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Yep, he babbled. Boy did he babble. You would think that seeing the earth from space was a big deal. Although spending a very long and lonely two minutes watching the ground coming towards you, while you have neither a ship around you, nor a parachute on you does an amazingly good job of loosening tongues. Luckily our technology uses lots of fields instead of metal and plastics, so minor issues like being able to breathe at that altitude is not an issue.

Was I worried about historical effects? Not really, as first off who is going to believe in technology that might as well be magic. But even more so there were tons of reported alien and UFO reports that were all thoroughly debunked by the powers that be. So even if he reported being abducted by aliens—who would believe him? It would be just one more fairy tale in a massive pile of stories.

In investigating our target,—yes, our girls had put together a team who had no idea of why these gorgeous girls wanted to know the strange things they asked questions about, but as they got paid well, and the girls could charm the spots off a leopard, or as the saying goes sell ice cubes to Eskimos. Well, suffice it to say that whenever we needed to know things they found answers and Marjorie kept it all organized and available. OK, all that aside—, our investigators had discovered that the team who had attacked us in the park was now sporting cement overshoes. We knew who mister big was and where he lived. And we knew that he failed kindergarten—He did not play well with others….

The gorilla that had sung his heart out to me turned out to be a smart guy. He left town and vanished without reporting back to mister big. We had found that mister big was eyeing the eastern region big guy spot and had left a trail of blood behind him. He was smart, and his gorillas had been very careful to make all their hits look like common accidents; choking on a chicken bone, slip and fall, accidental drowning in the bathtub, and such. Things that did not say mafia.

Mister big was pushing all the current rackets; prostitution, drugs, gambling,—anything that turned an illegal buck. Our investigators had reported that at this moment mister big had a couple of hostages that he was holding as insurance that two of the top prostitutes would do their jobs again. He was reported to be torturing the two women right now and threatening to kill the hostages. That forced our hand, and we went in with less preparation than usual.

Serina and I had been in armor for some hours now waiting for dark, but in a ready state just in case our intelligence was wrong and we had to move right now.

We slid down the sky on only antigrav. No flaming jets marked our location. Our reports all said that the goons that patrolled mister big's mansion were all without question the dirtiest of the dirty. The entry requirements to be a lieutenant of mister big was murder. You would think that a woman who was a prostitute would not be affected by ****, but you would be wrong. These guys used all manner of mental and physical means to control their products, but their favorite was **** and degradation. Products? Yes, products of fear and torture. These girls were not doing what they were because they loved their work. No, they were forced into it and kept there by mister big and his men.

There were no innocents guarding mister big and his mansion, which was good for us as we would not have time to just punish. We might have to leave bodies behind this time. There were too many goons, and the goons were too well armed with Tommy guns. Plus they supposedly had hostages.

As we arrived above the mansion, we heard the screams of women. Thunder and lightning raved from the skies as we attacked. What we hit vanished as they were disintegrated. Small bits might escape the center core of our beams, but effectively there was nothing left.

Typically being attacked with such a destructive force out of the clear-blue would create at least a moment of hesitation. In this case, bullets were flying towards us before the first echo of thunder washed over the grounds. I briefly wondered what they were thinking of—seeing the dark heroic figures of a man and women hovering above them in the air. Fire flaring below them as if they were standing on pillars of flame. A storm of lead bouncing off of their bodies while lighting reaching out from their hands as if Zeus himself was tossing those bolts of destruction. I could not question their bravery as they stood their ground as man after man was vaporized in front of their eyes.

We lit on the perfectly manicured front lawn as if a seed blown from a dandelion. The front door crashed open, and lead was thrown our way as fast as a handful of Tommy guns could spit it. We merely waded through this storm of lead and in our hurry we were not gentle like we had been with the bikers. When these goons hit the ground, there were no moans, just a deathly silence that trailed behind us.

Following the sounds of terror-stricken women to the basement, we left only silence behind us. The sheer pain and terror in those screams were so vivid in our ears, and our knowledge of the wickedness of the men we were facing was too well spelled out as to their guilt that we became judge, jury, and executioners on the spot.

In the basement, we found the guys torturing the women, mister big and his two top henchmen, were interrupted so abruptly that they had not had a chance to pull up their pants let alone get off of the two women strapped down on tables in the center of a large basement room.

Sudden acceleration caused by being swept from those tables at around ten gravities worth of force followed by the abrupt halt as their bodies encountered a solid concrete wall was not kind to their bodies.

Silence was now the only sound other than the sobbing of these two girls. They were not much if any older than our team of girls. You could see in their eyes the fear of the unknown and unknowable as they looked at our dark forms.

Serina and I both powered down our helmets at the same time hoping that this would reassure the girls that we were not aliens. I stayed on guard as I did not want to cause any more fear to them while Serina released and tried to comfort them. But they only wanted to go upstairs, and their desire to go upstairs 'right now' drove them through their fear and past me. I caught up with them in an instant, and helmet in place, again took the lead as they tried, but failed, to use words to tell me something through the tears and sobs. However, their signs were crystal clear that they had to go to the second floor.

The two stunningly beautiful girls were not having any of it, they pushed past my careful advance and rushed into a bedroom where each scooped up and cradled an infant. The blonde snatched the boy, and the brunette grabbed the girl, each child was only a few months old.

Sobbing with fear, pain, and humiliation, yet anxiety was pouring off their shoulders in almost visible streams as they cuddled their babies and held them safe in the protection of their arms. Looking at us in fear as if we would somehow rip their babies from their arms.

We only had a few more minutes before the local authorities would be here. Some of the local officers were reported to be on mister big's payroll and kept the response times slow or non-existent if anyone dared to complain about strange sounds coming from behind the walls of this mansion. However, the storm of lead that had been thrown at us, not to mention the thunder caused by our own weapons forced their hand and company was on the way.

The sounds of sirens were growing loud, and we had to leave now. Bit hovered outside the balcony of this bedroom, and Serina scooped up the blond while I grabbed the brunette. The babies were so protectively enclosed by the girl's arms that there was no chance that they would be left behind.

Being scooped up by darkly forbidding beings and carried off into a real honest-to-goodness flying saucer had the effect that one would expect on the girls. Once they were inside Bit, Barb and Ashley, who had insisted that they come along, comforted the new girls, hugging them close.

Bit was raising Cain about something his sensors had detected in the bedroom we had just left. So I ducked back into the house while Serina stripped out of her armor. Serina joined the four girls as soon as she was out of her armor not bothering to dress first. That might have been a good idea as the girls visibly relaxed when they saw that Serina was built just like them—well, mostly like them....

I soon found that there was a safe in the room hidden in the wall. I slammed my hand into the wall as if my hand was a knife and ripped the safe from the wall. My armor let me carry it into the ship as if it was a picnic basket in weight.

Moments later we saw the earth from orbit, which freaked out the new girls to the max. I heard the blonde whisper to the brunette, "Betty, we are not in Kansas anymore."

Barb, Ashley, and Serina were reassuring the two new girls that they were safe while I ripped the door off the safe before getting out of my armor. However, knowing what the two new girls had gone through I dressed as fast as I could. Then I took a quick inventory of the safe. Cash? Yes, lots of it. Diamonds? Bags and bags of them. Gold bullion, at a time when it was illegal to own it. But the real treasure was a pile of bearer bonds. Bit's rough guess was millions of dollars, but he could not give me a better estimate until we physically inventoried the stash.

The infants had been crying for an unknown length of time, more of a background sound in my awareness. But nature took care of that, and when they suddenly stopped crying, I had to look. There I saw the most beautiful sight of a woman one can see. Those two babies were nursing. Serina looked at me and what I saw in her eyes ripped my heart out.