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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 18

Two weeks later…

Tomboy stopped and looked up and down the night shrouded street. No people or cars. No movement at all. She could smell fried chicken from the KFC on the corner, but no unexpected sounds.

She looked at the small three-story bank across the street. It was one of those early 20th Century redbrick structures, though modernized inside. In fact, it was her personal bank.

Gloriosa sent her an e-mail requesting a face-to-face meeting behind the bank. She smiled, getting goosebumps. The heroines had all treated her like a queen since they escaped the Hypno Gang. Even the cops looked upon her with respect now.

I might make it as a heroine after all, she thought.

In the two weeks since that fateful night, she’d gone out on nightly patrols with the FEM Fighters. Indeed, she’d ridden with all four heroines. They all treated her like an equal, despite her not having any super powers.

Tomboy jogged across the street. The parking lot was out front, with access to the sides and back cut off by a ten-foot tall cinderblock wall hidden behind thick shrubs. Odd, that. Tomboy struggled getting over the wall, since the shrubs kept her from getting a running start on a jump. But she got over to find Gloriosa sitting on her bike, nose in her phone.

“Shopping?”

The beautiful Latina looked up and smiled. “What else? I’ve already bought two blouses and a new toaster.”

“Toaster?”

“I like toast! What wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head while smiling. “So, what’s up for tonight? Drug bust? Hassle some pimps?”

Gloriosa patted the seat behind her. “You’ll see. Mount up.”

Tomboy quickly threw a leg over the bike and settled in snugly behind the FEM Fighter. She placed her hands on Gloriosa’s well-rounded hips, waiting to wrap her arms around until after they headed out.

“I’m going to miss your hands and arms all over me,” Gloriosa said.

“Hey, I apologized for the inappropriate touches. I get distracted and… Wait, what do you mean you’re going to miss them?”

Gloriosa slanted a pleased look back over her shoulder, bit her lip, and lifted the phone. There was an app up on the screen, which reminded Tomboy that she had a new app on her phone. The Hypno App, as did every other heroine in the city. They’d used the app to make the Hypno Gang forget their secret identities. It worked so well, they decided to use it themselves.

The app Gloriosa had up wasn’t that app. It had a black screen with a red OPEN button and green CLOSE button. The masked Latina tapped OPEN.

“What the hell?” Tomboy whispered.

A section of the bank’s back wall opened up to reveal a ramp down into the basement. Gloriosa started her motorcycle, and put it into first. They eased into the entry, lights coming up as they approached. She tapped CLOSE, and the entry closed behind them.

Gloriosa drove down the spiraling ramp a good fifty feet below the bank. The ramp emptied out into a large chamber with four other motorcycles. All four walls were lined with tables and workstations, complete with computers, monitors all over the walls above. News feeds filled the screens, some were internet and others TV broadcasts. Doors led to other rooms.

“What is this place?”

“Welcome to FEM Fighter Central,” Puritan said.

Tomboy dismounted. Puritan quickly hugged her, followed by Vixen and Puma. They showed her around, telling what all the different workstations were about. They had crime computers, with secure links to the local, state, and federal servers. They could do anything the police could do there.

“Wow. I am so grateful you trusted me enough to show me this.”

“We do,” Gloriosa said. She opened a box and pulled out a wide belt, and then handed it to Tomboy. “Welcome to the team, Tomboy.”

A FEM Belt. An actual Force Energization and Manifestation belt, developed for the military, but used by FEM Fighters. The wide belt given her was white, with blue trim and a red TB on the buckle.

“Red, white, and blue,” she whispered. “Mine?”

“Yours,” Puma said. “You are a FEM Fighter, Tomboy.”

Vixen stepped up close, took the belt from her and quickly fastened it around Tomboy’s waist. The busty blonde gasped, eyes huge, as the power belt’s “power” flowed into her.

“Oh my! That feels…”

“Yes it does,” Puma laughed. “Just an added benefit.”

Puritan stepped up with a matching Power Bracer. She had Tomboy hold up her right arm, and showed her how to put on and take off the bracer. And then Gloriosa put the left bracer on her.

“Don’t touch anything just yet,” Puritan said when Tomboy reached over to the right bracer. “We need to train you on a few things first.”

“Yeah, Puritan zapped me and another FEM Fighter when she was given her devices,” Gloriosa said. “Don’t be like Puritan.”

“Hey, how much do I have to apologize for that?”

Tomboy looked from smiling face to smiling face. “I can’t believe it. I’m really one of you.” Tears began to flow. “I’m so happy. I promise, I’ll do my very best and make you all proud!”

“You’ve already made us proud,” Gloriosa said. “You saved us from the Hypno Gang, and for that we’ll be forever grateful.”

“Speaking of grateful…” Puma said, indicating a blank monitor.

Gloriosa led them all over to the monitor. She turned it on. It was attached to a PC, so she clicked on a website, typed in a password, and another room appeared on the screen. A room with three other super heroines.

“Good evening, Lady Texas,” Gloriosa said. “We have our newest member, Tomboy, here. I think you’d like to speak with her.”

Lady Texas stood there between Lone Star and Texas Girl. They were all in full costumes, looking hot, sexy, and super heroine gorgeous. Kinda took Tomboy’s breath away. And then Lady Texas stepped forward, hands over her heart.

“I just wanted to personally thank you for saving my apprentice, Texas Girl, and my good friend, Lone Star,” the celebrated Sisterhood heroine said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’ll forever be in your debt. If there’s anything you need, just ask.”

“Thank you, beautiful!” Texas Girl said, stepping up beside her mentor. “I won’t forget what you did. You’re the best!”

Lone Star stepped up hesitantly. “I want to apologize for all I did to you while under the gang’s power. And I’ll forever be grateful to you, as well. Forget what Lady Texas said. If there’s anything you need, ask me. I’ll get you two.”

“It’s not a competition,” Lady Texas said.

“Since when?”

Tomboy found herself too choked up to speak for a moment.

“I’m just grateful we all got out of that terrible situation relatively unscathed,” Tomboy said. “And if I failed, I have no doubt one of you ladies would’ve found a way to save me.”

“Well, except for Puritan,” Puma said. “She’d just accidently shoot you with her stunner.”

“Hey! I apologized every time!”

“She shot me out of the sky once. I fell almost a hundred feet!” Lone Star said.

“I’m sorry,” Puritan cried. “No one believes me, but I swear my stun bracer is glitchy.”

Vixen caught Tomboy’s eyes, tapped her temple, and mouthed, “Glitchy.”

“I saw that,” Puritan said.

“Aw, you guys be nice to Puritan,” Tomboy said. “I love her so much.”

“Thank you. At least someone appreciates me.” Puritan pointed behind them. “By the way, to show their thanks, the Sisterhood paid for your new motorcycle.”

Tomboy’s jaw dropped. A motorcycle? Hermotorcycle? And then she realized there were more than four motorcycles in the chamber. One of them was red, white, and blue.

“It’s gorgeous! Thank you so much!”

Gloriosa ended the call to the Sisterhood, and they went over the motorcycle with Tomboy. It had many secret, and very helpful upgrades. She also got the app to open the access to their underground facility, that they referred to as The Lair.

“I think we’re going to have a long and successful crime fighting career together,” Tomboy said. “And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my career with than you girls.”

After another round of hugging, Puritan said, “Let’s mount up and hit the streets.”

“Yes. It’s time for Tomboy to show the city her colors!”

The End