Two weeks later
Friday, April 9th, 2016
Morning

Union Avenue

It was strange waking up in a new bed, but Juliette had no complaints – she had slept very well.

She needed a shower, so she headed for the bathroom where Jen had a really awesome shower with monsoon attachment. It never occurred to the girl to check first; she was still a little tired and she just walked straight in and there was Jen – naked and in the shower.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" Juliette stammered as she turned away.

Jen laughed.

"Get a grip, Juliette, you've seen me naked before."

"You were covered in mud," Juliette replied, and she blushed as she turned back. "I tried not to look."

"But you still looked?"

"You were hot – sorry are hot."

Next thing Juliette knew, she had slid her pyjama pants down, stepped out of them and quickly dumped her top on the bathroom floor to join the pants. Jen reached out of the shower and she hauled Juliette inside where Juliette felt herself pulled against her.

Jen kissed Juliette.

Juliette felt her nipples harden as she kissed Jen back. She could feel Jen's own hardened nipples as they pressed into Juliette's breasts. Juliette ran her hands over the very soft and very wet skin of Jen's back. She screamed as she felt fingers enter her pubic hair and then a single finger which pushed in between her folds. Juliette ran her fingers over Jen's breasts, and she enjoyed that she could control Jen's breathing as she gently teased her nipples in the same way she would often tease her own.

When alone.

..._...

Juliette was overjoyed that nobody was around to hear the screams that erupted from that bathroom as they both slumped to the tiles and struggled to breathe.

Where the hell, had all that come from?

"Thank you..." Jen muttered as she fought to control her breathing.

Juliette began to giggle and then she laughed out loud. Jen did the same and the two girls hugged under the raging torrent of water, but then they both screamed as the hot water ran out. Together, they scrambled out of the freezing torrent and grabbed some towels.

Juliette looked at the clock and...

"Oh, shit – we better get to work, or purple bitch may actually kill us!" she warned.

"Fuck, yeah..."

The Circle-K

"You are thirty-two seconds late, girls!"

"Sorry, Irene!" Juliette replied quickly as the pair burst through the door.

Irene was grinning as she ran her eyes over the two girls.

"What?" Jen asked with feigned innocence.

"You two look like you had fun!"

Juliette and Jen both stood there, mouths hanging open.

"What's with the shocked fish expressions?" Mindy asked as she entered the store.

"Each to their own. Each to their own," Irene chuckled as she winked at both girls who blushed furiously.

"Am I missing something?" Mindy growled.

"Nothing, Boss!" the girls said quickly as they ran through to the back to get ready for their shift.

Safehouse A

To be honest everything had gone quiet in Seattle.

They kept their training up and that included weapons practice for the newbies. Mind you, the downtime seemed to be allowing certain folk to get up to things behind other folk's backs: Marty and Juliette were up to something, Mindy decided.

"How high?" Marty asked as he stared upwards from beside the Armoury and looked up towards the command centre.

Mindy did not hear Juliette's response.

"That's high," Marty responded. "You think Mindy'll go for it?"

"Of course – just don't tell her."

"Not a good idea," Marty commented, and he nodded towards Mindy as he caught sight of Her stealthy approach.

"Hi, Mindy!" Juliette offered uneasily.

"What are you two plotting?"

"Nothing..." Juliette tried.

Marty tried to avoid Mindy's eyes.

"Will I like it?"

"Definitely!"

"Fuck up my safehouse and..." Mindy let it hang.

"Cool!" Juliette said and smiled sweetly.

Mindy was not buying it; they were up to something and she was going to get to the bottom of it, one way or another.

..._...

Mindy was warming to Sophia.

It was nice to have the big dog lounging on the floor of the living room as she and Dave cuddled on the sofa. Dave tried to make out that the mutt and Mindy were similar. Now, Mindy went along with them both being bitches – that was nothing new – but she drew the line when it came to nonchalantly farting and pretending nothing had happened!

Sophia was also very soft and the big dog enjoyed cuddles although Mindy was not overly keen on all the kisses . . . she was not that kind of girl!

..._...

Six weeks had passed since Mindy's big 'idea' about a Dojang.

Both Dave and Marty thought that the idea was sound – which had been a pleasant surprise; for some reason Dave and Marty tended to look panicky when Mindy came up with ideas. Juliette suggested that a Dojang might actually provide a good cover for all of their collected bruises. Jen was ecstatic about the idea for some reason – she was ecstatic about most things, actually. Marty was out looking for suitable premises, with Erika in tow – she had vanished for a week and then returned with the news that she was moving in with Marty. Yay! (small, slightly flat, Fluttershy type 'yay')

Juliette and Mindy were planning what they might offer trainees at the new Dojang and so while they did that, they had sent Dave out to source equipment and other supplies.

That weekend
Saturday, April 10th

It was Marcus, who had finally solved the riddle of Sophia.

He had come across a missing person report, back in New York, and something about it had made his gut squirm, so he had put it out on the wire and within a few days, he had received a hit . . . right on their doorstep! That was why, that afternoon, they found ourselves in a private room at the Northwest Hospital & Medical Center.

"The man was found," the nurse advised, "a few weeks ago and he has been in a coma pending identification – Lieutenant Williams, in New York, provided that from a missing person's report. His name is apparently Isaac Swanson..."

A face immediately jumped into Dave's mind and he turned to Mindy.

"Dr Gravity. He must have come to Seattle to find us – probably heard we were here," he whispered.

"Oh!" She replied, more than a little surprised.

"Will he...?" Dave prompted the nurse.

"Recover?" The nurse responded. "Probably – he's making good progress, but we are talking weeks and possibly even months.

..._...

Talk about a shock!

Mindy had never actually met Dr Gravity in person, but she was well aware of who he was and that Dave had known him and fought alongside him. In fact, Dr Gravity had fought alongside them both at the Warehouse on that fateful night when she had been forced to leave New York which had then led to her being raped and...

Enough!

She refused to dwell on the past; the future and the present were all that mattered. She had Dave and she now had others who cared for her. She could tell that Dave was troubled by what Marcus had uncovered; he had known Dr Gravity quite well it seemed. However, she hated seeing Dave in torment.

"Dave, sweetie, it's not good to dwell on the past."

"I know, my temperamental little hand grenade," Dave grinned.

"I am not little!" Mindy began and then she saw Dave's expression.

"We need a night out – no, not at some sissy restaurant – I mean a real night out where the blood flows freely rather than the wine."

"Is it safe to let you out?" Dave quipped.

Mindy did not reply as she turned to Sophia.

"I need to find you some armour – my current side-kick is a little green!"

"Side-kick?"

"Well, I am most certainly not Kick-Ass' fucking side-kick!"

That night

Safehouse A

Mindy had no idea what Marty was assembling below the command centre, but he had stopped the moment that she had appeared.

She surmised that she had seen rapists with a fucking hard-on dripping cum over a woman's cunt, look less fucking guilty! No matter what she said, Marty and Juliette would say nothing. Juliette just told Mindy to stop being a nosy bitch. If she wanted to be a nosy bitch in her own goddamn safehouse... Mindy was feeling stressed as she stripped off and it was only Dave's gentle touch that seemed to defuse her as he 'helped' to remove her bra.

However, by the time she had her combat suit on, she was hot and flustered again and never mind why...

East Marginal Way South

Despite who she was inside, Mindy Macready/Hit Girl was so easy to wind up.

The only reason she did not gut Dave and destroy his body was because she loved him. Dave enjoyed teasing Mindy until she was on the verge of exploding and then he would calm her down and she'd moan with exasperation.

"You dreaming of me, again?"

Kick-Ass turned to look at Hit Girl on her Panigale.

"What if I was?"

"Nothing – just remember to focus on what's going on out here and not what might be going on in the bedroom later tonight."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Kick-Ass grinned.

Interstate 5

The pair had just reached the southern tip of Lake Union and they headed up the east coast.

Hit Girl had calmed down considerably now that we were out on the open road. It was rare for Kick-Ass to be on his Suzuki V-Strom 1000 ABS Adventure but when it was just the two of them, it suited. They turned off onto the 520 and headed east towards Safehouse S. Okay, maybe calling a container a 'safehouse' was a step too far but Strongbow no longer had need of it and to be honest, it was too good to pass up. Mindy also had plans for the site, however, they needed to patrol around it to ensure that it was secure. Marty had added some of his electronic items to assist with the security, but nothing said 'stay away' like cold steel. Not to mention that there had been some reports of anti-social behaviour in the area to the north of the Botanic Gardens, at night. The Seattle Police did not have the resources to flood the area with patrols and certain assholes knew this and took advantage to attack young women walking home, or those out with their boyfriends. Hit Girl had no intention of killing anybody – that was not necessary – but she really needed to scare the shit out of some cunts.

They parked the motorcycles up and went for a stroll in the darkness.

..._...

Kick-Ass and Hit Girl were not the only couple out that night.

There were actually several out, enjoying the cool night air. Most were only a few hundred yards away from their homes which made them feel safe – only there were also some young men who thought that it would be a lot of fun to cause trouble . . . and maybe gain a few bucks in the process.

One such group, three young men, all of whom had been friends since second grade, were making the rounds. Like most teenagers, they thought themselves old enough to make their own decisions and if they made a bad decision, Daddy would sort everything out. Daddy could bail them out if they were arrested but Daddy would be of no help to them now that they had decided to escalate to aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.

They had their first target in sight.

..._...

Hit Girl snapped her head around as she heard a scream over by a copse of trees a little under a hundred yards to the north of her.

Kick-Ass and Hit Girl broke into a run – as they closed there was more screaming, and it was obvious that an attack was underway. As the pair came within the final dozen yards, they slowed, and Hit Girl could make out three people moving through the darkness towards them. They were talking animatedly and loudly as if they did not have a care in the world. Had they been wrong about an attack?

"Easiest couple of hundred bucks in ages," one idiot bragged.

"She had a nice pair of tits, too – maybe we should have...," another began.

"No way – assault is bad enough; I ain't moving to sexual assault," the third cut in.

"That would be aggravated assault," Hit Girl growled as she took in the pistol held in the hand of one of the young men.

"Who the fuck?"

The idiot raised the pistol – a crappy looking Russian Makarov.

"You fucking serious?" Hit Girl growled as she easily ripped the shitty pistol from his hand.

Kick-Ass appeared behind the young men and he kicked their legs out from under them. He growled as they made an attempt to get up – they stayed on the ground.

"Stay!" Hit Girl growled and the three idiots flinched away from the vigilante as she leaned towards them.

Hit Girl made her way towards where the scream had originated.

"Please, no more..."

It was a girl's voice – a scared girl's voice.

"You will come to no harm," Hit Girl rasped.

"Who...?"

"My name is Hit Girl – maybe..."

"I've heard of you," the girl said, and she seemed slightly less scared. "Richard, he..."

The girl was on her knees and she held a young man who was unconscious. Hit Girl checked his pulse – he was alive but there was a hefty bruise on his forehead that seemed to match the butt of the Makarov.

"You're okay, now – Kick-Ass has those three bozos in hand. Can you stand?"

"I think so..."

"Battle Guy – you got your ears on?"

"Five by five, Hit Girl, what can I do you for?"

"I need an ambulance and the Police to my position, stat."

"On their way..."

..._...

"Okay, you cunts – who wants to go home in a body bag?"

There was a sudden burst of noise as all three young men attempted to stammer their innocence.

"You know what could have happened to you all, tonight?"

Nobody said anything.

"I could have gutted you all – stripped out your entrails and then used them to hang you from that fucking tree; you'd still be alive, and it would probably sting a bit..."

Hit Girl was sure that the youngest was going pale.

"You boys think you're fucking hard and it's fun to fuck around with others who can't protect themselves? Well, you've just been fucked over by a girl – what does that do for your fucking egos?"

Hit Girl could hear sirens approaching – it was time to leave.

"I see any of you fuckers again..."

She could smell urine – somebody had just pissed themselves.

Updated: June 2019