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The Spy Who Shot Me 19 Briarpatch
Kat felt dizzy and feverish, fallen onto the sun-deck of Daddy’s Money. Was it shock? A rifle bullet had hit along her ribs, glancing blow, dug a ditch in her skin. Her regeneration power is in overdrive. Bye bye, pretty roses tattoo. At least she’ll have baby skin when it was over. Head felt light, kind of feverish. Body overheating from her super healing power.
She felt for the gunshot wound. Left side. Flesh torn down to a couple of broken ribs. She felt detached from the pain. Adrenaline and endorphins hitting. Her right hand clawed the air, plucked a wound wrap out of her subspace storage, and slapped it down. What a mess! Blood and wine all over the deck. Starting to rain, more wind. No more incoming fire. Accident? No such thing. Sniper.
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She better get her head together. At least twelve seconds since the shot. Kat heard powerboats roar, getting closer. Only a few hundred meters to that bunch gathered off the Institute.  All of them did not see her fall. Daddy&
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The Spy Who Shot Me 18
Four hundred meters offshore was a cruiser, pirated by the Organization. On board were the creeps we saw in part five: Count Erick Lennart and his personal lackeys. Also half a dozen clone soldiers of the resurgent Organization on the cruiser. Lennart had rounded up three dozen more troops, in half a dozen speedboats.
“Excellent shot, Madam Assassin.” Jan Karavelov, the short olive-skinned man in the white suit complemented the dark woman in green. “It is difficult hitting a moving target from a rocking boat."
“Trivial, Arranger. I expected better from a so-called super-hero. She was careless and defenseless.” Mildrid Dietrich, a dark woman in green, scanned other boats around. The crowds watching the police activity on shore did not seem to notice her shot. She fired from a state of the art silenced Cheytech 300. The silencer was more of a suppressor, the bullet supersonic. But it seemed no one heard it over the motor boat’s engines.
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The Spy Who Shoot Me 17 Dive Dive Dive
30 minutes later, Mad Kat whined. “Why do I stay with the boat? Dispatch’s girls wanted a boat ride. We could have let them come along and left Daddy’s Money with them.” Kat wore another a Dantederm armor wet-suit. Hers was black and red, with white skulls but constructed like Dante’s more girly outfit.
Dante snapped, “Dispatch’s kids want to lay around,  tanning and drinking. They’re safer in the Dome. This boat attracts too many sea monsters. Getting them sunk, gets us punked, you punk. Their Mommy and Auntie would not approve. Psike 3 could torture us in exquisite agony for a thousand years. And never leave a mark.”
Dante, Mad Kat, Lugh, Aaron, and their special guest Director Mako Nygun were back in Seychelles waters. Daddy’s Money carefully approached the undersea base, less than a mile from the Victoria Ocean Studies Institute. They could see the Institute was surrounded by local police and emergency workers.
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The Spy Who Shot Me 16 IN THE ROBOTS LAIR
Mako Nguyen smiled at Mad Kat. “I am a Constructed Free Willed Intelligence and have been so for all my existence. A clone should understand that, young lady…“ Lugh and the FX had her cornered in her own office. Doctor Caverol had been dragged along.
Mad Kat’s eyes narrowed, “Negative. I am a meat Popsicle. Are you a sexbot?”
Dante snickered. Her pistol aim had not wavered. “Katherine don’t be rude. Have enough class to treat a sapient cyber-intellect with respect. Don’t embarrass me or even my other idiot self-centered clones. Of course, she’s a sexbot, but with extra programs, Oui?”
Mako didn’t react to the FX’ baiting, Kat's reaction to Dante was loud and shrill. “I am not a clone. Certainly not your clone! I'm the wizard and the witch’s true daughter!”
Doctor Bandridge’s aim was as steady. He realized the FX’ were messing with the droid. Trying to take advantage. How c
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The Spy Who Shot Me 15 How Long
In her room at the resort, the Observer operated a laptop. It had a cell antenna and a joystick controller. Views from drone cameras filled the laptop display.
“They’re in route. Approaching the Ocean Studies Institute. She listened to her earpiece, then replied. “I understand and I obey, Leader.” The Leader hung up on her. She flexed her fingers, scratched her elbow.
A knock at her door. What? “Who is it?”
“Room service, madam. We received a package for you. The card says, “From Your Special Friend in Brazil.” A man’s voice. Island accent. Native?
An Organization passphrase? The Leader had not informed her! The observer threw a towel over her laptop and binoculars and went to open the door.
She saw two dark-haired men, wearing immaculate hotel uniforms. They waited at the door, with a food service cart. The short one had a Tablet computer. The Observer opened her door to admit them to her room. There was a hiss from a dart
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The Spy Who Shot Me 14 Convoy
Regardless, Lugh rode in the Pink Panther with Mad Kat.
Dante and Lugh came out to the main room. Dante pointed at him and told her clone “Transport, Escort, Bamfoozle the boffins. Precious Blossom was with Dr Bandrige at the Institute yesterday. Your turn. I’m going to lay the hammer down as Me, personal. You savvy?”
Mad Kat chuckled as she turned to the other FX, “I saw it in your memories. That was the worst impersonation of Kitten. Like, ever. I hope Dispatch kept a recording. The whole team needs a laugh at your expense!”
Dante stopped three foot away from the Kat. She straightened to her full height, hands on her hips, a sneer on her lips. “The targets won’t know any better. Why were you nosing in my memories, you creep?”
“Studying my wise and expert elder Old Lady. Trying to understand how you’d blundered into such a damned obvious trap.” Mad Kat mirrored Dante’s pose and expression. “Did you know ther
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The Spy Who Shot me 13: Visitors
Captain Spaanjaar’s final, heroic, act was pressing ‘send’ on his SmartTab. A speargun bolt penetrated the base of his skull, killing him in an instant. The shooter, a dark hulking figure in dark green rubber, still silent, entered the bridge, looking for something. Not finding what they looked for, it left, pausing to grab the SmartTab.
Meanwhile At a resort Villa outside Victoria, Seychelles:
Mademoiselle circled the room, making Cavoral nervous. That was the way she liked him. He grew damp with sweat. Kept his eyes fixed forward,  careful not to stare at her. She stepped behind him. He heard popping and sucking noises around her. His hands trembled. What was she doing?
Dante came downstairs, finding her clone prancing around. Smiling an insolent grin up at her. What a lovely day.
Mademoiselle had quick-changed to silver studded black (armored) biker gear. Butt-kicker thigh length boots with buckles. Big studded shoulder pads. A leather corset pulled in
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The Spy Who Shot Me, Part 12 Crazy Girls
“Bandridge! I know you’re in there!” Doctor Cavoral continued yelling outside the vila’s front door.
Aaron Cambridge Cavoral, DDS. Founder and Spokesman for the Institute for Responsive Science In the Public Interest. Critical, acidic, nosy, a gadfly and a crackpot. He and his ‘Institute’ were a thorn in SCIOPS side.
Cavoral claimed the government and corporate-funded SCIOPS could not be trusted to keep the ‘public interests’ paramount. That may be true. SCIOPS Investigators were compromised by covert government agents. Lugh ‘Ryan Bandridge’ Hightower knew that better than anyone. But Cavoral has a charisma problem, he doesn’t have any.  
Lugh rushed out of his bedroom to the large common dining and sitting room. He found FX’ and two young Asian men he didn’t know. Dante wore a dull yellow sweat suit; her young clone wore a colorful casual top and shorts that showed off her ink. Neither appeared to have
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The Spy Who Shot Me, Part 11
Lugh clung to the wheel for support. He gasped for air and watched the Nazi pirate submarine sink in the false dawn. FX lay next to him collapsed. Weeping. Shivering. She slapped him away. Did he alone remain to tell the tale?
Daddy’s Toy skipped over waves at full speed. After JATO rockets burned out, he throttled back to ten knots.
Lugh heard a voice from the choker around her neck. “Hey crazy old lady, are you there?”
FX's voice. Was he going mad? He opened and closed his mouth as he realized it must be her clone speaking. Which one? He leaned over and replied, “This is… Doctor Bandridge. Doctor Alexander is indisposed.”
“Lazy bitch is slacking off, huh? Can you come back and pick me up? This oil slick is a bitch.”
So the younger clone had joined the sea battle. Lugh man-handled the boat around. The wheel wasn’t responding well. “I’m headed back to where the sub sank.”
Blasting out of Stormfront da
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The Spy Who Shot Me Part 10 Blowing and Breaking
The White Power Submarine Stormfront shook as it reached full speed. Lugh turned to FX. “Twenty-five or thirty knots, she can swim, let’s see if she can fly.”
Dante pointed him to a valve on the port side as she climbed to turn one starboard. “I want to blow.”

“Delightful. Let’s.” Lugh helped Dante get into position. She flinched at his touch but forced herself to relax. In unison, they opened the valves. More noise: screaming compressed air and a gurgling water leaving the ballast tanks. Loud, even though the sub’s thick hull.
A scream came over the boat’s PA. “Hightower! Lieutenant! Doctor Hightower! I kill you, I kill your spic mother, I kill your nigger wife…”
Lugh recognized the voice. He fired one shot into the nearest speaker. “Former PO Brader. We had a few bad ones in the SEAL teams. They kicked him out. Twice.”
Overhead, Mad Kat approached the WPS Stormfront, riding her sky
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The Spy Who Shot Me Part 9 Drive It Home
Poised on the balls of her feet, Mad Kat activated her tactical amps and speakers, “I’m FX! Bad Mama-jama of the Human Legion. What do you want? Who do you greasy goobers think you’re glaring at? Where’s the bimbo, she’s the brains, Am I right? Are you looking for Trouble? Yes, No, Maybe, Kat got your tongue?”
Maurice White looked into the armor protected face of Catherine Dante Alexander, FX. She had no weapons in her hands but stood before a phalanx of combat robots. They filled the resort parking lot! All with guns pointed in his general direction. He knew terror and prayed he’d survive the next five minutes. Was Big Daddy was getting him killed?
Big Daddy is cocky self-confidence personified. He smiled broader and grew in size. The big Samoan wrestler towered eight foot tall, a full foot and a half over his norm, dwarfing FX. He boomed laughter, “Finally! The Cat HAS come back! To Victoria.”
He kept talking, “Big Da
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The Spy who Shot me: Kat part 8
Previous: Mad Kat went dancing with her ancient (but hot!) ‘Uncle’ Chin Jee! Now back to their romantic tropical resort hotel! But who is stalking them? Paparazzi? Renegade pro wrestlers? Ravaging sea monsters?
Uncle Chin asked, concerned, “A drone, you say? Is it a threat?”
“Yes.” Kat was multitasking. Don’t try this when you drive; distracted driving kills. FX has a genuine certified, lab tested superpower. Her hands were on the wheel, her eyes on the road. It was a dark road with little traffic. Part of her mind scanned for danger ahead.
Another thought thread focused on her immortal cousin and date. Was he a threat? Should she jump his bones?
A third thread had noticed a drone following the Pink Panther hybrid sports car. It was considering responses. Might not yet be time for the old ultra-violence. Yet.
Her inner ‘ear’ for telepathic messages opened up. Dispatch called from Human Legion Ops Centre. “Katherine, som
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The Spy Who Shot me Part 7: Lugh at Sea
Previous: Ex-SEAL Lugh Hightower is on a SCIOPS sea monster hunt. He's in his secret ID as Ryan Bandridge, Oceanographer. HQ has straddled him with the infamous super-heroine FX, a pain in the ass. Not least because she had more pull with SCIOPS and SED. He let her take the first watch.
“Doctor Bandridge? Ryan?” a squeaky voice asked over the intercom.
Lugh woke in an instant. “Yes Blossom?” He’d stretched to nap. Laying down on a sofa in the salon of the yacht “Daddy’s Toy” off the Seychelles islands. Was someone else listening?
Dante’s voice changed to a normal tone. “Ryan, I finished the survey pattern and brought the drones back in. Are we ready to make a pass at that heat source? Captain?”
He wasn’t about to commit without an update. And insuring their vessel was secure. Cat was up to something. Again and always. “Let me see the survey results before we change course. I’ll join you on the br
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Four hundred meters offshore was a cruiser, pirated by the Organization. On board were the creeps we saw in part five: Count Erick Lennart and his personal lackeys. Also half a dozen clone soldiers of the resurgent Organization on the cruiser. Lennart had rounded up three dozen more troops, in half a dozen speedboats.

“Excellent shot, Madam Assassin.” Jan Karavelov, the short olive-skinned man in the white suit complemented the dark woman in green. “It is difficult hitting a moving target from a rocking boat."

“Trivial, Arranger. I expected better from a so-called super-hero. She was careless and defenseless.” Mildrid Dietrich, a dark woman in green, scanned other boats around. The crowds watching the police activity on shore did not seem to notice her shot. She fired from a state of the art silenced Cheytech 300. The silencer was more of a suppressor, the bullet supersonic. But it seemed no one heard it over the motor boat’s engines.

Barrett 50 caliber anti-material rifles were old favorites of FX and her clones. FX haunted the Murfreesboro factory when she was a Troubleshooter, based in Nashville. The Barrett had been advanced twentieth-century mil-tech, but no longer state of the art. In the twenty-first century, elite operators have more advanced weapons. Precision rifles were equipped with Smart System scopes, stabilizers, and fire-control groups.  Systems designed by Tech Eleven. Such weapons proliferated during the Swarm invasion.

Dietrich saved her gunscope recording for later analysis and celebration. “Should I send an anonymous copy to Eleven? They say she hates FX.”

“Don’t bait the tiger!” The leader, Count Erick Lennart, a pale bald man in maroon barked, “FX is immoral! Secure this girl before she regenerates! She’s still a threat. We’ll cremate her!” The Count’s jaw clenched, his eyes shone, as cruel as his half-brother. And twice as mad.

“At once, Leader!” Their tech, Donald R. Globe, wearing floral silk shirt and black shorts. He nudged the controls, driving the cruiser towards Daddy’s Money. Donald is a drone control specialist, “Leader. We are low on Drones. Only two remain.” (The Heroes have been blowing them up.)

“Scout the boat! And lay obscuring smoke! Maximize utility!” The count yelled down to his cloned frogmen commandos, “Prepare incendiary grenades! No evidence, no witnesses!”

“Yes, Leader!” Not being a complete idiot, Globe had already re-tasked one of his two remaining drones. The other he left watching the Institute. A rain squall was kicking up, the smoke might not be necessary, but it wouldn’t hurt. “FX’s down, not moving, lying in a red pool.”

As the rain came down, the Leader's other boats followed his cruisers. More Organization thugs, armed and ready.

Another speedboat fell in line with the squadron of pirate boats. It takes pirates to hunt pirates. Captain Chen Jee has centuries of experience. He'd gathered a hearty crew. Four meta-human wrestlers joined him on the hotel’s boat.

"Finally, Big Daddy has come to kick ass!"

A few hundred meters below the surface, three motorized underwater chariots swooped and danced. Lugh’s team saw Lights below and ahead. Several domes rested on the seafloor. The water was clear enough to reveal a dozen swimmers around the domes, awaiting them. FX surged ahead past the other two, to circle at speed around the domes. Lugh headed towards the largest dome; he saw it had a wet well at its base. Like a big diving bell.

Caverol charged the swimmers. They scattered. He zoomed through them, full speed for perhaps 30 seconds, then spun around and charged back. He felt the Director struggle in the saddle behind him. He bumped three of the swimmers.  Hard. He rolled his chariot as he turned around again, and charged again. Under his mask, he laughed and cried “Toro!” Under her mask, Director Mako Nyguyn seemed silent but emitted Ultrasonic signals, too high pitched for Aaron’s ears.

Lugh slowed to stop under the main dome’s wet well. He floated up inside, seeing over a score of gunmen (or gun-androids) waiting for him. They were of a type with the efficient young European people he’d seen at the Institute. Armed with H&K MP5 submachine guns. He floated up into the air chamber then removed his mask. No sudden moves. Dozens of guns aimed at him. Red laser dots danced across his chest.

He looked around, smiling and faking calm he didn’t quite feel. Lugh said, “Please put those guns away. FX is mining this installation with powerful bombs. FX power bombs. If everyone plays nice, we might all survive and prosper. If not, she’ll blow us all to hell. You’ve heard how she is.”,  

The grim guards didn’t change their blank expressions. They said nothing but pointed their SMGs away from him. Lugh congratulated them, “Bravo. Excellent choice. I have a terrible aversion to violence and underwater explosions. Take me to your leader.”

To his complete lack of surprise, a double of Mako Nyguyn appeared among them. “Doctor Alexander’s is well known. You’re a cool one, to work with her. Climb up and come with me, Doctor Bandridge. Allow me to show you our facility.”

“Would not miss it for the world. An impressive facility.”

“The surface world is not enough, Doctor Bandridge."

Dante broke away from the other divers. She dismounted her chariot in a cloud of obscuring ink.  It ran off on autopilot to help her mad bad Uncle Aaron raise merry old hell. Dante activated her sophisticated scuba kit's rebreather mode and her camofilm cloaking. Without a plume of bubbles, unnoticed, she swam down to the underwater base and got busy with bombs. The torc that mounted her Exile Beacon tingled a message from World Warrior command. Irritated, she tapped it twice to accept the message.

“Hell-OH, most useless of prototypes!” Lovely, her damned Evil Clone(TM) Eleven was vitalizing the Human Legion boards. “Great leadership! Somebody took a shot at Mademoiselle Frenchie, as soon as you left her alone!”

Dante had only ten minutes before her gas mix became toxic. If she hurried she’d mine the entire base before starting bubbling again. Or dying. The Torc picks up her sub-vocalizations. Then forward them as voice — a handy bit of super-science that. “She’s on bait duty. About time The frog earned her pay. She ducked, or did she fuck it up again? Like you would?”

Eleven called to brag. “They shot her with a Smarter weapon. Pay me!”

“Missed by a mile then.” Was somebody dumb enough to shoot a Catherine Alexander look-a-like with a Smarter weapon? Smarter System has Optical recognition built in. “No one better realize how many safeguards are in Smarter System. Yet.”

“Grazed her. A good four centimeters from any vital organs! Blood splatters, she fall down, go boom, looks realistic!”

Junior bleeding like a stuck pig. She’d be as angry as the real FX. Dante struggled to control her breathing and heart rate. “Too close, you sloppy extraneous bitch. Fix that. Don’t try to slip in that override function again. I want to see the software patch today. And get back to whatever alleged good deed you’re allegedly deployed on. We’re busy. I’m busy. Come here and get your hands dirty or shut the fuck up.”

“Shutting up. Bitch Ass. You'll want that override if XS comes back. Villians always do.”

They did, but Dante didn't want Eleven or even Mad Kat with the override. She felt light headed. The breather’s toxic oxygen-nitrogen mix could kill her far too soon. She worked faster before it was too late.

Something rough scrapped her leg. Salt burned in the abrasion.
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Previous:
The Spy Who Shoot Me 17 Dive Dive Dive30 minutes later, Mad Kat whined. “Why do I stay with the boat? Dispatch’s girls wanted a boat ride. We could have let them come along and left Daddy’s Money with them.” Kat wore another a Dantederm armor wet-suit. Hers was black and red, with white skulls but constructed like Dante’s more girly outfit.
Dante snapped, “Dispatch’s kids want to lay around,  tanning and drinking. They’re safer in the Dome. This boat attracts too many sea monsters. Getting them sunk, gets us punked, you punk. Their Mommy and Auntie would not approve. Psike 3 could torture us in exquisite agony for a thousand years. And never leave a mark.”
Dante, Mad Kat, Lugh, Aaron, and their special guest Director Mako Nygun were back in Seychelles waters. Daddy’s Money carefully approached the undersea base, less than a mile from the Victoria Ocean Studies Institute. They could see the Institute was surrounded by local police and emergency workers.


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The Spy Who Shot Me 19 BriarpatchKat felt dizzy and feverish, fallen onto the sun-deck of Daddy’s Money. Was it shock? A rifle bullet had hit along her ribs, glancing blow, dug a ditch in her skin. Her regeneration power is in overdrive. Bye bye pretty roses tattoo. At least she’ll have baby skin when it was over. Head felt light, kind of feverish. Body overheating from her super healing power.
She felt for the gunshot wound. Left side. Flesh torn down to a couple of broken ribs. She felt detached from the pain. Adrenaline and endorphins hitting. Her right hand clawed the air, plucked a wound wrap out of her subspace storage, and slapped it down. What a mess! Blood and wine all over the deck. Starting to rain, more wind. No more incoming fire. Accident? No such thing. Sniper.
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She better get her head together. At least twelve seconds since the shot. Kat heard powerboats roar, getting closer. Only a few hundred meters to that bunch gathered off the Institute.  All them should not seen her fall. Daddy&
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Kat felt dizzy and feverish, fallen onto the sun-deck of Daddy’s Money. Was it shock? A rifle bullet had hit along her ribs, glancing blow, dug a ditch in her skin. Her regeneration power is in overdrive. Bye bye, pretty roses tattoo. At least she’ll have baby skin when it was over. Head felt light, kind of feverish. Body overheating from her super healing power.

She felt for the gunshot wound. Left side. Flesh torn down to a couple of broken ribs. She felt detached from the pain. Adrenaline and endorphins hitting. Her right hand clawed the air, plucked a wound wrap out of her subspace storage, and slapped it down. What a mess! Blood and wine all over the deck. Starting to rain, more wind. No more incoming fire. Accident? No such thing. Sniper.
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She better get her head together. At least twelve seconds since the shot. Kat heard powerboats roar, getting closer. Only a few hundred meters to that bunch gathered off the Institute.  All of them did not see her fall. Daddy’s Money was under a coordinated attack.

“Kat!” She felt Carmine’s, Psike 3’s telepathic voice inside her head. “Hang on, we’ll port you out!”

“Belay that, Big Rad Momma! I got them where I want them!” Kat expressed bravado she didn’t quite feel. Carmine would read that doubt; so FX pushed it down. Bad Kat’s brain, do what Kat tells you! More Good Drugs(TM) would help. No time for those now. Also no quack.

She checked her ugly wound again. Icky sticky! But blood vessels were already sealing, bleeding stops. Bones grinding and knitting. Violated flesh mending. She shivered, spat, “I’m FX, I ain’t running from a few thugs!”

Kay waved her arm again, pulled a suit liner and armor out of subspace. Cover and protect her.  Arm her. Her cyber-goggles showed eight, no nine boats headed for her.  Pirates she reckoned. Bold pirates; they’d cleaned up these waters before the war. “That last boatload are friendlies. I think.” Uncle Jee, and those silly pro-wrestlers. The pirates didn’t seem to notice them.

She took a second, activated an instant replay channel. There’s the shooter. Bitch with a fancy sniper rifle. Gyro-stabilized with electronic sights. If it was a SmarterSight, Kat must clobber Eleven. And Old Lady while she’s at it. You got one job you old bitch, keep the Evil one-one in line.

“Not their fault! The shooter’s responsible! That gun saved you. The older Catherines are bragging  Smart computers are programmed to miss your center of mass. " Psike 3 stayed in Kat’s head, “I see over two dozen pirates on the display. You’re hurt bad, I can feel your condition — that’s my power!” Carmine’s physical empathy let her feel what others were feeling. Useful. And she can project any physical sensation she’d ever felt. Nasty.  She has a ferocious inventory.

“Thirty-three pirates, actually.” Kat watched the approaching boats, her cyber-goggles still linked to drones. “I’m healing. That’s my power.” She found her own SmarterPhone, “These fuckers got it coming back to them thirty times over! Activating gunbots, that’ll fuck these pirates up.” Kat forced herself to her knees and crawled towards the ladder. Staying below the gunwales. “Gonna whale on the baddies. With guns!”

“Most are clones! I can 'read them, they're organization commandos! Handpicked, lab-bred and programmed elite troops! You’re outnumbered. Pull out and catch your breath.”

“No can do. Old Lady’s below, counting on me.”

“I can get free here and join you. And more World Warriors. This isn’t a solo Cat mission. Not with two of you. And the more the merrier.”

“No, they need you guys in the Caribbean.” A series of hurricanes exhausted emergency services. The Human Legion struggled to fill in. “Things are bad there. Yes, No, Maybe? Working on your tan?” Kat knew Carmine wasn’t. The Human Legion didn’t have time to sleep or eat. Not for days.

“We can break away. Our heavy hitters will take those guys down. Quick!”

“And the paperwork will tie them up for hours. I’m in broad daylight here, in full view of a squad of cops. Not going to keep this brawl quiet. Keep the team focused on stepping and fetching and laying pipe and pulling cable. Kissing Babies. And punch Doc Robin for me. Damn cloners.” Four eerie gleaming metallic skeletons shambled pass Kat towards the deck, brandishing heavy weapons. “Me and my clanks got this.”

Thirty-five fathoms down, Dante gave up. At this depth s her scuba in a stealthy rebreather mode is toxic. And now sharks surrounded her. FX poked one with a shock baton. She switched her gas mix back with her other hand.  Vore hurts less than oxygen poisoning Maybe.

She saw surgical scars on the shark. Cybernetic implants. Half a dozen thirteen-foot sharks circled near her. All cyborgs. Divers just beyond, herding them with beams of light. Lasers with fricking sharks. Great.

Too many to fight fair. FX hated fighting fair, but worse she can't blow then up dirty. She carried too many explosives. Her remaining mines were overkill. Too dangerous. Sympathetic explosions are a thing. They’d all go off, twenty kilos of high-grade brand-name Dantemite. She’d pulp herself and flatten the underwater base.

Fun times, but it would hurt, maybe kill her own bad boys. She must protect Lugh and Arron. If they died, the directors would yell at her. The Woman would do worse. Amber would try to console her, while Eleven smirked at her failure. Not Going To Happen. Not on FX’s watch!

She floated still, arms and legs spread, hands open, submissive. Two divers swam in, seized and bound Dante. Her rage boiled as they hauled her down into the base. She kept it off her face, forced herself to relax.

Nearby, more divers swarmed over Secret Agent 004. Major Aaron Caverol, PhD. Royal Marine Commando (Retired). They dragged the chariot to a stop, overwhelmed him, freed the director. The divers hauled him into the base.

All according to his plan. Caverol acted glum and defeated. His little smirk was not visible. Yet.
“Not being an idiot is my other superpower.”
30 minutes later, Mad Kat whined. “Why do I stay with the boat? Dispatch’s girls wanted a boat ride. We could have let them come along and left Daddy’s Money with them.” Kat wore another a Dantederm armor wet-suit. Hers was black and red, with white skulls but constructed like Dante’s more girly outfit.

Dante snapped, “Dispatch’s kids want to lay around,  tanning and drinking. They’re safer in the Dome. This boat attracts too many sea monsters. Getting them sunk, gets us punked, you punk. Their Mommy and Auntie would not approve. Psike 3 could torture us in exquisite agony for a thousand years. And never leave a mark.”

Dante, Mad Kat, Lugh, Aaron, and their special guest Director Mako Nygun were back in Seychelles waters. Daddy’s Money carefully approached the undersea base, less than a mile from the Victoria Ocean Studies Institute. They could see the Institute was surrounded by local police and emergency workers. Pleasure boats loaded with gawking tourists had gathered. News, Police, and Tour helicopters circled the area.

Chin Jee and Bal McGavin had split up. Bal stayed at the resort, watching over the Organization observer, and waiting for back up. Chin checked out an off-shore capable speedboat and followed his cousins down the coast to the Institute. When the Korean Billionaire arrived, he wasn’t surprised by the mess. Only that most of the buildings and vehicles were still intact. Local police were investigating, as paramedics treated some rough looking fellows. FX used mercy rounds and stun grenades?

Perhaps he was not needed. Then he saw another boat floating nearby. The crew was also rough fellows, and a woman he judged rougher. Perhaps he would find something to do.

Back offshore, on Daddy’s Money Kat’s twisted up her face. Old Lady felt threatened by Psike 3? Big Momma’s a teddy bear. But… “Yeah, I guess she could. So, no civilians aboard? I want the Jimarez boy tangled in my love web!”

“Tramp. And a civilian yourself, don’t forget!”

“As if. I’m the goddamn FX! Bomb Girl forever!” Mad Kat crossed her arms. “I’m not a kid! I’m operational! Saved your ancient ass last night, or have you already forgotten? Senility finally setting in!”

The doubles bickered constantly. Lugh Hightower was learning to ignore that — their important communications were between the lines. Aaron Cavoral seemed amused. Mako was unreadable.

“You are an almost plausible facsimile. Not quite respectable yet, but getting better.” Dante paused. Mad Kat was behaving and performing well. Can’t keep her locked up in the Armory forever. Kat won’t be controlled but can be channeled. Cat with a “C” twisted her face, then offered a hand and an alternative, “Not in Seychelles. We can cruise around Cabo after this gig finishes. Bring the brother as personal eye candy and his sisters as extra hunk bait. Everybody happy? But right now, we need you here. I need you here.”

“You ladies don’t need hunk bait. You and Doctor Bandridge are tasty enough morsels.” The FX’ provided Aaron an armored wet-suit matching their own and what Lugh wore. Caverol strutted and preened like a peacock. Dante had ordered him to guard the android Director Mako Nguyen.

“You’re an allegedly unbiased observer.” Lugh had the wheel, reading the scanners. He had not appreciated what Dante told him was the truth about Aaron Caverol. The Dire family (especially FX) lie constantly. He added, “Somebody’s put a buoy out. X marks the sport. Is this an invitation, Director?”

Mako said nothing. They had realized she was an android and bullied her along at gunpoint. Between underwater bases, U-boats, and attacking gangsters, there was too much weirdness around the Institute. It’s confrontation time.

Aaron’s walrus mustache framed a wide grin. “I prefer beef to fish, lad, but I’m a connoisseur of sexy secret agents. Takes one to know one, as they say!”

What a tool. Lugh wondered how did a British asset gain Federal SED command codes? He tried to make do. “This is my assignment. But we need another bullet stopper. Doctor Senior Investigator Caverol. Commander Bond. Whatever your real name is. You’re drafted.”

Mad Kat piped up “He are not number seven: He are Number Six.” Dante punched her shoulder. Family secrets!

“Number four, rather. Taught James tradecraft, all the tricks. But they reassigned my old double oh number. You may call me Aaron, hotshot. Whatever your real name is.”

Lugh’s dead-panned right back. “Bandridge. Doctor Ryan Bandridge. PhD. Reassigned? You don’t say, Brit. Double Oh agents are old news. It’s the Twenty-First century, SEALs are the badasses now.”

“We also serve. Yank.” Caverol’s tone was light, a tad jaunty even.

Dante threw a piece of ice at Mad Kat. “Like I always say, testosterone is a hell of a drug. Good enough for bullet stoppers.” The elder FX turned her attention towards Mako. The android still showed no emotion, only an attentive expression.

Mad Kat snorted. She slid close to Lugh and purred, “So’s estrogen.” She kept one eye on Dante. “I thought bullet stopping was my… Our job.”

Keeping her own eyes on the Director, Dante snapped at her clone, “It was, but you’re getting on my nerves. As usual. So, stay with the boat and drone controls. Pretend to be a victim. Like the Ramirez kids might have. If I wasn’t afraid of Mommy and Auntie.”

“You’re not afraid of nothing. Me, a victim? Never happen! What am I supposed to do, sit around and look stupid? Suck my thumb? Not gonna!”

“No, we’ve already established you’re too stupid to be afraid and way too stupid to look stupid. You’ve got more talents towards ‘slut’. Go with what works.”

“Fuck you, old bat.”

“You’re not my type. You can act slut, I have faith in you. Channel the Evil clones. Let your boobs hang out and your mouth hang open. Look bored. Lounge. Drink. Rub on oil until you shine. Act horny. Drunk. Cheap.” Dante stepped over and yanked Mad Kat’s zipper down. Under her wet-suit, a tiny sheer black bra with skulls clasped pert breasts.

Mad Kat moved closer to Lugh, not quite touching his muscular form. She stretched her body like a bow,“Yeah? Those are official Human Legion orders, Senior World Warrior Old Hag? Then it’s a damn shame Brick’s camera isn’t around when the real one and true FX’s boobs are ready to party. My boobs could hit the Tabloids like my favorite bombs. Dudes and dyke's scope me, dreaming of blazing hot sweaty gun-bunny action.”

Dante turned red. Kat had bad ideas from the Evil Clones. “I was right. Talent, tramp.”

“Orders! Your orders!” Mad Kat cupped her chest and wiggled her tits at Lugh. Her ass sashayed as she danced to music only she could hear. “I don’t sag like ‘an’ Old Lady! You like, Doctor Bandridge? Mista Stud? Don’t you and the world yearn for FX superwoman super tits? Shouldn’t they be in Playboy? The SI Swimsuit issue? Or maybe a Vogue feature, I’m a cee-fucking celebrity. Classy! I can see the headline now, “Big Bang in Sea Shells!’”

Lugh sighed. “If it’s not one thing it’s another. Doctor Alexander, curb your clone.”

“She’s a cat, a crazy cat, they don’t train well. And has an inflated idea of her chest appeal. Next time we let her out, she’s going with Amber and Psike. See how she likes guys ignoring her for the team sexpots.”

“You got some kind of inferiority complex, Old Lady. Gotta work for what you get in this world. You’re too shy.”

Aaron joined the doubles banter. “You'll feature in the Journal of Criminal Forensics before a lad’s magazine.”

Dante scratched her head, seemed puzzled. “Criminal? You have mistaken me for my evil clone or my crooked mother. Or your even more crooked mother. What’s ‘The Woman’ up to these days?”

Caverol’s mother was once called Irene Adler. Family, of course. “Mums’s in Russia, acting on behalf of unnamed international interests. Whats up with your crooked mother?”

Lugh perked up. Their family gossip might be real intelligence.

Dante and Mad Kat chanted in unison. “We have no personal knowledge Belladonna is in Washington or Moscow. She preys on wise-guys, hustlers, and carpetbaggers. She is no doubt, working, as always, towards the downfall of Western Civilization. Or what passes for it.”

“Stop that!” Aaron exclaimed. “I had a rather unpleasant encounter with a clone hit-squad. Several copies of me came after me. Their babble interrupted me in a most annoying manner. Until I shot them.”  

“The only good evil clones…” Dante continued, in a normal tone of voice and without Kat in harmony. "I have no idea about Mother’s whereabouts or what she’s up to. She left her new male spawn with Daddy and took off to parts unknown. Out of my sight, and still out of her mind.”

Mad Kat snorted again, “Protective Services should investigate Mom! Daddy too. Baby Brother will be lucky to survive. Dad’s cooking stinks. Without Aunts Tiger and Denice I’d have starved.”

“Shut up, Clone. *I* would have starved. CPS might place the kid with me, I mean you.”

“You mean, with the mother of the year, Cathy D Alexander, Beta Eleven.”

“What an insane idea. Don’t you love my brother?”

“No. I was happy as an only child. Sisters are bad. Evil Clones are horrors, and whatever the hell you are is the worst. Don’t need mommy and daddies new baby with a dick around too.”

“OK, I agree. Whiny ass clones are like broken clocks. Right twice a day. Me? Only Child forever.”

Aaron smirked again, “And how is that working out for you, Catherine?”

“Shut up,” both FX’ screeched in unison. Even before the baby boy, and not including the clones, they’d met a dozen siblings. Half-siblings, by both parents. “Immortals are assholes.”

Aaron laughed dryly,  “Why, so they are. But they’ll die another day.” He turned to the android Mako. “Now, this is important. How do you swim, love?

“I swim very well. Fop. You will suffocate on that mustache!”

“I’m beginning to think you don’t love me. No more foreplay.”

Mad Kat rolled her eyes. “It has air-bladder buoyancy compensator's incorporated into it’s skeletal muscular system, Doctor Caverol.”

“Clever.” He grasped Mako by her arm, lifted her to her feet. His slightly soft, pudgy form was surprisingly powerful. “Time for a swim.”

With Dante covering her, he marched the android to the rear diving deck. He sat Mako on the back seat of a submarine bike. “Mind your hands.” Under the watchful eyes and guns of the FX’, he cuffed her to the frame, then put on her mask and air supply. He sat in the front seat and donned his own scuba. His airflow was not affected at all by his proud mustache. One never forgets Secret Service training.

Mad Kat ran to the bridge to relive Lugh. While he and Dante prepared to launch, Kat took the conn. Lugh and Dante took individual vehicles. They left a fourth sub-bike just forward on the deck. The dive deck lowered them into the water. The sea bikes spun up, the sea churned, and Lugh led them down into the depths. Finally, he’d heard too much blather. Time for confrontation and the truth. Even if FX played with explosives.  

Kat adjusted her glasses. She popped open a bottle and poured herself a drink. She stood and peeled off her armored wet-suit. Showing a tiny bikini on a healthy superhuman. She leaned over to double-check the Smart-System instruments on the flying bridge. Her hands flew over the touchscreens. She stood, stretched and muttered “Shit. I want to blow shit up. The old lady’s such a greedy, selfish -”

Across the water, a heavy .408 sniper rifle aimed dead center of her lithe figure. 11,000 joules muzzle energy. The supersonic bullet cracked. Without a word, Kat dropped to the deck. A seeming lifeless, limp, bloody mess.
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The Spy Who Shot Me 18Four hundred meters offshore was a cruiser, pirated by the Organization. On board were the creeps we saw in part five: Count Erick Lennart and his personal lackeys. Also half a dozen clone soldiers of the resurgent Organization on the cruiser. Lennart had rounded up three dozen more troops, in half a dozen speedboats.
“Excellent shot, Madam Assassin.” Jan Karavelov, the short olive skinned man in the white suit complemented the dark woman in green. “It is difficult hitting a moving target from a rocking boat."
“Trivial, Arranger. I expected better from a so-called super-hero. She was careless and defenseless.” Mildrid Dietrich, a dark woman in green, scanned other boats around. The crowds watching the police activity on shore did not seem to notice her shot. She fired from a state of the art silenced Cheytech 300. The silencer was more of a suppressor, the bullet supersonic. But it seemed no one heard it over the motor boat’s engines.
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The Spy Who Shot Me 16 IN THE ROBOTS LAIRMako Nguyen smiled at Mad Kat. “I am a Constructed Free Willed Intelligence and have been so for all my existence. A clone should understand that, young lady…“ Lugh and the FX had her cornered in her own office. Doctor Caverol had been dragged along.
Mad Kat’s eyes narrowed, “Negative. I am a meat Popsicle. Are you a sexbot?”
Dante snickered. Her pistol aim had not wavered. “Katherine don’t be rude. Have enough class to treat a sapient cyber-intellect with respect. Don’t embarrass me or even my other idiot self-centered clones. Of course, she’s a sexbot, but with extra programs, Oui?”
Mako didn’t react to the FX’ baiting, Kat's reaction to Dante was loud and shrill. “I am not a clone. Certainly not your clone! I'm the wizard and the witch’s true daughter!”
Doctor Bandridge’s aim was as steady. He realized the FX’ were messing with the droid. Trying to take advantage. How c
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It’s been over a hundred years now and the statute of limitations has expired!

Belladonna, FX’s mother, WAS Mati Hari. Or rather, became her, took over the identity of the original Mati Hari. Belladonna sent the original dancer off to South America with money in her pocket. And greed in her heart, but that's another story.

Now, "Mati Hari' was not framed for espionage by a spurned lover. Belladonna *was* intriguing against France. And Germany. Britain. Ireland. Imperial Russia. And everybody else. Belladonna is the daughter of Dire and the mother of FX. She is immortal and has inside her the blood of scum.

Being shot by a French firing squad merely pissed her off. It gave her a chance to sneak off to Petrograd. Where she greased Lenin's path to revolution and glory.

Nigel Glendower bribed the execution squad to shoot her in the heart and not her 'beautiful' head. By the time he dug her up, she'd regenerated back to life. With her mental facilities intact.

Belladonna and Nigel had a baby before the end of the Great War. Valarie became a famous Nazi fighting aviatrix in her late teens and early twenties. And later, a capitalist pig running dog airline owner. Children can break a mother's heart!

FX's lack of Political Insight disappoints Belladonna. Almost as much as her lack of seductive skill. But Catherine is very smart and healthy, and that's the important thing. Isn't it?

Isn't it?

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