was in tow, as was Hollywood Hulk Hogan. Jamie smiled and moved around the ring until she was leaning against the railing, slightly to the back of the commentators' table. Lawler babbled nervously, keeping a wary eye on the bald woman, afraid she would snap and unleash her violence on him.
However, the McMahon bodyguard didn't feel the least bit violent as she watched Trish take Stephanie to town with her new wrestling skills. Something felt very familiar about this. This wasn't the first time she'd seen two women fight it out... but her memories of the out of ring fight were hazy at best. She remembered blood, lots of it... hair matted with blood stood to a young girl's cheek and she remembered a handkerchief... colors...
Jamie straightened up and shook her head of her hazy memories. She looked up and saw Trish was on the defensive and Stephanie was attempting a clumsy leg drop that even made Hogan wince. The bodyguard stepped forward and put her hand down on the apron.
"Win Trish," she said loudly, "just win."
Jamie's words, though far from being energizing or earth-shaking, seemed to do the trick. Trish raised her shoulder off the mat after a quick two count and started turning the tide, using the moves she'd perfected over the past couple of months. Out of the corner of her eye, Jamie saw Nash and Hogan making their way to her but she didn't acknowledge them or move. Her attention was solely focused on the action in the ring. She watched Trish apply her bulldog move off the ropes, Stephanie's head safely tucked under her arm and rolled the McMahon daughter onto the mat.
Before the three-count was over though, Hogan and Nash were on Jamie. She went for an evasive maneuver as she slid into the ring just as Hebner Jr raised a victorious Trish's arms in the air.
"We're out of here," Jamie shouted, pulling Trish after her.
As the two women rolled out of the ring, the Titantron flashed and the rest of the nWo appeared, the three of them standing in front of the McMahon dressing room. Hall kicked in the door and snickered as Shane and Vince took defensive positions in front of Linda.
"You get to the limo," Jamie shouted to Trish. "Run fast and tell the driver to take off."
"But the McMahons..."
"Just go Trish, do you hear me? Just go."
While Trish went left, Jamie took off to the right so fast some of the crew and roster she passed by felt the breeze of her run more than they saw her. When she got to the McMahon dressing room, the first thing she did was knock out the cameraman. Then she moved to X-Pac and wrapped her hand around his neck from behind and threw him against the wall as if he was nothing more than a bag of feathers.
Jamie then leaned down, her leg swinging up like a pendulum, hitting the back of Hall's head but not before he got Vince with a sharp punch to the face. Hall fell to his knees, facing away from the bodyguard and was unable to do anything as she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled down, his head hitting the terrazzo floor with a decisive smack.
In the meantime, Taker's hand was tightening around Shane's neck, squeezing the air from his lungs, while Linda needlessly pulled at his free arm. Once she was sure Hall and Pac weren't going to rise up and help, Jamie went up to Taker and tapped him on his shoulder. When he finally turned around, Jamie's fist was right there, kissing his nose. Both him and Shane fell to the ground and the bald bodyguard was on top of the Dead Man, straddling his chest before punching him one last time, effectively knocking him out as well.
"You guys up to taking off now?" Jamie asked the McMahons.
Vince and Shane nodded their agreement and Jamie hustled them out of the small office, leading them to the parking lot at a running pace. The bodyguard was leading them to a black SUV when a limo appeared, screeching to a halt next to them. Trish threw open the door without a word and the McMahons got in, Jamie slamming the door shut after Vince and tapping on the trunk. The driver, hearing their previously agreed upon departure signal took off, the young woman jogging after the extended car until she was sure they weren't being followed. Then, with the car still in motion, she opened the door and hopped in.
"Funny how I recall telling you to leave," Jamie told the Canadian.
"I thought you might need a hand. Was I wrong?"
"I was hired to protect you. But here's the funny downside: if you don't go when I tell you to go, I have to worry about how you might be endangering your life."
"I'm sorry about that," Trish said softly.
"Good, be sorry."
"Jamie, there's no call for you to be that mean."
"Oh yeah? When she gets trapped in a corner by Nash and Hogan because she disobeyed my orders, then we'll see about how mean I have to be."
Jamie moved to the partition separating them from the driver and slid her slim body through it, sitting next to him, leaving the McMahons and Trish to stare at her.
"I just wanted to help," the cute Canadian protested.
"I know honey," Shane said, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"But Jamie makes a good point," Linda said. "If we don't follow her orders, we are jeopardizing our safety."
"I know..."
"I didn't hire Jamie just for fun," Vince added, "but for our protection, all of us."
"I'm sorry," Trish pouted as she stared at the partition and silently wished Jamie to a burning inferno.
As they rode across the dark Chicago night, Jamie looked out at the generic brick high-rises of the inner cities. In her mind's eye, she saw the tiny hallways, the cramped apartments that were hot and humid in the summer and cold and damp in the winter. The windows had such a thick crust of grit and grime on them that it was hard to tell if it was day or night. And the smells... hundreds of meals being prepared at the same time with hundreds of different spices with meats and vegetables that were often many days past their due dates.
Images and smells flashed through her mind, tangible, close and yet out of her grasp. She tried reaching out to the very close memory but it faded as quickly as it had appeared.
"Ma'am? Ma'am?"
Jamie blankly stared at the driver looking at her and narrowed her eyes at him. "What?"
"We're here."
Nodding slowly, she got out of the car and opened the back door of the limo. Trish and Shane were the first ones out, followed by Linda and Vince. It didn't take her a long time to get them settled into their suite and within minutes, she was patched into the infrared camera system she'd installed in the various rooms. Trish was the first one to bed. As for the McMahons, the adrenaline rush from the attack kept them going until it was three o'clock in the morning. And while they all slept peacefully, she kept them safe.

Part 9:

Jamie looked over the security detachment Dr. Cox had sent over and nodded. "You will do. We have to protect all four of them, no matter now how much they resent the intrusion. You are forbidden to use your extra strength except in cases of dire necessity."
"Is this really necessary? I mean, four more of them?" Trish asked Vince as Jamie finished her indoctrination.
"Yes. She was initially hired to protect me and only me. Though I don't doubt Jamie's ability to complete her mandate where I am concerned, her charge has quadrupled. So yes, she needs the extra help."
"Fine."
Jamie turned to the McMahons and nodded, "They are ready."
"Good."
"Dad, Trish and I were wondering... would it be possible for us to... go out tonight? We've been cooped up at Titan and at the house for the past two weeks now and..."
"No," Vince said, "we have to stay in controlled environments to make sure that Jamie can..."
"It shouldn't be a problem," Jamie said with a nod, "I will ensure Shane and Trish's safety for the evening. Dora," she added, turning to a member of her crew, "you'll drive."

"You look like that chick in The Matrix," Trish said as she looked at Jamie as she sat in the back of the limo with her and Shane.
"The Matrix?" Jamie raised an elegantly inquisitive eyebrow at her charge.
"As in the movie? With Keanu Reeves?"
"I didn't see it."
"You didn't see it? What, have you been hiding under a rock or something?"
"I suppose I have, in a way."
Trish's face was turned in a smile. In the past few hours, her feelings toward Jamie had eased. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that Jamie was agreeing to let them go out tonight. Regardless of her reasons for loosening the leash, she was grateful. She took in her bodyguard's outfit of white leather pants, the matching motorcycle jacket with the stiff mandarin collar and black tube top and smiled. Right now, Jamie looked more like a man's wet dream than like a deadly weapon. If she worked everything out right, Shane and her would be able to slip past her radar as soon as...
"We're here," Jamie said calmly, opening the door and getting out first.
The club Trish had handpicked was a hot spot, that much was visible at first glance, but it was also a Yakuza club. Within seconds Jamie had spotted five Japanese nationals wanted for murder in Tokyo and had seen the irizumis they'd tried to conceal under jackets and long-sleeved shirts. She chose not to mention anything to Shane or Trish for now, knowing they would be more annoyed at her concern for their safety than appreciative. And as long as the Yakuza didn't stir up any trouble, she wouldn't either.
From her spot on an elevated platform next to the dance floor, Jamie kept an eye on Shane and Trish. The Canadian had left the dance floor only for a few minutes to use the ladies' room since they'd gotten here two hours ago. As for Shane, he'd valiantly tried to keep up with his energetic girlfriend but he'd thrown in the towel after thirty minutes. He was now sitting at the bar, his eyes drifting from his watch to his girlfriend.
As it got closer and closer to closing time, the dance floor emptied itself out until Trish was the only one left, moving to the music. Scanning the room, Jamie was quick to notice the young oyabun, the Yakuza boss, eyeing the blonde with great interest. He discreetly nodded to one of his underlings, his eyes still on Trish, his meaning clear. Jamie didn't move but she did signal Shane to get his girlfriend off the dance floor. But instead of hurrying out, he followed Jamie's gaze to a grouping of arm chairs and sat down easily, an possessive arm around the blonde's shoulders.
Then, Jamie joined them, going to stand behind them, her arms crossed, her pose prideful and daring.
"You," the underling said, snapping his fingers at Trish, "my boss wants to dance with you."
Again guided by Jamie's eyes, Shane nodded to his girlfriend and watched as she took to the dance floor with the oyabun. Fear clogged his throat as the DJ struck up a tango and he was forced to watch Trish perform the lascivious dance with a man so evidently smitten by her looks. Ever the consummate performer, the wrestling diva kept her cool while the oyabun whispered dirty nothings in her ear.
But the man, as Jamie had expected, got frisky. Shane bounded out of his chair and was greeted by four semi-automatic rifles being shoved in his face, indicating he should sit down. With Jamie's hand on his shoulder, he did so but it took a great effort. While the oyabun's men shrugged off Shane as a threat, having never considered Jamie to be one, she leap-frogged over the couch and Shane's head and executed a perfect roundhouse kick that sent all four weapons to the floor, loose as they were in their hands.
On the dance floor, Trish surprised the oyabun with a head butt and eased her way out of his grasp, running to Shane.
"GO!" Jamie shouted as them as she kept the oyabun and his men from following them. "Dora," she whispered into the microphone camouflaged in the lapel of her jacket, "business is green. Pick up and go merry-round."
Then, she smiled at the approaching men and proceeded to show them exactly how well versed in the martial arts she was.

Part 10:

His fingers tightly wrapped around Trish's wrist, Shane took the stairs to at a time. He heard the shouts of outrage and protest from the people who were very roughly shoved out of his way but couldn't find it in himself to care. Unbeknownst to him, Trish used her free arm to block the many blows that threatened the back of his head.
Finally, they reached the club's doors and ran out of them into the street. The second they were there their limo appeared out of nowhere, coming to a screeching stop right in front of them. Their driver, Dora, poked her head out of the passenger side window of the driver seat, signaling them to get in. As soon as they were inside with the door locked behind them, Dora switched on the two-way mic connecting her to Jamie, "Business has picked up. Forty."
When Dora's message came through to Jamie, she smiled and kept on having fun. Right now, fun was using a very unwilling man's fists and feet against his business associates. She curled her fingers around his ankles and swung, his head colliding with another man's with a satisfying thud.

Thirty.

Then Jamie sprinted across the dance floor, giving one Yakuza a boot to the face that would have made her good friend Nash very proud before grasping the railing that would take her down to the club's exit.

Twenty.

Her rigid body was about to vault down the stairs when her way down was blocked by a volley of gunfire. Jamie leapt behind a bar but the tainted glass housing the various bottles of alcohol and serving glasses exploded around her head. She scanned the wall behind her and found her way out. It would be very kickass.

Ten.

Jamie jumped to her feet and ran over to the wall of windows looking out into the street and pressed her back against the glass, smiling at the Yakuza who stood beneath her, waiting for her next move.
"Gentlemen, dancing with you has been as lovely as ever but I unfortunately must leave."
Jamie threw back her head as hard as she could, grinning in satisfaction as the lead moorings holding the window to the building gave way and she, moorings, window and all, went tumbling back into nothingness.

Zero.

As soon as she cleared the building, Jamie kicked away from the window and eyed her landing pad. Then, with the same precision as always, she landed on top of a silver Porsche Carrera, crushing its top in.
The people in the waiting line in front of the after-hours portion of the club could only stare as Jamie did a back flip onto the street and as a black limousine came to a stop behind her. She threw open the passenger door and before disappearing into its confines, she took a deep bow.

"You assured me your slut was dead," Ishiro Takumi said softly.
"Ishiro my friend, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"This, my friend, is what I'm talking about."
Ishiro nodded and one of his men slid a CD-ROM into a nearby computer. An image flickered across the screen and Jamie was seen in action in the club. Ishiro paused on the frame just after Jamie had jumped on the ledge of the window. He closed in on her face and turned to his friend, "Now, do you see what I'm talking about?"
When Antonio Falcone saw the reason from Ishiro's cold anger, he felt his very own blood run cold with fear. What the hell was Jamie Thompson still doing alive? He had killed her. He distinctively remembered killing her. He'd picked up a gun and pressed it to her heart and pulled the trigger. And he'd watched as his henchmen had tossed her body into the lake. How the hell could she be alive and causing this much trouble?
"You don't seem to have an answer for me Tony," Ishiro asked. "What is that woman doing alive?"
"It's someone else," Antonio said casually, "I pulled on that trigger myself. Jamie Thompson is dead and buried and that woman is nothing more than a pale imitation of her."
Ishiro steepled his fingers and looked at his business associate. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman from the tape was Jamie Thompson, no matter how sure Antonio was that he'd killed her. It just went to prove, if you wanted something done right, you just had to do it yourself.

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