“Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to entertain and perform for you magic tricks never seen before.” Leslie makes four metal balls hover in front of her.

She tosses four solid metal balls in the air in front of her. They all hover right in front of her.

“As you can see ladies and gentlemen, there are no hidden strings or wires holding these balls in the air near me.” Leslie run her hands around the balls to prove her point.

Leslie loves the crowd reaction as she proves there is no strings or wires.

“Can I get a volunteer from the crowd to come up here and check for themselves.” Leslie points to a random person in the crowd.

The person she points to is a little girl with her mother. She stands nearby as the woman and daughter come up and check the balls themselves. They take one from the group and then tosses it back at her. It stops and hovers directly where it stops.

Leslie makes them circle around her and do some tricks. She pulls them back and does some juggling tricks. She does the sleight of hand of making a coin disappear and reappear from a person’s ear. She does a few more tricks and around noon. She stops and takes a break.

She pops two aspirins in her mouth for the headache she was developing. This was the longest she has used her newly acquired abilities since she got struck by lightning. She didn’t just get struck once, but three times. She had a weird tattoo design the lightning had left on her skin. It was the way the nerves appeared under her skin. The way the nerves branched out made it look like she had a flowery design on her skin. They stood out against her lightly tanned skin.

After thirty minutes, the aspirins kick in and her headache slowly start to fade. She gets back up and perform for another four hours, before calling it quits and heading home for the evening. When she gets back to the apartment she was sharing with two other people. She was glad neither one of them were home right now. She steps out of the heels she had on and slowly wiggle out of her stage magician outfit. She was still getting used to having breast. Her male bits she didn’t care for. She had wish the lightning had fired them. She finally gets undress and fill the tub with bath salts. She rubs under her breast where the bra cups had supported her DD breast. She hated wired under cups, but the ones she wore gave her the best support when she was wearing her outfit. The surgeon that had performed the operation had done a marvelous job on them.

She was glad that the lightning hadn’t affected them. Her Uncle had paid for her to get them, in exchange for her being his sex toy. He had paid for all her plastic surgery. No part of her body was left unchanged. He wanted a sexy toy to play with and since she wanted to be a girl so bad. She agreed to become his sex slave and let him remake her body over to what he liked. He tried brain washing her, but her mind was to strong.

The thing was, he wouldn’t pay to have her male bits remove. He did pay the doctor to remove her testicles. He liked embarrassing her by showing she still had male parts. She had a knockout body that any woman would want, and every man would drool over.

She just lowers herself down into the tub and let the hot bath salt water soak into her fair skin. She glances at her right arm where the scars were from the lightning strike and just smile. They really did look pretty. The design was like a vein cling to the side of a building.

She closes her eyes and just relax. She had tonight off from her part-time job at the bar tonight. The headache she had earlier has finally subsided. Every time she uses the gift the lightning strikes gave her, it caused her head to hurt.

The doctors that had tended to her, still couldn’t figure out why or how she was able to do what she does. All they could guess, was the lightning strikes stimulated the area of her brain where psychic abilities are supposed to originate from. When they did an MRI of her brain, they discover her neural pathways had been changed. She learned how to tap into her new abilities and use them in her street performances.
She stays in the tub till the water starts getting cold. She gets out and heads into the bedroom and slips on some panties and a sports bra. The sport bra she decided to wear, supported her DD chest without cutting into her chest. She slips on a pair of shorts and an over-sized t-shirt. She heads into the kitchen and pull out the items she would need to make a nice stir-fry.

She knew her roommates would be home soon. While she is cooking, she listens to some music. It always helped her relax as she cooked. She glances at the clock to see if she had time to make some fried rice. The cooking classes she took, has come in handy for cooking. After her Uncle was killed by some people he owed money too. She had to learn how to survive on her own. She could had used her body and sell herself, but after being her Uncle’s sex slave, she decided she wanted to be free. She started studying sleight of hand tricks and found out she was pretty good at it. Then she got a part time job at a bar as a waitress and then as a bartender.

One of the gay guys that worked there told her about a workshop being hosted by a popular chef. She started attending it and found that she enjoyed cooking. She starts on the fried rice to go with the meal.

When Greg opened the door to the apartment, he could smell beef in the air and hear music coming from the kitchen.

“Honey, I’m home.” He walks into the kitchen and see Leslie standing at the counter stirring something in the Wok.

He couldn’t believe that Leslie had been a guy at one time. She looked like every straight mans wet dream. If he was straight, he would make a move on her.

“Hey, good looking. Watch you got cooking?” He walks up till he was standing next to her.

“Hey Greg. I’m making fried rice. I thought we would have Chinese food tonight. Since I cooked, you and Arthur could clean the kitchen up. I kept the mess to a minimal.” Leslie stirs the fried rice one last time.

Greg picks a fork up and tries the fried rice. He saw she had added pork and beef to it.

“Mmmm, if I didn’t know any better. I would say you were part Chinese.” He loved how the rice tasted.

“Nope, I was born right here in Lincoln, England.” Leslie pulls down three plates and start filling them.

She takes the eggs rolls out of the oven and add one to each plate.

“Do you want tea, wine or beer with your food?” she looks at Greg.

“I think I’ll have wine. How about you?” Greg had walked over to get the wine glasses.

“I’ll have wine as well. I know Arthur will want tea. I just saw him pull up outside.” Leslie puts the kettle on.

She pulls down the jar of green tea leaves. She pulls a nice clean cheese cloth and adds the green tea leaves to the cheese cloth. She knew Arthur preferred to make his tea this way, instead of using prepackaged tea bags.

Her and Greg hear the door to the apartment open and shut.

“Dinner’s ready Arthur.”

Arthur could smell the food drifting around in the apartment and he hears Leslie calling out that dinner was ready. He walks into the kitchen
and sees Greg pouring two glasses of wine for him and Leslie. He also notices his favorite bug and his tea bag had already been made for him.

“Chinese tonight?” He had noticed three plates already made-up with stir-fry and egg rolls.

Leslie picks her plate and wine up. She heads into the living room to watch some television. She knew what television shows her roommates like. She curls up on the sofa, while Greg takes his favorite recliner, just like Arthur does. She picks one of their movies to watch as they eat their dinner.

“How did you do today?” Greg knew Leslie went out to perform today.

“I made £ 300.” Leslie was thrilled she made so much.

The other day, she only made a £ 100 performing. She had changed her tricks up some. She was hoping that by doing so, she would make a little extra.

“That’s better then you made yesterday. Was the crowd bigger today?” Arthur was curious.

“Hhhhmmm, I think it was. That might have counted for me making so much today.” Leslie takes a bite of her food.

“You know, you could wear a sexier outfit. That would draw a big crowd.” Arthur and Greg have seen how she dress to performed.

“If I wore any less. I would be charged for indecent exposer. I would have to wear a bikini to draw a larger crowd. Besides, I already look like a porn star.” Leslie didn’t hate how she looked, but she wouldn’t have mind looking a little less like a porn star.

“You know, you’re lucky me and Arthur are gay, because if we weren’t. We would be chasing after you. I know some lesbian’s that have asked about you. I keep telling them you are a straight girl.” Arthur knew there were several women he worked with that had questioned him about Leslie.

“To be honest with you Arthur, if I still didn’t have my male bits between my legs. I might consider sleeping with a woman, just to see what it is like.” Leslie takes another bite of her food.

“Well, if you ever get the operation. Let me know, because I know some women that would mind.” Arthur had a smile on his face as he ate his food.

The three of them eat their meal and watch several movies. The guys clean the kitchen up and wash the dishes. Around midnight, everyone turns in for the night.

Leslie strips out of the clothes she had on and into a nice night gown. She just recently bought for herself. She loved how it felt against her skin as she laid down on her bed and pull the covers up. In no time, she is sound asleep.

Mid-day, next day:
Leslie had arrived early to start her street performance. She had a nice size crowd, when she heard an alarm and then a scream as two guys came running out of the diamond store right across from where she was performing. She spotted the guys and threw one of the metal rings she had in her hand at the feet of one of the guys and causes him to fall face first.

As for the other person, she uses a little bit of her ability. She causes the ring to hit the guy in the back of the head, sending him to the ground. She runs over to retrieve her rings.

As she is running over to retrieve her rings. She spots a person with a white face that looks like Johnny Depp watching her from under a hood. She turns her attention back to retrieving her metal ring, but when she looks again to see if the same person was watching her. They weren’t there. The police finally show-up and she tells them what happened. When she walks over to get her equipment, she notices someone left her a wad of cash and a card that said In this size 10/6 with a note written on the back of it.

The note said:
“Be careful and watch your back!” The writing looked like it was written by a child.

She looks at the card and then around at the crowd that was dispersing. She wonders who left it. She gathers what money people had left for her and decided to head home for the day. She had to be at the club tonight to bartend. She heads home, but stops at her favorite fish and chips place to grab an order to take with her. She needed to head home and change out of her performing outfit and into her work clothes for the bar. The bar manager that hired her, liked to show off her assets to the patrons.

She hops in the shower quickly and when she comes out. She puts the outfit the bar manager likes for her to wear on. She takes some of the money she made today with her. She calls the cab company and waits for it to show-up.

She looks out the window of her place and notices a brand-new cab pulling up outside her apartment. She grabs her purse and heads downstairs. She heads out tot eh cab and notices it had young black short hair gentlemen with a moustache sitting in the driver seat.

Terry watches as the woman he had been sent to retrieve gets in the cab. Hatter had informed him that the gang that the two men she stopped today wanted her dead. Word had gone out almost immediately after they were arrested.

“Where to ma’am?” Terry turns to look at the young lady.

“The Devil’s Chamber please.” Leslie sits back and watches as they drove towards her job.

She couldn’t believe how quiet the cab was. The driver wasn’t bad looking either. He was kind of cute. She wonders if he was single.

After twenty minutes, they pull up in front of the Devil’s Chamber.

“That will be £10.” Terry watches as Leslie digs the money out of her purse.

“Here’s £13. Thank you. Do you have a card, so I can call you when I get off tonight?” Leslie like this driver.

“Sure, do ma’am.” Terry hands a business card to Leslie.

Leslie accepts it and heads inside to start her shift.

Terry watches as the young lady heads inside. Terry pulls away and runs her picture through the computer. He needed to know if she had a police file. Terry gets flagged down by a person. He pulls over and picks the person up.

“Hilton London Angel Islington” The gentleman sits back and enjoys the ride.

The Devil’s Chamber:
Leslie couldn’t believe how busy the bar was. The place was jumping. She did get hit on several times during the night. She had one guy that sat at the bar and made small talk with her. That was when she wasn’t busy serving customers.

She notices that the manager was in an unusual mood tonight. She has never seen him this happy before. She spots him waving her over.

“Hey, I have a fellow in the VIP room that is very interested in you. Why don’t you go and see what he wants?” Alton knew this man was important and powerful. He was the leader of one of the local gangs.

“If he touches me in way I don’t like. I’m going to deck him.” Leslie didn’t like being treated like a slab of meat.

“What you do in there is none of my business.” Alton just watches as Leslie heads towards the VIP rooms.

Leslie heads towards the VIP rooms. It isn’t the first time she has been summoned to these rooms before. She knocks on the door.

“Enter!”

Leslie heard a male’s voice as she entered the room. As she walked in, she spots a well-built dress guy in his mid-forties surrounded by four other guys. One of the four guys had a young prostitute kneeling in front of him, giving him oral sex.

“I was told you wish to see me Mr.??” Leslie looks at the guy, while ignoring what the young prostitute was doing.

“Lennon, Mr. Lennon. I did ask for you, Leslie Wright. I was informed that you were responsible for two of my mates being arrested this morning.” Two of the four guys go to block Leslie from escaping from the room.

She looks around to see if there was anything she could use to protect herself.

“Well, they shouldn’t had tried to rob a diamond shop in broad daylight.” Leslie was watching everyone.

“Well you screwed up and now you have to pay the price.” One of the guys tries grabbing her.

She slams her foot right between his legs and punches him in the face. She tries to make it to the door, but is grab from behind and squeezed.
One of the other guys punches her in the face. She could feel blood coming out of her nose. She tries to move her head out of the way as the guy punches her again in the face. She gets punched in the stomach.

Just as she was about to be punched again. She is blown backwards against the guy that was holding her. She falls backwards onto the floor on top of him. She saw a female figure dress in black beating the living daylights out the other men.

Dakota & Hatter:
The intel Hatter had gotten about the leader of the gang that had been arrested earlier in the day had been spot on. The gang leader was taken a special interest in it, because one of the guys arrested happened to be his younger brother. Terry had informed them that the girl that helped get them arrested worked at the Devil’s Chamber. Dakota had gone inside the club instead of Hatter, because Hatter was too recognizable. She had come in through the back entrance. She had mingled with the crowd while watching the young woman while she worked behind the bar.

Then when she saw the woman head back to the VIP lounge. She followed at a distance till she saw her disappear in the room. She moved up to the door and used a camera snake to watch what was going on inside the room. When the young woman they were following got hit several times. That’s when she used one of the special shape charges she carried around to breach the door. She knew the explosion would cause the girl and the guy holding her get blown backwards.

She went through the door and took out the other three people. The guy punching on the girl was knocked out. The prostitute was cowering in the corner of the room and the guy she had been giving a blow job to. He was knocked out. The other three guys were groaning on the floor.

Alton:
Alton heard a crashing sound from the VIP area and went to investigate. He looked in the room that Leslie had gone in. He saw a woman dressed in a skintight black leather outfit.

“Who are you?” Alton was standing there considering the room.

Dakota heard a voice come from behind her. She turns and look at the source of the voice.

“MI5 and your lucky I don’t charge you with accessory.” Dakota didn’t have a happy look on her face.

Leslie was getting up off the floor as she listened to what was going on in front of her.

“Hatter, I need your assistance in here.” Dakota takes out a set of zip cuffs.

Alton watched as the woman starts zip cuffing the people in there. When she gets to the prostitute.

“How old are you girl?” Dakota helps her up off the floor.

“I’m fourteen years old. I need the money.” Julie was scared.

“She can come with us.” Hatter comes walking in and looks at the woman they had come to rescue.

“I told you to watch your back.” Hatter couldn’t believe the woman didn’t take precautions.

Hatter looks at the bar manager “the police are on their way here. We weren’t here.”

“Understood.” Alton wasn’t going to argue with the woman who looked like the Mad Hatter.

He had heard rumors about her on the streets. He wasn’t about to make her mad or angry at him.

“One more thing. You’re going to give this woman full pay, plus a bonus for tonight and if I hear anything about you mistreating her again. I will personally cut your dick off and shove it down your throat.” Hatter steps close to him “Understand me?”

Alton swallows as he looks into Hatter’s eyes. He nods his head yes. He was scared from what he saw in them.

Dakota looks at Leslie “let’s go and get your purse and get out of here.”

“Yes ma’am.” Leslie couldn’t believe that she had an MI5 agent and the Hatter here with her.

She had heard rumors about the Hatter. Leslie heads up front to grab her purse. She was followed by the MI5 agent.

Once Dakota saw that Leslie had her purse “come on. Let’s get you out of here and safely home.”

Dakota leads her out the back entrance and over to Terry, who was standing by The Black Knight.

“Take her directly home.” Dakota gives Terry a wink.

“Will do.” Terry shuts the door once Leslie was inside the cab.

Terry gets back in and heads back towards the address he had picked her up earlier.

Leslie looks up front towards Terry “you know those people?”

“Yes, I know those people. You’re lucky they knew what was going down tonight.” Terry didn’t really need to concentrate on driving. The cab could drive itself to the address.

“How did you and they know what was going on?” Leslie was curious.

“Can’t tell you that. Just know, what that gang leader had planned for you. You wouldn’t have liked. Now, if you have any problems or someone comes up and threatens you. Call the number on the card I gave you earlier. You can reach me any time.” Terry stops right in front of the apartment he had picked her up earlier.

“Thank you.” Leslie gets out of the cab.

She turns around and looks at Terry “will I see you guys again?’

Terry just smirks “you’ll see me if you call for a ride. Don’t worry if you don’t have the money. The ride won’t cost you anything. Now, go inside your place and take a nice hot bubble bath.”

“Thank you.” Leslie heads inside her apartment.

She starts shaking once she realized what had happened to her tonight. She manages to make her way inside her apartment. She heads into the bathroom and start a relaxing bath for herself. She strips out of her clothes and climb into the tub. She sits there and tries not to shake, but to let the water comfort her.

Once the water turns cold. She gets out and slip her nightgown on and climb into bed.

Friday, January 5, 2018, 1300hrs:
Leslie wakes-up late the next morning. Her face was sore from where she had been punched. She stumbles into the bathroom to look at her face. It was black and blue from where she got punched. She was going to have to use make-up to cover up the bruises. She pops two
Aleves in her mouth and heads into the kitchen to pour herself some orange juice.

She was sore from being blown back from the explosion that Dakota used to blow the door open. She looks at the rest of her body and it was black and blue as well. Her stomach was sore from where the guy had punched her. She pours her orange juice and grabs a pop tart from the cabinet. She heads into the living room to sit down and listens to some music.

She needed to take some sort of self-defense course. The guy managed to grab her from behind and she couldn’t do anything about it. On top of that, she had been weaponless. She knew so many different types of sleight of hands tricks, but none that would had been helpful during the fight.

Leslie leans back against the sofa and closes her eyes. She should go to see the doctor, but she wanted to handle this herself. She gets up and heads into the bathroom and check her nose. It wasn’t crooked, which she was thankful for after being hit in the face twice.

She walks into her bedroom and slips out of her nightgown and into an exercise unitard. She gets her exercises mat out and start stretching her body and muscles. She has a few new exercises she wanted to try. She puts her body through two hours of exercises. Afterwards, she wipes her exercises mat down and put it away. She heads into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of filtered water.

Once she finishes drinking her water. She heads into the bathroom and take a shower. The front of her body was black and blue from last night. Once she is done taking a shower. She puts on a pair of shorts and an over-sized t-shirt. She googles martial art schools near her and makes a list. She prints it out and goes to get dressed, so she could visit a few of these dojo’s.

The Lazy Dragon Dojo:
Ginja looks at the wall, as she stands back and admires her handiwork. The scene she had picked out and painted on the wall was one that represented her origins and training. It told where she came from. She pick-ups the paints she used and takes them back to the storage room for now.

She fixes herself a small lunch in the back-living area of the Dojo. It felt weird for her to be in England, where her birth parents had been born.

They had been British citizens touring Japan, when a tire blew sending their car down a cliffside. She had been found several days later, on the verge of death by a couple. Her icy blue eyes are what drew their attention to her. They saved her and took her back to their village to be raised as their own child. She started learning Martial Arts at the hands of her adopted grandfather from the time she could walk.

She spent years learning as many different Martial Arts as she could. When she came of age, she was told the truth. She was taken to a British Embassy and proved her citizenship. She spent the next six years traveling from Japan through China and through the middle East. She had a few close calls with human traffickers trying to capture her, but she left them broken. She even had a few run-ins with the Yakuza, until she saved the life of one of their bosses.

Ginja finishes her green tea and wash her lunch dishes. She hears the bell at her door ring as someone comes walking in.

Leslie:
Leslie had been out checking different Martial Art schools near her, when she spotted The Lazy Dragon Dojo. It was set-up like a traditional Dojo out of Japan. It wasn’t on the list she made. There was the scent of incense floating around in the air.

“Hello? Is there any one here?” Leslie couldn’t see any one.

Leslie walks in till she is halfway in.

“There is always someone around, my child.” Ginja comes walking through a curtain of beads.

Leslie noticed that the young lady that just walked through the curtain had pure long straight white hair tied back in a ponytail and icy blue eyes. She stood about 5’6” tall and was wearing a short sleeve gray t-shirt with some paint on it and a pair of shorts.

“Hi, I’m Ginja Kimiko and I am the owner of The Lazy Dragon Dojo. What can I do for you?” Ginja had a cheerful smile on her face.

“Hi, I’m Leslie Wright and I was wanting to learn how to defend myself. Are you accepting students right now?” Leslie noticed that she must have been painting. Her legs had some paint on them.

“As a matter of fact, I am. I just open this Dojo. So, you’ll be my very first student.” Ginja had a pleasant smile on her face.

"How much do you charge for a class?" Leslie wonders if she'll be able to afford the class.

“Well, since I am just opening, and you are my first student. How about £ 48.00 a month?” Ginja figures since this is her first student, that £ 48.00 would be reasonable.

“How often will you be holding classes?” Leslie needed to know so, she could plan around it.

“Three times a week for two hours.” Ginja figures if she gets more students, she might reduce the time frame some.

“Do you require any special type of uniform or outfit?” Leslie hopes she doesn’t have to go out and buy a karategi.

“Since it is just you for now. Do you have an exercise leotard at home?” Ginja figures that would be okay for her to train in.

“Yes, I have one. Is there anything else and what time and day do we start?” Leslie couldn’t wait to get started.

“How about tomorrow around noon? Will that be okay for you?” Ginja figures she could start around that time.

“I have a job I have to be at tomorrow, could we start around 4:00pm, please?” Leslie knew she needed to get out and make some money to pay for the class.

“That’s fine. If you want to start earlier. Feel free to drop in. I’ll be here.” Ginja had a place directly above the Dojo.

“It’s been nice meeting you Miss. Kimiko.”

“You too, Leslie. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon at 4:00pm.” Ginja watches as Leslie leaves her Dojo.

She had spotted the bruising on Leslies body and wonders what happened. She waits till she leaves, before finishing up a few minor items.

Saturday, January 20, 2018, 1300hrs:
Leslie was panting hard as she practices against her training partner. Her sparring partner was a twenty something gay guy that was friends with her roommates. He had come over for their weekly poker game and had been talking about looking for a Martial Arts school. She had mention the Lazy Dragon Dojo and the next class she went too. He was there in her class dress in a leotard. Ginja didn’t mind and started the class.

The two of them decided that they would become sparring partners. So, when they weren’t at the Dojo. They would still find time to practice.

The style of Martial Arts they were learning, was like most of the styles already out there, except with one exception. It was based off a style Ginja had put together from her travels. She wasn’t permitted to teach the style she knew. To learn that style, you had to be invited by one of the four Masters at the temples in Shambhala.

There were twelve people currently in her class and they meet once a week. However, Ginja was willing to let any student who wanted to attend more than once a week to come at any time the doors were opened. She attended three times a week and paid a little extra.

So, far Ginja had over thirty people she taught during the week. It seemed to her that Ginja enjoyed teaching and helping her students. By the time class was over. She was sore and hurting. Ginja and her training partner were really pushing her hard.

“Did you enjoy todays lesson?” Ginja walks up to Leslie.

“Yes, sensei.” Leslie has been doing some googling and found that sensei was the proper way you address your teacher.

So, she has started using it. Ginja didn’t require her to use it, but she felt she should honor her teacher. She wipes the sweat from her face as
she slips on a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

“Are you ready yet, Leslie?” Bobby was waiting on Leslie.

He was dress like her. He enjoyed wearing women clothing but didn’t want to become a girl. He liked having a stiff cock shoved into him.

“Yes, I’m ready.” Leslie picks her gym bag up.

Ginja watches her pupils leave as she starts cleaning up the Dojo. As she is cleaning the place, she hears the door open and three people walk-in. One was dressed in a business suit and the other two were dressed in jeans and muscle shirts.

Ginja just smile at them “good afternoon gentlemen. What can I do for you?”

They stopped in front of her “I notice that you are new to the neighborhood and haven’t paid your dues to us.”

“Oh? What dues are those?” Ginja had the broom resting in her hands.

“Dues all Oriental stores and shops in this area must pay for insurance and to do business here.” The gentleman in the business suit was watching Ginja. She may not be Oriental, but she was operating a school in their territory. He notices a sly smile had appeared on her face.

“Are you sure you would like to go down this path with me?” Ginja still had the broom in her hand.

“Are you refusing to pay your dues?” The gentleman just looks at her.

“Have you seen the painting on the wall? You should really look at it, before I give you my answer.” A playful smile appears on her face.

The three men turn to look at the picture. The two men in t-shirts didn’t know what to make of it, but the third guy. He examines it and turns back to face her.

She lifts her shirt and shows the tattoo that started on the top of her right breast and went up her neck. It was in the form of an ancient Chinese Dragon. The dragon was an ancient design and was black. It started at the bottom of her right breast and continued up her chest. It continued up her neck and stopped a few inches below her jawline. She lowers her shirt and look directly into his eyes.

The man looks at her and knows if he started a war with her. She would end up destroying everything he has built. He has heard rumors of members from her society. They were feared and respected. Members back in China and Japan have died trying to fight them.

“Excuse us.” He bows and turns around to walk out of the Dojo.

Ginja just smiles and goes back to work cleaning her Dojo.

The Golden Peacock:
Leslie and Bobby had stopped at one of Leslie’s favorite Chinese restaurant. She had order a nice beef stir fry on fry rice with two egg rolls. Her friend Bobby ordered pepper steak on white rice and one egg roll. They were drinking warm sake.

“Are you performing tonight?” Leslie knew Bobby did drag full time.

“Yep, I’m performing at the Cue Club tonight. You know, they could use a part-time bartender.” Bobby had heard what happened at the Devil’s
Chambers couple of weeks ago.

“When would be a good time to come in and speak with the manager?” Leslie could check into it.

“Tomorrow morning before you go and do your street performance.” Bobby knew that Leslie performed a street act for people.

“I’ll be there. Is 8:00 am to early?”

“It shouldn’t be. I’ll call you tonight and let you know.” Bobby figures Markus would be in early like usual.

Their meals arrive, and they sit and enjoy lunch. Since Leslie didn’t have anything to do tonight. She was thinking about going to the club.

Saturday, January 20, 2018, 1700hrs:
Jessica couldn’t believe that a group of boys in high school had managed to conceal six cameras in the girl’s locker room. She had been sent in to investigate who the boys were and where they had concealed the cameras. The cameras had recorded the girls changing, going to the bathroom and taking showers.

The boys then sold some of the footage to online porn sites. They kept the rest of the footage to blackmail certain girls in school. She had gone undercover to discover who they had been and where the cameras had been hidden. She had managed to close the case without blowing her cover.

She walks into her living room and plops down on her sofa. The reason why she had been sent in to investigate because she still looked like she was in high school. She was 23 years old and only 5’ft. tall. She never lost her childish looks.

She had gone to the doctors to find out why she hadn’t started her period. She had functional ovaries, but no vaginal opening, vagina, cervix or uterus. The doctor she had thought she might suffer from Neoteny as well because of her looks. He took her blood and was going to do a test to see if that was the case.

Today she had off and was going to enjoy it. For once she didn’t have any commitments or homework she needed to do. She picks up the newspaper and read a few articles. She had seen something a few weeks back about a van that had been found with its tires melted and windshield smashed in.

She reads for awhile and later gets up and goes to get dress. She should go out and get a few things for lunch. It was a little nippy out, so she grabs her coat and heads out. She shivers as she steps out of her apartment. She flags down a cab.

Terry was driving down the street when he notices a brown hair teenage girl flag him down. He pulls over to pick her up. He taps the computer screen to change it back to the cab functions.

Jessica climbs into the cab she managed to flag down. She notices the driver was a young black hair man.

“Thank god you came by when you did. Can you take me to the nearest Aldi store, please?” Jessica liked the inside of the cab.

She couldn’t believe it was one of the new cabs. This was her first-time riding in the new one. The last cab she rode in was one of the older ones and it wasn’t as clean as this one.

“Sure, thing ma’am.” Terry starts heading towards the nearest Aldi.

“Excuse me, sir, are you from the United States?” Jessica thought she recognized an accent.

Terry just smiles and goes with the cover story that had been created for him.

“Yes, ma’am. I came over, a couple months ago to start over.”

“What part of the United States did you travel from?” Jessica had always been curious about the US.

“New York, ma’am. My family has been living in New York since the 1920’s” Terry’s family has been in New York for a long time.

Some of her relatives had been bootleggers and members of the mafia. Overall, they had been New Yorkers.

“Well, if no one has said it to you. Welcome to England.” Jessica sits back and enjoys the ride.

Terry pulls into the parking lot for the store “here you go, ma’am. £6.00”

“Would you mind waiting for me, please? I won’t be long.” She didn’t feel like waiting for another cab or losing hers.

“I don’t mind. I’ll be out here waiting for you.” Terry watches as Jessica gets out and heads inside the store.

He pulls into a parking space. While she is inside the store, he runs her image through the computer system. The results come back as a local metro police officer. He reads her file and sees the file of the case she had worked on about the girls being recorded. Maybe he should shoot this to Morgana to see if there is anything she could do in removing the images from the web.

He composes a message and shoots it to her with the file attached. If any one can help with this type of problem, it would be Morgana and her crew. He records it, just in case Anika ask him about it. As he is sitting in his cab waiting for Jessica, he notices a van pull up in front of the store and four armed men exit from the van. There was one man still inside the van waiting for the others.

Terry launches the mini-drones from the Black Knight to see what was going on inside the store. He moves the cab to a different position, so he can use The Black Knights weapons system. What he is seeing from inside the store, was a robbery. Why would anyone rob the place?

Inside Aldi:
Jessica was inline getting ready to checkout when four armed men came inside the store. She gets down on the floor as they fired their guns. Two of the men come to grab whatever valuables people had and once they had the money and their cellphones.

Outside Aldi:
Terry grabs his gun from the hidden storage place in his door. He actives the signal jammer to interfere with any recording devices. The signal was strong enough to even jam the camera as well. It broadcast in all directions from the cab.

When the men come back out from the store towards the van. Terry fires the mini-guns behind the headlights. They lift out of the way as the front of the van is turned into swiss cheese. As for the men, Terry changes out the magazine which was loaded with normal bullets. He loads the other magazine which uses specially design knockout rounds.

When the men come out to see what was going on and try running away. Terry shoots them with the specialty rounds. When they get hit by the rounds, they drop to the ground. He had been using the door of the cab for protection since the cab was bulletproof. When he hears sirens coming towards the store. He puts the gun away and gets back in the cab and turn the jammer off.

Jessica heard the unique sound of a mini-gun and explosion going on outside. She wonders what happened. She walks over towards the glass door and notices that robbers were laying on the ground. She notices smoke coming from the front of the van. She couldn’t believe how badly shot up the van looked.

The police show up and statements are taken. The cameras on the cab record the men as they have their mask taken off. Terry makes sure he gets pictures of each guy. He’ll run the pictures to get their police record.

When the police ask where the gunfire had come from that took the van out. No one could say how it happened.Terry knew they weren’t going to get any casing, because the mini-gun was designed to capture its own casings.

Jessica walks back over to the cab after giving her statement.Terry drives her home.

Sunday, January 21, 2018, 1000hrs:
Ginja was out shopping at the local grocery store a block away from her Dojo. As she walks in, she spots two young men manhandling the store owner. She doesn’t say anything to them but just walks up to them. She strikes quickly with jabs to the back of their necks.

Both fall to the ground, unable to move. The store manager just looks at her with a worried look on his face.

“Do you know what you have done?” He was worried about what their boss would do against him.

“Yes, tell their boss the Dragon isn’t happy.” Ginja goes about doing her shopping.

Ginja looks for the items she wanted to buy. She could have gone to places like Aldi or Asda, but she prefers the mom and pop stores.
Especially, the oriental stores she was raised around. She does her shopping and returns to her Dojo.

Her dojo was open to any of her students that wanted to come in and practice. She puts away her groceries and makes some tea. She hears the bell on her front door jingled. She heads up to the front of her dojo and notices there were four people up there waiting for her.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?” She stops a few feet from them.

“Yea, you can stay out of our business, bitch.”

A smile appears on her face “what business may that be? Shaking down store clerks for protection money? Didn’t your parents teach you to
respect other people?”

He steps closer to Ginja, while the other men surround her “my boss said we were to leave you alone, but I think you need to learn a lesson.” He goes to strike her along with the other guys.

She kicks his right knee out, breaking his leg. She elbows one guy in the throat and blocks a punch to her face. She strikes the other two thugs in their legs, making them collapse to the floor at her feet. She pulls her cell phone out and calls the police. While she is waiting for the police to show up. She walks to the back of her Dojo and burns a security disk for the policemen. This way they have evidence that what she did was in self-defense.

Once the police take away the men. She goes back and fixes her tea and sit down to enjoy it. She does miss living in Shambhala, but her Master was right. It was time for her to enter the world and learn about it. Not only about it, but about herself as well. She sips her tea and when she is finished drinking her tea. She goes back out and practices her moves.

Leslie moans as she wakes up sandwich between two burly guys. One had his arm wrapped around her waist and was spooned up behind her. She could feel his erection resting against her butt cheeks. The other guy was spooned against the front of her body with her breast pressing against his back.

She notices that there was a weird taste in her mouth. She manages to slide out of bed, without waking the two guys. She notices her ass was sore as she headed towards the bathroom. She did notice that there were dry crusty spots on her body. On wobblily and unsteady feet, she makes her way to the bathroom.

Once she was in the bathroom, she sits down on the toilet and does her business. She hurts some but manages to do her business. She tries to remember what happened last night. She went to her new job as a bartender at the Cue Club. She remembers working her shift and then going out with her roommates to a friend of their house and having a few drinks. Everything after was a blur to her.

She looks at the bathroom door as it opens and one of the guys she had woken-up between stumbles in. She notices he still had a major hardon and was wearing a condom.

“Occupied!” She was about to wipe herself when the guy walked in.

Thomas jerked awake as he spotted the Tgirl he and Jake slept with last night sitting on the toilet. He backs out of the bathroom and waits for her to finish her business. He looks down and notices he was still wearing a condom. He hears the toilet flush and the water in the sink running. A few minutes later, the door opens, and the girl walks out. He stumbles into the bathroom and does his business.

Leslie looks around for her clothes. She still couldn’t remember what happened last night and felt a little sick to her stomach. She manages to get her bra and panties on by the time Thomas comes walking out of the bathroom. He notices the woman getting dress.

“Leaving so soon? I thought you enjoyed yourself last night.” He walks over towards her.

Leslie looks at him “I can’t recall what happened last night.”

Thomas stops and looks at her and wonders if someone slipped her a roofie last night or made her drinks to strong.

“You don’t remember anything from last night at all?”

Leslie shakes her head no.

“Let me put on some boxers and I’ll fix you some breakfast. I’ll tell you what I know about what happened last night.” Thomas heads back into the bedroom and grab a pair of clean boxers and a t-shirt. He put them on.

He grabs another t-shirt for the girl. He walks back in and hands it to her.

“Here, you can wear this till we find your pants and shirt.” Thomas hands the t-shirt to Leslie.

“Thank you.” Leslie accepts the t-shirt.

She couldn’t find her work pants or bar shirt she wore last night. She slips the t-shirt on and follows Thomas towards the kitchen. She sits at the kitchen table while she watches him make breakfast.

“I hope you like eggs and bacon.” Thomas starts making eggs in a basket for them.

“I don’t mind. So, what happened last night? Because the last thing I remember was leaving the bar after my shift and going to some one’s place with my roommates.”

“Well, you went with your roommates to Jamie’s house and was helping to serve and make drinks. If I recall properly, you had a few drinks in you and started hitting on several of the guys. Some of the guys took you up on the offer and you disappeared into a room. Later, you passed out after your roommates left. So, instead of leaving you at Jamie’s house. I and Jake brought you here to our place and let you sleep with us.” Thomas flips the toast in the pan and then crack an egg.

“Did me and you or Jake do anything?” What Thomas told her didn’t sound right to her.

She never lost control drinking or acted like what he said.

“No, we didn’t do anything. I know I woke up with a rubber on, but that was from Jake and me. We are partners and have been sleeping together for years. You’re nice and if I wasn’t involved with Jake. I might consider seeing if we could be a couple and talk you out of changing your plumping.” Thomas puts the egg in a basket on a plate with some bacon and hands it to Leslie.

“Thank you.” Leslie accepts the plate.

“You’re welcome.” Thomas fixes his plate next.

“Did anyone fix a drink for me and I accepted it?” Leslie takes a bite and it tasted good.

“Yes, Greg made a drink for you to taste and handed it to you.” Now that Thomas thought about it.

Leslie didn’t start acting weird till after she drunk that drink and the second one following after it. He puts his breakfast on a plate and joins Leslie at the table.

“I think you might have been drugged. Now that I think about it.” Thomas couldn’t believe the guys Jamie invited over would do that to one of his friends, friends.

“It makes sense. I’m normally more in control when I am drinking. I can’t afford to lose control.” Leslie bites into a strip of bacon.

“Well, I can tell you this. Whatever they gave you, you didn’t fight them. You did Greg and his friend at the same time.” Thomas cuts into his toast and eats it.

“No wonder my mouth tasted funny and why my ass was hurting.” She eats her toast.
Jessica:
Jessica stood before her supervisor after being called into his office. He asked her about the events that took place on January 20. He wanted to know what took the van out. Plus, why there wasn’t any video footage even from people’s cellphones in the area. Several witnesses said they tried to record what went on, but their phones weren’t working.

They ran the cab driver that Jessica had used. Everything he had told Jessica had come back as he had told her. So, her supervisor wanted to know what happened from her point of view. She told him everything she knew and what she heard. After that, there wasn’t much to tell. When she came outside, the robbers were lying on the ground and the front of the van was all shot out.

Her supervisor dismisses her. She walks back to her desk to finish up some paperwork. She still had some paperwork to work on. The incident that took place at The Devil’s Chamber had landed on her desk. Even though MI 5 agents had called it in. She was still going over everything they had found.

Something catches her eye as she reads one witness statement. It was about a taxi cab stopping at the back of the club. The description the witness gave matched the man that took her to Aldi. As she continued to read the statement. She recognizes the description of the street performer that had help stopped the diamond robbery. She worked at the bar as a bartender at the Devil’s Chamber. According to that same statement, she had been escorted out to the cab.

“Now, what is your connection to MI 5?” She was curious.

She reaches into her purse and pulls out the business card Terry had given her. She flips it a few times, before putting it back in her purse.
She’ll call him later and find out.

Leslie was hurting as Ginja pushed them hard. She was pushing herself to master the new move, that Ginja taught them. The past week has been busy for her. Between her nighttime bartending and her daytime magical street performance, plus adding in the extra time she spends in the dojo. She was feeling run down and sore.

Ginja was watching her students as she walked around checking their form. She corrects a few students and watches a few more as it appeared they had mastered the move she taught them. After two hours, she calls a stop to class. She could tell that Leslie has been struggling during class.

“Leslie, could I speak to you for a minute?”

“Yes sensei.” Leslie follows Ginja back into the back area.

Once they were away from the rest of the students “is everything okay? You look run down and moving stiffly.”

“I’ve been so busy this week, that I haven’t been sleeping right or allowing my body to adjust to the punishment I been putting it through.”
Leslie knew she should take more time for herself.

“Leslie, you need to take a few days for yourself. I know you like to come here during your free time to practice the moves you learn. However, maybe you should spend that time instead, getting some rest.” Ginja was concern about her friend and student.

“I’ll try to stop burning the candle at both ends.”

“As an ancient Master once said, Do or do not. There is no try.” A playful smile appears on her face.

“Yes, Master Yoda.” A smile appears on her face as she just looks at Ginja.

Leslie goes and gathers her stuff up. She heads directly home to take a nice relaxing soak and sleep till she needs to go to work. Ginja was right about her burning the candle at both ends.

Ginja watches as her friend and student leave the dojo and head home. As she is cleaning the dojo up, a teenage girl ducks into her dojo and hides as two middle eastern guys run past the dojo’s door. The girl was watching and hoping they wouldn’t come inside the dojo.

Ginja could tell the girl was scared and had been abused. There were cane marks on the back of her legs. The back of her blouse was bloody and torn. There was a thick black leather collar going around her neck that was held closed by a brass padlock.

Ginja walks up to the girl “you're safe here.” As she gently lay her hand on her shoulder.

The girl turns around and was looking at a woman with pure long straight white hair tied back in a ponytail and had icy blue eyes. She stood a good foot taller then she did. She was only 4’6” tall and the woman in front of her had to be 5’6” tall. She was wearing a white martial arts karategi.

Ginja examines the young girl in front of her. She had dark olive skin and light blue eyes, with short black hair. The girl's hair looked like someone took a knife and hacked it off. Both her eyes were black and blue, she had dry blood under her nose. Her lips look split where someone had backhand her. She notices the skin under the leather collar was bloody and raw. The poor girl’s hands look like someone had smacked her knuckles too many times. They were bruised and bloody.

“Come with me.” Ginja extends her hand out to the poor girl.

Kantha slowly places her hand on the other woman’s hand. She felt she could trust this woman. She was nervous, as she accepted the woman’s hand.

Ginja closes her hand gently around the young woman’s hand and leads her upstairs to her apartment. She slowly undresses the young woman. She notices that her whole entire body was black and blue, where someone had used a cane to whip the girl. Ginja knew cane marks from her travels. The young woman was nothing, but skin and bones.

When the young woman completely undressed. She notices that this person wasn’t a woman, but a boy who had been castrated. Their whole entire male genital had been removed crudely. She could see the scars where someone had used a knife to remove them. She could see where they stitch the skin to close the area.

“My name is Ginja, what is yours?” Ginja was grabbing a sharp knife to slice through the leather collar.

“Kantha” She couldn’t remember what her old name used to be. She had been given that name.

The young woman flinches when she sees Ginja grab a knife. It was a knife she hadn’t seen before. She looks nervous as Ginja brings the knife over.

Ginja notices that the young woman was nervous “I’m only going to use this to cut your collar off.”

Kantha stood still as she felt Ginja slide the knife between the leather collar and her neck. The knife cuts through the collar like it was butter.
She feels Ginja removing the collar from around her neck.

Ginja couldn’t believe how raw and bloody the skin was under the collar. The collar itself had an ammonia smell to it. She cleans the wound and wraps a light loose gauze around the young woman’s neck. Once the bathtub was filled. She helps the young woman into the water.

Kantha winces when the hot water touched her bruised skin. She feels Ginja washing her hair and watches as the color of the water turns gray.
She hasn’t had a nice hot bath in a very long time. She was forced to wash with a bucket of cold water.

Ginja takes care washing the young woman and drains the water out of the tub and refill it for her.

“Why don’t you soak for a while, Kantha.” Ginja smiles at the poor woman and leaves her soaking.

Ginja heads to her kitchen and fixes a fruit and cheese plate for Kantha to munch on while she is soaking. She takes the plate back into the bathroom.

“I thought you might like something to eat and drink.” She had grabbed a fruit juice out of her refrigerator for her as well.

“Thank you.” Kantha watches as Ginja sets the plate on a tray that attaches to the tub.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you alone now.” Ginja leaves the bathroom and goes into her bedroom to find something for Kantha to wear.

Kantha tentatively takes a piece of fruit from the plate and taste it. She could tell if it had been laced with anything, but she didn’t detect anything. She tries a piece of everything Ginja brought her. Once she felt that she wasn’t trying to knock her out or poison her. She eats all the fruit, cheese and sausage on the plate.

By the time the water got cold and Kantha finished the fruit and cheese on the plate. She was feeling sleepy. She hears a knock on the bathroom door.

Ginja sticks her head in “are you ready to get out?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kantha stands up as she lets the water drain out.

Ginja hands her a nice warm fluffy towel. She had some clothes in her hand that she hopes will fit her.

“I thought you might like some better clothes to wear. There’s some clean underwear, that hasn’t been opened in there. They might be a little
big on you. The sweatpants might be a little long for you as well.” Ginja hands Kantha the clothes.

“Thank you.” As she accepts them.

“You’re welcome. I have some tea for you to drink. It will help with healing some of your bruises and I have a cream I can apply to your cane marks.”

“Thank you.” Kantha starts getting dress in the clothes Ginja gave her.

Ginja leaves and heads back to the kitchen to pour the tea. She spots Kantha walking into the kitchen looking like a little girl wearing their sister’s clothes. A playful smile appears on her face.

“Here, drinks this tea and remove your shirt please.” Ginja grabs the small baby food jar on the table.

Kantha removes the shirt she had on. She drinks the tea, while Ginja spread on the ointment in the jar. The ointment felt tingling as it touched her skin.

Once Ginja was done putting the ointment on Kantha’s body. She waits till Kantha is done drinking the tea. She could tell Kantha was tired.

“Why don’t you lay down and get some sleep, Kantha.”

Kantha covers up a yawn. She follows Kantha to a nice oriental style room. She couldn’t believe how nice the room looked.

Ginja walks over to the bed and fold the covers down for Kantha. She stands nearby.

“Here you go, Kantha.”

Kantha walks over and lays down on the bed. When her bare skin touched the sheets, it felt extremely soft to her. Like they were made of silk.

Ginja tucks Kantha “you get some sleep and we can talk later if your up too it.” Ginja kisses her forehead before leaving the room. She leaves the door crack, so Kantha doesn’t feel she was locked in.

Jessica’s apartment:
Jessica had decided that she wanted to know more about Terry and called the number on the card that he gave her. She had gone outside to wait for him to show up. She spots him as he pulls up in front of her apartment building. She gets into the cab.

Terry had gotten a call from Jessica and had headed over to her. He spots her waiting out front of her apartment building. He pulls up, so she could get into the cab.

“Where too?” Terry was watching Jessica in the back of the cab.

“Just drive, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Terry pulls away from the curb and starts driving.

Jessica looks at the back of Terry’s head once they were a little way from her place.

“Terry, what can you tell me about January 5 around midnight at The Devil’s Chamber?” Jessica wishes she could see Terry’s face.

“I had a pick-up there. That’s about it.” Terry knew more, but he wasn’t going to say anything.

“Did you see the MI 5 agents there and are you working with them?” Jessica was curious if Terry was working with them.

“I’m dating one of the agents. She called me, because of our relationship. She knew she could trust me.” Terry was being partially honest with
Jessica. He and Dakota were seeing each other and were teammates.

“So, you are in a relationship with the MI 5 agent?” Jessica was a little surprised.

“Yes. We’re in a close relationship.” Terry had a smile on his face.

“Can you tell me what went down that night and why they were there?” Jessica was hoping that Terry might be a little bit more forthcoming then the agents had been.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know anything more I could tell you about that night. I was called to pick the agents up and drive them home. My girlfriend keeps her secrets and no matter how much I ask, she won’t tell me.” Terry knew the true reason, but he couldn’t tell Jessica.

“Do you think you could ask your girlfriend to speak with me. I have some questions about that night and would like to know more about what happened.” Jessica didn’t know if they would.

“I can ask her. It all depends if she is able too. Remember, she is an agent and there are things she can’t talk about.” Terry didn’t know if Dakota would do it.

He knew Hatter wouldn’t do it. They also didn’t want to exposed Hatter to anyone since she is wanted in England. He does wonder how Hatter is doing. He heard what she had to do. He knew Hatter was doing everything she could to not have to kill people.

Jessica has Terry take her to the grocery store and to a few other places. They make general chit-chat as Terry chauffeurs Jessica around London and a few other areas.

It had been cold out when Leslie went out to perform like she normally does every morning. She didn’t have a big crowd, but she did make close to £ 200 performing. As she is putting her equipment away. Two gentlemen that she hadn’t spotted before were walking towards her.

“Are you the woman that stop the diamond heist a weeks ago?”

Leslie looks at the two guys. Both had short black hair, built rather muscular. They looked like they worked outside a lot from their deep tanned skin.

Something about these guys was giving her goose pimples. She looks at them “you could say, I had a hand in their arrest. Why does it matter?”

“Because they were friends of ours. You’re coming with us, or” He shows her a gun.

“Well, since you put it that way. Let me just grab my handbag.” Leslie takes a deep breath and slips two smoke pellets into her palm.

She releases them and when the smoke cloud starts surrounding them. She strikes out with her fist, hitting one guy in the nose. The other guy she kicks his right knee out and punches him as he falls to the ground. He drops the gun he was holding. She slides the gun away from the reach of the two guys.

Arnold and Gary weren’t prepared for the woman they had been sent after. They had been told to apprehend her. Leslie slips her handcuffs out
and handcuffs both men.

She looks down towards them “next time you come after a street magician. Make sure you have more up your sleeve then they do.” Flowers spring into her hand.”

The police shows-up and she tells them what happened. The officer in charge couldn’t believe a 5’ foot woman had taken down two 6’ foot tall walking wall of muscles.

Detective Inspector Cartwright and her partner Oliver show-up at the crime site. Detective Inspector Cartwright couldn’t believe that Leslie Wright had been involved. She was impressed that the young woman had managed to drop two guys on her own. She hadn’t heard back from Terry yet about meeting with the MI 5 agent that had been involved in the Devil’s Chamber.

Detective Inspector Cartwright interviews Leslie and asks question ever so often. Detective Inspector Oliver speaks with the police constables that showed up to find out what they know.

Detective Inspector Cartwright lets Leslie leave. As she is watching Leslie walk off, her cell phone buzzes, letting her know she got a text message. She looks at who sent it.

The number it came from was blocked.

The message read:
10 A.M. will pick you up, Terry.

A smile appears on Detective Inspector Cartwright’s face. Now she’ll be able to find out why MI 5 had raided the Devil’s chamber. She finishes up with the arrest of the two guys and gives Leslie her handcuffs back.

A few shops down from where Leslie was performing was Terry. He had parked the cab and recorded everything that went on. He had blackened out the windows, so he could watch on the monitor. He had spotted the two guys earlier and ran their faces through MI 5 database.
They were both wanted men and had been surprised that they were still free.

He sent the text to Jessica letting her know that Dakota was willing to meet with her. He continues to watch as Leslie is walking off. He starts to let the windows of the taxi go back to normal and pull up to pick Leslie up.

“Here, let me give you a hand with those, ma’am.” Terry gets out and helps Leslie with her gear.

“Thank you.” Leslie gets into the cab and relax.

She couldn’t wait to get home and strip out of her clothes and into a nice hot bath. She relaxes while Terry drives her home.

“Excuse me, but do you ever take a day off?” Every time she needed taxi or something, Terry was always available.

“I normally take the night shift off.” Terry drives Leslie back to where she lives.

When they arrive “well, here we are.” Terry gets out to help Leslie with her gear.

“How much do I owe you, Terry?” Leslie opens her purse to pay Terry.

“Don’t worry about it. The ride is on me today.”

“I can’t do that Terry. You have been nice to me. Here take £ 7.00.” Leslie puts the money in Terry’s hand.

Terry slips the money into his pants pocket and helps Leslie. Afterward, he leaves and heads towards Hatter’s and Dakota’s place to have dinner with them.

Lazy Dragon Dojo:
Kantha couldn’t believe how soundly she had slept last night. Normally, after the type of beating she had gotten, she would normally be hurting all night long. However, the ointment Ginja had applied to her wounds and cane marks. She didn’t feel anything last night. Even the tea Ginja had her drinking was helping her. As she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Good morning Kantha. I hope you slept well last night.”

“I did, thank you. “She sits down on a bar stool.

“I hope you don’t mind tea and dim sum for breakfast.” Ginja had been making some dim sum for breakfast.

“I’ve never had dim sum before.” Kantha watches as Ginja puts a bowl of pork and chicken dumplings in front of her.

“Then you are going to enjoy those.” Ginja pours a cup of tea for Kantha.

“Thank you.” Kantha notices that Ginja had honey instead of sugar on the counter.

“You’re welcome.” Ginja sits down next to her and picks up a dumpling with her chopsticks.

Kantha tries using the chopsticks by her bowl. She gets some help from Ginja in how to use them. She manages to eat her breakfast with them. It was going to take practice to use them, but she figures she’ll get the use of them.

She takes a sip of the tea that Ginja had put in front of her. She has never tasted anything like it before.

“What, type of tea is this?” Kantha was curious.

“It’s a mixture of Hibiscus, Rooibos, Rose hip tea. It will do you some good to drink it.” Ginja had put the tea mixture together for Kantha.

“Thank you Ginja for everything you have done for me.”

“You’re welcome Kantha. When we are done with breakfast, I was wondering if you would like to help me in the garden.” Ginja has been
working on building a garden behind the Dojo.

The lot behind wasn’t very big, but she knew how to make the most out of it. It gave her a place to retreat to or to just meditate. She was going to try and grow some of the plants that produce the teas and herbs she used.

“I have never planted anything before.”

“It’s easy grasshopper.” Ginja had a smile on her face.

After breakfast, Kantha changes into some more clothes that fit her better and follow Ginja out back. She was amazed how Ginja had the garden arranged. Ginja teaches Kantha how to plant and handle flowers. They work out in the garden most of the day.

Terry had come across some information about a possible Isis cell meeting. He still hasn’t overcome what they have done to him and switched from the Black Knight to Wraith. He felt Wraith needed to introduce himself to them and put the fear of WRAITH in them.

Terry suits up in his suit and fires up Wraith. Wraith was going Isis hunting tonight. Terry pulls out and heads towards the location he had gotten information on. It felt nice being back in Wraith. The cab was nice and had a few things Wraith didn’t, but Wraith was his baby. It was time for the people who caused terror to realize that there was a bigger predator out and he was hungry. He did steal a few of the Black Knights mini-drones and linked them to the combat computer in Wraith. Their smaller size would be more helpful in spying then, Spirit would.

Terry heads towards the address he had gotten and once he arrives he sends out three of the mini-drones he had brought with him. He does a scouting of the warehouse first to see if they were under surveillance. He didn’t know if the British government knew they had a terrorist cell in their country. He watches as the drones fly throughout the warehouse. He stops drone 3 as it approached where the men were meeting. There was a woman among them, serving them. She was walking with a limp. There were a few women among the men at the meeting. The last he knew, women normally weren’t fighting with Isis or the Taliban. He moves the drone closer to get a better image and clearer signal.

He sends drones 1 & 2 from their task to join drone 3, but from different angles. He listens to the conversation. They were talking in their native tongue. Terry runs the speech translation program she built into Wraith and watch as it appears on the HUD system. It was a good thing that she had some programming skills. It took her awhile to clean up and add to the speech translation program Microsoft developed. She watches as the conversation was translated.

One of the sentences caught Terry’s attention. They had their last group of brides ready to be sold to their fighters.

Terry sends drone 2 in closer to see what else they had. He needed to know where they had the girls stashed at. He takes all their photos and runs them through the facial recognition program Black Knight uses. He establishes the link from Wraith to Black Knight. The reason he had to do that, was the Black Knight was linked to MI 6 computer system, where Wraith wasn’t.

They did it that way because technically Wraith wasn’t supposed to be used. The Black Knight was a recon vehicle, where Wraith was for fighting. The other drawback to Wraith, was he stuck out like a sore thumb. She was going to have to fix that when they got back to the States.
If there was only a way to tag the person, so he could track them. Terry sits quietly and once they started breaking up and coming out of the warehouse. A smile appears on his face. It was time for Wraith to introduce himself to them. The only person he wasn’t going to kill was the person holding the women. That person was going to meet Hatter. She could make them talk.

Terry grabs the FN P90 he keeps in Wraith and gets ready to exit. This way Wraith he could do his thing. He hears Spirit exit from his storage unit as the combat program take over.

Terry exits from Wraith and just as he shuts his door, the combat program activates. Spirit flies down and starts attacking the other members of the group, while Terry heads towards the person he wanted.

Taj Bandar Seif didn’t think anyone had followed them. He had been careful and only trusted the people in his cell with the location of their meeting. As he and his fellow freedom fighters exit the building they came under attack. Several of his members were killed as they stepped out the door, just as he was about to head back in for safety. He runs into an armored figure and is knocked out.

Terry spotted the person that he wanted to capture and torture trying to head back inside the warehouse. He blocks their path and using the butt of his FN P90, knock the person out. As for the rest of the people in the meeting, he fires his FN P90 and takes them out.

Wraith’s combat computer locks onto the targets it has been programmed for and starts taking them out. One of the figures tries to make a run for it but gets intercepted by Wraith. It roars its engine and runs the target down. Once the person is dead. It receives the recall signal from Terry.

Terry saw Wraith chase down one of the people that had been at the meeting. She presses the recall signal and it comes back towards her.
She faces the person she kept alive.

Taj Bandar Seif looks at the figure standing before him. He had seen the high-tech car run down one of his friends. The bluish glow on the vehicle had an eerie glow to it as it comes and stops before him and the figure. He couldn’t tell anything about the person, except that they were responsible for the attack.

“Hold your hands out, now!” Terry lowers his weapon at them.

“Go ahead and shot me, infidel. Allah will reward me.” Taj Bandar Seif had a smug look on his face.

Terry leans forward “not if I desiccate your body and believe me I will.” He hits the guy up the side of his head with the P90. He pulls a set of
zipcuffs out and cuffs the guy. He could hear sirens coming his way.

Terry carries the knocked-out form of Taj Bandar Seif over to Wraith and secures him. Terry gets in on the driver side and hauls tail it out from the area. He already had Wraith plot a course that wouldn’t intercept with the police coming.

Terry looks at the time and notices he had a few hours before he had to meet up with Detective Inspector Cartwright. He also had to switch cars and pick Dakota up as well. Terry heads towards Hatter’s and Dakota’s safe house.

Lazy Dragon Dojo:
Leslie wipes the sweat from her face. The morning workout was tough and every muscle in her body was hurting. Ginja really pushed them hard.

“Thanks, Kantha.” Leslie looks at Ginja’s adopted daughter.

She couldn’t believe that this was the same girl that had come to Ginja a few days ago. She looked better and wasn’t flinching or shying away from people. She was taking lessons from Ginja in self-defense. She was still teaching her moves, but Ginja was a patient and well-trained teacher.

“Hey Kantha, how would you like to join me and my friends for lunch today?” Leslie figured that Kantha might like to go out.

“I have chores to do around the dojo.” Kantha still didn’t feel comfortable leaving the safety of the Dojo unless Ginja was with her.

“I think that is a wonderful idea.” Ginja comes walking into the changing room.

Kantha turns to face Ginja “are you sure?”

“A kitten never learns if it doesn’t venture out.” A warm smile appears on her face.

Kantha looks at her with a puzzled look on her face.

Leslie just smiles “she means, you can’t hide away Kantha. You’ll never grow if you let your fear keep you. Besides, the people looking for you would have to be totally stupid to mess with someone like your mother.”

Kantha looked unsure but trusted Leslie and her new mother. She looks at her mother.

“Am I okay to go out?”

“Yes, and we will be getting you some new clothes while we are out.” Ginja felt that Kantha could use some new clothes.

“Okay.” Kantha still felt nervous.

Once Leslie had finished changing. Ginja, Kantha join her as they leave the Dojo. Bobby joins them as soon as they walk out of the Dojo.

“Hey, hope I’m not too late.” Bobby was in a good mood. He got laid last night.

Leslie couldn’t believe how flamboyant Bobby was dressed today. She has only seen him a few times like this.

“Boy, you really are excited today.” Leslie had a smile on her face.

“You would too if you got laid last night.” As he puts a little bounce into his step as they walked down the sidewalk.

They stop at a nice restaurant Leslie and Bobby loved to go to have lunch. Leslie orders her normal meal, while Bobby tries something new. Ginja orders something she likes and a dish she thinks Kantha will love.

Kantha kept looking around to make sure the men she ran away from weren’t out looking for her. She knew the person that owned her now would not stop looking for her. He didn’t like it when people he felt he owned ran away.

Leslie notices how on guard Kantha was “relax Kantha. Nothing is going to happen to you while we are here.”

When everyone leaves after eating. They walk down the sidewalk doing some window shopping. They stop at one store and go inside. Ginja helps Kantha pick out a few outfits and head towards the changing room. She stays nearby to help Kantha if she needs it.

As Leslie and Bobby are looking at clothes, three Arabic gentlemen come walking into the store. Leslie notices them. They seemed to be looking around for someone.

“You don’t think those gentlemen are looking for Kantha, do you?” Bobby had leaned close to Leslie to speak to her.

They watch as the lead man motion for the other two men with him to head towards the stock room and the dressing room. One of the staff tries to stop the man heading for the stockroom but gets smacked out of the way. He continues towards the stockroom. The main guy steps further into the store. He knew he spotted Kantha coming into this store.

The guy that went into the dressing rooms, spots a woman with long straight white hair tied back in a ponytail and icy blue eyes looking at him. She was standing outside the dressing room of an occupied dressing stall.

“Can I help you?” Ginja could sense there was something wrong with this fellow.

“It doesn’t concern you. So, step aside.” He walks towards her.

Kantha sticks her head out of the dressing stall and notices one of Dhakiy Hamzah Totah men looking towards Ginja. She quickly ducks back into the stall and cowards in the corner of it.

Sumrah noticed Kantha when she stuck her head out of the stall the white-haired woman was standing next to. He starts walking towards her.

Ginja steps towards the middle of the walkway in between the stalls and takes a relaxed stance.

“Move woman.” He goes to physically move her, but Ginja bats his hand away from her.

Sumrah tries to grab the woman again, but she just bats his hand away like it was a flea. He tries again, but this time loses all feeling in his arm. He tries to get it to move, but it doesn't. He feels another strike to his other arm and then a kick to his stomach, sending him flying backward.

“I’ll take the one heading towards the stockroom, you take the big guy.” Bobby heads towards the stockroom.

“Thanks.” Leslie walks over towards the other guy.

“You know, what you are doing is consider illegal.” Leslie steps right in front of him.

“This doesn’t concern you. Move out of the way.” Nawfal tries to brush aside the woman standing in front of him.

Leslie stops his arm. Just as she was about to punch him. She hears a crashing sound, which distracts her. She feels pain as the man in front of her punches her. Leslie returns the punch with one of her own. She strikes his throat with a hand strike. As he bends over from the strike, she brings her knee up, as she brings his head down on top of her knee.

Sumrah tries to pick himself up off the ground, but his arms still wouldn’t respond. Ginja walks out of the dressing rooms and looks out towards the room. She notices Leslie dealing with one guy and Bobby dealing with another guy.

She winces when Leslie gets sucker punch by her guy. She is impressed with Leslie as she uses a flat hand strike to the guy's throat and then knocking him out with her knee. She notices Bobby using some of the moves she taught him against his opponent.

“Who are these men?” Leslie reaches into the guy she knocked out the back pocket and pull out his wallet. Inside where his diplomatic credentials and his own credentials.

“This guy has diplomatic credentials.” Leslie looks over towards Ginja.

“So, that doesn’t mean they can’t be punished.” She walks over to the person she sent flying out of the dressing room and palm strike him on the forehead.

“Do we know why they were here?” Bobby was carrying his guy over his shoulder.

“They were looking for Kantha.” Ginja heads back into the dressing room and finds Kantha cowering in the corner.

“Kantha, its safe.” Ginja holds out her hand to her.

Kantha looks up at Ginja and takes her hand. She was still scared as she slowly stood up. She wraps her arms around Ginja’s body.

Ginja wraps her arms around Kantha and holds her. Kantha shivers against Ginja’s body. Ginja’s just holds her.

“I’ll call some MI 5 agents I know.” Leslie pulls out the business card that had been given to her and dials the number.

Events take place after Mole Hunt Chap. 11
Terry takes his prisoner over to Hatter and Dakota’s place. If there was anyone that could make this guy talk, it would be Hatter. Terry parks Wraith inside the garage at the warehouse behind Hatter’s van and head towards the kitchen to see if both were up.

Dakota was up and making coffee, when she heard the garage door of the warehouse open and closed. She turns the security monitor on to see who entered the warehouse. It brings up Wraith’s access code and it shows Terry getting out of Wraith.

“I wonder what he wants this morning.” Dakota was still dressed in her nightgown and robe.

Terry spots Dakota in her house robe standing near the coffee pot with the monitor showing Wraith.

“What brings you here early this morning?” As Dakota walks over and gives Terry a kiss.

Terry returns the kiss “I have a problem that I need your help with.”

“Oh? What problem is that?” As she walks back over towards the coffee pot to finish making coffee.

“I ran into an ISIS cell and they have a bunch of girl’s prisoner somewhere that they are going to ship to Syria to be brides for their soldiers. I need to know where they are and rescue them before they are shipped off.”

“Has Anika clear this mission?” Dakota knew Terry had a thing about ISIS and the Taliban. She knew if he could go over there and wipe them off the face of the Earth, he would. That was the main reason he built Wraith, to avenge what they did to him.

“I haven’t run this by Anika yet.” Terry knew they were supposed to be working on finding the mole and taking down the gang that the mole worked with in MI5&6.

“Your playing with fire Terry and you might blow our cover.”

“I know, but these are girls that they brainwashed into thinking that being there is better than being with their family. It needs to stop.”

“Alright, I’ll send a message to Morgana and have her send a virus out or something about wiping away any recruitment sites they have. What do you need with me and Hatter.”

“I need to let Hatter have her fun with the guy to find out where the girls are, and we can turn that information over to the MI5 and the police.”

“Alright, you go and get the Black Knight, so I can make that meeting with your Detective friend.”

“Where do you want the prisoner?” As Terry takes Dakota out to Wraith.

Terry opens the passenger side door, where Dakota sees the man Terry captured. She just shakes her head “hang him in the garage, Hatter can have her fun in there.”

“Okay.” Terry takes Taj Bandar Seif and hangs him by his arms from a chain hanging down from a ceiling support beam. She hoists his body up, till his feet are off the floor.

“Now go and get the Black Knight, Terry. Hatter and I will get the information and pass it along to MI5 and the police.”

“Alright, tell Hatter Hi for me.” Terry gives Dakota a kiss before leaving.

Dakota looks at the guy Terry brought in “you would have been better off talking to Terry, now you’ll see why Hatter is called Mad.” An evil smile appears on her face. Hatter was going to have fun torturing this guy.

10:00 am
Detective Inspector Cartwright watches as Terry’s cab pulls up in front of her place. She notices the windows of the cab were blackened out, as she opens the door. Inside she spots a woman wearing a black business suit sitting on the left-hand side of the cab. She also spots Mad Hatter
Aylin sitting across from her. She was about to call dispatch.

“I wouldn’t if I was you. She’s works for MI5.” Dakota was looking at Cartwright.

Cartwright climbs in and sits down in the cab. She hears the door lock, as Terry pulls away from her place. She notices that the windows of the cab stay blacken.

“Terry said you wanted to talk to us about the events that happened at The Devil’s Chamber.”

Cartwright was a little concern about Hatter watching her. She had noticed Hatter watching her since she climbed into the cab. She turns her attention back to Terry.

“Several witnesses said that Terry had picked up you and a girl. Then there was another report of a drug house that an empty bottle of insulin
was found and what to look like a small ankle bracelet that would fit around the ankle of a small child had been found. What I want to know, is what happened to whoever it was and where are they right now?”

“The girls are safe and with people we trust.” Hatter had spoken up. She was growing fond of Julie and Laila.

“That wasn’t my question. I want to know who they are.”

Hatter just looks at Cartwright “the girls are with people we trust, and they will kill anyone that tries to hurt the girls. That includes me as well.”

“Detective, it would be best not to get on Hatter’s bad side. She cares for those girls and doesn’t want see them hurt.” Dakota knew if she kept pressing Hatter, that she might decide to hurt the detective.

“I need to know why the person who was arrested held the young girl?” Cartwright looks towards Terry.

“The guy was holding the girl’s little sister forcing her to sell her body, in order to supply insulin to the younger girl.”

“So, the guy that was arrested, was forcing the older girl to sell her body to buy insulin for her younger sister.” Cartwright could see that
happening and if she was right, the girls must have been living on the streets.

“Yes, that’s why we don’t want the girls known for their safety, just in case he had others that might take action against them.” Dakota knew her brother Bart had talked with his wife and they were going to adopt the girls. They just haven’t had time to talk about it yet.

As they are traveling, Dakota’s cell phone starts ringing. She looks at it and didn’t know who was calling.

“Excuse me while I take this, Hello?”

“Hi agent Dakota, I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Leslie Wright. You and your partner rescue me at The Devil’s Chamber.”

“I remember Ms. Wright, what can I do for you?” Dakota wonders why Leslie was calling her.

“I and some friends need your assistant. Could you come and see what can be done about some men that attacked us?” Leslie was hoping she could.

“How important is it, Leslie?” Dakota didn’t want to involve Detective Cartwright.

“It’s very important. It involves foreign dignitaries and a young girl.” Leslie didn’t know what else to do.

“Alright, I’m on my way. Send me your address where you are.” Dakota transfer the information to Terry.

“Am sorry about this Detective, but a person we helped needs us. It involves a young girl and some foreign dignitaries.”

“I’m in.” Cartwright figures she could help.

“Oh goodie, someone new to beat up.” Hatter slaps her hands together and rubs them. She was hoping they would have some action.

Ginja, Bobby, Leslie and Kantha
Leslie looks at Ginja and Bobby “my friends are on their way.”

“Good, let me straighten this out with the store owner. You said they are with MI 5?” As Ginja looks directly at Leslie.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay.” Ginja heads up to the store owner and informs them that MI 5 was on their way to handle everything.

Outside clothing store:
Terry pulls the cab up in front of the store and parks it. He gets out, along with Dakota, Hatter and Detective Cartwright. Dakota knocks on the door and she sees Leslie’s face. She listens as the door is unlocked, as they walk inside.

“Someone had a party.” Hatter notices the others in the store picking up displays and fallen clothing and putting them back on the displays.
There were three unconscious men tied up and leaning up against the wall. There was an oriental woman with long white hair holding a young girl in her arms.

Bobby and Leslie immediately recognized Mad Hatter Aylin photo. Leslie from when she helped rescue her and Bobby from a wanted poster he had seen.

“She’s an MI 5 agent?” Bobby points towards Hatter.

Hatter just smiles at him “nope, they let me come along to play with the bad guys."

Cartwright walks over and looks at the men “what happened?” She turns to look at Ginja and Leslie.

“They tried to take their supposed property back.” Bobby walks over towards Leslie.

“Okay, why don’t someone start from the beginning.” Detective Cartwright wants the whole story.

“I’ll tell you?” Ginja looks at Detective Cartwright to get her name.

“Detective Inspector Cartwright, ma’am.”

“Well Detective, Kantha was kidnapped some years ago and made to be the slave of a rich Indian businessman. While Kantha was in the
service of this rich Indian man. He did terrible things to Kantha. I won’t go into detail what he did, but I can say the man followed ancient traditions of making Kantha into an eunuch. When Kantha got back to England, she managed to escape his employment. I have decided to adopt her as my own daughter. These people who are unconscious tried to take her away from me while we were shopping. Two of my students Leslie Wright and Bobby Anderson protected her.”

“While we were searching them, we found these.” Leslie hands the wallets with the credentials to Detective Cartwright.

She looks at them and notices they had diplomatic credentials on them. Which meant they couldn’t hold them.

“Detective, can I see them please?” Hatter had an idea. She walks over to Detective Cartwright.

“Sure.” She hands them to Hatter.

Hatter pulls out a small blow torch from her jacket pocket and set them on fire. She drops the burning documents in a nearby trash can that was empty “that solves that problem.”

Everyone was stun from her doing that. Dakota, Terry, and Detective Cartwright couldn’t believe she did that.

“I can’t believe you did that, Hatter.” Dakota looks towards her friend.

“Did what? We don’t know who these people are now, so they can go to jail unless you want me to cut their manhood off.” Hatter pulls out a Batangas knife and flash it.

Ginja smiles because she knew what the young girl was suggesting. She did think it kind of odd, that her face was painted.

“It’s too bad we don’t know who they are?” Detective Cartwright caught onto Hatter’s plan.

“True. Let me call a paddy wagon to come and take them away.” Detective Cartwright pulls her cell phone out and call for a pick-up.

“Hatter go to the Black Knight and hide inside.” Terry looks towards Hatter.

“Yes, ma’am.” Hatter skips out to the cab and gets in.

The door locks after she gets in and the window darkens so no one could see into it. Everyone inside wait till the paddy wagon show up to take the unconscious men to jail. Detective Cartwright handles everything. Afterwards, they help the shop manager put her store back in order.

Once they are done, they head towards The Lazy Dragon Dojo for Ginja to fix them dinner and talk about what happened.

Detective Cartwright looks at the Hi-Tech car she was sitting in with Terry. She couldn’t believe that Terry and her group had such vehicles and supplies at their disposal.

“Are you guys really working for MI 5?”

Terry smiles and looks at Detective Cartwright “yes, we are legally working for MI 5.”

“How come I’ve never seen them with a vehicle like this?”

“Because Wraith is used for special assignments. Tonight were acting on some information from a perp that we came across. An Isis cell is convincing young girls to leave their family and come here, they are taken to Turkey, Syria as brides for their fighters.”

“So, that’s why we are here?”

“Yep, I and my team want to find out who else is involved. The thing is, they are going to get surprised when they opened those doors on that container.”

Detective Cartwright knew what Terry was talking about. The sensors on Wraith allowed them to watch the occupants inside the container. They were waiting for the trap to be sprung.

Twenty Minutes Later:
A dark color van comes pulling up to the container and two men exit from it. One head over towards the container door and the other one opens the van door. The one at the van opens the door on it and cause the occupants inside to get out.

Detective Cartwright and Terry watches were four figures get out of the van. Terry sends a message to Leslie in Black Knight. Terry figured when they came up with the plan that they were going to need the Black Knight as well.

Leslie saw the message appear on the console inside The Black Knight. Bobby was back at the dojo helping Ginja with the girls they removed earlier from the container. She volunteered to stay with Terry and her friends. Since, she wasn’t much of a fighter, yet. They put her in The Black Knight Terry normally drove around. Terry showed her how to use some of its functions.

The person that was opening the container, was surprised when a cloud of smoke rolled out from inside. The next thing he was surprised of, was getting hit and dropping to the ground. The person at the van drops, as two figures come walking out of the container. They had been waiting for the men to show up.

Hatter came skipping out of the container after hitting the guy with her needler. Dakota hit the other one, with rubber bullets from her guns. As much as she wanted to kill these guys. They were going to need to stand trial for what they did.

Detective Cartwright gets out of Wraith and walks over towards the van and notices there were four more girls huddled inside the van. She looks towards Hatter and Dakota.

“There are four girls inside.”

“We have two guys here for you to take care of Inspector.” Dakota went back and cuff the unconscious form of the first guy that Hatter took
down.

Hatter looks inside the van and over to the four girls, still huddle inside. She notices their hands were bound. She hops inside and palms one of her throwing knives into her hand.

“I’m here to help you. I’m going to cut your hands free.” Hatter starts freeing the prisoners.

“Leslie, bring The Black Knight over here, please.”

“On my way Terry.” Leslie drives the taxi cab over towards their location.

Leslie unlocks the door and gets out to help the girls from the van to the cab. She felt sorry for them.

“I’ll take them to Ginja’s Dojo.”

“Go ahead, we’ll be behind you.”

Dakota switches places with Detective Cartwright, so she could take the van to the police station.

“I’ll come by and pick you up Inspector after we drop the girls off at the Dojo.” Leslie heads towards the Dojo with the girls.

Hatter had joined her in the cab, to help keep the girls calm and safe. She could tell the girls were still scared and frighten.
“We’re going somewhere safe. Once your feeling better. We’ll contact your folks.”

Lazy Dragon Dojo:
Kantha was looking after the girls that Dakota and Hatter had freed earlier. She looks at the poor things as she poured them more tea. The tea was a blend her mother made that would help the girls.

“Here, drink up. The tea will help you recover.”

The girls drink the weird tasting tea. It warms their insides and removes the fuzziness they had. The girls look around where they are and could see the room they were in, must be the exercise room. They could smell the scent of food cooking.

Bobby walks into the workout room with a tray filled with food for the girls. Ginja had whipped up some nice vegetable stir fry for the girls, along with some fried rice. He sets a plate of food down for each girl.

“You can trust the food ladies. Ginja figures you might be hungry.” Bobby watches as the girls slowly pick the foods up and take a tentative bite of the food. After a few bites, they trust the food.

Bobby smiles as he heads back towards the kitchen, where Ginja was cooking for everyone.

“The girls are eating the food and drinking the tea you made?”

“It will do them some good.”

Ginja looks up as Kantha walks out of the kitchen with a teapot to refill their teacups. Her daughter was doing better since they got home. She
knew it was going to take time for Kantha to feel comfortable around orders.

Thirty Minutes Later:
Leslie pulls up in front of the Dojo. She had called ahead to alert them they brought four more girls to them. Bobby and Ginja come outside and help Leslie and Hatter bring the girls into the Dojo. They see the other four girls that they brought earlier eating food.

The four girls look at the other girls as they enter the Dojo and they could see that they were being taken care of. Their stomachs rumbled when they smelled the food.

“Here’s is a place for you girls to sit and relax.” Bobby motions them to an area of the exercise room.

The girls sit down and relax. They could see, that whoever owned the place, took good care of it. Some of the places they had been waiting at or taken to when they arrived. Wasn’t very nice and the men treated them badly.

Once they were comfortable, a younger girl comes out with teacups and a teapot. She pours them some tea.

“Drink it. It will help you.” Kantha knew the tea would calm the girls.

“Mmmmm!! Something smells good.” Hatter walks into the kitchen and notices Ginja making food.

She picks a plate up and hands it to Ginja. She loved oriental food. Ever since she got a taste of it from Lottie.

Ginja just smiles as she dishes up some food for Hatter. She could tell that Hatter has had a hard life.

“Thank you.” Hatter picks up some chopsticks and starts eating.

Leslie parked the cab and goes inside to help everyone. She notices Bobby was serving the girls they brought in some food. Kantha was serving them tea.

Terry and Dakota show up later and join everyone. They help to get the girls to settle and set-up for the night.

“I can stay and help you out with the girls, Ginja.” Leslie helps herself to some fried rice.

“That is kind of you, Leslie. Thank you.”

“Hey, if she is staying, I’ll stay.” Bobby had fixed himself a plate.

“How are we going to get the girls back home?” Kantha looks at everyone.

“I’ll handle that Mrs. Kimiko.” Shigeko comes walking into the Dojo.

Terry and Dakota look towards Shigeko “how did you get here?”

“I called her.” Hatter looks towards her teammates.

“It’s a good thing Hatter called me. You need someone to help get these girls back into the states.”

Shigeko looks towards Ginja “I’m Shigeko Somwan.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Somwan. I’m Ginja Kimiko, owner of the Lazy Dragon dojo.”

“I know Ms. Kimiko, I looked your place up before coming over. I figure I could help you out with your current situation.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Here’s my card.” Shigeko hands Ginja her business card. “If you have any problems or need help. Please call me. As for the
girls you have taking shelter here, I can help to get them back to their families.”

“Thank you.” Ginja notices how late it was getting.

“Your team is welcome to stay here.”

Kantha comes into the kitchen dressed in her night clothes. She had checked on the girls in the exercise room and all of them were sleeping.
Leslie and Bobby had laid down as well.

“Thank you, Ms. Kimiko, but I think my teammates should head towards their place. We have another case we are working on.”

“Well, if I can help you with your other case. Please feel free to ask.”

“There might be something you can help us with. Have you heard anything about a new gang around here?”

“I don’t think I have, but I could ask two of my students. They might know.”

“Well, if they do. Please call me.”

“I will. You have a nice night.”

Terry, Dakota, and Hatter leave with Shigeko.

Elizabeth had taken Isla with her as they pulled up in front of the dojo. According to the information Shigeko had given her. A woman by the name of Ginja Kimiko and two of her students were taking care of them. Elizabeth had taken her car, while Terry and the rest of the team went to check out something Bart and Anika had found.

Isla was still waking up. After what occurred at the office with the guys trying to extort money from Elizabeth’s wife. She was still in awe that Elizabeth's friends had been MI 5 agents and that Elizabeth was a US Marshal from the states.

Elizabeth had called her and asked if she would come along with her today. She had agreed and met Elizabeth at her place, where she was picked up. They had come across town to this dojo.

“Elizabeth why are we here?” Isla looks at her employer.

“Some girls were rescued by my friends the other day and they are being cared for by the owner of this dojo. My team leader asked if I wouldn’t mind coming by to examine the girls. If they are in good health, Countess Charlotte Basset and people she trusts are going to come by and pick them up.” Elizabeth was informed by Shigeko that Countess Basset would be delivering them back to the states and making sure they were returned to their family safe and sound.

“Have you and your wife talked about what is going to happen with the people you hired over here?” Isla was worried she’ll have to find another job. It took her a while to find this one.

“We spoke about it and we have come to a decision concerning you. I and my wife would like to have you come to the US and work in her office there. You’ll still be my assistant, but your job duties will be different.” Elizabeth glances at Isla to see how she felt about this.

Isla thinks about what Elizabeth just told her. Was she ready to go to the US and work there? Could she afford the move?

“I can’t afford to ship my stuff over.” Isla wouldn’t mind going to the US. There was nothing here in England really to keep her and it would be
nice to go someplace people didn’t know her past.

“We have you covered, Isla. The people I work with will cover the cost of your moving and set you up in a nice townhouse in New York.”
Elizabeth knew Anika had a townhouse in New York owned by the company.

“Can I think about it?” Isla wouldn’t mind going.

“Sure, we aren’t going back to the States yet.” Elizabeth spots the dojo and parks.

“Here we are.” Elizabeth shuts the car off and gets out.

“Isla could you grab my emergency bag please.” As Elizabeth heads inside the dojo.

Isla grabs the emergency paramedics bag that Elizabeth packed and brought with her. She enters the dojo behind Elizabeth with the huge bag in hand. As she enters the place, she was amazed at the artwork on the wall.

Lazy Dragon Dojo:
Leslie had woken up early and looked at the girls as they still slept. Some of them had moved closer to each other for safety. Some, she guesses for comforter. Her nose picked up the scent of bacon and eggs being cooked. She glances where Bobby had slept last night and notices his spot emptied. She follows her nose to the kitchen and spot Ginja cooking. Her daughter Kantha was in the kitchen helping her as well.

“There’s tea to drink, Leslie.” Ginja looks at her pupil as she comes stumbling into the kitchen.

“Don’t you have anything a little bit stronger, sensei?” Leslie fixes her tea like she does her coffee.

“Trust me, Leslie. This tea will be very good for you.” Ginja watches as her pupil fixes herself some tea.

Bobby just smiles as he fixes plates for each girl. He glances at Kantha to see how she was doing after yesterday. He was starting to think of Kantha like a little sister.

He carries the tray out to the girls and served them. After serving the last girl “there’s more food if you are still hungry.”

All the girls look at him and then back to their food. They were glad that the ordeal they had been through was over with.

As Bobby is walking back towards the kitchen, he hears a knocking sound on the front door. Bobby notices that there was a dark short hair woman, dressed in a black business suit standing at the door. He could make out a shorter person with long brown hair standing behind the other woman with a huge medical bag in her hands.

“Can I help you?” Bobby had opened the door to speak to the woman.

“Yes, I was sent here by a Mrs. Somwan. She said you had some girls that you are taken care of? I’m Elizabeth Sumner and this is my assistant Isla White.”

Bobby tries to remember where he heard that name, then he remembered the oriental woman that had shown up the other day. He wonders who this woman worked for.

“Come on in, Mrs. Sumner and Mrs. White.” Bobby steps aside to let the two women in.

“Thank you.” Elizabeth walks in first, with Isla following behind her.

As Elizabeth walked past him, he notices the Black business suit she had on was tailored to fit her body. It was well designed and tailored. The pink business suit, the young lady was wearing seemed to come from like a clothing store. She was wearing a skirt that stopped mid-thigh, jacket and a light pink blouse on under the business jacket. She had on white heels as well.

“So, how do you know Mrs. Somwan?” as Bobby leads the two women back to Ginja.

“I work with her and her team.” Elizabeth could understand why this Bobby person was curious.

Elizabeth follows Bobby into an oriental style kitchen. There was a short woman with long white hair wearing a pair of blue jeans and a gray tank top. It had some flowers she hadn’t seen before on it. She was sitting at a table with a young girl another woman who was dress like her. Elizabeth does notice the weird artwork on the other woman’s arm.

“Ginja, this is Mrs. Sumner and her assistant Mrs. White. She was sent here by Mrs. Somwan.” Bobby was watching Ginja.

Ginja looks at Elizabeth with a pleasant smile on her face “are you a friend of Mrs. Somwan?”

“You could say that. I work with her teammates. She told me that the young ladies that you are taking care of, have experienced some trauma.
She suggested I examine them and make sure they are okay. This is my assistant Isla White.”

Ginja looks at the young lady standing near Elizabeth. She could tell the young girl was a little nervous.

“What will you need in order to perform your examination?” Ginja wonders what training Elizabeth has.

“Just a room so the girls can get undress and someone they trust with them. I want to make sure any injuries or diseases they might have gotten from their captors is taken care of. My assistant will be helping me.” Elizabeth hopes Isla didn’t mind helping.

“You can use my bedroom, mom.” Kantha wanted to help.

Ginja looks towards her adopted daughter “there’s no need, sweetie. We can use the changing room. That way the girls won’t freak out.”

“Would it be okay if I help you, Mrs. Sumner?” Leslie wouldn’t mind helping.

Elizabeth looks at the other woman and figures the girls might trust her “yes, you and your friend there have already established a rapport with the girls. It will go easier for them to trust me.”

“Okay.” Leslie looks at Bobby “you don’t mind, do you?”

“Nope, I don’t mind helping.” Bobby looks towards Kantha “How about if you give me a hand?”
Kantha smiles “okay.”

“Here, let me help you, set-up the room.” Ginja escort Elizabeth and Isla back towards the changing room.

Ginja helps them set-up a makeshift examination table. She is impressed by the professional expertise that Elizabeth has as she sets her medical supplies up with her assistant.

“Have the girls told you their names, Mrs. Kimiko?” Elizabeth was wondering if she knew their names.

“No, I didn’t get their names last night. I figure the girls needed some time to trust us.” Ginja wanted the girls to be relaxed and comfortable last night.

“That’s fine. Well, I’ll record their names and condition on my tablet. Let’s bring the first girl in.” Elizabeth looks towards Isla to see if she was ready.

Isla just smiles as Leslie brings the first girl in. It took a little persuasion to get the girl to trust her and for what they were doing. Leslie stayed with the girl as Elizabeth examine her.

Once Elizabeth was done with that girl, she moves on to the next girl. She spends the next few hours or so giving each girl an examination. Some of them she had been sexually assaulted. Some she found had been drugged. She found the needle marks and asked the girls how many times they had been given drugs.

Isla used the tablet to take each girls picture and entered their information. She also entered the information about their medical condition as Elizabeth gave it to her. Isla couldn’t believe what these girls went through or why they left their home and came to England.

After Elizabeth was done with examining the girls. She calls Countess Charlotte Basset so she can make arrangements to have each girl returned to their families.

Two black Mercedes Benz SUV’s pull up in front of the Lazy Dragon Dojo. Elizabeth and Leslie watched as a young woman with long curly dark brown hair that came past her shoulders and wearing a tailored business suit walks towards the Dojo. Walking beside her was a black hairy dog.

Casey looks down at Zeus as he walks beside her as they headed towards the Dojo door. Zeus was one of her best-behaved Belgium Shepard. Where her Uncle Jack raised Wolves, she raised Belgium Shepards. They got the same training her Uncle gave his wolves.

She was asked by her Aunt Basset to come to the Dojo and bring back the girls that had been rescued by agents that work for her Uncle Jack. She was told to ask for Elizabeth Sumner and the Dojo owner, Ginja Kimiko.

Elizabeth and Leslie watched as she comes walking up to the door. Just as she approaches the door, Elizabeth opens it.

“Can I help you?” Elizabeth wonders who this young lady was.

“Hi, I’m Casey Holland and this is Zeus. We were sent here by Countess Charlotte Basset. I was told to ask for an Elizabeth Sumner and the owner of this Dojo a Ginja Kimiko.” Casey had a pleasing smile on her face.

Elizabeth notice she had an Irish accent and carried herself like someone who had been in the military. She noticed a scar along the length of her neck. It started at the bottom of her right ear and went all the way down her neck to her collarbone. Elizabeth looks down at Zeus and wonders if he was as trained as Jack’s wolves were.

When she looks back to Casey “I’m Elizabeth Sumner, and Ms. Ginja Kimiko is in the back cleaning up her kitchen.”

“May I come in?” Casey knew Elizabeth worked for her Uncle.

“Sorry, Elizabeth steps aside to let her and Zeus come in.” She looks towards Leslie to see if her sensei would object to an animal being in her Dojo.

Casey walks in with Zeus following her. He glances at the two women, but then ignore them.

“Let me go and get my sensei, Miss. Holland.” Leslie heads towards the kitchen where Elizabeth’s assistant and Kantha were enjoying a cup of
tea. She looks in the changing room and finds Ginja straightening up the changing room.

“Sensei, Countess Charlotte Basset’s representative is here and would like to talk with you. Also, she has a dog with her.” Leslie didn’t know how Ginja would react to it.

“Is it well trained?” Ginja looks at her student.

“Yes, ma’am.” Leslie looked puzzled.

“All creatures are permitted here.” Ginja puts her broom away and heads towards the front.

The girls they rescued and checked over were doing better. A few of them were going to need rehab to overcome the drugs they had been given. Ginja had them drinking a tea mixture that would help them. Before those girls leave, she wanted to mix up some packets for them to take with them.

Elizabeth watched Casey and Zeus as they watched the girls. She wonders if Zeus was trained like Jack’s wolves were.

“Casey is Zeus trained like your Uncle Bounty’s wolves?” Elizabeth knew she never wanted to have them come after her.

“Yes, Zeus is trained just like my Uncle Jack’s wolves. All my Belgium Shepherds are. Unlike my Uncle, I breed Belgium Shepherds. Zeus is the third Belgium Shepherd to carry his sire’s name.” Casey scratches him between his ears.

“Does your family line always breed dogs?” Elizabeth couldn’t believe she was looking at a female version of her boss.

“Yes and no. Uncle Jack is the only one who breeds wolves. My father breeds Irish Wolfhound’s and Great Uncle Sheamus and Uncle Nolan breed horses. Aunt Shannon breeds Red Deer’s.” Casey had several family members that had pets from either her Uncle’s or from her and her father.

Leslie and Ginja arrive “I’m Ginja Kimiko, Miss. Holland.” Ginja holds out her hand.

Casey shakes it “it’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kimiko. This is Zeus.”

Ginja looks at the black shaggy dog sitting next to Casey “my, he is a handsome fellow. May I scratch his ears?”

“He’s kind of protective, Ms. Kimiko.” Casey knew Zeus didn’t like being touched by anyone, except her.

“I have ways with animals.” Ginja looks into Zeus’s eyes.

Zeus just watches the woman in front of him. She was a friendly kind person. He didn’t react when she scratched him between his ears. If nothing else, he wagged his tail.

Casey stood there stun. Zeus never lets anyone other than family touch him. She watches as Ginja kneels in front of Zeus and petted him like he was her puppy.

Ginja notices the stunned look on all three women “I have a way with animals.” She stands back up and faces them.

“Now, you work for Countess Charlotte Basset?” Ginja could tell from Casey’s aura that she was a good woman, but there were some bad spots on her aura that showed she had been injured.

“She’s my aunt and asked me to bring the ladies you rescued to a private airfield the family owns. She figures the girls might be more comfortable without a lot of people around them.” Casey knew her aunt owned a few Lear Jets, just like her Uncle’s and grandmother.

“I can see how that would be a good idea. Will the Countess be there?” Ginja wanted to meet her and thank her for everything she was doing.

“Yes, ma’am. My aunt will be there.” Casey knew her aunt would be at the airport. She wanted to give the girls a gift before they left.

“Sensei, would you mind if we came with you?” Leslie knew Bobby wanted to go as well.

“I don’t mind. Will you be coming, Elizabeth?” Ginja turns to face Elizabeth.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be going with you. I want to make sure the girls get to the plane and head home safely. I know my boss would want me too.”
Elizabeth knew Anika would want her to.

“Very well. I have two SUV’s waiting to take the girls to the airfield.” Casey had brought two of the families armored SUV to transport the girls.
Elizabeth follows behind the two black SUV’s they headed towards the airfield. She had Isla, Leslie, and Bobby in her car. Ginja and her daughter were riding in the second SUV with some of the girls. Casey, her driver, and Zeus were in the first SUV with the other half of the girls.

“Elizabeth, Isla says you’re a US Marshal? How come you’re over here in England busting people?” Bobby was curious about that.

“Well, I’m over here helping my wife with her fashion show. Secondly, I have medic training from the army and Mrs. Shigeko felt my talents would be helpful.” Elizabeth looks in her rear-view mirror towards Bobby.

Bobby was sitting in the back along with Isla. Leslie was riding up front with Elizabeth. Elizabeth noticed that Leslie was hovering four metal ball bearing in her hand. They were a good three inches hovering above her palm.

“How are you doing that, Leslie?” Isla was amazed at what Leslie was doing.

“Magic.” Leslie had a sly smile on her face.

“I don’t believe in magic.” Isla never believed in magic.

“It’s really amazing, isn’t it?” Bobby knew about Leslie’s little magic trick.

“Really, how do you do that trick, Leslie?” Elizabeth glances at Leslie.

“As long as you keep the secret.” Leslie doesn’t tell many people about her abilities.

“I promise.” Elizabeth knew how stage magician was.

“I was struck by lightning when I was younger. It gave me the ability to do this and a really nice branded tattoo.” She couldn’t show them the brand.

“You got struck by lightning and survived?” Isla was amazed. Everything she ever read, people died from getting struck by lightning.

“Yea, I’m one of the lucky ones.” Leslie knew she was lucky about being struck.

“So, the lightning gave you, telekinesis’s?” Elizabeth was curious about that.

“Yep, it gave me a gift, but left me with its mark,” Leslie remembered the night it happened.

They finally arrive at the private airport. Countess Basset was there waiting on them. She comes out to greet them and the girls.

Elizabeth looks at the Countess and couldn’t see any family features in her that would relate her to Jack. As the girls are loading onto the two Lear Jets. Custom agents scanned their bags and the bags Mrs. Basset gave them.

When one of the customs agents got to close to Casey, a growling sound could be heard coming from Zeus. The customs agent backs off. He looks at the dog as it stood near Casey.

“You were to close to me and him. He doesn’t like people being close to him.” Casey knew Zeus was just like her uncle’s wolf Chaos.

Isla looks at the girls and hopes things will be better for them. She wonders if their family back home will be forgiven.

“Worrying about the girls, Isla?” Countess Basset walks over to the group that had been watching the girls.

Isla looks at the Countess and wonders how she knew her name. There was a surprised look on her face towards the Countess.

“I know everyone that help those girls, Isla.” Countess Basset was kept up to date on everyone involved.

Elizabeth just smirks. She sounded just like her brother. Elizabeth also knew she was the head of MI 5 & 6.

Countess Basset looks towards Leslie and Bobby. The report she got on Leslie was surprising. She learned that Leslie was transgender and was waiting to get her surgery. Her stage magician talents would be an asset either for her brother’s team or for her department. They could use her status as a performer to send her to places to spy for them.

As for Isla, she was already working on paperwork for her if she wanted to go to the States with Elizabeth’s wife’s company. Bobby, she knew he would never leave the country. He had family here.

They watch the girls fly off. Countess Basset looks at everyone left.

“Why don’t we return to my place and I fix you all dinner?” She looks towards the group.

Kantha looks towards her mother. She still felt uneasy being out in public, after what happened.

“You’ll be fine, Kantha. No one would be stupid enough to attack my aunt.” Casey saw how Kantha was acting a little nervous. She could read
body language like it was a second language to her.

Kantha looks at Casey and wonders how she geuss. She feels Ginja squeeze her hand.

“That is a wonderful ideal, Countess.” Ginja figured it gave her a chance to know more about the Countess.

“Then it’s settled. If you’ll follow me back to my home.” Countess Basset walks over towards her car.

“Lead on.” Elizabeth heads back to her car and Leslie, Bobby, Kantha, and Ginja head towards one of the SUV’s.

They follow in a convoy towards Countess Basset country estate.

Isla had gotten up early and heads into the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. She had the day off from work and she had no idea what she was going to do. She finally had money in her bank account and a job that she loved.

She heads towards the bathroom to shower and freshen up. Isla examines herself one last time in the full-length mirror. The outfit she had on was designed and sewn by Sara, Elizabeth’s wife.

She grabs her purse and heads out to enjoy her day off.

While she is shopping, she thinks about the offer Elizabeth had told her about, them moving her to America and being Elizabeth’s personal assistant. She wonders how that was going to work when she was working cases? She does some clothes shopping and grabs herself some lunch at a nice pub.

Elizabeth and Sara’s Place:
Elizabeth was spooned against her wife’s back. She was holding her against her body with her breasts pressed against Sara’s back. Her hand was slowly caressing Sara’s breast. For once, she wore her wife out, instead being worn out herself.

They had gotten home late after having a nice dinner at Countess Basset’s country estate. Elizabeth knew her wife has been working extremely hard on her latest creations and not much time with her. So, when they got home. She started kissing and getting her wife all hot and worked up. Instead of letting her wife take her with the strap-on they used in their loving making. She took it and used it on her wife. She made love to her wife, like they had first done when they met each other.

Elizabeth held Sara against her. She was still buried deep in her wife. They had fallen asleep with the strap-on buried deep inside her wife. When she moved some, she heard her wife whimper.

“No more.” Sara stops Elizabeth’s hand from caressing her breast.

She was sore and could still feel the strap-on inside her body. She feels Elizabeth kiss her on her neck. Sara held Elizabeth’s hand against her breasts. Lately, she has been thinking about having kids. She wanted to have one from Elizabeth and one from herself.

She squeezes Elizabeth’s hand “Lizzie, I’ve been thinking lately, and I want to have children.”

Elizabeth was a little shock. She didn’t know her wife wanted to have children. She never hinted at it before.

“We could adopt children if you want too. Also, what brought this own?” Elizabeth was curious.

“I built my clothing company up and I want someone to carry on the business. Also, I want children from me and you. I want to take your egg, and have it implanted in my womb, along with mine. Plus, I’ve been wanting children since you have been more active in a dangerous profession.” Sara has seen how happy women who have children were.

“Do you have someone in mind that you want to inseminate those eggs or were you thinking about going to a sperm bank and picking out a donor?” Elizabeth didn’t mind if her wife carried one of her eggs.

“I was thinking we would go and get a donor. That way, we won’t have my family trying to claim our children.” Sara has been thinking about how she wanted to get pregnant.

“If this what you want to do sweetie. I’ll go along with it. How soon do you want to do this?” Elizabeth knew her wife has been patient and there for her and if she wanted to have a baby from her. She’ll give her wife what she wanted.

“When we get back to the States after this mission.” Sara has been doing some research and had a list of candidates she has selected for donor sperm.

“Alright, when this is over and was back in the states.” Elizabeth just holds Sara.

They were just going to stay in bed all day.

Leslie and Bobby:
Leslie had woken up first and headed into the kitchen to start making breakfast for everyone. They had gotten home late last night, after visiting the Countess. Casey had given them a ride home, along with Isla, Ginja, and Elizabeth. Elizabeth had given her, her number and gotten hers in return.

Bobby comes walking into the kitchen. He wasn’t one of Leslie’s roommate, but she had invited him to spend the night. So, he crashed on the sofa.

“Mmmm, food.” He sits down at the table and starts fixing himself a plate.

Greg and Arthur come stumbling into the kitchen and sits down at the table. Greg pours himself a cup of coffee, while Arthur fixes himself a plate. Greg takes a sip of his black coffee and loved the brand they had switched too. The coffee wasn’t as bitter as the brand they normally used.

Leslie joins them at the kitchen table. She places a plate of freshly made pancakes in the middle of the table. There was syrup already on the table.

“You guys got in late last night. What were the two of you up to?” Arthur looks at Leslie when he asks the question.

“Well, we had dinner with a Countess at her country estate last night. We had other people we had to give a ride too. It was late by the time we
left.” Leslie had enjoyed her visit with Countess Basset.

“You had dinner with a Countess?” Greg looks over towards Leslie.

“Yep, she invited my sensei, her daughter and the rest of us.” Leslie loved Countess Basset’s country home.

It had so much history to it. According to the Countess, the estate had been in her family for ages and had to be rebuilt several times due to damage it received during the various wars. It had been renovated in the last twenty years.

“Sounds like you two had an interesting night. What are your plans for today?” Greg was thinking they might have a movie day as they use too.

“I have nothing planned. How about you Bobby?” Leslie looks over towards Bobby.

“I’m going home and getting laid. My boyfriend has been busy lately and today he’s home.” Bobby enjoys his breakfast.

After breakfast, Bobby heads over towards his boyfriends flat. Greg and Arthur help Leslie clean the kitchen up. Afterward, they go and buy a
few movies, snacks. They also buy some items for lunch and dinner.

Leslie watches the movies they bought while thinking about the girls they rescued and saw off. She wonders what was going to happen to the diplomat that had kidnapped Kantha. He still needed to pay for what he did to her.

Casey:
Casey watches as the diplomat that had kidnapped Kantha was leaving his place. Her aunt had given her the clearance to take him out. She adjusts her sights on her sniper rifle and pulled the trigger.

She watches as the diplomat dropped to the ground. The bullet had hit him right between the eyes.

“One less pervert to worry about.” Casey puts her sniper rifle away and heads back towards her place.

Her aunt had authorized and sanctioned the assassination of the diplomat. Once she arrives home, she calls her aunt to let her know the assignment has been completed. She was retired from the spy business due to medical reasons, but she did do the occasional job for MI 5 and for her uncle. She was medically discharged from the military.

When she gets home, she is greeted by Zeus and his mate Hera. She had a degree in Art and Philosophy. She followed the family tradition of joining the military and was the only woman to join the Special Boat Service. Her great-uncle Henry helped to prepare her for the tough training it took to be one.

She pets her puppies and head into the house to clean her sniper rifle. Casey puts it back in the armory afterward. Her great-grandfather had built it back in the 40’s to hide all the weapons he had managed to buy and recovered from some of his jobs.

Most of her family either worked in MI 5 & 6 in one form or another. Her mother had been in the service when her father met her. She had joined the military like most of her family and when the opportunity opened. She joined the Special Boat Service. She was the first woman to pass the rough requirements to join. She did her training during the summer months.

Her father and a few of her uncles did their training during the winter months. Some of her cousins joined the military like herself or went into other occupations. Her adopted cousin Mouse was following in the Countess footsteps. She wasn’t given too many choices, but she was good at what she did.

She changes into her riding outfit and goes horseback riding. It was the one thing that didn’t cause her to much pain from the injuries she had survived.

Shigeko checks on the girls as they slept. She was happy they were going to live with Bart and his wife. She spoke with her fiancé and couldn’t wait till she got home. She was planning on spending all day with him on her first day back.

Her assistant Mia was doing a good job. She had been checking up on her and was getting good reports back. She folds up the girl’s clothes as they slept. She was going to let them sleep.

She’s been making sure that Julie takes her pills. She also has been monitoring Laila’s sugar levels. She was a type 1 diabetic, so they had to monitor her sugar levels.

After folding all the clean laundry and putting it away. She heads towards the kitchen to start breakfast for the girls. Anika and Bart were already gone to handle the mole problem.

The Lazy Dragon Dojo:
“Ow!” as Leslie picks herself up off the floor. She rubs the sore spot on her butt.

“You should have seen that move coming Les.” Bobby was looking down at Leslie.

“Yay, yay.” As Leslie stands up off the floor.

He and his lover made love most of the night, the other day. His ass was still sore, but he had enjoyed it. Bobby was dress in a leotard like the one Leslie wore.

Ginja was watching her students as they practice the moves, she taught them. She grinned when Leslie fell for Bobby’s move. Leslie was coming along in her lessons and have been very helpful with other problems.

Kantha looks over towards her mother as she practices her moves. She has been getting extra training from her mother when the dojo was closed. Her mother felt that it would help to build her confidence.

Her sparring partner was a boy around her age that helped her mother around the Dojo. He was in a group home and wanted to learn how to defend himself. He showed up a few days ago.

He had been looking for a part-time job to purchase some items he wanted, that the group home didn’t provide. Ginja hired him and then introduce him to some of the merchants near her that could use some help but couldn’t afford to hire anyone. She paid him and since he was interested in learning how to defend himself. She took him on as a student and paired him up with her daughter.

Ginja watches Johnathan as he practiced with Kantha. The two of them were a good match, just as Bobby and Leslie were. She’s been teaching Leslie how to use her special gift. Leslie has been doing very good learning how to control her telekinetic ability.

Ginja has shown her how to manipulate the insides of a person and how to cause someone to explode from inside, out. She knew Leslie already knew how to use her ability to levitate items. Now, she was learning how to use her ability to levitate herself.

Ginja walks over and correct her daughters form “there, that should help you, Kantha.”

“Thanks, sensei.” When Kantha was training she called her mother, Sensei. Just like all the other students. When they were by themselves, she called Ginja, mom.

After practice, Ginja has tea with Leslie and Bobby. As Leslie is sitting across from Ginja, she wonders how long it took her to master her fighting ability.

“Sensei, how long have you study martial arts?” Leslie figured it didn’t hurt to ask.

“Since I could walk. The family that adopted me, started training me.” Ginja misses her adopted family. They always made her feel like part of the family.

“Wow, did you go to school and such?” Bobby looks over towards Ginja.

“Yes, but martial arts were part of our training. Just as reading, writing, and arithmetic were.” Ginja remembered a few times she was punished for not completing her assignments. Those punishments weren’t something she would want Kantha to go through. She has already suffered enough.

“Wow! Is your form a traditional one, or a secret one?” Bobby never asked before.

“The form I am teaching you is one I develop myself from the different forms I encounter during my travels. The one I know has never been taught to outsiders before. I’m honor bound to never teach it.”

“Then, how does anyone suppose to learn it, if you can’t teach it?” Leslie was curious about that.

“It’s a long tedious process. If I find a person who I think has the potential to learn the form. I send a message back to my old mentor. Then, he takes goes before the council and someone will be set to observe the person to see if he or she has the right qualities to be asked to join the group to be taught. It takes years to learn to learn the basics. Even when you graduate to a journeyman level, you still are learning.” Ginja was considered a master, but she still knew there were people she learned and trained by that were still journey level masters.

“That sounds like the way, stage magicians work. There are two ways to become a stage magician. The first is to make a name for yourself before you are invited into the society. The second way, you become the assistant to a member and learn by their hands. Once your mentor or the council feel you have reached a certain level of experience. You are invited to the local chapter and tested. If you pass the test, you become a member and you can’t tell anyone about what goes on in the council. There is also a bunch of rules and regulation you have to live by, like what you mention sensei.” Leslie made a name for herself by performing for the public and her tricks were a mixture of old style well known establish tricks.

She has some tricks she been working on and now with her sensei’s tutoring. She can now use some of her training, during her performances.

“What is it with you two and secret societies?” Bobby looks at Leslie and Ginja for an answer.

Leslie smile back at him “not everyone is suited to do what I and sensei can do. There are secrets that the world isn’t ready for and what do you think would happen if the government knew what we knew?”

“There would be highly trained killers that could move in and out of places or countries without anyone being able to stop them?” Bobby could see where that would be a problem.

“Bingo, some secrets, must remain secret.” Leslie knew the last person to reveal some of their secrets, got a visit from a very famous magician and had their mind wiped.

The Hotel:
Isla, Elizabeth, and Sara along with several others were packing up all the clothing that was left. They were shipping the clothes and equipment back to the warehouse in New York. The movers were coming in tomorrow to pick the crates, boxes, and equipment up.

“Isla, have you thought about our offer about coming back to the states with us?” Elizabeth looks at her assistant.

Isla looks towards Elizabeth “I thought about it and I would like to come with you to New York. I still need to let my landlord know and pack my belongings up.”

“You have time. I’ll speak to the movers who are coming to pick these things up and have them pack your place up. Also, do you own a car?” Elizabeth couldn’t remember if her assistant had one.

“No, ma’am. I either take the bus or a cab. Depending on where I am going.” Isla couldn’t afford a vehicle.

“Well, you’ll have one in New York, if you chose to use it. The subway does get you to most places. As for the townhouse it will be prepared for you as well. It’s in the Bronx, not far from our place.” Sara’s company owned it and sometimes they went out to it.

“Thank you, Sara and Elizabeth.” Isla was very grateful for the opportunity.

“You’re welcome. Now, let's get the rest of this stuff packed up and afterward go and get something nice for dinner.” Elizabeth starts filling a box. She couldn’t wait, to get back home.

Elizabeth watches as her wife got dress. She walks up behind her and kisses her neck. She places her hand down on Sara’s abdomen “I can’t wait till I see you big with our children.” As she kisses her neck again.

“Mmm, well you're going to help breasts feed them.” As Sara turns around in Elizabeth’s arms and squeezes her breasts.

She leans in and kisses Elizabeth. Sara wanted her wife to share in the experience of having children. So, she was going to have her help
breasts feed their children. Besides, she figures Elizabeth could put her big breasts to some use.

“Whatever you want sweetie.” Elizabeth knew Sara loved her bigger breasts.

“So, what are you going to do today?” Sara looks into Elizabeth’s eyes.

“I’m going to help the team out. Mouse might have a lead on Count Nelson Rudd and to patch up the members that got injured last night.” Anika told her what had happened during their raid.

“Well, be careful. We still need to get Isla things all packed up. I’ve already called the management company to prepare the townhouse for her. I also have a question for you. Is she going to be working with you and the team or at the company with me?” Sara and Elizabeth hadn’t talked about it.

“I think, for now, it might be better to let her work for you. That way she can get familiar with how you do things in the states.” Elizabeth figures Isla needs to get used to how they did things in the states.

“Alright, now let me finish getting dress.” Sara tries to leave her wife’s arms.

“Mmmm, I don’t know.” As Elizabeth slides Sara’s panties off her.

Sara doesn’t move as Elizabeth starts kissing down her body, till she is tasting her from her sex. She stiffens as Elizabeth probes deep and nibbles on her sex. She reaches down and presses Elizabeth’s head tighter against her sex.

Leslie’s Place:
Leslie gets out of the shower and walks into her bedroom. She removes her towel and spotted a few bruises that Bobby gave her yesterday during their sparring match. She rubs a cream that her sensei gave her.

Leslie grabs her favorite pair of leggings and an oversized shirt. She doesn’t bother putting a bra on. She was going to let her ladies be free today. She heads into the kitchen, where she finds her roommate Greg fixing breakfast.

She waves at him as she walks over to the refrigerator and grabs some mango juice. Ginja had suggested she tried it. She pours herself a glass and put the carton back.

“You’re up early.” As Leslie takes a sip of her juice and sits down at the kitchen table.

“I don’t have to work today. So, I’m planning on spending the day with my girlfriend.” Greg figures Grace would like the fact that he was willing to spend time with her.

“Do you know what Arthur is planning?” As Leslie takes a sip of her drink.

“I’m planning on helping a friend of mine today. Why do you ask, Leslie?” Arthur walks into the kitchen in his boxers and fixes himself a cup of coffee.

“Because I want to try out a new trick I found and don’t need any distractions. While I figure out how to perform it.” Leslie had stopped by the magician’s guild yesterday before sparring with Bobby and looked through their library for a new trick to perform.

“You better make sure someone knows, just in case you screwed up,” Arthur remembers one time coming home and finding Leslie hanging from the ceiling in a trick she couldn’t escape from.

“I’ll be fine with this trick. I won’t hurt myself practicing it.” Leslie enjoys her breakfast with her roommates.

She helps clean the kitchen up after breakfast and watches as they leave the apartment. Once Arthur and Greg are gone, she moves the furniture to make room to practice her new trick. She switches into one of her practice leotards and just as she was about to practice the trick.
Someone knocks on her apartment door.

Casey had been asked by her aunt Basset to go by Leslie Wright’s place and bring her to her office. After all the reports she heard about the woman. She would make a good MI 5 agent. Her performance as a street magician would come in handy as a cover for her.

So, here she was now standing on the other side of Ms. Wright’s apartment door waiting for her to open it. The building she lived at was cleaned and well maintained.

Casey heard movement behind the door after she knocked. She waits for the door to opened. After a few minutes of waiting, the door opens and standing on the other side was Leslie in a one-piece leotard. It hugged her body, showing off her hourglass figure.

Leslie opens the door and standing on the other side was Casey. She knew Casey was Countess Bassets niece.

“Casey, what brings you my way?” As Leslie wonders why Casey was at her door.

“Would you mind if we spoke inside?” Casey didn’t feel that what she was here for, was appropriate.

“Please come inside.” Leslie steps aside to let Casey in.

Casey walks inside and notices that the furniture had been moved aside to leave a big open space. She watches Leslie as she shuts the door.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Casey wonders what Leslie had planned.

“Sort of. I was getting ready to practice a new trick. So, what brings you by here?” Leslie turns to face Casey.

Leslie thought Casey was cute and wouldn’t mind dating her. She does wonder where Casey got the scar on her neck. She also wonders where Zeus was.

“I was sent by my Aunt. She wants you to come down to her office and I'm supposed to escort you.” Casey liked what she saw about Leslie, but after the death of her first lover.

She wasn’t in a hurry or wanted another lover. The pain was still there in her heart.

“Do you know what the Countess wants from me?” As she walks over to stand near Casey.

“If I had to guess, to offer you a job with MI 5, before my uncle’s team offer you a job with them.” Casey knew how her uncle Jack worked.

“Why would your uncle’s team offer me a job? I’m just an ordinary street performer.” Leslie wonder who her uncle was.

“Because you have proven that your skills would be an asset to them. Just like my aunt thinks your skills would benefit MI 5 as well.” Casey just watches Leslie as she walks over to her.

“Well, let me go and change. I don’t think what I have on is appropriate to visit your aunt.” Leslie heads towards her bedroom.

“That depends, on who sees you.” Casey waits why Leslie changes.

Once Leslie is changed. She puts the apartment back like it was before she leaves. She wanted to make sure everything was right before she left.

Casey watches as Leslie put her apartment back in order. She helps her move things around. She must admit to herself, that Leslie had a nice trim body.

“Well, I’m ready to go.” Leslie smiles at Casey.

“Okay.” Casey leads Leslie out to her SUV.

Once Leslie gets in, they start heading towards SIS headquarters.

Leslie wakes up the next morning feeling happy and energized. She accepted the position with MI 5 that Countess Basset offered her. She was going to be an intelligence surveillance officer. They were going to train her and use her established cover as a street performer to gather intelligence around the UK.

She had gone with Casey to visit Countess Basset. While she was with the countess, Casey had gone off to speak with an old friend she used to work with. The Countess had informed her that her older brother in America would have reached out to her about joining his specialized teams.

When she asked what the Countess older brother did and why he would be interested in her. She informed her, that he’s a troubleshooter and handle problems that the US government and the UK couldn’t legally handle. As for why he would be interested in her, because of her skills.

Her stage magician skills would come in handy.

“She never knew there were people out there like him.” In the end, she signed up with MI 5 and in a few weeks, she would be starting her training. After the meeting with Countess Basset was over. Casey and she went out for lunch and spent the rest of the day together.

Leslie came home around ten at night. She had enjoyed herself with Casey. They had talked about maybe dating. Before she left Casey’s SUV. Casey gave her a kiss good night.

Leslie gets out of bed as she stretches her arms above her head and stretch. The stretching exposed her panties. She lowers her arms and heads towards the kitchen to make breakfast. Countess Basset did mention that she should keep quiet about working for MI5 to her roommates. Leslie grabs some sausage patties and places them in the microwave to reheat them. While the sausage patties were cooking. She fries up a few eggs and toasts some bread. Once the patties and eggs are done. She assembles them into a sausage and egg sandwich.
She also brews some fresh coffee to go with her sandwich.

Leslie knew the guys were already at work. Their car keys would be hanging up on the key tree they had mounted near the door. She turns the television on and watches some news. She figures since the weather was going to be near 16°C/(60F). She might go out to perform.

She sits and watches some news until she finishes lunch. Leslie knew her sensei was out with her daughter but would be back later. She knew Kantha was feeling and doing better. She wasn’t on guard every time she went out with her mother or by herself.

Leslie takes one more look at the weather and finally decide to go out and earn some money. She heads into her bedroom and gets the dress in her performance outfit and get her gear ready. She places a call to her favorite car driver and takes her gear down to wait for the cab.

Isla:
Isla couldn’t believe she was moving to America. She finally had the last box packed. She looks around at all her stuff and felt kind of sad that she was leaving England. She told what friends she had that she was moving to America and her bosses were paying for everything.

They threw her a going away party last night. Isla runs her fingertips along the wall. She thought she would ever get this opportunity. Isla wonders what time the movers were going to show up.

Thirty minutes later, the movers show-up and load her stuff into the truck that contained all of Sara’s company stuff. Once all her stuff is loaded. Isla turns her keys over to the manager that manages her place. She takes a cab to the hotel where Elizabeth and Sara are staying.

When she arrives, she is met by Sara. Isla walks into their suite. She looks towards Sara “ I thought Elizabeth would be here?”

“She had to meet up with her team, Isla. They are finishing up the mission they came over here to do.” Sara would be glad once they were back in New York.

“Is New York, like everyone says it is?” Isla had heard stories about New York and its people.

“What do you mean?” Sara was curious.

“That its crowded and the people are rude to you? Also, the city never sleeps.”

“It is true the city never sleeps. You can find all sorts of things going on at night in New York. As for the people being rude, some of them can be at times. As for the crowd, there are a lot of people there.” Sara knew New York could be an experience for people who never knew how a large city works. Especially, someplace like New York.

“Let’s go get some dinner. Hopeful, Elizabeth will be back sometime tonight.” Sara leads Isla down to the restaurant in the hotel.

Ginja and Kantha:
Ginja and Kantha were out spending some mother and daughter time together. Kantha had been a little nervous when they left the dojo but relaxed after a while. Even though, she knew how to protect herself now. She still wonders if someone else would come after her.

Ginja has been watching her adopted daughter out of the corner of her eye. She knew it will take time for all the years Kantha had been abused to fade.

“You know, Kantha that there are people around you that will protect you. Like Leslie over there performing for the crowd.” Ginja had sought out Leslie.

She figured her pupil would be outperforming since the weather was nice. She watches as Leslie performs simple stage tricks for the crowd. Then she does the trick she is famous for with the metal balls, but this time she has added metal flakes to the trick.

“Wow, Leslie is good, mom.” Kantha watches as Leslie performed.

She has never seen Leslie perform before. She has seen her practice in the dojo, but never perform like she was doing now. She continues to watch her as the crowd tries to figure out how she was making the metal flakes make words in the air and how the little metal balls she was using to performed tricks.

Leslie spotted her sensei and Kantha watching her as she performed for the crowd. She mentally causes the metal flakes to spell out Kantha’s name in the air for her. She could feel a slight press building inside her head. She maintains her tricks for a while and finally ends her performance.

The crowd claps loudly and put money in her tip can. Once the crowd walks off, leaving Ginja and Kantha standing there watching her.

“Did you enjoy the performance?” Leslie walks over towards them.

“Yes, you were very good, and I like your outfit.” Kantha liked how Leslie was dress. It looked like a cross between an old fashion tailcoat and a leotard.

“Thanks. This outfit belonged to an old circus performer. I learned a few tricks from her.”

“Well, you did very well, Leslie.” Ginja was proud of her student.

“I couldn’t have done it without the extra training you taught me, sensei.” Leslie knew she wouldn’t have been able to do everything she did as long, she did without Ginja training her.

“I did nothing, except help a student of mine.” A smile appears on her face.

“Thanks, sensei.”

Leslie goes about packing her gear up. She checks everything and rejoins Ginja and Kantha.

“Let’s go and get some lunch, my treat.” Ginja figures she would treat her pupil to a nice lunch.

“Sounds, like a plan to me.” Leslie felt a little hungry after the performance.

Elizabeth:
Elizabeth rubs her tired eyes as Dakota drops her off at the hotel. They managed to stop Carl Herman and take down all the drones he constructed. Terry and Alexa were reverse engineering the big drone Carl built. She knew Terry had a degree in engineering and Alexa was a mechanical genius. It wouldn’t take them long to backtrack how the drone was built. When Elizabeth gets up to the suite, she was surprised to see Isla there.

“Hi, Isla.” As Elizabeth plops down in one of the chairs.

“Hey, Lizzy. Did things go alright?” Isla was curious.

“Yep, everything went fine. The team will be leaving here by next week.”

“When are we leaving here?” Sara looks towards her wife.

“In two days. We are going home and getting Isla set-up. As for what the team is going to do, is still up in the air. I think Terry and Dakota are going to stay here, till Terry has the plans done for the drone.”

Elizabeth watches her wife as she slept. They had gotten in late last night from England. Isla was staying in their spare bedroom until they took her to the townhouse she’ll be living at. As she is looking at her sleeping wife. She wonders how big she will get when she is pregnant

They had a doctor appointment in a few days for Sara to be artificially inseminated. Once Sara has her baby, she would ask a friend of hers to impregnate her, so she could give birth. That way, the child Sara gives birth too won’t be an only child. She caresses Sara’s cheek and closes her eyes.

A few hours later Elizabeth is woken-up from a kiss from her wife. She opens her eyes and stares into Sara’s brown eyes.

“Good morning” As Sara places another kiss on Elizabeth’s lips.

“Good morning to you as well.” Elizabeth returns the kiss.

“Mmmm, it feels nice to be sleeping in our own bed.” Sara lays her head on Elizabeth's shoulder.

“That it does. It feels nice to be back home.” As she wraps her arm around Sara and pulls her close to her body.

They stay in bed for a while, before they finally got out of bed. It was one in the afternoon by the time they got out of bed. They had slipped on some comfy clothes, before walking out of their bedroom. They spotted Isla watching one of their movies and eating a supreme pizza.

Isla spotted Sara and Elizabeth walking into the living room. She had woken up an hour earlier and was feeling hungry and thirsty. She still felt a little jetlagged, but she felt hungry. She had looked in the refrigerator to see what Elizabeth and her wife had, but it was empty. So, she found the take-out menu they had and since she was in New York. She thought a New York style pizza would be nice, so she placed an order for a large supreme pizza. Luckily, her card worked in the United States. She was going to have the cash she had on hand converted to American dollars.

“You’re welcome to join me.”

“Thank you.” Elizabeth walks over and takes a slice.

Sara grabs a slice as well and both women moan after taking a bite. They so missed American pizza when they were over in England.

“This pizza is amazing. Did you guys normally order from this place a lot?” Isla wonders if the place she ordered from will deliver where she’ll be living.

“It was our Friday routine when we were home. Papa Pizza Pizzeria has been around since I was a kid. My father used to take me there.”
Elizabeth had fond memories of her and her parents going there whenever her father got paid.

“Then Elizabeth got me hooked on it.” Sara sits down next to Isla.

Elizabeth joins her wife on the sofa. She has a second slice of pizza.

“So, how are you feeling, Isla?”

“Still jetlagged. I’m going to have to adjust my internal clock, now that I’m in New York.” Isla was still in England time.

“We know how you feel, Isla. It took us a while to adjust to your time zone. Now, that we are up and fed. Why don’t we all get dress and go do some grocery shopping?” Sara figures it would help Isla.

“While we're out. Can we please stop somewhere and get the cash I have on hand converted to American money?” Isla figures that would help her as well.

“We can do that.” Elizabeth didn’t see any harm in doing that.

Oxshott, Surrey, Oxshott England:

Leslie held Casey next to her body. They had spent the other day horseback riding, which her thighs and calf muscles were hurting her. She had never ridden a horse before, and they spent most of the day in the saddle. By the time they got back to the house, she had trouble walking. After they came back to the house. They went swimming in the pool without swimsuits. Later, they cooked out and enjoyed each other’s body first outside and then later inside the house.

As much as Leslie hated her birth defect, she did manage to use the useless piece of flesh to please Casey. In turn, Casey used a strap-on, on her. At first. Casey started off slowly and gently, but as she continued to pump in and out of her. The thrusts got rougher, harder and faster. It felt like Casey was trying to assert who the dominant one was as Casey used her body.

In some weird sense, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the treatment she received from Casey. She loved how Casey made her feel and wonder if Casey will still love her after she got the surgery to remove her birth defect.

Leslie traces a nasty looking scar that was near Casey’s right breast. She wonders how she received it. She saw all the scars Casey had gotten from her time in the military. She counted at least twenty so far.

Casey loved the raised scar she received from being struck by lightning twice. How the veins under her skin had made a flowery design on top of her skin. She did use a little bit of her telekinetic ability to stimulate Casey’s clitoris.

That had surprised Casey because she didn’t know she could do that. Leslie lightly caresses Casey’s plump breast as she slept. Leslie liked how rounded and firm it felt under her fingertips. She knew Casey missed being in the military and didn’t mind doing odd jobs for her aunt or other family members. She slides out of bed and heads towards the bathroom. As she sits down on the toilet, she thinks about what Countess Basset told her. She couldn’t tell anyone that she works for MI 5. She didn’t think that meant Casey, because she knew. However, she couldn’t talk about anything she learns while out in the field.

As for her roommates, she’ll be able to keep what she knows from them. As for the incident with Jake and Thomas, she couldn’t figure out who drugged her drink at the party. Once she was done in the bathroom. She washes her hands and heads into the kitchen.

The house they were in, belonged to Casey’s family. According to her, it was one of many that the family owned and sometimes used as a safe house. This one was one of her favorites and where she spent time away from her father’s place. Zeus and his mate Hera were still asleep on their doggy pillows.

Leslie stood at one of the huge windows and looked out at the farmland that was behind the property. She loved how green it looked.

“Beautiful sight, isn’t it?” Casey stood looking at Leslie’s silhouette as she stood in front of the window.

“Yes, it is, but so are you.” Leslie turns around to look at Casey.

She stood in the middle of the kitchen in her birthday suit. Zeus and Hera were standing on either side of her. Leslie liked how Casey looked, even with her scars.

Casey walks towards Leslie. She loved how she looked and her figure. Even the piece of flesh Leslie had that she hated so much.

“I’m sorry if I was so rough with you last night.” She steps up to Leslie and wraps her arms around her waist.

“It’s okay. Strangely enough, I enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind experiencing what you did to me, again.” She places a kiss on Casey’s lips.

“I think I can arrange something like that for you.” A smile appears on Casey’s face.

She kisses Leslie and break off to feed Zeus and Hera. Afterward, she pulls out some items for breakfast and starts chopping them up.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Leslie snags a piece of mushroom.

“Nope, I have it covered. However, before I start cooking. I should put on some clothes first. There should be some spare clothes that might fit you in the hall closet.” Casey knew her family kept extra clothes at the house for emergencies.

“Thanks.” Leslie heads towards the hallway closet and finds packages of clothes in it.

There was underwear for both men and woman and an assortment of sports bras. She finds one that will fit her along with a pair of socks and a package of panties as well. She grabs a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt that should fit. If they go out anywhere, she’ll wear her shoes from yesterday.

She gets dress, in the main bathroom. She knew if she was dressing in front of Casey, they might not make it back into the kitchen.

Once Leslie is dress, she heads into the kitchen and makes some coffee for herself and Casey. As the coffee is brewing, she wonders what the plan is.

“So, what is the plan for today?”

“Nothing special. I figure we just have a nice relaxing day.” As Casey walks over and lets Zeus and Hera outside.

“Sounds like a nice plan.”

Leslie helps Casey fix them some breakfast. She pours them a glass of orange juice and set the table out on the patio up. Once that was all done, she walks down to the grassy area and play fetch with Zeus and Hera.

“Breakfast is ready.” Casey carries out two plates from the house.

“Coming.” Leslie heads up to the table and spot that they had homemade western style omelets on them.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook?” As Leslie sits down across from Casey.

“I’m a girl with many talents.” Casey smiles at Leslie.

As they are eating breakfast “you’ll be starting your training on Monday. A car will come by at 0600hrs to pick you up. You can’t tell any one about where you are going or talk about what you are learning either. I would suggest that you dress in something comfortable.”

“Should I bring anything to write on?”

Casey looks at Leslie “No, all you will need, will be provided for you when you get there.”

“Will I be requested to leave the material behind when I leave?” Leslie was curious about that.

“No, you can take it with you, but I suggest you place it some where safe in your bedroom. I’m also going to be gone for a few weeks, while your learning. I would like to see you when I get back.” Casey had been contacted by the training Commander of their Scotland facilities. He had some new recruits coming in that he would like for her to come and train for a few weeks.

“I would love to see you when you get back. Can I ask where you are going?” Leslie was curious.

Casey smirks “I’ll be in Scotland for two weeks handling some business.”

“Why does it sounds like there is more to it, but you can’t tell me?” Leslie looks at Casey for an answer.

A playful smile appears on her face “now I know why my aunt has recruited you. To answer your question, yes there is more, but I can’t talk about it.”

Leslie just looks at her “okay.”

After breakfast, Leslie and Casey spend time inside the house with Leslie performing some simple magic tricks for Casey. She does do the levitation trick with some spoons and such. She has Casey tie her up and escape afterwards.

Sara stands before the mirror and looks at her body. It has been two weeks now since they have been back from England. Isla was settled in the townhouse they had moved her too. Her breasts were feeling tender and she has been experiencing some cramps down near her stomach.

The artificial insemination had worked, and she was pregnant. She managed to talk Elizabeth in letting her have a couple of eggs from her. She wanted to carry a baby from her wife. They still plan on Elizabeth getting pregnant once she gives birth. They are going to wait until the babies are at least a few months old before Elizabeth becomes pregnant.

Sara spots Elizabeth walking up behind her. She feels Elizabeth wrap her arms around her body. Both were nude as they stood against each other.

Elizabeth kisses Sara’s cheeks, as she holds her body tight against her own. She has already seen that Sara was pregnant and couldn’t wait to see Sara’s breasts fill up with milk. She planned on milky her for their children.

“I wonder what our children will like?” Sara didn’t care if she had boys or girls.

“It doesn’t matter. They will be beautiful or handsome.” Elizabeth turns Sara around in her arms and kisses her.

They stay embrace for a few minutes before Sara must get dress. As she and Elizabeth are getting dress, she looks at Elizabeth “now I can start designing maternity clothes.”

“You could have designed them before. What makes it so different now?” Elizabeth was confused.

“Because now, my dear wife. I can make the clothes look better and design them better because of how my body shape changes. Having a
pregnant model is going to help me.” Sara gives Elizabeth a kiss, before leaving and heading to work.

Elizabeth gets dress and heads to Eruption Communication to check in with Anika. She knew Anika is doing some catching up on what she missed while they were over in England. She grabs her company badge, car keys, and purse and heads towards Eruption Communication.

London, England:
Leslie looks around the room she was in. There had to be at least twenty people in the room with her. True to her word, a car picked her up at the time Casey told her it would. They didn’t blindfold her or anything when they drove her to the place, they were teaching her.

Leslie takes notes on everything the instructor said or put up on the wall. Casey was true to her word when she said that pen and a notebook would be given to her. A laptop was issued to her as well. Anything she stored on it, was automatically encrypted.

So, far her first week has been interesting. She was taking a basic course first that gave her a history of what Security Service is and what their purpose is as well. After that the instructors go into the do’s and don’ts and what you should do if someone asks you what your job is. They give the students an hour lunch break.

There were some shops and restaurants near them that they could go and grab lunch. Leslie and a few of the students go to a restaurant to enjoy a nice lunch. One of the guys had served in the military. Then there were two others that had joined them, that had been recruited while in college.

They weren’t allowed to talk about the school or about themselves much. Leslie just makes small talk with them. After Lunch, she heads back for more training.

By the time she gets home. She is tired. She is happy when the weekend comes around so she can go to the Dojo and relax. As she walks in, she spots her Sensei getting the place ready.

“Ohayōgozaimasu sensei.” Leslie has been learning Japanese.

Ginja smiles at Leslie “Ohayōgozaimasu, resurī.

Leslie translate that to “good morning to you as well, Leslie.”

“Your Japanese is better.”

“Thank you, Sensei. I have been practicing.” Leslie has been using her spare time to learn Japanese and once she learns Japanese, she was
planning on learning Chinese as well.

“So, have you been enjoying your new job?” Ginja knew Countess Basset had asked Leslie to join British Security Services.

Ginja had been asked by Countess Basset if she would teach martial arts to MI’s recruits and employees. She told the Countess that she would think about it and get back with her about her decision.

“Yes and no.” Leslie knew she couldn’t go in detail on her answers.

“Well, just do what you can and remember you are doing something good.” Ginja knew her student couldn’t talk about what she was doing.
She wasn’t going to press the issue.

Leslie changes her clothes and heads out to stand on the mat. She spots her friend Bobby waiting for her.

“You ready to get your butt spanked?” Bobby was in a playful mood.

“We’ll see about that.” Leslie takes her spot next to him.

Ginja warms her students up first. She doesn’t want any of them hurting themselves. Once they are warmed up. She shows them a new
fighting move.

The rest of the morning, Leslie practices the move with Bobby. Half the time she ends up on the mat and sometimes Bobby ends up on the mat. Ginja walks around her students, observing what they are doing and correcting any mistakes they might make.

When class ends, Kantha brings tea to her mother, Bobby, and Leslie, after the rest of the students leave. She has been outside in the garden that her mother had grown. It has been helpful in her recovery.

“Thank you, Kantha.” Leslie accepts her cup of tea.

“Yes, thank you.” Bobby accepts the cup offered to him.

“How are you feeling, Kantha?”

“I’m doing fine. My mother has been a big help and I have two new friends.” Kantha was happy.

“Oh? Do they come here and learn from your mother?” Leslie was curious.

“No, ma’am. I met them at the school Mom enrolled me in. It’s a private school and the teachers are nice. We have to wear uniforms, which is
something I have never done before.”

“God, I remember having to wear a school uniform. I hated it. Guys uniforms suck. I know girls didn’t like it, that they couldn’t wear pants. I let
one girl wear my pants, while I wore her skirt one day.” Leslie remembered the punishment she got for doing that.

“It’s not that bad for me. I enjoy wearing a skirt.” Kantha liked she was wearing a skirt at school.

Leslie just smiles while she spends a few hours with her friends. Afterward, she goes grocery shopping for her and the boys. Tonight, she has the place to herself. Her roommates were spending time doing other things. Since they were going to be gone. She figures she could go over the notes she has taken so far.

Her position in MI5 was intelligence gathering. Her street performance gave her an excuse, and no one would really suspect her. she’ll have a person she gives the intelligence she gathers to be analyzed by a specialist like her.

Leslie fixes herself some dinner and afterward, sits down and studies for a while.

“Ow!” Leslie looks behind her at Casey as she held an old fashion wooden paddle in her hands.

“Every time you miss, I’m going to spank your ass with this paddle. Now, try again.” Casey just smiles at Leslie.

Leslie turns back around and assumes her shooter stance. She was still taking classes on surveiling people and what she should be looking for. She was also starting her firearm training and Casey was helping her with that. They were at Casey’s father’s outdoor gun range.

Casey was helping Leslie learn how to group her rounds and how to keep hitting center mass. Since Leslie was her girlfriend. She figured she would use an old fashion school paddle on her ass every time she misses or doesn’t group her rounds. She was going to make sure Leslie could handle a handgun under any situation. She also was having Leslie use her special gift as well. She figures she could make her deadly with that as well.

They take a break around noontime. Leslie wipes the sweat off her face and takes a sip from her water bottle. Her rear end was hurting from Casey smacking it with the oak wooden paddle.

Casey walks over and brings the target back to her. She holds the target up “you did a good job.”

“Thanks. I think my butt is going to be sore for the next few days.” Leslie couldn’t believe that Casey spanked her.

“Well, I had to think of a way to get you to focus on your training.” Casey had a smirk on her face.

“You could have come up with something else.” As she rubs her behind.

“Stop whining and get back to training.” Casey slaps Leslie on her rear end with her hand.

Leslie flinches from the smack. She picks her handgun up and this time she runs through an obstacle course Casey has set up for her. Casey was firing a paintball gun at her as she went through the course.

Leslie was getting tired of being hit by the paintballs and uses her gift to send them back at Casey. A smile appears on her face, as Casey gets hit by them.

“Hey, that’s cheating.” Casey was surprised when the paintballs came back at her.

“There’s no such thing as cheating in war.” Leslie causes a bunch of pebbles and rocks to fly towards Casey.

Casey moves out of the way as the pebbles and rocks hit where she had been standing. A smile forms on her face, as she starts shooting at Leslie with the paintballs. She was aiming for Leslie’s body as she shot at her.

Leslie dives for cover as the paintballs came towards her. She tosses some more pebbles and rocks into the air and sends them towards Casey again. She hears them as they hit her.

“Ow!” Casey gets hit by the pebbles and small rocks Leslie sent towards her.

“I’ll get you for that.” She pulls the trigger on the paintball and gets nothing. She looks at it and notices she was out of paintballs and the Co2 cartridge was empty.

“I give. I’m out of ammo.” Casey stands up to show Leslie.

“Good, I think I pushed myself too much.” Leslie had some blood leaking out of her nose and her head was hurting.

Casey saw the blood sliding down from Leslie’s nose “are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine. It only happens when I push my gifts too much.” She pulls a napkin out of her pants pocket to wipe the blood away.

“Lean your head back, baby.” Casey goes and gets a rag to replace the tissue.

She grabs a clean rag from a bucket her father keeps in the garage. She rushes back to Leslie and hands it to her.

“Thanks.” Leslie presses it to her nose.

“How often do these bleeds happen?” Casey was concern about Leslie.

“Only when I push my talent as I did. I’ve never put so much force behind something, like those pebbles and small rocks.”

“Then you need to practice more. Strengthen your tolerance and ability.” Casey wishes she knew someone with the same type of talent.

After a while, Leslie’s nose stops bleeding. She looks at Casey “how bad does it look?”

“That you need to clean your nose. Let me get you a wet rag.” Casey walks over to one of the outdoors water facets to wet one of the rags she had.

Leslie leans against the gun barrier and watches Casey. She really wants to be like her.

“Here, use this to clean what blood is still there.” Casey walks over with the wet rag.

“Thanks.” Leslie accepts it and cleans under her nose and her nose as well.

“If your feeling up to it, let's finish your training.” Casey wanted Leslie to pass whatever test she must do for MI 5.

“I’m fine.” Leslie puts the bloody rag away and lay the wet rag on the barrier.

Casey continues Leslie’s training for the next few hours. She calls a stop to training late in the evening. Leslie was glad because she was tired. Every muscle she had was hurting her.

“Go take a shower and change your clothes. We’re going out for dinner.” Casey gives Leslie a kiss.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” Leslie looks into Casey’s eyes.

“Nope, I’m going to put away everything, before I come in and change as well.” Casey walks off and starts putting the training equipment she pulled out, back where she got it.

“Okay.” Leslie heads inside the house and up to the second floor where Casey’s bedroom was.

She loved the old manor house Casey and her family lived in. Casey told her that the place has been in her father’s family since the 1900s. it survived both World Wars. It did get damaged during the Second World War and had to be repaired.

Since then it has been updated while keeping its period appearance of when it was built. Leslie strips out of her clothes and steps inside the shower. It was a corner unit, where it had clear glass walls, so you could see inside the shower. The floor of the shower had a river bottom appearance. She looks down at her birth defect and wonders if she’ll ever be able to afford to have it removed, so she has the type of bottom Casey has.

Casey finishes putting the gear away and head inside and up to her bedroom. She spots Leslie slipping on a pair of lace panties. She smiles because Leslie loved wearing girlie underwear and such.

“Did you enjoy your shower?” Casey walks over and wraps her arms around Leslie.

“Yes, I did.” Leslie gives Casey a kiss.

Casey returns the kiss and holds Leslie tight against her body. She hasn’t felt like this in a long time since her old lover died.

“You know, if I don’t finish getting dress, we’ll never leave this room.” A smile forms on Leslie’s face.

Casey gives her one more kiss, before releasing her “go ahead and get dress.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Leslie goes about getting dressed.

Once the two of them have freshened up and changed. Casey drives them to a nearby pub she likes going to.

Leslie looked at all her stuff as they moved it to a house that Casey recently bought for them. She couldn’t believe how little she had. She’s been living with Greg and Arthur for a long time. Arthur’s girlfriend was going to move in with them.

When she put in for an address change and added Casey Holland’s name to her contact list. She was called in to speak with her division supervisor. He wanted to know what her relationship was to Casey Holland.

Leslie told him about their relationship. After a few days, she got a response from her supervisor. He cleared Casey. She just smirked, because she knew Countess Basset would have chewed his ass out.

Casey noticed Leslie thinking about something. She wonders if Leslie was having second thoughts.

“Regretting your decision already, luv?”

“Nope, I was thinking about my division supervisor. He wanted to know about you.” Leslie place a box on the bed of her things.

“That’s standard MI 5 procedure. Anyone related to you has a background check done on them. When your division chief went to request background on me. He was probably visited by my aunt. She would want to know why he was looking into my file.” Casey knew how her aunt thinks.

"I bet he was surprised when the Department head of his department wanted to talk to him." Leslie figured he was surprised.

“It’s nice that this place has a gymnasium. I can work out and work on my tricks.” She starts unpacking her stuff.

"How good ar you at escaping from being tied up and such?" Casey had a mischievous smile on her face.

"We can find out later, if you want." Leslie raises her eyebrows.

It takes Casey and Leslie a few hours to get settled. They freshen up and go out for dinner. While they are enjoying their dinner. Leslie looks at Casey “you know I am still thinking about getting the operation.”

“I know, but can I suggest something? Why don’t you save some of your semen? That way if we want to have children later, we can.” Casey knew the family would want her to have children later.

“That’s a good idea. So, are you hinting that you might want to be a mother sometime down the line?” Leslie watches Casey’s facial expression.

Leslie has learned that Casey could be hard to read, but if you knew what to look for, you could read her. She didn’t mind if Casey wanted children later.

“Let’s just say my family would like it if I did. Even if we adopted children they wouldn’t mind. Most of my relatives are children that were adopted by the Bounty family one time or another.” Leslie found that out when she researched the family.

When they come back home. Leslie and Casey fool around some, before drifting off to sleep. Around one in the morning, Leslie wakes up and stare up at the ceiling. She’s found someone she loves and a new job that is going to be dangerous, but exciting. She glances at Casey’s sleeping form.

A smile appears on her face as she closes eyes.