Gun Bunny 2

Sherrel watched Taylor and shook her head. It had been months now. Officially, they were into the second month since Tay had torn the ass out of the Merchants. Literally in some cases. The girl still hadn't told her father.

Sherrel leaned back in the seat and sighed. Fucking Panacea. Broke her addiction, cleaned her up and then, just to be a little bitch, made her allergic to drugs. Fucking nice work though. Her tits had that perfect amount of sag. E cups didn't naturally sit up with perfect underboob going on after all. Her nipples were perfectly placed now too. Taking them down from an F was a fair trade. Plus, with nearly all of her body fat eliminated, or used in the process of cleaning her up Panacea said, they fit her better. Matched her thirty-six hips. They also swung perfect and gave side boob shots that made motherfuckers cream themselves. Panacea had an eye. Lesbian eye for a hot bitch.

Sherrel giggled. Taylor was coming along too. Tall, lean, fit, coming into her face and her boobs were coming on too. She would need a bra instead of those cami's she was wearing now. Fine for A's, not for B's. If she stopped at a C nearly D she would be perfect. Legs for days and mouthwatering tits. She was going to be gorgeous. That hair as well. Plus, that intensity and those green eyes. Too bad she was six years younger. Sherrel would have to find her a boy or girlfriend for a few years before she could take a shot at her.

The radio squawked, Sherrel sighed and flipped the vanity mirror closed. ABB making their move. Where was Taylor? Fuck how did she get all the way out there? Oh well, here she comes. This ride had a turret. Taylor could do a chain gun.

Gun Bunny

Panacea glared at the tall girl "Fine. She climbed in the back of the tank thing and went to work on the blond. She glanced at the honey blond hair of the girl, oops, woman, in the driver's seat then down at the patient. She sighed and took her hand. Good thing this one had some body fat. Not like the girl who had dragged her off the boardwalk while Glory Girl was off with the wards doing security for the fight in the boat graveyard. She, the patient, was burnt badly. Plus, the broken bones and blood loss. The Panacea diet plan it was then.

She shifted her attention to the three blackened lumps once she was done with the girl, who looked familiar, and healed them too. They turned out to be dogs. Dogs in crispy fried meat suits? She arched a brow looking at the brunette.

Taylor sighed "I was helping Sherrel with what we thought was an ABB incursion in the docks. It was really the ABB fighting the Undersiders." She shrugged.

Panacea frowned "Sherrel? Squealer!"

Sherrel came back into the crew compartment "Yeah. Taylor helps me out since she worked over the boys. The heart kind of went out of Skidmark when she blew his balls off. Plus, with me not on his tinker tech shit, I lost interest in him. Thanks for that by the way. And the cleanup. You got an eye girl! So, me and the girls have cleaned up the Merchant's act. Skidmark and Mush took the hardcore Merchants and started their own group, but we keep them pretty much in check. You treat the girls for OD's and make them allergic, we pick them up, give them somewhere to go. Link the ones that want back up with their relatives if we can. We run mostly weed and some pharmaceutical shit, for people with prescriptions but not much money. We have some connections after all. Skiddy had a hell of a network. A couple of brothels, some of the girls like that work. Some of the boys too. Rubbers are required. Still, how would you feel about a retainer? Sometimes clients, or the girls, get a little rough.

"Taylor fucks up the hardcore Merchants trying to addict people by force. She has a thing about it."

Taylor grumbled "Fuckers, tried that with me." Sherrel patted her on the back.

Panacea blinked "What?" She looked at the blond sitting up on the troop seat. "Hellhound!"

"Bitch!"

Taylor gasped "You're awake!"

Panacea was still trying to figure out if the girl she had just healed had called her a bitch or that was her name? Bitch, really? Who calls themselves Bitch?

The blond looked around and saw the dogs. She moved to the floor and started checking them. "Tattletale, Grue and Regent?" she asked.

The light dawned. She had heard Hellhound liked to be called Bitch. Hey, you try being drug away by a hot girl, healing a crispy critter back to human, three back to dogs as well and meeting Squealer, who was a no shit supervillain. Panacea shook her head to get her focus back and started listening again.

Sherrel shrugged "They were running while you and the dogs were fighting. Taylor put fifteen rounds of twenty-five mike mike HE in Lung before he stopped."

Taylor nodded "Some of that was AP too. I was thinking about a TOW for a minute. Trying to keep the body count down though. About a thousand rounds of 7.62 coax in the rest of the ABB too. They should live, mostly. We had to break contact then. That crazy bomb tinker showed up and I had to put a burst in her to get her to back off."

Panacea sighed "Maybe because that AP is DU? More work for me."

Taylor shrugged "Maybe, don't know really never took a round apart and tested it or anything. Let them heal the hard way. The PRT has them. They weren't dead. Well, some of the bangers maybe, but Lung was regenerating, it's kind of gross, and slow, yeah maybe DU, and Bakuda was thrashing and screaming so she wasn't hit that hard. Kind of a snap shot. Two in the body, one in the right hip, one in the left shoulder, looked like a flyer grazed her head along the jaw, probably a tracer, they fly high. Had to take her and her fucking grenade launcher out of the fight."

Bitch grunted "They left me."

Taylor shrugged "You can stay at my house." Sherrel concealed her glee. Taylor was looking at Bitch like she was money from home. Fuck if she wasn't too. Goddamn Panacea did good work. Bitch was like a body builder. Maybe a MMA fighter. Thick, big thighs, abs without end and maybe a C cup on a nice chest and broad shoulders. Baby got back too! Oh my gawd! She was cute, in a butch, angular faced, kind of way, too. Blue eyes! Fucking yum yum.

Panacea cleared her throat "I know what you all look like."

Sherrel snorted "Turn us in if you want. I got lots of these now. Took all my old ones and put time where I wasn't high in them. A better category of scrap too. Taylor has contacts in the DWU. Taylor can't turn off her power and Miss Militia is her spirit guide or something.

"Except her weapons are all lethal. Getting bigger too. Mostly direct fire, even that pack howitzer.

"I bet Bitch can do more than dogs.

"Meanwhile I am cleaning up the Merchants, well with your help, good idea that allergic to drugs thing by the way. You have to tell us how the fuck you did that.

"We are taking territory from the ABB, and will shut down their brothels unless those girls want to do that.

"Taylor doesn't mess with normal people, she just shoots bangers. I bet Bitch will help her out. All you would do is make more work for the Protectorate and your family."

"Besides which, they aren't bothering us now. It's not like the Troops don't know where the brothels are, and who runs them."

Panacea processed all that, nodded, then made an impulsive decision "Amy Dallon. I want in." Sherrel laughed and got back in the driver's seat, putting the ramp up.

Bitch looked up from her dogs "Whatever." Conversation was over at that point as Sherrel fired the 903T up. That thing was turned up to a thousand horsepower, Tinked up maybe, between the jet engine roar of the giant twin turbo chargers and the straight pipe exhaust you needed double ear protection in the infantry compartment. You couldn't even hear the poor transmission howling. Of course, Sherrel had tinked it too. The whole thing had started as a hulk with a hole in the engine compartment and the interior burned. Taylor pointed out the vision blocks and got in the turret. Panacea pouted a bit as Bitch climbed in it after her. Then the dogs started licking her. The little white one was shaking and whining. Panacea shut off all their hearing.

Gun Bunny

Danny looked at the Blond and the dogs in the living room. As he stood frozen, watching, Taylor came in with a plate and a glass. The blond got up and sat nearly in Taylors lap on the Sofa.

Danny blinked "Ah, Taylor?"

"Oh, hey dad. Dad, Rachel Lindt. Rachel, Dad, Danny Hebert."

Danny nodded and went to the kitchen. He returned with his own glass and sat in his recliner. The dogs padded over and sniffed him. The smaller white one leapt up in his lap, circled twice and lay down. Rachel and Taylor were watching and Taylor was beaming a smile at him. "I found them. Panacea fixed them all and said they are good to go. Can I keep them?"

Later, at dinner Danny asked "So you are a parahuman. You make weapons. Your cape name is Gun Bunny,"

Taylor interrupted "Yeah cause check these out!" She stuck out her chest.

Danny groaned "It's not like your mother didn't have breast Taylor. I've been telling you. Anyway, this is Rachel Lindt, aka Bitch, aka Hellhound. A class A threat parahuman, who is wanted for murder." Taylor gaped at him. He snorted "Dock workers Taylor. We have to fight off parahumans, although that has gotten better lately. Mark Hauser keeps up with all the local ones and sends out briefing sheets."

"Gunny Hauser thought something was hinky with Rachel's case. Our lawyers have been messing with it when they were bored. You can probably make a fortune suing the Maine Child Services, the cops in Portland, and the PRT. Though that would be the PRT ENE so here in Brockton Bay. This could work out."

Rachel looked at him "Why?"

Danny nodded "I find work for the union. That would be work. They would charge you a fee based on how much you get, say ten maybe fifteen percent of that. Total, more if it took longer. They bill by the hour."

Rachel chewed the forkful she had taken and nodded "Oh. Fine."

Danny nodded "I'll call them. Now Taylor, you joined the Merchants. Also, you are rising to an A class threat. So far not, as your body count is all gangers and villains, it's all self-defense or defense of others. Plus, nice work on Oni Lee and Hookwolf, by the way. That keeps those gangs balanced. And will have bought you some leeway with the PRT."

"What! No?"

"So, you are a mercenary then?" Danny arched a brow.

Taylor sighed "I help Squealer out. I kind of blew Skidmark's balls off. The Empire and the ABB were muscling in on them and they aren't nice people. Panacea has started making people allergic to drugs. Sherrel has them selling weed and pharmaceuticals she gets from Mexico, or somewhere, now. She sells those to people who have prescriptions. Two of the girls in her crew are pharmacist, at least one is a nurse. And her brothels only have people that want to work there. Not people working to get paid in drugs. Or people who were trafficked. She is getting a handle on the Merchants. Not like we will ever get rid of drugs, right?"

Danny nodded "So Rachel joined your gang, you are affiliates of the Lady Merchants. Gunny has started keeping separate books on them. He thought at first it might be a new gang."

Rachel swallowed "Panacea." Taylor shot her a look and she shrugged.

Taylor sighed "Panacea might want to join Rachel and I."

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll talk to Kurt. We will find you a lair down in the docks. Those United Fruit Company buildings maybe. They have been empty for fifty years. Too expensive to tear down. Things are built like ancient Rome."

"Hey! A base, not a lair. Villains have lairs. Not everything is gangs either."

Danny gave her a flat look "Whatever, there is a clinic building too. Panacea can work there, we can get her some admin staff to do the paperwork. Medicare and the State will pay. Maybe some nurses too. Orderlies, cleaning staff, medical maintenance staff, medical technicians. Yes, this could work out. Got to be forty or fifty jobs here. And if Squealer can get meds cheap, that just makes it better for everyone. Licenses! Some semi-retired doctors maybe. Security people for the pharmacy." Taylor pouted as Danny mumbled and wrote in a notebook. She hopped up and did the dishes. Rachel helped.