This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The election is less than a year away. The Queen has found a leader for a new party to oppose the existing Feminista parties. The probelm now is the police force. Being riddled with hard core feminists they may oppose any changes she makes. With assistnce from a male rights organization it is time to act.

The next month was a flurry of activity for the trio. Liz started at the top. The previous commissioner was arrested for taking bribes from drug gangs. Various inspectors and chief constables were arrested the next day. The rotten core of the police, were on the run. Many of the lower ranks resigned.

There was an outcry in the two staunchly feminist newspaper, who cried witch hunt. The more moderate UQ Times printed the accusations against the arrested police force members. By the end of the month there were eleven high court judges awaiting trial by their peers.
The worst was Dame Shirley Lind. She was affectionately known as the slicing judge. She often used castration on males for the smallest of crimes. She was accused of being complicit in the sentencing a man to death for a murder of a rival gang’s leader. The man was used as a fall guy then executed to stop further investigation.

The public were reeling, seeing these respected women were corruptly using their positions of power to feather their nests. Most remembered what they had been taught at school. Men must never be allowed to be in positions of power as it corrupted them. They must be kept as uneducated beasts of burden, or low skilled workers.

The Queen was frustrated when a poll revealed that 30% of women would vote feminist. The remaining 70% were not decided. It was usual for a low turnout as there was little to choose between the feminist parties. She realized that something needed to be done to either force them into caring, or to realize they could end the feminista rule.

The men willing to vote was sadly very low. Only 20% so far would dare risk the wrath of the feminists. Fear of women was ingrained over a few generations. Few men and women remembered the time before the feminists took control. The men only knew the dire consequences of opposing them.

There was a real fear that any one not towing the line could still disappear. The recent accusations had proved that dissidents, male and female had been murdered. When government and the police were controlled by evil, self-serving people. There is little anyone can do.
The new commissioner went on the FBC calling for good young women and men to join the police force. They were to be the future of law and order in the new fair UQ. The feminist paper scoffed that men could not pass the entrance test.

The police used a standard I.Q. test so formal education did not matter too much. The first intake was 2044 women and 54 men. Liz had hoped for more, but it was a start.

Peter had signed up for the first batch of trainees and passed the I.Q. and entrance exam with flying colours. He was one of three men in his intake. They all had to put up with ribbing from the young women. Although the worse comments and abuse came from the instructors. This was never too harsh though, they didn’t want to fall foul of the new misandry laws that had just passed the interim government. The boys had grown up with snarky comments from females. It was sadly nothing new for them.

Mel had asked Peter not to join, as she did not trust he police after hearing about the men that were framed and executed with police involvement. Peter had assured her that Shadow had routed out all the extreme feminists. They had even helped vet all the new applicants, by checking their social media and emails. Several women with extreme tendencies had been rejected.

She was so proud of him at the passing out ceremony. He looked so handsome in his new uniform. Peter was assigned to a station near docklands. He was the only male officer at the station. He was assigned with a female rookie to be mentored by a forty-year-old officer. Barbra Drayton had been in the police since the age of twenty. She had never been promoted as she lacked the hate for men the inspector liked in her officers. Barbra had a younger brother who had been murdered in the rookeries. It was never investigated. It was just chalked up to another male suicide. They didn’t care. She did.

Her brother used to worship her. He said he was going to join the police when he was older. It broke her heart when she had to tell him it wasn’t possible. He went off the rails and run away to the rookeries at seventeen. He was dead before this nineteenth birthday.

When the new inspector asked if she would be willing to look after a male trainee she jumped at the chance. Peter looked up to Barbra. He saw the kind soul behind the angry exterior.

Peter and Angie, the other recruit were due to patrol with Barbra when an unpopular officer called Simone Smith started on Peter.

“Hey ball sack, If you think you’re going to make it past probation, think again. “

“Simone, what have I ever done to you. Please just leave me alone.”

Angie tried to look away, but Simone was getting right in his face.

“All you fucking men are good for is cleaning up shit. You're a disgrace to that uniform.”

“Please leave me alone.”

She was poking Peter in the chest. It was starting to hurt and she knew it.

“Go on hit me, let out all that male rage. Come on boy, show me your true nature.”

Barbra walked in.

“Is there a problem Simone?”

“I was just talking to your dog here. Telling him not to piss on the carpet.”

Simone went to walk away, Angry she had not provoked a reaction from Peter. Barbra grabbed her arm, twisted it up her back and slammed her into the wall.

“You touch him again and you’re going to wish you were never born. Inspector Williams is under investigation. You don’t have her to protect you anymore. Bitches like you should learn the old way is over.”

“Get off me or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

Barbra twisted her arm further until she started crying.

“Bitch, I’ve seen you taser men until they nearly died, but you can’t handle a little pain.”

“Come on you two, time we were out on the beat.”

They all left and were met by the inspector and an camera crew at the front desk.

“The FBC Barbra, they want to follow you, or specifically this young man.”

“Fine with me but they’ll need to keep up.”

The first call was to investigate an alarm at warehouse near the docks. It was usually just a tramp, always a man, looking for somewhere to sleep or for easy pickings.

When they arrived Barbra told the crew to stay outside. The three officers went to investigate. Barbra motioned them to silence. She could hear voices at the far end. They crept forward between the pallets and racking.

Barbra stepped out holding her taser in front of her.

“Stay where you are. You’re under arrest.”

There were four women, one pulled out a gun and Barbra tasered her. Before she could react another shot her in the arm.

“Quick you two, out of here now,”

The trainees were not armed. The three ran to the main door while the criminals tried to exit from the rear door. Another shot rang out and Barbra fell. Peter went to pick her up, but she waved him away.

“Out you two, now, that’s an order.”

A shot just missed Angie's head.

They both ran the thirty yards out the main door.

“We can’t leave her in there.”

“They have guns Peter, we’ll be killed.” Angie said.

“Get on the radio for a fire arms unit.”

Peter peered around the door and saw Barbra in the distance, she had crawled behind a stack of pallets. A bullet glanced off the door frame and ricocheted into a wall.

“She’s pinned down, I don’t think they know she’s unarmed.”

“Ten minutes for the armed response team Peter.”

He could hear more shots as they were working their way towards Barbra.

“She’ll be dead before then. I’m going in.”

“No you’ll be killed you…..”

There was an explosion, a jet of flame roared out of the open door. The camera crew leapt back nearly knocking the camera over.

“Bloody hell. A shot must have hit a barrel of that wood alcohol. Angie I’ve got to go and get her.”

“You can’t Peter. It’s an inferno in there, There’s nothing we can do.”

Tears streamed down her face. Pure frustration. They were helpless. Peter looked around and saw an old blanket from a rough sleeper next to a doorway. He picked it up and threw it into a puddle. He then wrapped the wet blanket over his head and shoulders and ran into the warehouse.

“Peter you’ll die.”

The camera was still running capturing the drama unfolding. They had never witnessed anything like this. The poor boy had run into the burning building to save a fellow officer. He was certainly dead now.

A bulky flaming shape appeared out of the smoke. Peter carried Barbara wrapped in the wet blanket in his arms. He was screaming. His jacket and hair were on fire. As he knelt to drop Barbra, Angie ripped the blanket off her and pushed Peter into the puddle and used the blanket to extinguish the flames.

The armed response had caught three of the gang after they had shot the lock off the rear door. The forth member died in the warehouse.

An ambulance crew came and picked up Barbra and Peter. Barbra was awake and coughing when they came, she insisted they treat Peter first.

“Where do we take the man ma’am?”

“The same bloody place you take me. Men a have the same rights as women now. Does no one obey the fucking law in this country?”

The camera crew got a last shot of a tearful bleeding Barbra holding Peter’s hand as the ambulance doors closed.

“Stay with me Peter, stay with me.”

Peter woke the next day to see his mother, Angie and Barbra in the room with him. He winced in pain as he tried to move.

“Stay still Peter you have second degree burns. How do you feel?”

“Very sore mum. Barbra you’re ok.”

“Yes thanks to you Peter. You saved my life. You risked your own to save me. I don’t know how you did it. The pain must have been unbearable.”

“I just knew I had to save you. I just went for it.”

“I don’t mind saying, if you weren't there, I wouldn’t be here now. Now the whole country knows the value of men as police officers.”

“What do you mean?”

“Peter your famous. Someone at the FBC sent some stills of the footage they got last night. You’re a national hero. “ said his mother.

Angie showed him the morning newspaper. With the headline “A True Hero.”

The photo showed his face grimacing in pain . His jacket and hair on fire, holding the unconscious Barbra in his arms. The smoke and flames made the picture look like epic. It was so dramatic. The crew of the FBC had told the newspaper that they had never seen an act of bravery like that.

They're waiting outside to interview you when you're well enough.

The pain medication was starting to kick in he started to close his eyes, happy that he saved Barbra.

At Buckingham palace the Queen took a call.

“Did you see the headline Sophie? We have our poster boy. A true male hero, we haven’t had one of those for a lifetime. Someone that the women and the men can get behind.”