Cost Of Justice Ch 02

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Author's Message

Hey readers, I am glad to be back with another entry in my hero based series. Now this is a big departure from my normal writing considering this a non-con story. This is 100% fiction and in no way are the actions depicted endorsed by me ChocolateDeviant. All the characters in this story are 18+. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

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The deep black of the nighttime sky blanketed the city just as the sparks of nightlife ignited. Buildings came to life as they lit up with the neon signs trying to attract patrons like moths to flame. The sights and sounds were like an adult playground that beckoned to the well dressed men and the scantily clad women. The main avenue that was a beacon of the city's culture was a far cry from the more malevolent outskirts. A simple 20 minute drive in the wrong direction would get you into the rundown industrial zone. Here the warmth didn't exist. Neon signs did their best to glow but were stifled by years of grime. The men who skulked about did so with devious intentions while the women walked the streets with outfits that only covered their most intimate parts. There were two distinct worlds, one of dreams and one of nightmares. The two worlds only shared one thing in common, they were equally patrolled by Warcat and her sidekick Talon.

In her apartment on the more dangerous east side of the city Cali Sato sat in her room preparing for her night. Clad in a tight grey sports bra and a pair of black spandex panties she stood in front of the full length mirror. Her body which was once admirable for the petite curves that attracted men and women alike now subtly gave way to hard muscles. The cute kissable tummy she had once had was flatter with the barest hint of a six pack jutting out. It was taking some getting used too but she was not adjusting to the short pixie cut she had forced onto her black locks. There was no longer kindness in her eyes, but the look of a predator ready to exact revenge for those who could not do so themselves.

Turning around she went for her bed, reaching for the small stack of clothes that had become her nightly uniform. The first thing was a black long sleeve shirt with a white circle that had a hooked bird's claw in the center. Grabbing the shirt she rolled it over her body feeling the thick material cling to her skin. Wasting no time she reached for the black mini skirt that had a purple trim around the bottom. She carefully wiggled into the piece, feeling how the sewn in shorts clung tightly to her firm ass. Leaning over the bed she slid her feet into the combat boots, and hands into kevlar gloves that she was quickly becoming accustomed to wearing. She grabbed her utility belt and cinched it around her waist before she tied her cape around her neck. With a sense of purpose she reached for the domino mask, one of the final few pieces that completed her look. Sliding it over her face she obscured her identity of Cali Sato and became Talon, the watcher of the night. Walking over to her window she slid it open and looked around. In this section of the city no one paid too much attention, they were much too busy with their lives. With a quick flip she leapt out of the window onto the fire escape and started to climb the rusty metal structure upward.

Talon moved quickly and efficiently, bursting into a full sprint as she approached the edge of the building. Her timing was perfect as her boot hit the edge and she sprung across the rooftop gliding through the air and tucking as she landed on the next rooftop. She wasted no movement and kept going, each building just a small obstacle for the heroine. The wind rushed past her as her lungs ached in the nighttime air. As she moved swiftly in the night she found the air clearing up, the pungent aroma of poverty dissipating as the cleansing of gentrification rolled in. Once again she approached the edge of the building she was on but slowed herself due to the sheer size being something that her physical prowess alone could not overcome. She looked down judging the fall distance and her eyes caught onto the people who were below. From up here they were so tiny...so vulnerable. She couldn't see their faces but she knew they were hardworking people who deserved to sleep soundly at night.

Stealing her resolve she reached into her utility belt and pulled out two metal rods tipped with metal diamond points. Her trusty all purpose utility tool was the brainchild of Warcat and one of her most useful items in the war on crime. Retreating from the ledge she took a moment, breathing in before she took off for the edge. Her boot collided with the brick and she launched herself into the air. Shooting her arm out she squeezed the utility tool and the diamond shape rocketed out toward the nearest building. The hardened diamond tip embedded itself into the concrete of the apartment and the connecting rope went taut. Talon swung through the air up high before she squeezed the tool again and the grappling shot back to the base unit. Moving fast activated the second one and hit another building only to keep soaring through the air. Over and over she repeated the action, speeding through the night sky and traveling the city in style. She was fast and had gotten a lot of practice over her time as a heroine. As she arched through the sky she grabbed for her cape that billowed in the wind. Hooking both ends with her fingers she spread the cape out and caught the wind slowing her descent until she was able to tuck and roll onto the spot that had been her best stakeout spot.

This she moved with a lot more care, keeping to the shadows that formed from the much taller buildings around her. The ambient sounds of the party crowd on the street below made it up to her ears and she looked over the edge with an intense glare. Across the building there was Club Diamonte. It had been opened less than a year and had become the city's greatest attraction. In that same time it had also become the latest hub for the Syndicate, the criminal organization that maintained a tight control of the city's underground dealings. Lately they had been making aggressive moves like eliminating their competition and blackmail. Unfortunately the law could do little because somehow the network had great access to great lawyers and people desperate enough to do anything; like eliminating witnesses and officers.

Talon frowned as she saw a black SUV pull up to the front of the club. A large well dressed man in a suit got out of the front seat and walked around moving members of the crowd out of the way until he got to the rear passenger door. He opened the door and guided a young woman who was in a criminally short dress out first, followed by a woman who was in an equally short sheer dress. The final person to exit the car made Talon's blood boil when she saw him. He was a large black man dressed in a beige turtleneck and a silver suit. His bald head caught the light of the clubs as he grabbed the waists of the two women and guided them inside. "Samson Stone," she growled as she fought the urge to fire the utility tool at his head. By all reports he was the leader, the one calling each and every shot. Talon found him to be a despicable man who operated with the arrogance of someone untouchable by normal means. Normally with someone like this she wouldn't have needed a reason, but tonight she had extra motivation...

3 hours earlier

Cali panted as she slid the utility tool into her belt. Sweat rolled over her face and shoulders, staining the black sports bra that held her tits in place. Her core flexed as she gulped deep breaths of air. The training dummy had been sufficiently worked over, both superficial and deep wounds were found over the burlap that wrapped it. "Okay I'm ready, when are we going," she said as she looked over her shoulder at the brunette sitting in front of the supercomputer. Slowly the woman turned around her sharp features highlighting the stern look that was painted across her face.

"We aren't, we are going to stay put and allow the police to monitor the situation," the brunette said as she rose from the seat.

Cali walked forward frowning, "Damnit Lois! What do you mean allow them to monitor! Their monitoring is why Elliot is missing!" The Ruby City Police Department had been working the last few months on a deep investigation into Samson Stone and the Syndicate. Samson was just as smart as he was ruthless and covered his tracks well, making sure his lawyers stonewalled them every chance. He was making a mockery of the department and the justice system. That's why they chose Officer Elliot Amaro to go undercover in one of his clubs.

"She isn't missing, she is undercover," Lois said while closing the distance between herself and Cali.

"She's missing! She hasn't responded to any of my attempts to contact her," Cali said with a shrill note. She was usually reserved however the chance of her friend being in the clutches of a known sex trafficker and drug kingpin. "C'mon Warcat why are we waiting and pretending like Stone isn't a plague on this city? You and I can get him in one night,"

The older heroine sighed as she placed a hand on her sidekick's shoulder. "Samson just can't disappear," Warcat whispered. Before she could continue Cali shrugged off her hand and stormed out of their base. Sighing, Warcat went back to the computer keeping the stone like grimace on her face as she worried about her sidekick. She remembered being young and reckless, but without the knowledge of how to actually impart justice.

Current Time

Talon kept observing the scene until Samson had disappeared into the club. As soon as he was gone her eyes started to dart around looking for the best point of entry into the club. From the brief check-ins with Elliot, Cali knew that Samson would make his way to a private room that was buried within the twisted guts of the building. On his way he would pick a random woman from the crowd. That's where Elliot's knowledge ended and the speculation began. Some say that he drugged them, others said he was more brutal. The only thing that was for certain was that the women came out shaken and obedient to Samson. Lawyers would give their services free, up and coming politicians would introduce Samson to their network, journalists would write glowing fluff pieces. The women went in successfully and came out obedient little dolls. There was a rock of anxiety within Cali's gut as she prayed that Elliot wasn't going to suffer a similar fate.

In a flash Talon was able to see a point of entry. There was a delivery truck parked on the side of the building, with a few men taking boxes from it into the building. Operating fast, Talon used the utility tool to repel down settling in an alleyway. Ducking behind two trash cans she observed the two men carrying the boxes. They were the normal rough types who were either working for the Syndicate or about to be. Either way they were her prey. When she was sure the coast was clear Talon sprang across the street and readied her tool. Her first target was insight with his back to her. Swiftly she brought the heavy metal tool down onto his neck knocking the man out and to the ground. "Hey!" came the voice of the second man who had just rounded the corner. Talon didn't give time to do anything else but shout. She fired the rappelling hook into the man's shoulder and hit another button. A small current shot out and tased the man causing him to shake before he dropped to the ground. Sprinting past the two knocked out men she crept into the building and allowed the door to slam behind her.

The service hallway went on for around 20 feet until it exploded into a larger area that itself diverged into three separate hallways. Carefully Talon moved until she hit the larger area. The sounds of a few people approaching could be heard while her experience told her the men outside would be up soon, which meant her time was running out. Looking around she saw her saving grace. In the corner there was an air vent. "Perfect," she whispered while she moved and started to pry the grate open. With pop it started to fall to the ground but Cali was able to catch it. The voices got louder as she could hear another set approaching from the hallway she had just come from. Swiftly she entered the duct and pulled the grate back into the hole. It took a bit of force but from her side she was able to jam it so that the unassuming person wouldn't suspect a thing.

Just as the gate was nestled in place two groups of men entered, one from the direction she had come and the other from the center hallway. Through the fins of the grate she saw the man that she had knocked out earlier walk in rubbing his head. Two more men approached from the opposite side and his frantic words came out, "Have y'all seen that little bitch who got the jump on me?"

"Who?" one of the new men said. From her position she could see the additional guards were dressed in nice suits that bumped out subtly. It was just like Samson to allow his guards to be armed in a club full of people.

"That bitch Claw, or Talon...whatever her name is, she's here!" her victim growled out.

"Fuck, I'll let the boss know," one of the other guards said before turning and sprinting down the hallway. The rest of the crew milled about for a few moments more before they each set out to do their own individual jobs. Time was running out for Talon, and she knew it. Twisting around she flinched at each of the echoes of her body on metal, luckily the group was too distracted. At best Talon had the slight idea of where to go knowing that the VIP room was closer to the center of the building, a few odd twists and turns away from her current position. With her time rapidly decreasing Talon started to crawl in the vents, her body squeezing and contorting as the vents got tighter. She was thankful that she had a smaller, denser frame. If she was built like Warcat's amazonian proportions then this would be a lot more difficult. Carefully Talon weaved through the odd turns of the metal structure she found herself in. The only indication that she was going in the right place was the occasional open vent that allowed her to see the scurrying of people below.

If she did not know any better Talon would have sworn that the guards weren't ready. Each grate that she passed showed the staff going about their business, not caring about her presence in the slightest. A spike of anger fueled by her ego surged in Talon, this organization didn't care about her. They didn't fear any repercussions from her presence. She would show them...she would do it for all the women they harmed. She would do it for Elliot. Surging forward she soon found herself at a lone grate. Peeking through she saw that this room was distinctively different. The walls were painted a deep purple with gold accents, the furniture looked to have that of a velvety material, there were fine paintings hanging on the wall next to a few TV's that were displaying the club's symbol. Soft jazz music wafted around the room, and Talon could smell lavender as if an oil diffuser was being used. "This has to be it," she whispered to herself.

Right on time she heard a distinct masculine voice drift up, "Just search for her. Don't disturb the party. I'm sure you all can take some wannabe hero. She doesn't even have powers."

"Yes sir," came a second voice before the sound of the office door slamming shut cut off the conversation. Samson soon walked into her line of sight, his massive frame now without his suit jacket. He walked over to one of the coffee tables and picked something up. Talon knew she had to act, now was her only chance. Contorting her body just a bit she grabbed for one of her utility tools. She wedged the spike in between the grills of the grate. She proceeded to wiggle the weapon using the metal to loosen and pry the grills apart so she could get a half decent shot. The metal creaked as she leaned forward, closing one eye as she aimed for Samson's back.

"Stay still you big bastard," Cali whispered as she pressed the button and launched the metallic spike through the grills. It flew with a tiny "pop" and connected with Samson's shoulder. He lurched forward, dropping the glass that was in his hand. Talon grinned as she pressed the button causing a current to rip through the line and into Samson's body. She held her hand on the button, risking depletion but enjoying the chance to cause some pain to the biggest crime lord in the city. She wanted the brief chance at pain to bring him to his knees before she brought him in for questioning. She wanted to hurt him, to destroy the man. What she had failed to realize though was that beyond the initial lurch nothing was happening. Instead he was standing tall, rolling his shoulders. The heroine didn't have enough time to react before Samson reached over his shoulder and grabbed the cable. He twisted his body and let his gaze fall on the Talon's hiding point. A wide grin spread across his face as he pulled the cable hard.

In a brief second Talon recognized that she should have let go of the tool, however it was too late. She felt her body hit the grate while the metal screamed as she found herself being pulled through. The heroine who was so used to gliding through the air found herself hurtling towards the ground along with the covering. She crashed hard, "FUCK!" She did her best to recover looking up only to see the shining brown shoes that Samson had on.

"Well you must be the sidekick Claw I've heard so much," she said while looking down at the woman, "Not too impressive." The spike was dropped to the ground in front of her with a small, "clang". Talon looked down and saw that the metal was bent with minimal blood.

Confusion was replaced with resentment as she looked up at the criminal. "It's Talon, and you don't have to worry about impressing me. I'm going to be bringing you in to face your crimes," she growled as she pushed herself up and away from the man. In a well practiced flourish she recalled the limp cable, while she pulled her second utility tool from her belt. Getting in her stance she held the weapons up threateningly. The crackle of lightning could be heard as she readied them for use.

"Well then this should be fun, haven't beaten a wannabe in some time," Samson laughed as he beckoned her with a come on motion. Talon sprung forward and took a downward swipe at him with the weapon in her left hand. Light on his feet Samson slipped inside and danced around her. Pivoting quickly Talon swung the weapon in her right hand toward his face but missed. "Wow you almost got me, maybe if you were a tiny bit faster," Samson laughed as he pinched his fingers together showing the barest hint of space between them.

"Cut the jokes Samson," Talon growled as she repositioned herself. "Make this easy on yourself. Tell me where the women are and I will make your arrest easy."

Samson laughed as he dropped his hands, shrugging off the words. "Sorry that's my secret. Don't worry those sluts love it with me. Maybe if you're lucky I will let you join them."

Narrowing her eyes behind the mask, Talon steeled her resolve. He was mocking her. Mocking his victims. He couldn't get away with that. She wouldn't let him get away with it. Leaning on the haunches of her heels she coiled herself like a snake. "Guess I'll have to beat that information out of you before I take you in. You're gonna tell me everything I want to know including how you control them," she growled as she sprung forward. She was a flurry of limbs throwing wild kicks while trying her best to make contact with the charged utility tool. Samson simply grinned, weaving and avoiding each hit. He carefully mapped his steps, truly dancing around the woman, making her look dumber with each failed connection.