Symbiotic Boots 2: The Spawning
Chapter 9: Capture
by Boofka
Saturday, 6 am…
A group of half a dozen soldiers climbed up the stairs of MJ's apartment building. Three of them were the members of the surveillance team that had spied on MJ's apartment and whose van Jake had sabotaged. Now, one of them was clearly in command of the other five as he motioned them to make their way down the hall. Each of them was outfitted with a soldier's outfit, complete with a gun in one hand. Two of them had backpacks, but two of them did not for a very specific purpose. Four of the soldiers carried what looked like high-powered techno guns, not something that would fire a bullet. Two of the soldiers were carrying tranquilizer guns. These two soldiers also carried transparent plastic boxes on their backs as opposed to the usual backpack their comrades were wearing. The soldiers' uniforms were distinctly un-American, as they were pitch black instead of the traditional camouflage. They made their way down the hall, slowly, quietly, so as not attract attention. One false move and the two women could be made aware of their presence. They could escape, or fight back, or even worse, alert the American authorities…
When they were in front of the door to MJ's apartment, the commander put his finger to his mouth, requesting absolute silence. He pulled out a lockpick from his pocket and, slowly but surely, began to unlock MJ's apartment door. For the deadbolts, he pulled out what appeared to be a small magnetic device, which undid the deadbolts from the inside of the apartment. The process was very careful not to do any damage, so that they could not be traced if this mission was a success or a failure...
When his process was complete, the commander put his hand in the air, and proceeded to count down with his 5 fingers.
5...4...3...2..1…
The commander opened the door as quietly as he could, making sure not to make any noise. As soon as the regiment had entered and discovered the coast was clear, he directed 3 soldiers to the left side of MJ's apartment, while he motioned two soldiers to follow him into the master bedroom.
The commander and the two soldiers enter the bedroom quietly. There, they discovered MJ and Amy, naked, sleeping in each other's arms. They had tossed and turned in the night, and now both of their upper bodies lay exposed and not under the bedsheets. Of all the possible scenarios the commander ran through with his master last night, it seemed like the best one was the one they were at right now.
He motioned to one of the soldiers who came with him, the one with the tranquilizer gun, to get ready to fire. On his superior's command, he fired a tranquilizer dart into Amy, then another one into MJ. Both hit the respective upper bodies of their intended targets.
The commander smiled. Mission success…
He went back into the main part of the apartment, and signaled the other soldiers. The two targets were down. Immediately, the soldiers came into the bedroom. Two of the soldiers positioned Amy and MJ on opposite sides of the beds, and then began to unload what looked like body bags from their backpacks. They placed Amy and MJ into the body bags, and lay them on the floor.
Meanwhile, the soldiers with the clear plastic boxes on their backs had found what they were looking for. Two pairs of tall rubber rain boots, one pink, one black, each with a spider-emblem on them. Two of their comrades picked up the boots with gloved hands and gently put them into the clear plastic containers.
The commander surveyed the apartment. He smiled. No one would be able to tell they were there.
He picked up a walkie talkie and spoke softly into it in his Eastern European dialect.
"We have had mission success. Repeat, mission success. The packages are secure into their containment units, and the hosts have been tranquilized and are ready for transfer. Request helicopter pick up on top of the building as soon as possible. Over."
A deep voice emanated from the walkie talkie: "Congratulations, commander. I am very pleased. Job well done. You and your team will be promoted for this. Helicopter pickup will be at the building in 5 minutes. Over."
The commander then motioned his team towards the window. The two soldiers with no backpacks then hoisted the body bags containing MJ and Amy onto their backs, latching them on to built in latches in their uniforms.
They opened the window, pointed grappling guns at the edge of the roof of the building, and fired. The grapples took hold, and the soldiers with the body bags attached to their backs began slowly ascending the roof.
After they had made it to the top, the soldiers with the clear plastic boxes containing the two pairs of boots followed them.
Finally, just the commander and another member of the original surveillance team were left in the apartment.
"And just imagine," the Commander said. "We didn't even have to use the symbiotic disruptors guns. This was incredibly easy. Our master is proud of us."
The commander's comrade nodded. They looked out the window and noticed the other two had made it to the top, which meant it was their turn. They climbed the rope up the building, and eventually, they too were on the roof. Within seconds, a helicopter was in view, and after locating the team, landed on the roof of the apartment building.
The soldiers hauled in the body bags containing MJ and Amy's bodies onto the floor of the helicopter, then, once all the soldiers were in and the doors were closed, the helicopter took off from the apartment building. Just like the soldiers who were so careful in their mission, it did not leave a trace that it had been there. The helicopter then made its way towards the outskirts of the city…
Saturday, 3 pm…
MJ was the first to come to. She had realized that she had been knocked out, but by what, she had no idea. She felt as if she had been drugged, but… that didn't seem likely. Her last memory was holding Amy in her arms after the symbiote pheromone induced the interaction between the two of them the night before.
As MJ began to open her eyes, she looked around. She was wearing what looked like a surgical gown. But, she could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, nor did she have any shoes on.
She felt her arms were handcuffed behind her back, and she was sitting on an uncomfortable metal chair. She jiggled the handcuffs around, and discovered that they were secured to the chair.
She looked over, and discovered Amy, still unconscious, sitting next to her.
MJ could tell that the room they were in was large, though MJ couldn't make out a lot of it because everything was very dark. She thought she could see what looked like a large window with blinds and curtains covering it in front of her.
She heard a groan, and saw Amy regaining consciousness. Amy opened her eyes, noticing she too had her hands handcuffed behind her back, taking in the environment of the mysterious room they were in.
Amy looked over and saw MJ.
"Oh my God, MJ! Where are we? What is this?" Amy screamed.
"I… I don't… I dunno." MJ said.
"MJ… I'm scared…" Amy said nervously.
Suddenly, the lights in the room became super bright. Both Amy and MJ squinted as their eyes got accustomed the light. They were in what appeared to be a large warehouse, though part of it had a barrier closing off another part of the warehouse, comprised of what appeared to be the window MJ thought she saw earlier. They were seated in between rows of tables, which had various medical and scientific equipment on them. The warehouse itself was rather dingy and metallic. There were exits on either side, and there were armed guards guarding them. However, both the guards seem to strengthen up as MJ and Amy what heard like the clanking of metallic footsteps.
A door burst open, and a large figure in a cloak walked into the area. The guards saluted as the figure moved closer. MJ could make out that the figure was indeed metallic, and gasped as she realized who it was.
"I am Victor Von Doom, ruler of Latveria." he announced in a deep voice to the two trembling women.
"Doctor Doom…" MJ whispered.
Doctor Doom grabbed MJ's face, and bent down so it was next to his own.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance." he said.
MJ spit in his face. He paid no bother.
"Charmed, I'm sure. You're just as feisty as you when you are your alter-ego… the Booted Beauty." he said.
"You women do not realize it yet, but you have been apart of a great calling. For years, I too was trying to perfect the perfect weapon. The perfect soldier. I had realized that Spider-Man, when he revealed to the world the existence of the alien symbiotes, had bestowed on mankind, and on me in particular, a gift. Humanity now had a weapon that could run faster, move quicker, and was invincible to most conventional human weapons. Because of this, I, like your friends at Oscorp, began experimentation on the symbiote entities for military purposes. But then you came along…"
Doctor Doom once again put his face next to MJ's.
"You. The Booted Beauty. Fate had given you a failed experiment. A failed experiment that granted you power beyond your greatest imagination. You used it to help people until it ended up trying to use you to try to reach its own goals. Then, somehow, you overrode that tendency. You see, those things you wear, your boots, are far more powerful than you give them credit for. I needed to know how they worked, what made them so special, how a person who just stumbled into them could become one of the most powerful superhumans in the world. How did your boots manipulate the symbiote? What was the mixture of DNA that made them so powerful, but yet, able to be controlled? With these questions and with the ultimate goal of capturing this symbiote that disguised itself as common footwear, I sent my most loyal agent."
MJ gulped. "Elsa…"
Doctor Doom continued. "Agent Dragonov's mission was a failure. She underestimated your allies. But yet, it was her information that brought us to this day, to this great success that you women have helped bring about…"
Doctor Doom grabbed a rope dangling from the ceiling, and the barrier became an entirely transparent window into a giant laboratory. MJ gasped. Inside the laboratory, she could see men and women in white lab coats, working away on computers and experiments. However, her attention immediately shifted to rows and rows of bodysuits that were hanging down from the ceiling. They appeared to be made out of the same texture MJ and Amy's symbiotic suits took when they transformed…
"The DNA collected from your boots has helped us advance years of research. At last, it appears we are ready. Ready to begin the next phase of the operation…"
Doctor Doom then walked over to Amy, holding her face in the same he held MJ's.
"As we speak, the Avengers and members of Earth's superhuman community are descending on my home country of Latveria. They noticed the movements of my soldiers, and believe that I intend to invade Symkaria. They are correct… to a certain extent. You see, they fell into my trap. Once my forces invade, all of the Avengers will try to subdue my soldiers. Little do they know that my soldiers will be able to fight with the best of them, thanks to their new symbiotic suits. Power, agility, invulnerability, on a scale of thousands upon thousands of soldiers. Soldiers wearing symbiotic suits. Symbiotic suits constructed using the DNA my team acquired from your boots. The Avengers will be vanquished. After that… the possibilities are truly endless…"
MJ looked horrified. "You're a monster…"
Doctor Doom ignored the comment. "True power comes from the elimination of your enemies. The elimination of laws. The elimination of order. You have provided me the final key in all of this. So, for that, thank you."
Doctor Doom nodded at a guard, and he came running to the chairs where Amy and MJ were handcuffed. He proceeded to use a key to unlock both of them from their seats.
"I don't understand… what's going on…?" Amy asked.
Two women appeared on either side of warehouse. They were tall, brunette, and beautiful, with piercing eyes and enviable bodies. Both seemed to be wearing a coat over their bodies, high heels, and nothing else. They walked towards where Amy and MJ were now standing alongside Doctor Doom. MJ could now see that the two women were identical. Doom put his arms over them, and spoke to MJ and Amy.
"One of you has had the pleasure of meeting the late Agent Elsa Dragonov. She was one of my best agents. But did you know that she is also from a family of assassins that have pledged loyalty to the leader of Latveria for decades. These are her twin sisters."
Doom motioned to the girl on his right. "This is Natasha Dragonov."
Doom motioned to the other girl on his left. "And this is her sister, Anastasia."
Doom then addressed Amy and MJ again. "Like their sister, they too are mutants. Natasha is a powerful telepath. Anastasia, why don't you show our guests what you can do?"
Anastasia nodded, and held up her hand, which produced a powerful laser blast over the heads of Amy and MJ.
Doctor Doom nodded. "These are two of my most trusted agents. And tonight, I trust them with your disposal. Both of you have served your purpose to our causes. And now, there is nothing else to do… except present the tools of your own destruction."
Doctor Doom reached into a box that had been behind him, and held up two pairs of tall, glossy, rubber rain boots with spider emblems on them. Both Amy and MJ gasped as Doctor Doom handed a pair to each of the women.
"The two agents are to give you both a taste of your own medicine, as the expression goes. I give you the option to try and run and escape, but I highly doubt you can manage in such a closed off area with such a fearsome duo."
With that, Doctor Doom nodded at MJ and Amy, and proceed to exit the warehouse.
"It was nice meeting you both. Give my regards to Saint Peter." he said as he left the facility.
Anastasia and Natasha sat down in the chairs MJ and Amy had just been in. The two women began taking off their high heels and slipping on the boots as Amy and MJ backed away from where they were standing…
NEXT TIME: WILL ANASTASIA AND NATASHA GET TO WIELD THE POWER OF THE BOOTS? FIND OUT SOON!