The following is a work of sexual fiction. Characters, locations, and many other elements of this story are the property of DC Comics. It was written with a deep respect for said characters and is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment by similar fans. The story can be considered a parody, with no copyright infringement intended and no revenue drawn from it.
This story is set in Gotham City, however, it does not contain any of the cast of characters you would usually find there.
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On the night of October 7th, 1970, an Army APC-84 traveled down a dark road in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. The six-wheeled vehicle ordinarily transported troops and equipment into and out of difficult areas. Tonight it served a different purpose; it carried a pair of Air Force scientists, six Army Rangers, and several crates labeled top secret.
The vehicle was in the middle of negotiating a switchback when a narrow, green beam came out of the dark woods and illuminated the trucks triangular front. Seconds later, the engine exploded. The blast killed the driver and sent the front wheels flying in different directions. The mangled, flaming frontend crashed to the road and ground to a halt.
Even before they knew what happened, the Rangers' training kicked in. They turned off the safeties on their M-16's and formed up to exit the rear of the vehicle. Before they had the chance, shots came through the canvas cover of the payload area. In the blink of an eye, all six soldiers were cut down.
The scientists knew what would be coming next. They picked up the weapons of the fallen Rangers and aimed at the rear of the vehicle. Within seconds a figure in a gold jumpsuit and helmet that covered his entire head climbed in. The scientists fired on the mystery assailant. The shots connected, sending him falling back and out from where he came. They had just seconds to feel the exhilaration of winning their first firefight when what looked like a tennis ball bounced in from outside.
The ball rolled past the fallen soldiers and landed near the scientists. It exploded with the same green light from before. Their bodies went numb and they fell to the floor. As their consciousness faded they could see several more men dressed in gold jumpsuits enter the destroyed truck.
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The Office of Strategic Services was an intelligence agency based in Washington D.C. It was created after the attack on Pearl Harbor to centralize the intelligence collection functions of the US military forces. At the time it was referred to as Spies at War. The most talented men and women in science, diplomacy, economics and other fields were recruited into the organization. After the war, it became an international organization focusing on different types of threats.
The Gotham City branch of O.S.S. took up the middle two floors of a nondescript office building in midtown. It appeared to be an ordinary engineering company. In reality, it was the operation center for 40 members. Everything from investigations, missions, communications, surveillance, coordination with other organizations and intelligence extrapolation were run in secret there. It was one of the larger branches due to the unusual activity that always seemed to happen in the city.
It was the morning of April 8th, 1971. As Libby Lawrence entered the O.S.S office she was met with a smile by the receptionist. "Hello, Libby good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Toni. Your wedding is in just a few weeks. Are you nervous?"
"Not really... maybe about the weather. My fiancé is out of his mind nervous. You'd think it was going to be on live T.V. or something."
Libby laughed; "I can believe that. I'm here to meet with the Director."
"Yes, he's been expecting you. The meeting is in conference room two. I'll buzz you through."
"Thanks so much. If I don't see you before then; good luck."
"Thank you."
Libby walked through the electronically unlocked door into the main office area. It was the usual flurry of activity. O.S.S. officers moved about, talking, answering phones and pouring over paperwork. She was unnoticed as she made her way to conference room two. It was one of the smaller and simpler rooms, with two doors and a round table capable of seating eight. She was the first there, so she took a seat.
About a minute later a man came through the same door she did. He was tall, about six foot two, and lean, about 190 pounds. He had well-cut red hair and striking blue eyes. He was wearing a white collared shirt, blue pants, and a tie. He was every bit a good looking man. With a smile and extension of his hand, he said; "Hello, I am Chris Ambler."
"Libby Lawrence. Nice to meet you, Chris."
"Liberty Belle, right?"
"That's correct."
"I have read some of your case summaries. Very impressive work. Everyone in the O.S.S. could learn from the way you took down that smuggling group in Coast City and your later fight with Ten-Eyed Man. Outstanding work." Chris stated.
Libby was unsure how to respond. She couldn't remember a stranger ever being so complimentary, yet he seemed truly genuine in his comments. "Thanks. I apologize but you've got me at a disadvantage. I'm not familiar with your work."
"No need to apologize. I have not been in the field as much as you. Most of my work has been in intelligence analysis."
"What's your code sign?" Libby asked.
"KL-99."
Libby responded; "Ah, you're the scientist from space."
"That is close to accurate. I am from Earth but I was born, and lived in space for a large portion of my life."
"Are you working out of Gotham?" Asked Libby.
"No I am stationed in D.C. but they called me up here for this particular mission."
The other door opened, and an older man walked in. Regional Director Tex was in his early 40s with a distinguished look that fit the weight of his authority. Tex had been part of the Boy Commandos during World War Two. After the war, he advanced in the military and moved around with other government organizations. He had been with the O.S.S. for awhile and now held the most powerful job in the most active region. Gotham by far had the highest rates of non-normal activity.
"Welcome, it's good to see you both. I'm glad we were able to get you together for this particular mission. As you know, O.S.S. helped defeat the Axis, then spent years chasing down Captain Nazi and the other escapees. After that, Meta-humans like Doctor Double X and Shadow Thief started showing up. We spent years dealing with them. Then some guys claiming to be from the future just appeared in the middle of FBI Headquarters. If that wasn't bad enough, a comet full of "Fire People" landed in California looking to take all of our radium. After that, alien threats became a high priority for O.S.S."
Libby asked; "What's the mission Director?"
"Find and Recover. About six months ago an En'Taran space probe crashed in the Smoky Mountains. The Air Force was able to clean it up without the public finding out. A military convoy was transporting it to a secure site when it was attacked. The probe's power source was stolen."
"Who are the En'Tarans?" Questioned Libby.
Chris answered; "Adversaries of the Rann. They have been trying to buy, steal, take or claim Zeta beam tech. I have reason to believe that it was the En'Taran that attacked my colony and killed my father. The question is, what were they doing so close to Earth? Are they the ones who attacked the convoy?"
Tex replied; "No. There were a few survivors that identified the attackers as humans in gold jumpsuits."
"D.M.T." Libby piped in.
"I am sorry, I am not familiar with D.M.T.?" said Chris.
Libby explained; "D.M.T. stands for Distribution of Military Technology. They're an international weapons coalition who steal or develop weapons technology and sell it to the highest bidder. The smuggling group I took down had ties with them. They wear gold jumpsuits that are a type of body armor. They've upped their game if they've started stealing extraterrestrial technology."
Chris added a few comments; "The En'Taran use contained Anti-Energy fusion to power their technology. If this D.M.T found a way to remove the containment, the energy release would do a horrifying amount of damage."
Tex spoke next. "Now you know why the O.S.S. needs you both on this mission. We believe just that. D.M.T. has En'Taran tech, they've turned it into a weapon, and plan to sell it here in Gotham City. Chris, you're more familiar with the tech than anyone on the planet. Liberty you've already taken down groups like this. You two need to find the weapon, secure it and bring it back here."
Chris and Libby nodded in understanding. Tex shook both their hands and headed out of the room. Chris said to Libby; "I have some ideas, would you mind coming to the equipment lab?"
"No, not at all," Libby answered as they walked out of the room.
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Pinned Down was an appropriately named bowling alley. It was in an area of Gotham called The Cauldron. This East End district was known as the hang out for most of the hitmen in the city. It was a smoky, broken establishment that stopped being a place of entertainment long ago. Now low-level criminals wasted time there between jobs.
Paula Brooks' heels tapped out a rhythm as she strutted across the wooden floor in a snug black dress that showed off her voluptuous figure. She drew stares from every low-life bit of trouble as she crossed the length of the place. One would think a woman of her appearance would be nervous with the attention she was getting. Quite the opposite; she carried herself with an 'I dare you' level of confidence.
As she approached lane twenty, she could hear the person she was looking for before she saw him. In contrast to the expected sound of rolling bowling balls, she heard what sounded like golf balls being driven off their Tee at high velocity. The source of the sound was a tall, wide and muscular man holding a metal slingshot.
"David Drayson, I presume." Paula asked.
"How you figure?" Grunted the man as he pulled back and released a shot that picked off the number six pin.
"Well, I'm looking for a David Drayson a.k.a. Slingshot. I was informed I could find him here. So here I am and you're the only one in the building holding a slingshot. Tell me I'm wrong and I, as well as my lucrative offer, will move along."
"Lucrative offerz are usually attention getterz. Ain't the kind of work I'm looking for." He said as another shot rocketed from his weapon, sending the last pin spinning into the air.
Paula said; "Yes that was some dirty business between you and the Star City police department. I can see why you'd want to lay low in Gotham. Don't worry. This job is far from the eyes of the cops."
Slingshot paused as the lane reset the pins, then said; "Sorry, don't tink I'm interested."
"Mr. Drayson take a second and realize that I found you. It won't take much for the Gotham P.D. to find you."
