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Shadow Girl really hated to be working on Christmas Eve, but some criminals didn’t have the decency to take the season off, so neither could she. This string of houses had been particularly victimized in the last few weeks as someone had broken in and stolen all sorts of intended gifts.

Mostly upper middle-class people lived in this neighborhood, and most were at the local church participating in the Christmas Eve service. It had almost been canceled, but the HOTTIEs assured the residents one of them would be patrolling the area twenty-four hours a day until the twenty-sixth. Due to the nature of their powers, Shadow Girl and NiteGlow alternated the night shifts, and tonight was Shadow Girl’s night.

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“See anything, Shadow Girl,” whispered JunJitsu.

“Nope, nothing,” replied Shadow Girl, scanning the dark room.  “But with all these exhibits, who knows where the perp’s hiding.”

The two heroines slowly worked their way through the museum looking for the cause of the triggered silent alarm.  When the two of them, plus Leopard Girl and Blackout arrived on the scene, they found the building still locked, but the guards were missing.  After Shadow Girl teleported them inside, they’d chosen to split up into two groups to try and find the infiltrator more quickly.  JunJitsu chose to go with Shadow Girl, since Shadow Girl could see in the dark, while Blackout went with Leopard Girl, whose enhanced senses would be a complementary skill.

As JunJitsu and Shadow Girl rounded the caveman exhibit, Shadow Girl caught some movement to the left.  She quickly tapped JunJitsu on the shoulder and pointed.

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Freeze-Or-Burn jumped at the sound of the door being opened. The light pouring into the room nearly blinded her, but there was no mistaking Imperator’s silhouette filling the doorway.

“Get up,” Imperator ordered.

Freeze-Or-Burn rolled from her side to her knees, which was all the further the frogtie she was in would allow.

“Come here.”

Slowly, Freeze-Or-Burn knee-walked over towards Imperator, her pace slowed by the clips on each of her labia tied with a thin cord to her ankles. Pained gasps escaped through the metal ring strapped behind her teeth, and a trail of drool marked her path from the back of the room to the doorway.

When she finally reached him, Imperator roughly grabbed her chin and raised her head so he could lock eyes with her.

“Would you like to explain to me why you and Violet Outburst didn’t come back with the money the two of you were instructed to get?” Imperator asked.

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Dr. Jonathan Smallwood’s hands shook violently as he flipped through the pack of photos that arrived in an anonymous package. The photos showed pictures of his only daughter Bianca bound and gagged in a chair. The further Smallwood got into the stack of photos, the more clothes had been ripped off Bianca. The more vulgar pictures consisted of close-ups of Bianca’s horrified face with various penises poking into her cheeks.

Smallwood began to cry as the thought of losing his daughter overwhelmed him. She was all that was left after a car accident had taken away his wife Madeline along with the use of his legs. Then, the phone rang.

Smallwood rolled over to the phone and picked it up. “H-H-Hello?” he stammered.

“Dr. Smallwood,” a husky female voice answered, “I trust you received our package?”

“Y-Y-Yes,” Smallwood sighed.

“Very good,” the woman continued, “then I will get straight to the point. I am an agent of S.I.N., the Secret Infiltration Network. I’m sure you’ve heard of us. Despite the offensiveness of the pictures you received, Bianca has not been touched or harmed in any way. If you wish her to remain in that state, you will give us the original plans for Thor’s Hammer.”

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“Come in,” answered Dr. Linsley, looking up from the text she was translating.

The door opened, and in walked an attractive, well-dressed man carrying a large wrapped package under one arm.

“Dr. Susana Linsley?” he asked.

Dr. Linsley stood to meet her guest. “Yes. How can I help you?” she replied, holding out her hand.

The man shook her hand and answered, “My name is Allen Reeder, and I’ve recently come into possession of an ancient Sumerian text which I’ve brought with me.” He lifted the package, indicating he brought it with him. “I’m told you’re the most experienced translator of ancient tomes in the area, and I was wondering if you could help me with some of the translations.”

Dr. Linsley smiled. “Well, thank you for the compliment. My Sumerian isn’t as strong as some of the other languages, but I’d be happy to give it a shot.”

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