The murder of a major crime lord in his own office had sent ripples across the city. The Aces had already started fighting over who would take over. His son was the obvious runner up, but there were more than a few higher ups who didn't want to take orders from Brandon Kilkin. Violence escalated almost overnight as the different factions hit their own people, the other gangs, and just about anything else. This put a massive load on Grant, who was perfectly happy to chew out Alisa for this. Thus the heroine sat in his office and stared at the countless reports and complaints of the last two days.
"Tell me, girl. Does the Brotherhood teach you people the difference between bringing in someone alive and killing them? Because I have these bastards in red running around and no definitive leader to bring them in!"
Normally Grant got an argument or quip for his troubles. But this time the hero just sighed deeply. The motion made her large breasts bounce a bit. Grant rubbed his eyes. Would it kill her to at least zip up her jacket? Even the female heroes of this generation dressed outrageously.
"Now you're saying that he was killed, before you got there, but the Grim Reaper?"
Alisa shook her head, "Sort of. Look, you know everyone has enemies. The Brotherhood is no different. I guess it comes down to what scares superhumans. That is one of the worst."
Grant couldn't remember the last time she ever sounded this subdued. Probably never. His headache grew though. It was more or less a given that eventually something bigger than some gangs would end up in Allston because of her. He had really hoped it wouldn't be this soon.
"So what is the deal?"
"We call it the Slayer. For the simple reason it only seems to go after our kind."
The rest did nothing for Grant. A being robed in black and wearing a white skull mask. Even used a scythe. Sounded like a joke, but Grant had never heard of a joke killing seven superheroes. At once. Its total kill count for heroes was at twenty that they knew off. Who knows how many villains or rouge supers were not part of that list. The Slayer had never been known to talk, no one knew its gender, where it came from, or if it even had powers. Mix it all together and Grant saw the perfect recipe for true fear. Grant took a gulp of coffee and sat back.
"Great. So why come to Allston for some rookie hero?"
Her blue eyes twitched in annoyance, "Paid to, probably. It does take jobs. Whoever brought it here would need deep pockets though."
Grant tapped the desk, "Peachy. I suppose the gangs could bankroll the Slayer, but a dead Ace boss isn't going to make up the money fast."
Alisa said nothing as she stood up and stretched. Grant looked down at his papers to avoid staring. He was too old to be getting a boner from some barely dressed girl.
"Ever think of getting a real costume?" He said instead.
Alisa shrugged, "Supposedly on the way. With the Slayer in town I could probably get a nuke delivered tomorrow."
"Dear lord, help me." Grant muttered.
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Alisa yawned as the time passed. The street was empty, normal for this time of night and perfect for her. Blue Devils liked to move their stolen vehicles through places like this. Fast, less traffic and police, and it was harder to damage the goods. Dented sports cars sold for less after all. Damn it if they couldn't move the stuff earlier though, she was starting to fall asleep in class. The sounds of tires perked her up just as a truck pulling a trailer came into view. The trailer was covered but Alisa knew the cars were there. The hero stood up and stretched while the truck came closer. She was tucked in the entrance of a building so the driver probably wouldn't see her until she was ready. The truck drove by her none the wiser and Alisa took off behind it. The blonde ran up to the end of the trailer and jumped, grabbing onto the cover and pushed herself against it. Slowly she climbed up until she reached the top of the trailer and sighed. Now all she needed to do was cling onto it until he took her right to the drop off point.
"This guy better not suck at driving..." Alisa grouched.
Streets and building passed by until the truck finally pulled into a large garage attached to a warehouse. Original. A few Blue Devils guarded the place while others hurried up to the trailer. Alisa quickly slipped over the side and crouched behind rolled under the trailer as the cover was pulled off.
"This all of them?" A voice sounded.
The driver got out and joined them, "Yep."
"I thought we were getting more."
The driver stepped back a bit, "Orders from the boss to scale down. Doesn't like the idea of big loads when we have heroes and Aces going nuts."
The first voice grunted, "Fucking reds can't keep their shit together. Alright, unload the cars and check 'em. We move them out of town tomorrow."
Alisa tapped the floor thoughtfully. She had meant to take this place out and call it a day. But this was the first she heard of a place outside of Allston for high value cars like this. Usually they changed the color and wheels to resell. The goons started unloading the trailer the driver was told to show back up tomorrow night. She cringed at the idea of another late night, but something big might get Grant off her ass for a while.
Alisa carefully crawled out of her spot and slipped between boxes and cars until she found a door she could get out with. It was dead around this part of town, which made catching up to the driver easy. He was walking toward some trashy bar and muttering to himself about having to lose sleep again. Alisa couldn't help but understand.
"Hey, mister!" Alisa said and began running.
The guy turned around, turned visibly pale, and started to run. Sadly for him Alisa had him beat on that scare. The blonde jumped and slammed her boot against his back to send him tumbling down. Before he had time to do anything but groan her hand was against his mouth and she was dragging him between two buildings.
"Shut up, or I'll feed you your own teeth!" Alisa hissed.
The thrashing and sounds stopped beyond heavy breathing.
"Now when I let go, you stay. Run, crawl, or try to scream and good luck driving again."
He nodded franticly and Alisa let him go. Looking closer the driver was in his twenties, with probably blonde hair under a blue bandana. A blue cloth was also tied around the arm of his shirt. Typical low level flunkie. Alisa crouched down and rubbed her fist.
"You drive for the Devils, right?"
The man nodded in fear, his eyes fighting between her fists and her breasts. Alisa grunted.
"Good. Where are those cars you delivered going?"
"Cars? I-I just drive the crew around, get them from place to place."
Alisa sighed and grasped his shoulder and squeezed. Not much, just enough to remind him she could easily shatter the bones. He stiffed up quick.
"I rode on the top of your truck long enough tonight to know what you carry and don't carry. Now. Where?"
Alisa didn't think she had ever heard a normal person breath has heavily as he was. She wasn't all that thrilled with the idea of him having a heart attack right now. An idea hit her and she glanced around to make sure no dealers or homeless were peeking. Then she looked back at him with a smile. The driver couldn't decide if that was good or bad for him.
"Tell you what. We work out a deal. You are going to tell me what I want to know..." Alisa rested her other hand over his package, "And I do you a favor."
His member hardened almost at once under her hand, "Y..you mean I get to fu..."
Alisa gave his shoulder another squeeze to calm him down, "Slow down there. Stuff like that needs real good info."
The driver gulped and tried to put on the tough act, "No pussy sounds like a bad trade."
"Oh?" Alisa leaned in close, making sure he could see her breasts straining on her swimtop, "I could just drop you off for a body cast. Maybe I shouldn't have been so nice."
"Whoa whoa whoa! Alright! Fuck..." His brain was probably rattling between his lust and what the Devils would do to him if this ever got out, "The cars are being moved to some old garage north of town. None of the other gangs have territory up there and the Devils wanted to do business out there away from you."
Alisa unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, stroking it was he talked. Her eyes never leaving his face the hero slid down until she was right near his rod.
"And from there?"
"Shit, the hero is really..." The driver's dick twitched, "I don't know. Probably get them ready for sale, or sell them there. I just take them up there."
Alisa continued to jack him while building up her plan, "Ok. Tomorrow you are going to take me up there."
The driver sat up so fast Alisa nearly ripped his dick off. He stopped, but just barely.
"Fuck no! Doesn't matter if you offer me every bitch in the Brotherhood!"
"I'm not offering every woman in the Brotherhood." Alisa growled dangerously, "I'm offering you one. And we both know you're going to take it."
He raised his hands in defeat, "Fine, fucking fine. They don't pay me enough to go to the hospital for them. They find out I did this and I'm ratting though. I sure as hell aint dying for you either."
