Building a Heroine (Comic book world adventure..student/teacher twist)

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OOC: A typical cult pulp comic book world. The kind Batman and Spiderman live in with evil villians conspiring to destroy or take over. The Shadow Government "protects" the United States while many hiden evil groups try to take the world (The Brotherhood of Nod an ancient order which has many former Nazis as members is the main enemy. )

Now before you say this belongs in the Online roleplay section is doesn't because this is new way of doing the student teacher sexual tension thing (Think La Fem Nikita type relationship.)

Main Entry: her·o·ine
Pronunciation: 'her-&-w&n, 'hir-
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin heroina, from Greek hErOinE, feminine of hErOs
1 a : a mythological or legendary woman having the qualities of a hero b : a woman admired and emulated for her achievements and qualities
2 a : the principal female character in a literary or dramatic work b : the central female figure in an event or period

IC: They call me Prophet. Don't ask me why it just came from my days with the agency. The top secret Guardian Group. We handled paranormal events and development and training of super heroes. You think they just come out of nowhere? Created by freak acidents ,yeah right. Most are staged or government projects. Hell anyone can have powers but there is no point if they can't handle them or aren't mentally all together.

Me well I was just 17 when my father signed the papers and kicked me out the door so I could join the Army. I did well, better then well actually. By the time I was 21 I had a Special Forces and Ranger patches on my arm. I was the black ops kid. That's when the Guardian Group took notice. I was recruited and the ride only got wilder.

I killed vampires lurking in D.C. and werewolves sneaking into the U.S. in Texas. I have helped super heroes blow up giant robots and then seized the technology. I fought ninjas in secret layers and fought fish creatures of the East Coast. I also trained more then a dozen super heroes. Sure they could shoot fire or fly but there is alot more to it then just powers. My specialty at any rate was low power heroes (think Batman, Captian America, Green Lantern). They weren't discovered as much as made. Life was grand until my 35 birthday.

I woke up in a nice hotel next to a beautiful French whore, Not a bad night I had just left a party was attended by close to 50 "friends" from the agency. Where had my life gone. I loved the work but well had to be something more...

I was tired of the bureaucracy that ran Guardian. Back in the dark days of WWII they turned out close to 2000 heroes for service. Now though they hardly had a 100 in ten years. I needed a change so I resigned after moving some resources and decided to find a cause.


I found a old empty hospital in New York City and began refitting it for operations. A force field its own power and water supply. It had a computer room, vehicle bay, training areas, sleeping quaters, arsenal, workshop, storage, and command center. It was a solo job and it took me a few weeks. I had diverted funds and equipment the Group would never miss and setup shop as a freelancer.


I sat back at my consol and searched for a subject to work with at potential hero. I decided it would be a woman this time. Hell one of our best subjects at the Group had been a teenage girl confined to a wheelchair. She had been injuried while rescuing some grade schoolers from a burning bus. She was healed, trained and equiped.
RescueGirl in her red and yellow uniform was still out there doing her thing.

Now I needed someone new. I searched the data base for anyone the Group hadn't looked at or approached. She didn't have to be young but strong of will, willing to learn and hero material. The Data base computer began searching I decided to get a cup of coffee. Maybe I would find someone good. I would be the teacher and she would be the student.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

OOC hope you dont mind me jumping aboard here, if you have other arraingements just drop me a line and carry on

Sammie was 26 and tired of it. If someone had asked what she was tired of, she wouldn't have been able to give an honest answer, even if her life had depended on it because she just didn't know. She had been a MIT graduate, came out of there with a degree and gone straight into the workforce. A genius, she had cruised through school quickly, graduating from highschool when she was only 15.

Now after 6 years of working for someone else she was ready to move on to bigger and better things. She was quite phisically fit, running each morning and spending additional time in the gym in the evenings. She had also taken martial arts classes, obtaining her third dan in karate. An outgoing girl after she got to know someone, she was usually shy to begin with.

She was sitting at her computer that particular morning, reading the paper online as she brushed out her wavy red hair. "What do I want to do with myself now?" she mused aloud, her eyes scanning the classifieds. The biggest problem was, she wasn't sure.

Giving it up as a lost cause for the moment, she dressed in a loose t-shirt and track pants, heading out for her run. She ran her usual 5 miles, then an additional 3 just because the day was so bright and cheery, it added an extra burst of energy to her.

Finally coming to a halt, she bent over at the waist, hands on her knees breathing deeply as she waited for her heart to resume its normal rhythm. Standing again, she walked casually down three blocks to her favorite cafe on the corner and went inside, ordering a crossant.

She had no idea that someone had taken an interest in her and that her life would soon be changing.

 

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Computers even super ones like what I have at my home base make things fast but not instant. A few hundred canidates showed up which was a good start. The you start making the cuts. Some are recruited, others out of the country, and some simply sick or pregnant. Those were simple then your looking for someone who can dawn a cape and hood and handle being a hero. I would love to know what shrinks came up with the test we use, but it is hard to believe you can find someone like that from a multiple choice test.



Then there was this kid from MIT. A real find athletic and a brain. More importantly she didn't seem to have the fame. Some people seek the spotlite. She didn't oh sure there were a few articles but she kept a low profile. The alummi newsletter didn't even have that much of a bio on her and she wasn't in the local papers. Not married, not legal trouble and great physical shape according to her doctor's files. She had turned down the CIA which was good. Otherwise a normal gerneration Xer with a quite life. Parents good people had sadly died and her other family was only contacted by Christmas cards and long distance calls. Friends mostly from college were all over the country if not the world. Not to many ties...


I sipped my coffee as I looked at the consul display in the cafeteria (computers were all over the complex, just needed to constantly put in the code.) Well Samantha had a routine it seemed as I looked in the data file. I had a few survellince freelancers on the payroll. Cameras at her building and neighborhood and her favorite cafe. She was in good shape. Now to see if she was the right type.....she was unarmed. Good.




As Samantha ordered her crossant and stood by the counter a man armed with a sawed off shotgun wearing a leather jacket and ski mask. He demands money from the register and waves the weapon around the cafe.


The man screams, "give me money!!! NOW!" He fired a shot into a lamp and glass falls to the floor.

"Give me the money, now!!" The old man behind the counter nervously taps the keys to open it.

I sat back feet up watching the view screen. Let's see how she handles herself. You have to be a hero without the powers before you get them. You need someone willing to take a bullet knowing that they won't heal instantly.

I sipped my coffee and waited to see what she did.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Samantha had just taken her first bite when the cafe door opened and a man entered. Her attention was caught imeadiatly by him as she noted he was wearing a ski mask on a bright sunny day. She knew there was going to be trouble and guessed that she was also the only one that had a chance of stopping it- all the other patrons looked a little numb with a combination of fear and indifference.

She laid her crossant on a napkin on the counter and stepped away from it just as the masked man demanded money as her pulled a shotgun and began to wave it around. She sighed, she hated guns, thought that any that resorted to their violence with the possible exception of a police officer with no other choice were the lowest form of scum on the face of the planet because guns were unpredictable. When someone carried one, there was no other option for them other than intended violence. Normal people didnot carry around guns-therefore any who had them really ought to be stopped.

She knew this but she hesitated momentarily, tempted just a little to let the man have the cash and leave, she would become involved when the police showed up as she would have to give a description and statement. This idea was nipped in its half formed bud as the man fired his weapon, shattering a glass lamp. Then it was clear that things were about to escalate in a very bad way.

She stepped forward and said in a soft clear voice, "Why dont you place that on the floor and then maybe we can sort this out like reasonable people?" This had the desired effect of drawing the mans attention and weapon away from the hapless clerk and onto herself. Not the most ideal of situations either, but better than on a person who was unable to defend himself.

She looked into the eyes under the mask and knew imeadiatly that the man was high on something as his eyes had a glassy sheen to them. She sighed again. Dopers had little control over their reactions and it was very highly unlikely that the man would surrender because at this moment he probably felt all powerfull.

Raising a hand placatingly, she took a step forward, bringing herself into the range she knew she would need. Right away the man became agitated, yelling at her to "Hold still!" she stopped, and stared directly into his crazed eyes, holding contact deliberatly with him as she took one step further, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet.

He seemed nonplussed at the fact she hadnt listened and she took advantage of his momentary distraction to let loose a kick to his groin as she simaltaneously grabbed the barrel of the gun and his wrist and yanked upwards and towards herself. This move surprized and hurt him enough that he let go of the gun and sank to a crouched heap on the ground, holding his aching nuts.

Calmly, she took a seat, holding the gun across her lap casually as she looked at the stunned clerk. "Perhaps you have some rope or something to tie him up? Then i think a call to the police might be in order yes?"

They ended up only having a pair of zip tie straps available which she used to tie his thumbs behind his back. Then she laid the gun on the counter after she unloaded it, and walked out. She knew the clerk wouldnt say anything to the police as she had talked to him about not wanting to be made a spectical of, and since he was the only one who knew her by name, she was confidant of that success.

She walked home then, a little tired, yet exhillerated by the events.

 

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I watched the scene unfold on a hidden camera in the cafe. She handled herself well. She didn't have a problem getting involved or using force when necessary. She wasn't a kill and that was a good thing. Seems like I had picked a good one once again. I can be a good judge of talent sometimes anyway. I had had a few casusalties in the past but even super heroes die sometimes.

Prophet sighed and looked at a photograph on his desk. It was of a super hero I cared about. A wonderful woman named War Kitten she died when terrorists below up a chemical plant. A real sweet girl recruited out of the Air Force Academy. She loved flying and once exposed to a nuclear weapon explosion she could.

I would do better this time. I grabbed my side arm and headed down to the vehicle bay. I took the red sports car which was retro fitted with armor and weapons.

I made it to Samantha's apartment ahead of her and easily got access to her he building and her apartment with the lock picking gadget.


I sat down on her couch and made myself at home as I waited. Even gave her black and white kitty some milk. When I heard her at the door I moved to the halway so she would see me right away.

At this stage in the game I looked like any typical athletic 30 something...but with a few touches of gray giving me salt and pepper hair. I always wore black shades so dark you could get lost in them and the suit I had on was like a dozen other black ones I had. They were made from a special fiber that would stop bullets. They didn't wrinkle either.

I smiled at her as she walked in the door. "Relax I am here to talk to you about a job Samantha. Would you like to serve your country? Protect people.....oh your out of milk by the way."

I leaned back against the wall. "Your a very interesting lady. I saw your performance today. I think you have the right stuff for very special work. So you interested? You don't have much going on as of late."

 

[Untamed_Heart]

When Sammie opened her door and saw a strange man standing in her hallway, her first instinct was to scream and run back out the door. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that it was Her house. She stepped inside and automatically turned to close the door. As she did, his words registered.

"First of all, who are you, what are you doing in my house and how do you know about my milk status?" Her questions were fired off rapidly, without the opportunity for a response.

She paused then, taking in his appearance and decided he probably wasn't a raving Axe murderer, he was dressed to well for the part. A corner of her mind also noted that he was a handsome man and she gave herself a mental shake as she realized how silly a thought that would be...she didn't even know the man for goodness sake!

She looked at him again, "Of course I would love to protect people, I had wanted to be a police officer for as long as I can remember, but the height restrictions made that dream impossible. I was crushed the day I realized i would never get the minimum half inch I would need to qualify."

She paused as new thoughts occurred to her. "How exactly do you know what my job prospects are like, and how did you find out about what happened today? Have you been spying on me, following me around? And why are you wearing sunglasses inside!?"

This last was asked with exasperation as she had grown frustrated with his lack of expression and the way he had his eyes hidden didn't help. The biggest problem was the fact that she felt off balance and her natural defensiveness was creeping to the fore as she tried to reestablish her sense of security.

 

[Jagged]

Prophet had done alot of weird things in his life and at some point you have to realize that most people find breaking and entering not routine. Prophet leaned against the wall and revealed slightly that he had a sidearm but took off his shades and tucked them in a shirt pocket. His eyes were different colors. One red one blue. He noticed her eyes look at them and smiled.

"The red one is fake. Lost it during a hostage rescue mission. It does work though it is an implant. One of the many toys available."

"First of all, who are you, what are you doing in my house and how do you know about my milk status?"

Prophet smiled and replied, Well I have so many names my dear....But call me Prophet. Not normal enough for you I was named James by my mother. I am in your house to offer you a career opportunity that comes to very few and is a once in a life time thing. Now as to the milk." He smiled looking down at the kitty. "Someone was thirsty and she didn't want any of the cola you have in the fridge.


"Of course I would love to protect people, I had wanted to be a police officer for as long as I can remember, but the height restrictions made that dream impossible. I was crushed the day I realized i would never get the minimum half inch I would need to qualify."

Yes I know I believe you hung out and ran up a good size bar tab that night. They also stupidly said you were to smart. Trust me that is nota problem here. The fact that you aren't 'tall enough' can be fixed if you like...along with some other improvements. Job has a period of six months of training and testing. I am sure you will do fine. Oh you will help the police and I assure you it will be fulfilling if your willing to go all the way.

He looked her over and smiled. He wasn't sure what was on her mind she was very interested. Also she didn't run off like a woman crazied with fear or attack him without reason.

"Ah while your thinking about it I will be in your living room watching GNN." Without another word Prophet headed back into the living room and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Sammie just blinked when the strange man took off his shades. Rather than being unerved by the sight of his mulit coloured eyes, instead she thought they were facinating. She nodded absently when he explained the reason behind the colour change, her mind already moving on, cateloging and analyzingwhat he was saying next.

He still managed to put her off guard when he announced casually that he was going to watch tv however, leaving her gaping behind him as he left the room. He definitly had some cheek that was for sure!

Instead of getting mad this time, she gave some serious thought to what he was saying. Of course she knew about the heros that were all around 'protecting the world'...everyone did. She knew she was being offered the chance of a lifetime and that she would be a fool if she refused. The only thing that was worrying her now was what happened if she didnt turn out the way this prophet person expected she would? Would they find another spot for her or dump her out in the cold? And did either option really matter? Wasnt she the one who always got what she wanted, unless it was physically impossible? Except that apparently wasnt a factor anymore either-the sky was the limit so to speak.

She left him to watch the news a while longer as she went down the hall and into the bathroom. He had invaded her life and her home, now he could wait until she was good and ready to talk to him! She was determined to take back a little control of her own life, she wouldnt jump and then ask how high for anyone! These were the things she told herself as she stripped down and stepped into the shower.

Even thinking this, she still found herself rushing through it, and then hurrying as she dried and scampered down the hall to find some clothes. Dragging on a pair of slacks and an angora sweater, now in to much of a rush to bother with the usual undergarments she opened her bedroom door and strode down the hall to the livingroom.

Propping a shoulder against the doorframe she studied him as he lounged casually on her couch. Licking suddenly dry lips, she cleared her throat to announce her presence and asked, "So where do we begin? Because it looks like you have a new recruit."

 

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Prophet waited for his new subject while she showered. He had of course toyed with the idea of putting video cam in her bathroom but they did that when he was in training and hadn't liked it so he figured she wouldn't like it all. Could poison her decision about the project so he waited.

The news as ususal an unsettling thing for the former agent. Most world news services had no idea of the truth and how much was conspiracy and maneuvers in the shadows. If you even began to tell one tenth of the truth you would be called crazy.

Soon though she did come out. "So where do we begin? Because it looks like you have a new recruit." He smiled at her and gestured at a seat by the coffee table for her to join him at.

The new female recruit padded her way in barefoot and relaxed dress. Sexy barefeet were only one sexy part of a woman's body he loved, but in the cold city they were a rare site so he enjoyed it for a moment before getting up and putting his briefcase on the coffee table. Inside was material on half-a-dozen female heroes. In the age of information it was nice to have paper files sometimes.

First he layed out the file of Freedom Woman who looked like any other forty something American woman with graying hair. He training included all kinds of spy training and military training including Space program and jet fighter training. Along with the typical physical stats like height and weight she had powers listed. The powers included X-ray vision, flying, super strength, and healing and age slowing ablity.

Prophet leaned back and took out a cigarett and looked at his host. "Ah have and ash tray? Sorry I am being rude. May I smoke while you read? Think she is pretty," Prophet said as he pointed to the heroine.

He leaned back on the couch and smiled, "She was born in 1903 and joined the program in 1943 when she worked for the Defense Department. She said she was tired of filing papers. She has 8 kids and hasn't aged hardly a day. Can still have kids and is like a model."

He handed out another file with Storm Woman on the tab. The woman was dressed in a sky blue body suit and mask. Powers listed firing lighting bolts and flying as well as minor weather controls. Her bio was similar and she had been age 30 in 1950. A note added to her health file noted that her three children born to her and Captian Freddom had powers as well (super strength and flied.)

"She has had her body broken a few times over the years. Always heals fast. This business is dangerous dear but the rewards are great."

He handed her the rest of the files chronicling recruitment training as well as activities while in service. Next Prophet took out a small heavy duty metal box. Once open it revealed two syringes though the needles were short they were both large in the mount that they held.

"The blue one has in it the age retarting formul mixed with the healing factor, " he smiled. "Lose a finger it grows back get stabbed a dozen times they all heal. Like the way you look? You will look like it for about 30 years. I happen to think you look lovely. Needle number two there with the red band has a formal that will knock you out and make you forget the last 12 hours. You will wake from a nice dream and go on with your life."

He paused and looked out the window his back to her but viewing her in the reflection. "Your choice dear. Ask me all the questions you want but know that your life will change forever. You will have a big secret that you have to keep quite and you will always have a duty to the country, to justice. Your a very pretty girl and as much as you get you will lose something too."

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Sammie waved a hand casually when Prophet asked if he could smoke. She had never picked up the habit herself, but had also never really minded the smell of cigarette smoke. She had a few friends at one point that had smoked, she rooted around under her kitchen sink for the ashtray she had for their visits. Unfortunately, they had fallen out of touch a few years before, so finding it turned into almost a treasure hunt before she unearthed it. Triumphantly, she returned to the living room and placed it within reach.

She picked up the first file and read through it quickly. Her first impression of the woman portrayed was of relative youth and beauty. She was dividing her attention between Prophet and the file, but he gained her undivided attention when he told her how old the woman was. She looked at the accompanying photo and shook her head slightly in mute disbelief. This woman didn’t look a day over 43.

She went on to the next file, reading over it a little more closely. She was gratified to learn that sterility was not a requirement, for she harbored a secret dream of one day having at least two rug rats running around. But to hear that there was a chance these future offspring had the potential to have abilities as well was shocking to say the least. Immediately her mind spun over the ramifications, both positive and negative. Deciding that these children were just a possibility and not reality helped her focus on the information she was being given.

She has had her body broken a few times over the years. Always heals fast. This business is dangerous dear but the rewards are great."

She could understand that, there was also the concept that a body was actually in danger or had the potential for danger at every moment of every day. Wouldn’t it be better to be prepared for such an eventuality? She thought so, and as each moment passed, her excitement grew. This was the sort of thing she had always dreamed of-and then some.

She looked at the syringes in the box he handed her and listened to his explanation. Her first impulse was to grab the blue one and jab it home to get it over with. She hated needles and thought that the sooner it was done the better. She even went so far as to pick it up. But then rational thought intruded, and she paused, carefully placing it back.

Questions were good. She really ought to ask a few rather than jumping in blind right? Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of any that might cause her to change her mind. So she picked up the blue syringe again and rolled it in her palms as she thought. She watched him, watching her for a few minutes, and then asked, “So what happens when I inject this stuff? What are the side effects of it, if any, how quickly does it start, how long does whatever happens, happen?” A new thought occurred to her, and she went on. “What happens when/if I want to retire? Is that allowed, or do I have to be 80 and chasing bad guys still? What I am asking, I guess, is do you have placements for older heroes, or do I get to take the red banded one with little to no thanks?”

She rolled up her sleeve while she spoke and steadied the needle. If the answers she received were satisfactory, she would immediately inject the blue one.

 

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finally updated

She was willing to inject. That was a good sigh. Sure she was asking questions, but like making a sale on a new sports car you know when your dealing with the questions of a future owner or an undecided customer-to-be. This young lady wanted to join the program.


Prophet smiled and nodded gathering up is files as he listened to the future super hero. Nothing unreasonable about her questions.


"Well let's start in reverse. Retirement is after 20 years of service or serious injuries. You go on the inactive list and just check in with me from time to time or the government. Long as you lead a normal life there are no problems. Some like retirement and purse careers that were their cover over the years. "

Prophet looked back at her and smiled, "there are a few reporters who never charge for travel expenses. Also a few school teachers who know all about the superheroes who fought in WWII."

"There is a pension plan with the job under the defense department with full veterans benifits. Youhave to use our doctors but you will never pay for healthcare again."


"Side effects come soon and very for each person. The powers develop within hours. You will become drowsy may even fall asleep which is common. May drag for for a few days but then you will always feel good after you sleep. Ever subject finds getting inshape even easier. Solid strong trim muscular bodies. Within a week you should be strong and full powered."

With questions answers she took the next important step in her life. She injected the needle and the liquid enters your blood with a feeling of warmth. Almost at once you feel good. Like after waking up after a good rest though you do feel drowsy as you pull the needle out and lay back in the chair. Your eyes grow heavy then close.


2 Days later.....


Prophet looked at Sammie as she laid in a hospital bed. It was much nicer then that and the whole room and been converted into a suite which had furniture and been redone. I looked nicer then her apartment. She had a few IVs in her but otherwise normal. Her vitals were up on the wall display now. A nurse waited patiently in a perfect white uniform and only style look. She was an andriod. and had many programs she would find out soon enough.

Sammie's eyes flicked open totally aware of her surroundings. He body would be sore but once she was aware Prophet began to explain.

"I ran a scan on you and your totally healthy. In fact that scare you had since you were a little girl on your ankle is healed up well. Don't worry I didn't look at you..." he gestured to her hospital gown and generic white undies.

"Charlie here handled all of it." Prophet pointed out to the well groomed petite woman who was smiling at Sammie.

"She is an andriod and is programed as a nurse, emt, martial arts partner, and cook. Along with many other programs. She is real as you are I just not biological."

Charlie smiled and leaned over to Sammie, "I know 6 types of martial arts, but I do enjoy knitting."

"Charlie here has a room across the wall she goes for 20 hours then rest for 4 hours. Once your feeling better we can move this bed out of here and move in your bed from your apartment. It is in the storage unit in the hall with the rest of your things. "

Prophet swung around pointing as he went. "To the left the studio where you can design and test weapons and equipment. You will find books and computers there for study and relaxation. The second door on the left you will find a training room. Weights, heavy bags, mats, and and pool for fitness training. The center door leads to the master bathroom. It has of coarse shower, tub, toliet, sauna, and hot tub. To your right the two doors lead to the kitchen and living room respectfully. All lead to the halway and down to the control room. You will find me down there most of the time."

Prophet smiled and flipped a chair around and sat down.

"Oh yes your powers. Well the analysis says that your capable of jumping 10 stories. You nails can grow to 4" claws at will. You can go invisiable and you can do the city marathon in 2 minutes now. Along with those are the other general ablities I have mentioned."

"So what else can I do for you hero to-be?" Prophet smiled as another great adventure was about to begin. For a brief moment he looked at Sammie and thought for the first time how lovely she looked. She was a very pretty girl as well as brillant.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Sammie woke up feeling better than she ever had before, her eyes flicked around the room, quickly taking stock of both herself and her surroundings. She was convinced that someone had hit her with a mac truck because of how sore her muscles were, but overall, she was in good form. She listened as Prophet began to speak, eager to learn about her new life.

"I ran a scan on you and your totally healthy. In fact that scare you had since you were a little girl on your ankle is healed up well. Don't worry I didn't look at you..."

She blinked. The thought of him looking at her wasn’t really repulsive, in fact, she wouldn’t have minded, but the knowledge of his courtesy was gratifying. She turned to look at the nurse as she was introduced. She was actually shocked that this pretty woman was an android, and she wondered if there were a lot of androids running around the world with no one the wiser. This woman was realistic in all ways that Sammie could think of.

She was pleased to find out her personal belongings had been brought to her, though a tiny part of her mind wondered at why she was expected to live here instead of her own place, but before she asked, she figured out the answers herself. Not only was she going to need training, it would be a good way to keep in contact with her. That and from an economical point of view, she was better off here as now she didn’t have to pay rent.

The idea of so much space to call her own was foreign, but she was excited to have it, she was very creative, and the opportunity to utilize her talents was going to be very nice indeed.

"Oh yes your powers. Well the analysis says that your capable of jumping 10 stories. You nails can grow to 4" claws at will. You can go invisible and you can do the city marathon in 2 minutes now. Along with those are the other general abilities I have mentioned."

Well. That was more than she had expected! Sammie smiled happily, even more excited about her choice than she had been before…If that was possible. She found herself cursing that she was so sore because she wanted to jump out of bed and get started!

What could he do for her? Sammie was a little on overload at that moment, struggling a little to process the massive data dump she had been handed, but she did have one question, “How soon can I get up and get started? I feel rather useless laying around, as I normally don’t do that. Also, how closely will you be working with me, how often etc?”

She wanted to know, because the more she got to know this enigmatic man, the more interesting to her he became.

 

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“How soon can I get up and get started? I feel rather useless laying around, as I normally don’t do that. Also, how closely will you be working with me, how often etc?”

Prophet smirked and fixed his shades as he glanced back at her before stopping and turning around fully.

"You feel up to it and you pass the medscans you can start tomorrow Sammie." He smiles before heading out the door.


The next day Prophet was almost positive that Sammie had willed herself to be strong and healthy enough to train and read. She had a schedule appear on her flat screen monitor by the door and seemed willing enough to go along with it. The screen displayed a view of the halway the rest of the time with a touch of a button.

First up was getting dressed. Sammie found all kinds of sweats mostly of Army Gold and black. Undies were all generic white and gray sports bras. New sneakers....and sweat shirts. Charlie made her a breakfast of ceral and juice then the morning workout began after the meal.

First she ran 8 miles on the tread mill which she barely broke a sweat. It was amazing as always Prophet thought as he watched on the view screen. A series of hidden cameras let him keep up-to-date on her progress from the command room. It happen that Prophet had voyeuristic tendency so this was a real treat for him on the morning.

The rest of the routine continued on for the remained of the morning. She took quick meal breaks but her morning was filled with weights, martial arts practice with Charlie, hitting the heavy bags. She paused for lunch before showering and changing clothes. She would spend a few hours infront of a date terminal learning about enemies, weapons, strategies and other heroes.

Prophet would watch here throughout the day and was amazed at her progress. The second day would have her learning to use her claws as she destroyed metal plates and sand bags with them as well as learning how to control her jumps. She has all the makings of a hero.

While she trained Prophet kept himself busy tracking super villians, making improvements to the base and working out himself. To be a warrior training was a constant part of life. Not always the most fun part as he grew older. He kept Vanessa an andriod like Charlie for cleaning and training. Sleeping with her didn't seem any different to him then working out with the swords. It wasn't cheating but it wasn't like he was Sammie so there shouldn't have been conflict.



He had done a lot of training, but it was something different with this one. Not just her skills and ablity but that soft incessant beauty. This one was sweet. The routine of training without powers and then with powers would continue every day for 6 weeks. Though by the third week Prophet would sit down for dinner with her at least four times a week. He would bring her roses and talk to her about her day even though he knew everything about it.


So one Wednesday the mentor and student sat down for Thai food and it was hard for it not to seem like a couples thing. The fact that he had brought her roses again before the last batch had went bad was telling. He took off his shades and revealed the false eye to her once again. Though she had seen it few people saw that side of the old warrior. He was shy about it and regardless of how many women you have or court, but it is never easy. This one was different then the rest though and what I was had to be found out.

"Sammie you have been working hard for at least 6 weeks honey and well. I like having you around, but you deserve a break. How about we go out for a drink one night. If you meet some one we can part company. Just check in with me within 24hrs. okay? But if you like you can sit down with me for the evening and well. We don't have to talk about business."

That last part was alittle hard to fulfill though. Prophet seldom did anything other then business. The few times he had taken leave from his job he had studied military tactics at training schools. Vacations were spent hunting, or doing martial arts. He collected knives, swords, and classic firearms. That reminded him that he needed to clean up the place incase things did go well. He smiled over at her from across the table as he began once again digging through one of the cardboard food containers.


"If tomorrow night is good for you you can have the day off and do some shopping. Buy stuff for you and your living space. Personalize it. I am sure that you want to wear more then just gray army sweats all the time.........."

He looked at her again. Barefoot curled up in her chair in gray sweat pants and a black t-shirt.

"You do look pretty in anything though and well...I just figured you would like variety is all. Oh and check your data terminal tonight. Downloaded a program to it that let's you design your gear and costume so you can be a real hero," he smiled at her again.

"Well you should look the part as well dear. Type in what you want a machine downstairs will build it and I'll bring it to your door. Sound good?"

 

[Untamed_Heart]

"You feel up to it and you pass the medscans you can start tomorrow Sammie."

Sammie smiled at that-she couldn’t wait! She went to bed that night telling herself that she had to wake up bright and fresh in the morning because she was going stir crazy just lazing around. It seemed to work. She awoke in the morning a little stiff, but a few stretching exercises soon cured that. She looked at her schedule and could only grin-easy as pie! Her schedule seemed to follow her own previous fitness routine, with a few additions that she could only regard as an interesting challenge.

She did however make a face at the choice of attire…mainly the underwear selection as that had previously been one of her concessions to femininity. She hated plain white cotton, given a choice in the matter she would have surely chosen peach silk, but with a shrug she put them on. Cereal was her normal breakfast food so she fell into the basics of her morning routine with surprising ease.

Running…Sammie had never run so long and still felt as though she hadn’t even started. She wanted to continue, but the schedule said it was time to move on. The only downfall of her new abilities was the amount of energy she used. She found herself constantly hungry, forced to stop regularly to grab some nutrients. She was growing concerned about it, but Charlie assured her that it would pass soon enough.

She thoroughly enjoyed learning to use her new powers and took to it like a fish to water, making great improvements each day. She was happy with her new life on the whole and found herself waking bright and early each morning, sometimes forcing herself to stay abed until it was time to rise just because she was so excited.

This routine continued with little change for three weeks, then a new element was added in. Prophet began to visit her each evening. She enjoyed these visits immensely, growing to look forward to each greater than the last. She had discovered that though Charlie was very human seeming, it was a little hard to get over the concept that she was dealing with programming and harder still to stop wondering if her responses weren’t due to someone foreseeing the conversation and imputing the appropriate response versus a real response.

She discovered during the course of these visits that Prophet seemed less reserved as time went on; she gained the impression that he allowed her to see a side of himself that very few others were allowed access to and this pleased her as well. She was surprised however, that each visit he brought her roses. She wondered sometimes if he was attracted to her. She tried to put the thought off, knowing it was a little inappropriate, but still a part of her wished he did, for she was slowly growing to like him a lot-and not precisely in a student/mentor fashion either.

"Sammie you have been working hard for at least 6 weeks honey and well. I like having you around, but you deserve a break. How about we go out for a drink one night. If you meet some one we can part company. Just check in with me within 24hrs. okay? But if you like you can sit down with me for the evening and well. We don't have to talk about business."

Was it her fanciful imagination, or was he asking her on a date? He seemed a little nervous about it…but there again he had mentioned her meeting someone and going off. Perhaps that was his way of saying that he wanted to pick up a chick and by saying that he wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it as well. Ah well. Sammie knew she would enjoy an outing, especially if it meant she could enjoy Prophets company in a non business setting as well. She nodded eagerly.

"If tomorrow night is good for you you can have the day off and do some shopping. Buy stuff for you and your living space. Personalize it. I am sure that you want to wear more then just gray army sweats all the time.........."

Sammie laughed and said, “You are so right about that! Grey has never been my color of choice and the opportunity to spice it up would be welcome.”

The evening ended and it was with some regret Sammie showed Prophet to the door. She didn’t let it show however, except perhaps in the sligh shadowing that clouded her eyes. As soon as the door closed behind her she let out a deep sigh. Cursing herself under her breath, she berated herself soundly. ‘Sammie, you have got to quit this nonsense! Going to bed every single Wednesday night with an ache between your thighs is not a good way to carry on a student/teacher relationship! You have got to get a grip on yourself!’ Shaking her head, she headed for the terminal to check out this costume program thing, determined to occupy her mind with something other than the way Prophet looked when he smiled.

She sat cross-legged on her chair and called up the program. Right away she was immersed in material selections, fit and more. She decided on the formfitting bodysuit, in black Kevlar equivalent of course. Her new powers allowed her the extra strength required to lug around the extra weight of the protective gear with ease. Now…some decorative touches. She added some lightning bolts on it, experimenting with colors before deciding on a light green that was just shy of white. These were from her shoulders down until they almost met under her boobs, accenting the fact that she was most decidedly female. She added two more, in stripes down her legs and nodded, satisfied with the look. She debated putting a cape with it, but figured that would probably just get in the way. A tool belt was added, one that clung snugly around her hips, fastened around her thighs for freedom of movement and a minimum of noise.

Satisfied, she sent the diagrams and then shut down the terminal and went to bed. In the morning, she headed out right after breakfast and went shopping. She found a quaint little furniture place and spent an enjoyable couple hours selecting some of her favorites…Chinese patterned screens to be set in the corners, decorative fans, some ocean shoreline pictures and a few lamps to mute the glaring lighting.

Her next stop was a clothes boutique, where she gratefully bought feminine frilly undies and bras, choosing to wear them out rather than dress later. She bought a few casual outfits to wear around her apartment, but then the hunt was on for her attire for the evening. She finally settled on a peach colored dress, one that fell to mid calf, the top was cut in a simple, yet beautiful manner so that it showed off her curves to just the right degree without becoming trashy. Makeup and a manicure (wasn’t vanity such a horrid thing?) completed the look and she headed for home happy. She was dressed and ready at least two hours ahead of the earliest time Prophet would arrive, but she was just to eager to wait anymore.

 

[Jagged]

Prophet looked foward to the thought of a date for a change. If nothing more it broke a routine that had gone on since the final setup of the headquarters was complete. Morning was filled with reviewing the global security situation then a workout in the main gym followed by a run or swim. Then a shower and a massage by one of Charlie's "cousins" named Ming. She never minded having a little extra fu but since Sammie's arrival a massage was just for sore muscles alone. Next in the routine was a large lunch followed by projects like research or analysis of movements of villians in the area.

All the while checking in on Sammie. She was very beautiful and to watch her train gave Prophet a look inside. She took well to the training her thought as he watched her on the monitor as he ate fried rice from the cardboard container. Sammie had had Charlie setup a numer of wooden stands for punch and hitting. She did that for a some intense 15 minute sets then the long claws came out and she began to rip the wood apart with her new claws. Her look of satisfaction made Prophet smile. She was getting to like this life.

Sammie did seem to know how to react to Charlie in the beginning and Charlie was still learning about humans. The pair did get along though in time almost like good friends. Charlie was her constand partner for yoga and martials arts and often was there to massage a sore muscule or explain how a device worked. The two soon watched tv and shared meals together.

It also seemed Charlie learned alot about Sammie. Charlie did like knitting and soon Sammie found three sweaters on her bed all peach colored. Her favorite shows were recorded on the entertianment center and books mentioned in discussion all found their way to Sammie's shelves. Prophet did hope in some small way Charlie could at least be a friend to Sammie in this intense training period.

Before going out Charlie offered to do Sammie's hair and she found it beat any saloon's work. While she waited though Charlie did bring in a few packages. She put them done in the living room area with a smile, "from the boss says the machine finished working on these earlier."

Once the pair opened the boxes they found in the first one hard the costume Sammie designed perfectly. Almost looked as if it had jumped of the computer screen complete with tool belt and communicator added. The next was The same uniform, but black and red with boots and gloves that were red as well. A hand written note from Prophet said a spare was always a good idea. The third box of the lot had a uniform rigged for scuba diving though there were not tanks. Instructions revealed that it was self contained in the vest and held some 12 hours worth of oxygen.

This was all amazing but there was a four box much smaller and pink. Inside Sammie found a dozen lovely roses sitting on top of a peach colored silk robe. The note read, I hope you like it.....some one told me you like peach. See you tonight honey.

Sammie playfully pushed Charlie. "What have you been telling him?"

She giggled at her friend, "nothing really he asked if you needed anything I said we need oven mitts he got it wrong." She went from straight faced to laughs in no time.

"Now come on you will mess up your dress and I won't have an evening alone." She helped up her friend and sat and waited for her date....

Elsewhere in the compound Prophet readied himself. It was a lot like being a rock muscian. Sure you may have played a million cities it was a new auidence. Sammie was a class act and very sweet. He had made sure to workout alittle extra take better care of himself and even buy a new suit. The jet black suit with white shirt and tie was typical for Prophet with little change. During the day it was jeans and gray sweatshirt. He had so little variation that even Ming made a point about changing his clothes. He had made effort for tonight even reading a few of the books Sammie liked.

As Prophet put on the finishing touches even shades and his side arm he thought it could all be for nothing. He had left the door open for her to go out and have fun probably with someone closer to her age. At 35 you seemed pretty old to young girls. With that last unpleasant thought Prophet smirked and headed out the door and walks down the long halway to Sammie's apartment.

He knocked on the door and Charlie answered with a smile and a peck on the cheek, "hey boss she is in side. You should see what she has done with the place."

Looking around the place Prophet saw the new furniture like the screens. The lambs were also an added touch. "Well Sammantha I like what you have done to the place. Making it more you...I think shopping trips can become a weekly thing for you."

He stopped himself and walked over to her and took her hand lightly and kissed it. "Forgive me for being rude my dear. Shall we go out now?"

Sammie seemed pleased and soon the couple were driving down the road. They made small talk mostly about the apartment and training and once again Prophet had to stop himself.

"Sorry not business tonight right? No super heroes, weapons systems, or martial arts training."

"I like talking to you about anything Prophet....just well we can disucss other things as well. Not just business but you and me stuff."

He glanced over at her and smiled and held her hand as they drove. Soon though they reached their destination. The Lobster House they parked and walked into the resturant/bar.

"I found this place when I first came to the area a few years back. Great bar and food, but the resturant is fairly classy. I think you will find something you like though. Plenty of things on the menue besides fish and steak. Well I am told that anyway...." He laughed and that made Samantha smile which was truly a beautiful site.

A hostess doing a million things at once looked up with a smile. "Mr. Smith glad to see you and your lovely lady tonight. We have your table reserved with a few of the water."

"Oh she is a business collegia of mine that is very lovely that I am lucky enought to escort tonight." Having said that jsut the same he squeezed Samantha's hand to let her know he cared.

Soon the pair were seated at a lovely table with a view of the ocean away from the noisey dinning room. Menues and all the other incidental like what was on special was taken care of the couple sat back with their drinks.

Prophet took of his glasses something he rarely did and looked across at Samantha. "You really beautiful you know that? When I first recruited you I well....never thought of you in that way but now I can only see a beautiful professional woman that I am happy to have met. I am glad you wanted to come out with me tonight. All I ask is dinner and a few drinks....then you can go out for the night. Of coarse if you want to stay with the old man tha is can be fun as well." He smiled at her and took from his pocket small package.

He handed it to her and waited to see her reaction. Inside she found a digital photo printout of a small sports car and a set of keys. "For you either way. To follow me home or drive yourself home later. Has auto pilot like mine so don't have to worry about having to many drinks. Was going to wait until you graduated but I know you will and you deserve it Samantha."

The moment was interupted by the return of the waiter who took their food orders. Prophet got his usual surf and turf as well as a large salad and another beer. Samantha order what she wanted still smiling widely at her new toy or perhaps something more was on her mind.

The two chatted for the first time in a long time. He had changed her life forever but some how he knew she would be doing that for him. She was more then just a recruit. How to let her know that though remained the question.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Charlie continued to grow on Sammie, the little things she did, up through the big things like the sweaters caused Sammie to finally relax around her, to treat her as an equal and friend. When Charlie offered to do her hair before the date, she gladly accepted and was so pleased with the results, she impulsively hugged her new friend in gratitude. She felt like a young teen going on her first date that night and wanted absolutely everything to be perfect.

She glanced up as Charlie brought in a few packages, placing them on the couch. When Charlie said they had come from the boss, Sammie knew they had to be her costume and she pounced on them eagerly. She was pleased at the thoughtfulness he showed in sending a second suit for a spare; she liked his color choices as much as her own in fact. But the fourth box puzzled her. She couldn’t imagine what else he might have sent along. She gasped as she opened the box and spied the robe and roses. Kidding Charlie, she found herself giggling happily as she mentioned oven mitts…somehow, she just couldn’t see it and the camaraderie between the two girls in that moment caused them to grow closer still.

"Well Samantha I like what you have done to the place. Making it more you...I think shopping trips can become a weekly thing for you. Forgive me for being rude my dear. Shall we go out now?"

Sammie blushed slightly as the touch of his lips on her hand sent a shiver through her, but she simply smiled, keeping the emotion buried so it wouldn’t be noticed. She had to chuckle as the trip was made with small talk that invariably turned to her apartment and training, though Prophet made a point of apologizing for it. She smiled sweetly and told him to forget it; she enjoyed talking to him about anything…which was true. Something about him completed her, filled an empty space that she previously hadn’t even been aware it existed.

She was grinning almost foolishly as he held her hand the rest of the way to the restaurant somehow she had said just the right thing. She was happy, spending time with him away from the shop was relaxing and quite enjoyable.

"Oh she is a business collegia of mine that is very lovely that I am lucky enought to escort tonight." She was pleased that he squeezed her hand before she had time to actually register that his comment hurt, making her not mind so much.

"You really beautiful you know that? When I first recruited you I well....never thought of you in that way but now I can only see a beautiful professional woman that I am happy to have met. I am glad you wanted to come out with me tonight. All I ask is dinner and a few drinks....then you can go out for the night. Of coarse if you want to stay with the old man tha is can be fun as well."

Sammie smiled happily, she had no desire to seek other companionship that night, but before she could tell him that, he pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it to her. Dubiously, she opened it, wondering what on earth he had given her now, since he had already done and given so much, but her jaw still dropped at the sight of the low slung black sports car and set of keys to go with it. She listened numbly to his explanation, her mind still reeling from the surprise.

She had to focus on the menu then, as the waitress came for their order. She and Prophet had the same taste, though she cared for blue cheese dressing while he chose another. She waited until the order had come and they were digging in before she spoke, addressing the fact he had constantly been alluding to the fact she would probably be leaving him to find alternate entertainment on her night out. They had been chatting comfortably when she decided she was ready, she reached out and rested her hand on his arm, stopping him as she spoke.

“Prophet, you keep telling me that I am free to go, to follow you or go out elsewhere. I just wanted to tell you, I am happy being with you, content to talk to you, spend my time in your company and nowhere near ready for us to part company.” She paused, then flushing hotly, continued in a smaller voice, “I was actually hoping to continue this evening, with you, maybe at your place, or mine, doesn’t matter. But I want to spend more time with you, even if it is only to play Parcheesi or something.”

 

[Jagged]

“Prophet, you keep telling me that I am free to go, to follow you or go out elsewhere. I just wanted to tell you, I am happy being with you, content to talk to you, spend my time in your company and nowhere near ready for us to part company.” She paused, then flushing hotly, continued in a smaller voice, “I was actually hoping to continue this evening, with you, maybe at your place, or mine, doesn’t matter. But I want to spend more time with you, even if it is only to play Parcheesi or something.”


She was actually interested it would seem. This was a pleasant change from the glances that meant only a one night stand. Those were looks of lust this was a feeling of carrying and interest in knowing more....She was sweet and kind and a breath of fresh air. So Prophet nodded and smiled over at the lovely sweet peach across from him at the dinner table.

"Well despite all my years of government service I have managed to pickup a few skills not related to watching, stealing or taking lives from people." He smiles and took another bite of his food. Normally he was used to eating quickly with only his cat and the tv for company. "Anyway I did learn to bake among other things and there is a gallon of low fat ice cream in the fridge if you would enjoy desert in my quarters tonight. Let Charlie have the place to herself." Charlie could phase a battle out never mind a few people having coffee but time alone together allowed for people to be more open.

The ride home was fun as it was unevenful except for one notable exception. Long glances at a stop lite lead to the first kiss. It was one of those occasions when the emotions and feelings between two people are so strong that the mood is even felt by the enviroment and soon the long passionate kiss came and went on until the sounds of horns awakened them to the world still pulsating around them so once eyes flickered open they were off and soon back to the headquarters.

Prophet's living quarters qwere basic but by no means sparta in their setup. The entry halway had rice paper walls with doors leading to a small bathroom and the kitchen then dining room and living room. Prophet's masterbed room was at the end with access to the masterbath. The library and computer room/office was a secret passage way as he showed her...in the typical way of pulling out a book from the shelve and the passage appearing. The walls were displayed with all matter of weapons some ancient while others more up-to-date with the times. Many of these had a story to go with them as Prophet was only to happy to share. Also a number of photos with friends long dead or lost touch with taken at exotic locations around the world. The depicted battles and other crisis around the globe. Most had Prophet dressed as soldier one made her smile and giggle. It was of him when he was skinny and 18 in his Army uniform.

The evening moved on after the tour with both in the kitchen. Prophet was cutting up the pie and adding the ice cream as Samantha slipped off her heels while she was on one of the bar stools. After giving her a plate he moved nexted to her and smiled. "Even your feet are cute Sammie you know that....Your pretty easy to get to know..don't act like an egghead even though you test off the chart and I think you look good even covered in sweat. Your a pretty cool lady and I would hope you would like to start spending more diners together okay....."

Things moved pasted talking by then and soon they were kissing on their way to the couch deserts left have eaten in the kitchen. Kissing and caressing Prophet kissing her neck and slowly undoing her dress letting it slide down, but not off hands moving to cup her firm young breasts as his hot breath blew on the back of her neck and he nibbled on her ear sofly before turning her around and french kissing her passionately as they fell on to the couch together laughing. He moved back and shed his clothes down to his boxer briefs and moved on top of Sammie kissing her once again before whispering in her ear.....My mother named me James.....I don't think hardly anyone has called me that over the last twenty years. Just wanted to let you know that before anything else happen sweety...and that your very special to me...we don't have to do anything but I would love for you to sleep here tonight."


With that he slowly helped her out of her dress and with only the light of the fire place leaned back and admired her form like he had never done before...."your beautiful Samantha....really beautiful."