Gun Bunny 3
Taylor got up in the morning went for her run. Rachel and the dogs followed silently. Well, after she dug out her biggest sweats and a hoody for Rachel. Rachel stripped right there, Taylor blushed furiously as all she had on was a pair of boy shorts. She blushed more remembering Rachel slept like that. In her bed. Spooned to her back. Rachel put on the sports bra Taylor tossed her, the sweats, and they ran. The dogs did their business along the way and Rachel picked it up in a plastic bag and carried it in the hoodie pocket.
They arrived back home and Danny drove up as Taylor showed Rachel cool down stretches. He got out of the truck and picked up a fifty-pound bag of dog food. Rachel hopped up and took it from him giving him a nod. Danny looked at Taylor "You are taking her shopping."
"Oh, Shopping!" Taylor and Danny spun around looking for the location of the voice and Glory Girl landed carrying Panacea. "I know just the place!"
Panacea moaned "Bitch is going to kill you Vicky."
Vicky waved her off "Everyone likes shopping."
Danny nodded "I was thinking Walmart for bras and panties, and a few things, personal hygiene stuff too, then online as she is wanted by the PRT. She doesn't have anything."
Vicky nodded "Maybe we better do it that way. Mom says that is all bullshit though. Like the Canary deal. She is filing briefs on that one."
Danny nodded "Is she really? What exactly is the deal with Canary?" Vicky was happy to fill him in.
Amy looked at the glaring Taylor "Lost control of your life huh? Parental unit is trying to run the gang."
Taylor snapped "It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't right most of the time." She froze and shook her head. "It's not a gang." Amy laughed then pulled her toward the house the apparent Mr. Hebert and Vicky had followed Bitch, and the dogs, into.
The group was finishing breakfast, Amy had checked everyone and the dogs, Taylor and Rachel had showered as Danny and Vicky had made breakfast, when Laserdream, Crystal Pelham, knocked and walked in "Taxi anyone?"
Danny smiled after introductions, which were more prompt this time, "Good, you all can go shop and I can get on all this stuff. Taylor bring me your notebook. We can get the lawyers on Sophia Hess, Emma Barnes, and Madison Clements bullying you."
The other girls winced. Amy checked Taylor again "So that's what that was. I'll do a write up. What the fuck did they do? Put you in a bio waste bag?"
Taylor sighed "No they put the bio waste in my locker and locked me in it. That was their piece de resistance for Christmas break. They started before school even started. I should have taken the place in Arcadia but I wanted to go where my friend was going. Some friend that cunt turned out to be. Should have shot them all in the ass."
The Dallon's and Pelham winced. Vicky shook her head "We heard about that at Arcadia. No wonder you triggered. Nice going not shooting them. That's the kind of stuff mom totally freaks over."
Taylor nodded "The Merchants grabbed me first and tried to forced recruit me. I was wandering around alone and kinda freaked over Emma's shit. I got this gun and shot them all in the dick, like Tupac. Something happened in the locker. Not sure what. Anyway, I got out of it and Hess was passed out. Barnes and Clemets were right there working on her. I kicked their asses and left school. I haven't been back. Hess is a Ward too, Shadow Stalker. Barnes spilled the beans. Didn't notice me slicing the locker and stepping out. That's why I didn't go to the PRT."
Vicky shrugged "Probationary, but yeah. Only for a couple months though. Hey! Since right before Christmas break! Why that little bitch!"
Danny nodded "The Protectorate and PRT aren't looking good. Rachel, and now you."
Crystal whistled "Brandish is going to have a field day. You might have second triggered."
Amy reached over and put her hand on Taylors arm. "Could be. Pretty powerful, more than any grab bag I ever touched. Two powers melded? Maybe, not sure. A lot of pollentia and gemma though."
Danny nodded "I'll have the union lawyers contact her. They were already working on Taylor, who just thinks she can keep secrets from the old man, and I called George about Rachel last night. I couldn't sleep and he doesn't much. George was pretty close to filing suit about the bullies for Taylor already. Then the discovery motions will happen."
Taylors pocket squawked and she pulled out a phone set to push to talk mode "Gun Bunny, Squealer. Got some Empire pushing toward the Velvet Spread."
Taylor blushed and Danny grinned. The others looked curious. Danny supplied "Empire moving on one of the Lady Merchants brothels. A good one, the fellas like it. I'll have to tell Gunny. He and the fella's might want a piece of the action. It's a little early in the morning, especially for a weekend, for bangers, so they may be serious."
Taylor pushed a button on the phone "Harbor and Anders in ten minutes."
Glory Girl and Laserdream looked at each other. "We can be there in a minute." Vicky said.
Crystal handed Danny her keys. Rachel said "I can drive." Danny handed the keys to Rachel.
Crystal nodded "Don't bang my car up, and park it out of the combat zone. Come on Vicky. We'll beat on some skinheads."
Danny laughed at Taylor asking Amy "How does he know this stuff?" As they walked down the yard to the Volvo parked in front.
Amy turned his frown upside down "Old people know shit. By fellas he means the male dock workers?"
Taylor blushed "Males and Females. Squealer has ladies and guys. Some of them swing both ways as they call it. Kind of one stop shopping. It's actually a nice place. On the inside. They are shutting the other places down."
"Call me when you are done Taylor, before you go shopping. Be back by one. I will get George here to take statements from you and Rachel." Danny hollered out the door. Then he went in and to the phone. Gunny would be interested.
Gun Bunny
Taylor held the butterfly down on the flying cape from the Empire. The gun let out a continuous roar. His scream abruptly cut off as he plummeted. Amy punched her in the leg as Sherrel drove toward where he landed "Hey, don't just blow the shit out of them! What if you kill one?" She had figured out the intercom on the helmet she, and Rachel, had been handed pretty quick. This vehicle was nearly as loud as the tracked one. Eight wheels nearly as tall as her seemed a little much though.
Rachel shrugged as she amped the dogs up a bit in the infantry compartment "The others will learn?"
Amy glared at her, and as the noise dropped, turned the dogs hearing back on. Fixing the damage at the same time.
Sherrel cackled in the driver's seat. The truck turned infantry fighting vehicle skidded to a stop and Rachel leapt out with the dogs as Taylor did a full circle in the gunner's position.
Amy walked to Storm Tiger and healed him just enough so he would live then zip cuffed him.
Rune came around a corner and Taylor was out of position. While she was swinging to cover the Empire cape a grey shape leapt off a building onto Rune and smashed her to the ground. Then the huge dog ran off around the corner. Amy huffed and walked up the street toward Rune as Taylor swung around watching. Sherrel let the truck idle behind her in low gear.
Growling and barking was heard around the corner along with whistles and voice commands. After a shrill scream there was silence. Amy paused and stomped her foot. Bitch came back around the corner with two of the dogs carrying Cricket between them.
Amy healed Rune, spoke to her a moment, then healed her all the way. Taylor looked at her but she was talking to Rune and not paying attention. Rachel walked up and the two talked for a moment then Amy healed Cricket enough to live and left her in the street, zip tied, next to Storm Tiger. She and Rachel started back to the truck. Rune came with them. Squealer cackled and Taylor groaned.
Laser Dream and Glory girl were herding Empire goons into ambushed by the DWU. They had been moving to seal one off when this happened.
When Amy got back she looked at Taylor "Her uncle forced her into the Empire. She says they are all idiots and she doesn't want to be in the gang."
Rune snorted "Idiot dicks and their submissive bitches. Well, except Purity. She split though."
Taylor groaned. Squealer looked around "Well, get in. Let's get out of here before the PRT, or that dick Armsmaster, shows up. Taking the capes, and Gun Bunny running that buzz saw, ran the normal bangers off. At least from around here GG and LD will have to herd them back again. The douche bag must still be asleep."
Taylor looked at Amy "She means Hookwolf. He is still in PRT custody supposedly Sherrel." Squealer grunted and put the APC in gear as she lifted the ramp.
Gun Bunny
They were sitting around the Velvet Spread when Squealer nearly yelled "Walmart? Don't you like Bitch? That fucking underwear from that place will rub you raw. Charlene, trot out the collection and let's get this girl something decent.
"I can't believe your crew just took off on you and haven't tried to find you. I thought the Undersiders were classier than that.
"We can look in the supply room for body wash, shampoo and conditioner as well. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, tampons too. Or do you do pads Bitch? Never mind we got plenty of both."
Amy was getting used to the stream of consciousness. Sherrel apparently had no filter, at all. Taylor was unflappable and didn't notice, or was already used to it.
Rachel shrugged "We work for somebody. He held a gun to Tattletale's head. He is helping Grue with his sister, getting custody of her, her mom is a druggy. Her dad is a kind of rough guy. Barely gets along with Grue. And Regent, he is just there. He's a dick. Thinks he is pretty."
Delilah nodded "It's always the way with the pretty ones. Strip honey." Charlene wheeled in a rack of underwear. Crystal and Vicky started stripping too. Amy face palmed, Taylor blushed and Sherrel cackled. Heidi, Rune, was sort of taking it all in.
Vicky looked at them "What? We save having to drive to Walmart."
Charlene nodded "These are our work clothes. Trust us to know what fits and what looks best. You two too. We got a make-up artist and hairdresser on staff, a nurse too. Got to work whether Aunt Dot is visiting or not. If you want to keep your regulars anyway."
Sherrel nodded "You need to get some bra's anyway Taylor. You've outgrown those cami's."
Taylor flushed, face palmed, and sighed "Let me call dad first." Amy gave her a betrayed look. Vicky and Crystal clapped and danced like little girls. Rachel and Heidi rolled their eyes. They ended up sitting around a brothel, with tea, coffee, and finger foods, the Velvet Spread had a full kitchen and bar too, mostly naked, trying on underwear and then clothes until noon, when the PRT finally cleared the area. Taylors blush bulb was burnt out. Amy was confused. Her eye kept wandering to Taylor, or Rachel. Heidi a few times as well. Vicky and Crystal watched and grinned.
Finally, Taylor called a halt so they could go back to the house. They looked at the folded stacks of clothes for each of them. Sherrel laughed "One of the girls is bringing a SUV. We will follow you and drop the stuff off. Payment for services rendered. Or partial payment."
Charlene nodded "Wholesale and volume discounts. You wouldn't believe the underwear we get through. Plus, customers buying it." The girls wrinkled their noses. Charlene laughed. "Babies."
Heidi shook her head "Girl gangs are different, I'll give you that."
Rachel's phone buzzed and she looked at it "Tattletale." The others walked to the car sort of leading her along as she talked to her former fellow gang member. Her side of the conversation was yes, no, sigh, lather, rinse, and repeat. She hung up and looked at Taylor. Taylor face palmed.
By the time they got the Volvo V 70 and Ford Excursion loaded and arrived at the house, got the vehicles unloaded, and everything hauled inside, Tattletale, aka Lisa Wilbourn, was already going over everything with Brandish and George. Danny talked to Taylor and the girls while he helped unload. "So, everyone fine? No casualties for the Firing Battery?"
"Oh! I like it, and I'm a plank holder. Blood in. Can we have mask and different names than New Wave?" Crystal beamed at Taylor.
Taylor sighed "I've completely lost control of my life." Amy hugged her. Rachel patted her on the back.
Danny smiled "So how about a fashion show?" As it turned out Taylors blush bulb wasn't burned out, the other girls laughed.
"Of the clothes Taylor. Not the underwear. Underwear you got from a brothel I don't even want to see in the wash."
Rachel was oblivious "Hand wash only. Most of it anyway. Expensive." Taylor rolled her eyes.
Tattletale perked up and looked at the piles of bags. Danny snorted "I am never going in you girls' bathroom again."
Crystal blinked "Can I move in? Only, I have a brother you see, and he uses my bathroom, well, we share one, across the hall."
Danny laughed "Yep, Lair."
"Base!" Taylor barked. Then her face softened from its scowl "Uh, how is that coming by the way?"
Danny laughed and laughed.
Gun Bunny
Emily Piggot was having a good day. In spite of the advent of a Miss Militia type cape, one with very little restraint. And at least a Blaster nine. Fucking howitzer for Christ sake! Brockton Bay was settling nicely. Finally. Was being the operative word apparently. Fucking howitzer! Three years of perseverance had paid off! Plus, traffic had been light this morning.
Gun Bunny. Stupid fucking name. Damn Squealer. How the girl hadn't killed a civilian by accident was known but to god. Her geometries of fire were immaculate however. Plus, the projectiles just disappeared if they went through an armed banger or didn't land with an armed banger in their kill radius in the case of the Howitzer. A fucking howitzer, banging away in the city. Crazy ass reporters standing there watching the thing. Or chasing Gun Bunny around like they were Combat Camera people in a war zone. Which of course gave hours of footage of her not killing civilians or causing collateral damage to the public domain. That had to be part of her power, so a combat thinker of some kind as well as being a blaster.
A night school law student working for the public defender could get the girl off of any charges filed. Even possession of controlled weapons as she hadn't kept one of those manifested long enough to need a stamp and this was an open carry state. Fucking New Englanders. Those weren't fucking muskets. Or sporting guns of any description. Her favorite was a M134 fucking electric Gatling gun for god's sake!
Did she wish this on herself with that 'toddlers with machineguns' line? Murphy was a bastard after all.
She nodded in acknowledgement at people in the halls as she stumped through the building and then sat in her office. She slid her card into her computer and entered her ID code. The computer booted up and she went to the daily report. Heavy engagement between the Merchants and Empire. Gun Bunny, stupid name, out with Squealer and a Stryker like vehicle early this morning. And the DWU out beating the crap out of skinheads? What, did they get bored? No wonder the traffic had been light. Brocktonites were like people living in a war zone. They disappeared when shit was going down. The adults did, most of them.
"The tourist were idiots though, standing around watching cape fights. New capes? What? Capes with powers like Glory Girl, Laserdream, Hellhound, oh god, not another one, and Panacea? What? Oh, not as good as Panacea. Not nearly as good. Storm Tiger and Cricket were mauled for god's sake. Dog bites and 7.62 bullet holes.
"That fucking minigun again. Gun Bunny was way too fond of that fucking thing. A class rating for you missy! Bangers and villains or not. Can't have you just stacking them up like cordwood. Defense of self and others only goes so far. Keep on and it will be S class. Especially if that fucking tank appeared again! No howitzer though. Maybe Squealer didn't have a vehicle that could mount the damn thing.
Well, Bradley would have some company. She ordered a Dragon transport to take Storm Tiger and Cricket to the classified site for holding, pending their trial and birdcaging. After Bradley woke up, if he ever did. Othala laying healing hands on hadn't helped as much as they thought it would have. Plus, she had to come do it every day. Under a truce deal with Kaiser. Fucking Kaiser! At least they got fifty PRT people regeneration every day. And Othala had to wear a hood. Probably still had a tracker though.
She reread the operations report, sent some request for more information, and opened her email. What the fuck? Seventeen hundred messages? What the fuck!
Emily scrolled down to when she had left yesterday and started clearing her email. Twenty-two messages overnight, the normal, and easily handled.
Now what did Legal want? What? Lawsuit? Discovery! She picked up her phone "Get Armsmaster in here. I don't care! Assault his fucking lab and bring him in here in confoam then!" She slammed the receiver down. She read another email. She picked it back up "Get Aegis in here. I know its Saturday! Call him at home Gladys!" She slammed the phone back down. She thought about it a minute and dialed a number "Miss Militia I need you in my office. My email is flooded with idiocy and testosterone and I need a sane voice... Thank you!" She hung up this time.