Falcon was apprehensive as he entered Domino's lair. He immediately felt the warmth, and saw a portable heater in the first room. He noticed the two mannequins dressed in his and Domino's spare costumes. His eyes were then drawn to the corner, where two blankets covered stationary objects. When he lifted them, he found the dead bodies of a scruffily dressed, elderly man and woman. He instantly recognised them as Fred and Freda -- a homeless couple who had lived amongst the other vagrants. It looked as if they had died from inhaling toxic gases. He then examined the heater and discovered a leak that was omitting poisonous fumes.
'They wouldn't have known anything about it,' said a voice from behind him, and when he turned around, saw Domino. 'Fred and Freda must have come in here to shelter from the sub-zero temperatures. They turned the heating on, and didn't realise it was unsafe to do so. They died peacefully while they were sleeping.'
Domino walked into the large room and Falcon followed her, only to find the room was now almost empty. All he could see was the large table, with a first-aid kit, an opened tin of paint and Raven's armoured bracelets. He noticed the charred remains of Raven's boots amongst the ashes in the grate.
'What have you done to Raven?' he demanded.
'She'll be safely home by now, but she did cause some problems. I've always ensured that my lair was secure to prevent the vagrants coming in. But on Wednesday night, Raven came here and blasted off the door lock. She unknowingly was responsible for Fred and Freda's deaths.'
'It's over Domino,' said Falcon, as he drew his stungun and pointed it at her. 'Lansdown has a private army out there. Whatever you do to me, you won't stop him from demolishing this place. I want you to give me the disc of the master recording, and I'll leave.' Domino walked towards him, so that his stungun was touching her stomach. Falcon knew that a point blank shot could be fatal.
'Go ahead Dirk. If you want to shoot me, then no one's going to stop you.' Then unexpectedly she peeled off his hood. 'I've told you to remove that when you come in here,' she reprimanded him. Falcon was taken aback by her bold action, but remained resolute as he held his stungun against her.
'It doesn't matter. You've seen my face many times. What does matter is this,' he said, prodding his stungun into her. Domino unclasped his utility belt and threw it beneath the table, which didn't impress Falcon. 'That's just feeble. I've got the only weapon I need here in my hand.' He prodded her with his stungun again, but knew she was too close to fire, without risking her life. Then Domino tugged his trunks, as she slipped her hand inside his tights and grabbed his cock.
'And I've got the only weapon I need here in my hand,' she said, as she began stroking his cock. 'You're holding a weapon that can destroy me. But I'm holding something much more powerful. I have the ability to destroy you, or to take you to a magical place of extreme pleasure. So who's holding the most powerful weapon?' As her fingers gently caressed his cock, Falcon soon became fully erect. He loosened his grip on his stungun, and Domino casually took it from him and dropped it in the paint tin, thus immobilising it.
Falcon contemplated his situation. Minutes earlier, he was about to capture Domino. Yet now, he stood before her, having once again been unmasked and disarmed, while she casually played with his cock. 'You'll never defeat me Dirk. I'm simply too powerful for you,' she said, as she continued to caress him. 'Do you enjoy this? Do you like being striped and fondled by me?' Falcon looked at her, but said nothing. 'Please tell me. I want to know if I've excited you during our encounters. Have you enjoyed me dominating you?
Falcon opened his mouth to speak. 'Well, I...'
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion from the front of the warehouse, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching them. Domino removed her hand, and Falcon quickly pulled on his hood. Two men entered, both wearing black combat uniforms and gasmasks. The first man was pointing a pistol at Falcon and Domino, and the second man was carrying a backpack. The first man removed his gasmask, to reveal his face. He had ugly deep-set eyes, and resembled a fighter who had been hit too many times. The second man removed his gasmask to reveal his familiar face.
'Well, what have we here?' said Aaron Lansdown, as he removed his backpack, before turning to the first man. 'Get her Len.' Len grabbed Domino and pinned her down on the floor. Lansdown slid the backpack across the table to Falcon, and signalled for him to open it. When Falcon unzipped it, he saw several wads of dollar bills. 'There's a million dollars there. It's all yours Falcon. You've earned it.'
'I can't accept this Mr Lansdown,' said Falcon. 'I don't deserve it.'
'Of course you do. The winos and whores have all gone, and I can start my project at last.' Lansdown turned to his accomplice. 'Do it Len.'
Len grabbed Domino's left arm and pushed his foot down on it, causing a loud crack. Domino screamed as her forearm broke. Lansdown turned to Falcon again. 'I would appreciate it if you take your million bucks and leave now Falcon. You don't have to witness this.'
'Wait!' Falcon said. 'Let me take her with me. I'll hand her in to the police.'
'It's too late for that now,' Lansdown replied. 'This bitch has cost me a fortune over the last six months. But she can't cause me any more problems now.' Domino screamed as Len pressed his foot down on her broken arm. Len then stepped away, as Lansdown took the pistol and stood over Domino, holding the pistol to her head. 'I'll deal with this bitch myself. It'll give me great pleasure. Please take your money and leave now Falcon.'
Falcon knew that Lansdown was intending to murder Domino, and he didn't want him to witness it. The millions dollars was a bribe for Falcon's silence. Lansdown had a pistol, and a heavyweight henchman with him. Falcon was unarmed and powerless to prevent a murder. He didn't want it to end this way. He looked at the objects on the table, as he heard Lansdown yelling at him to leave. He looked at Domino, who lay on the floor in agony beneath Lansdown's foot.
'Help me please Falcon,' she pleaded, as Lansdown laughed at her plea. Falcon looked deeply into Domino's eyes. 'Please Falcon. I don't think you're a fruitcake in a costume.'
Lansdown cocked the pistol and prepared to fire. Suddenly, Falcon rushed forward and grabbed Raven's bracelet. He pressed a sensor, which fired a dart into Lansdown's arm. Lansdown cried out and pulled back his arm, as his finger squeezed the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed around the room, and when it was silent again. Lansdown was on his knees, paralysed and unable to move -- the smoking gun still in his hand. Falcon turned around to see Len sprawled on the floor, with blood gushing from the bullet hole between his motionless eyes.
Falcon looked at Domino, who was writhing on the floor in agony. He examined her arm, and found it was a clean break. He put on his utility belt and took a morphine-filled syringe from one of the pockets, and injected Domino's left arm. He then took a bandage from the first aid kit, and tied two pieces of wood around her forearm in a splint. 'This will help,' he told her.