It had been a busy Saturday for Josephine. Shopping with Rebecca, saving the city then watching the coverage of Superwoman’s return on television. She had completed her studies for Monday and decided it was time to go out and patrol the city.

“Josephine wait!” Joyce said.

“What’s up Auntie?” she replied.

“Josephine, now the whole world knows Superwoman is out there. There are some things you need to know before you go out on patrols.”

“Umm, okay? Like what?” Josephine asked.

“The attacks on you, Tyrone being sent by “Clark” and “Diana”…that wasn’t a coincidence. I know who they are. Clark and Diana are Superman and Wonder Woman. The Justice League, they betrayed your mother. You know this because you saw what Conquistador said to her when she died. They were trying to warn you not to become Superwoman.”

“Why send Tyrone? Why not just fly down and threaten me outright? Why the cryptic warnings? Why did they even betray my mother?” She asked.

“I don’t know, Josephine. All I know is that they don’t come near Delta City anymore and having you around is some kind of threat to them. I told you about this power because without it, you’re vulnerable. When I heard Clark and Diana I just knew you’d need the artifacts. Just be careful out there.” She warned.

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Superwoman flew through the cool evening sky over Delta City. Lost in the beauty of the city she looked down at the bustling people wondering how she was supposed to find a crime in progress and what would she do with a criminal when she caught him? Then there was Conquistador. How does she even begin taking down a Crime Lord legally? She needed help and she knew Detective Rebecca Hunt was the only cop she could trust.

All these thoughts running through her head as she flew in the relative safety of the sky she never noticed the attack coming from above her…

The violent blow to her back sent her hurtling down towards an alley. Regaining her flight balance and turning to look above her she saw a fist slam her across the jaw. Stunned by the powerful blow she felt a strong pair of hands grab the back of her dark hair and guide her towards the alley at a fast rate of speed. Whoever was on her back was going to make her crash face first into the ground. Using her strength she started to even out her flight path and reached over her head to grab the person’s ears. She pulled down as she twisted her body around and managed to make the attacker take the full brunt of the hit to the ground on their back. Quickly jumping up looking at her attacker who was buried in the ground she saw him. Superman.

Superman jumped up and dusted himself off. “You were warned not to be a hero! You should’ve listened!” He said angrily.

Josephine power posed and stared directly at Superman’s face. “I know you have some kind of sick deal with Conquistador. I know if I take him out you lose something. I know you betrayed my mother. So all you Justice League scum can go to Hell.” She said.

Superman laughed at the novice superheroine. “Take off mommy’s jewelery little girl and let the adults handle the bad guys.” He mocked.

“Or what? You’re going to kill me? You couldn’t even manage to crash me into the ground. Bring it, “Super” man.” Josephine challenged.

Superman glared at Josephine. Then he released a massive blast of heat vision at her. Josephine put her hands up instinctively. She didn’t feel any of it. Lifting off the ground Josephine hurled herself at Superman and slammed both fists into his face making him stop the heat blast and sending him crashing against a dumpster.

“I’m taking it easy on you little girl! Don’t make me break you in half! Take off the jewels and stop being a hero!” He yelled.

Josephine walked towards Superman. “You betrayed my mother, you have to answer for that! ” She said as the two super powered beings locked hands in a test of strength!

Superman towered over the much smaller Josephine. Already at a disadvantage her knees started to buckle under his massive strength. Superman smiled down at her. “Get out of Delta City little girl. You’re going to lose.” He said.

Josephine focused harder and started pushing Superman away. Soon his wrists started to bend back and he fell to one knee. Josephine now standing over Superman, his face confused.

“You’re stronger than your mother!” He said.

“I’m stronger than YOU!” She said as she pushed Superman back. The bones in his wrist almost at their breaking point…

“Why did you betray my mother!!???” She yells out.

“You mother deserved everything she got!!” He screams.

Josephine pressed harder, “TELL ME WHY!“ she demanded. Superman starts to scream in pain…

Suddenly she felt strange as a woman’s voice told her to release him. Looking down a golden lasso was wrapped around her. Josephine complied and released Superman even though she didn’t want to. Superman stood up rubbing his wrists and shaking out his hands. Suddenly Josephine was looking at Wonder Woman holding the other end of the lasso.

“She kicked your ass Clark. She’s stronger than you.” Wonder Woman said.

“Yeah, well not anymore.” Superman said as he tore the belt and choker off Josephine.

“Since she won’t listen, make her forget about being Superwoman. Make her forget about the jewels. Wipe her mind clean.” Superman said.

“First we make her more agreeable with a little chloroform.” Wonder Woman said as she placed a wet cloth over Josephine’s mouth and nose.

Josephine tried to concentrate and felt the artifacts. They started to move in Superman’s hand. “Stop doing that!” Wonder Woman commanded. Josephine felt completely helpless as she was compelled to stop concentrating. She started to feel dizzy. The chloroform was beginning to have it’s effect…

“You’ll never be Superwoman again little girl.” Superman said.

Superwoman’s vision was going blurry. She felt ready to pass out when she saw a dark figure land in front of Superman and punch him hard in the face. Superman fell back as the dark figure fought him holding a green glowing rock. The lasso fell off Josephine as Wonder Woman moved in on the dark figure. The dark figure shot a grappling hook at Wonder Woman, pulling her belt off her waist. Then he kicked her in the chest sending her onto the ground.

“Eventually one of you will get me, But you both know what happens if my heart stops beating….” The dark figure said.

“You’re making another mistake, Bruce. Come on, Diana…we’re done here.” Superman said as the two flew off.

Josephine saw the figure coming at her before passing out from the chloroform…

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Rebecca was tied spread eagle on her own bed. The back of her head pounding from the pistol whipping Tyrone gave her at the desk. She was still in her hose and pink tank top, but she had a pair of nylons stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet. Tyrone walked into the bedroom…

“Wake up, bitch!” He says.

“Mmmmph!!!”

“What? You got something to say Detective? You wanna give me shit with that bitch mouth of yours?”

Tyrone ran his fingers across Rebecca’s foot feeling her nyloned toes. “Yeah, bitch. You fine. Fucking white bitch be coming up in my hood lookin’ fo’ me? Bitch you gonna die tonight!” He said while taking her high heels and badge then stuffing them in his bag. “These are coming with me, fo’ my new boss!”

Rebecca tugging at her bonds and protesting through her nylon gag. Tyrone was happy to see Detective Hunt so helpless. Such a contrast from the interrogation room where she humiliated him. Now it was time for Detective Hunt to feel the pain of humiliation. Tyrone wanted to humiliate her before he killed her. He wanted to see her broken and afraid. The only problem was, Detective Hunt wasn’t afraid and he knew she would shred him to pieces with her mouth and kick his ass if she was free. So he decided to start by beating her. He found a bat in her closet and raised it over his head. Rebecca with her eyes wide began to protest with her muffled words.

“You gut nice abs, white bitch!” He said as he slammed the bat down on her midsection. Detective Hunt buckled in pain as her six pack tightened. Tyrone looked at her face and realized she still wasn’t afraid. So he continued to crack the bat over her midsection, relentlessly and mercilessly beating the heroic detective like a mad man. Finally the pain became so intense and her midsection so bruised she was having a hard time breathing. Then Tyrone smiled, knowing he had really hurt Detective Hunt.

“Yeah…hurts don’t it? He gloats as Detective Hunt closes her eyes to hide the pain. Her nostrils flaring trying to get as much air as possible.

“You thirsty, bitch?” He says as he picks up a bottle of vodka. He pulls Detective Hunt’s hair to lift her head back and pours the bottle into her mouth. The nylon stuffed in her mouth starting to soak with the alcohol. Now choking and gagging Detective Hunt is drowning in vodka as the soaked gag keeps it dripping into her throat. Tyrone laughs as the once powerful crime fighter is now the victim of his every sadistic whim. He looks into her eyes and sees little life left. Has she been broken? Tyrone removes the vodka soaked gag and wrings the remaining vodka from the hose into her mouth. Coughing up vodka as it runs down the side of her mouth he looks at his helpless victim.

“Whatchya think of Tyrone now, bitch?” He asked.

Rebecca looked up at him making eye contact. The lifeless look had retreated as the fire returned to her face. Her breathing labored she spoke “Y…you’re still a p..piece of shit…low life…mother….motherfucker!” She said.

Tyrone became enraged and began slapping Detective Hunt across the face. He climbed on top of the helpless detective and noticed how she tried to buck him off. Looking at her face he could tell she didn’t like him on top of her.

“Get the fuck off me you piece of shit! Get off me now!” She yelled with a desperation in her voice Tyrone hadn’t heard before.

“You don’t like me on top do you, bitch? Is it just me or any motherfucker with a dick?” He asked.

Tyrone could see a hidden fear in her eyes. Something she was trying to hide, but couldn’t. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. Detective Hunt looked terrified as he brought it near her mouth. “NO!” she cried.

“Yeah…you don’t like a man putting you in your place. You scared of a man fucking you the right way. Ain’t dat right white bitch?” He taunted.

“Don’t! Don’t do this…don’t you fucking put that near me! I don’t want it!” She screamed terrified.

“Yeah bitch, you been raped before, huh? I can tell…you afraid of being raped again. Strong white bitch afraid of being weak like when some man fucked you raw!” Tyrone taunted as he brings his cock down to her already exposed womanhood.

“No…Tyrone, don’t! Don’t do this!” She pleads.

“Beg me, bitch!  Beg Tyrone not to fuck you raw!” He commands.

Then a man’s voice from the doorway shattered the moment “Get off her you fucking lunatic!” he said. It was the man Rebecca had just had sex with. Ironically, he came back to retrieve his phone and was now in possession of Detective Hunt’s service weapon and pointing it at Tyrone. Tyrone climbed off Rebecca, his cock still hard.

“Okay, white boy…don’t get crazy now. Bitch just wanted some fucked up sex.” Tyrone said.

“Fuck you asshole! I know she doesn’t like anyone on top of her!” He says.

Rebecca realized the man had never shot a gun because she saw the safety was still on. Hoping Tyrone wouldn’t notice Rebecca tried to distract him.

“Get over here and untie me, keep the gun on him…” She said.

“You got it, Detective!” He said as he walked over to her. Tyrone then noticed the safety was on and started walking towards the man.

“Back off! I’ll shoot you!” He said.

“Go ahead white boy, shoot me.” Tyrone said as he continued coming

“Flip the safety! right there! flip it!” Rebecca said, still bound.

*click* *click* the gun didn’t fire. Tyrone bitch slapped the man and took the gun from him. Then Tyrone pulled a knife and stabbed the man in the belly. Grabbing his bleeding belly the man slumped down against the wall.

“NO! Tyrone you motherfucker!” Rebecca cried.

Tyrone smiled at Detective Hunt. “You gonna git raped now, bitch!”

“Tyrone you stupid asshole! You can’t even kill me without fucking yourself over! If he dies you’re going down for 2 murders and you know you’ll get caught because you’re too stupid not to leave you fucking cum all over the place! He needs a medic, now!” She screamed.

Detective Hunt’s tirade rattled Tyrone. He was just supposed to kill Rebecca and he’s already spent too much time in the apartment. Now he’s stabbed another man who can identity him unless he dies from his stab wound.

“Fuck you, bitch! Ima kill you now! Ain’t nobody gonna miss you for days because you’re on vacation!” He said.

“How do you know that? Who the fuck told you that?” Rebecca asked forcefully. 

Tyrone punched Detective Hunt hard twice and knocked her out. Then he untied her from the bed and retied her hands behind her back and her legs together. He looked down at the man bleeding against the wall…

“please…I’m dying…” He said.

“Fuck you, motherfucker! Shoulda minded yo own bidness!” He says as he lifts Rebecca up and brings her to the fire escape which leads down to the alley that Conquistador wanted her killed in. He props the tied detective on the railing. Rebecca starts to wake up and notices she’s on her fire escape four floors above the alley. Tyrone shoves pantyhose back in her mouth to keep her quiet. 

“Down there is where the po po gonna find yo body, bitch!” Tyrone says as he pushes Rebecca off the railing. Falling four stories on a stack of pallets Rebecca lands on her side with a thud. Unable to brace herself she was sure her shoulder had popped out, but she was still alive. Tyrone starts to climb down the fire escape with his bag of trophies for Conquistador.

“Ima put a bullet in yo head, bitch!’ He says as he climbs down.

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Superwoman’s dark mascaraed eyes fluttered open behind the red mask. Focusing, she saw The Batman looking down at her.

“You’re okay, it was just chlorofo….”UGH!!!” Batman cried out as Superwoman’s sexy nylon clad leg lifted up and kicked him at a 90 degree angle sending him flying back against the alley wall. Superwoman jumped up from her laying position quickly to a fighting stance. Still super-powered with her artifacts, she was surprised they were back on her.

“I just rescued you!” Batman said from his back.

“I don’t care. You’re Justice League.” She said.

“Josephine, you have questions and I have answers, but you need to calm down or we can part ways now.” Batman said.

“How do you know my name?” She asked, realizing now that he actually did save her from having her mind erased by Wonder Woman.

“I knew your mother well.” He said.

“What do you want?” she asked.

Batman explains…

“First of all, I’m not Justice League. Haven’t been for over 20 years. They started down a bad path that I couldn’t follow. They became more interested in wealth and living like gods instead of helping people. Your mother and I were…good friends. She refused the Justice Leagues offer to become a member because she saw the same thing I did. Your mother was incorruptible. I bankrolled the Justice League for years, but when they started to turn I left and cut funding. Right around that time I was with your mother. They blamed her for changing my mind against them. It wasn’t her fault, but they hated her for it anyway.

They wanted to keep their orbiting headquarters running, but without my funding they needed alternate revenue streams so they started offering protection to major crime lords. The crime lords would pay them monthly and the League would stay out of their city. They offered this to Conquistador and he took it, but the only problem was your mother. They needed her gone. So The League told Conquistador how to defeat her. Superman would never get his own hands dirty unless he has to. Your mother and I worked together to take down Conquistador, we had him. Everything we needed to convict him was on that cargo ship, but the League convinced the cops to call off their raid and made sure nobody was coming to help her. After your mother was murdered I went to war with the League. I have enough on them to bring them down, but they know enough about me to bring me and my company down. So it’s been a cold war ever since. If my heart stops beating every piece of evidence I have on them gets sent to every news server in the world. They know this and it keeps them away from Gotham, away from me.

Superwoman interrupted…”My mother suffered, she died brutally at the hands of that maniac!” 

“I know, I read the autopsy report…”

“The autopsy report? How big of you! You let her die and then read about what some doctor thinks happened to her?” She shouts.

“Relax…” Batman says.

“Maybe you should see exactly what you let happen to her!” Superwoman said while putting her hand on Batman’s head. A red glow came from the gems and flowed up her arm and into Batman’s mind. In a second Batman witnessed the same tragic murder Josephine did. 

Stunned by what he just experienced Batman fell back. His face in shock, he was speechless. His speechless stunned look turned into rage as he stood up yelling a powerful guttural grunt. Punching the brick wall, he took a chunk of it out with his reinforced armored glove.

“YOU DIDN’T NEED TO SHOW ME THAT!” He shouted.

“Yes, I did. Because now I know you really did care about her from your reaction, but that still doesn’t tell me why you let her die.” Superwoman said.

“I didn’t let her die. The night I was going to meet her on the cargo ship, Superman and Wonder Woman came to visit me at my base. Under the guise of friendship I thought they had come to support your mother. But Wonder Woman used her lasso to make me forget about the raid. It wasn’t until I heard about her murder that I went through my own security footage and saw what they did to me. They pulled out all the stops, they even got me, that’s rare.” He said.

“Okay, so you rescued me from them, thanks. What do you want now?” She asked.

“I want to help you take down Conquistador.” Batman said.

“No thanks. I don’t want you in Delta City. I’m not my mother and you don’t owe me anything.” She replied.

“I owe your mother…”

Josephine looked at him…”Are you my father? Is that what this is about?” she asked.

“No, but I was going to raise you as my own. I don’t know who your father is.” Batman said.

“Then don’t come back here, stay in Gotham.” Superwoman said.

“You’ll need help, I’m a detective…” Batman pleaded his case.

“I already know a detective.” Superwoman replied as she lifted into the cool Delta City night.

“and I need to introduce myself to her right now.” she thought to herself.

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Detective Hunt rolled off the stack of pallets and landed on the ground. The bottoms of her bound and nylon clad legs landing in a puddle getting her lower legs wet. Tyrone climbed to the ground and watched Detective Hunt’s pantyhosed ass and legs bound trying to crawl away. Her hands tied behind her back unable to move effectively. He laughed at how helpless she was now. Just hours before she was dominating a man in bed and now she was in pain and desperate to survive in a dirty puddle in an alley. 

“Big bad white girl cop ain’t so bad now!” He taunted. Tyrone put his foot in the puddle to make the sole of his shoe wet. Then he stomped his wet foot on Detective Hunt’s perfect pantyhosed ass leaving the dirty imprint of his foot on her right ass cheek. Each time she tried to move he stomped on her ass with his wet shoe, laughing at her. Then he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her up. Her pink tank top pulled up just covering her tits and exposing her bruised midsection. Tyrone grabbed an empty metal trash can and dropped Detective Hunt into it ass first. Her bound hosed and wet legs dangling out while her arms were helplessly bound on the other side of the can behind her back. Tryone grabbed her by the back of her head and got into her face.

“This is what you get fo’ fucking wid Tyrone you honkey ass crackah bitch!” He said as he spit on her face. Watching he spit roll from her forehead down the bridge of her nose then banking down her left eye and cheek he laughed at her. Then he took a step back and pointed his gun at her head.

“The Conquistador sends his regards, bitch!”

Detective Hunt shaking her head saying “No” while “Mmmmph-ing” helplessly to her murderer. Tyrone squeezed the trigger…

*BLAM* the bullet rolled out of the barrel with a blast at 1100 feet per second. In the blink of an eye a red blur landed in front of the bullet with a crashing thud on the ground. A pair of red high heeled boots had cracked the pavement where they landed. Tyrone focused his vision and saw standing in front of him…Superwoman! She held the bullet in her hand and dropped it on ground. Tyrone stood there stunned. Superwoman backhanded Tyrone sending him crashing into the other side of the alley. He hit the wall so hard he rolled down onto a pile of trash bags unconscious. Quickly turning her attention to Rebecca, Superwoman removed the nylon gag and untied her hands and feet. Lifting Rebecca out of the barrel Superwoman noticed how badly she had been beaten and abused. Rebecca had a hard time standing due to the beating her midsection took and there was a good chance she had some internal bleeding.

“Thanks…he was going to kill me…” Rebecca said laboring to breathe. 

“It’s no problem, are you okay?” Superwoman asked.

“I’m hurt, but…oh my god! upstairs there’s a man in my apartment stabbed!” Rebecca walked over to the fire escape trying to climb it.

“Hold on, up there?” Superwoman said picking Rebecca up in her arm and lifting her into the sky.

“Wait! Grab Tyrone and his bag too. Bring it all up with us. I don’t want to lose him again. I’m a cop.” Rebecca said.

“I know who you are Detective Hunt, I came to see you actually.” Superwoman said while grabbing Tyrone by the belt and Rebecca then flew them up to the 4th floor window on the fire escape.

The man inside holding his bleeding belly watches the three of them enter through the window. “Oh man! I’m seeing things now! I just saw an angel in red fly in here. I thought angels wore white. I’m must be in Hell!”
Rebecca grabbed a towel. “Shut up, press this against the wound, you’ve lost a lot of blood and you’re delirious. I’m calling an ambulance for you.”

“Hey, we had sex tonight and I took a knife for you. Don’t you wanna know my name?” He asked.

Rebecca pointed at her bruised midsection and face. “Hasn’t been a great night for me either, now shut up.”

“Okay…I’m Dan!…thanks for caring detective sexy!….Wait, is that SUPERWOMAN? Oh my god it is! That was awesome today with the crane! You saved a shitload of people!”

Superwoman smiled at him. “Hi Dan, try to relax. Help is coming.”

“This is the best fucking night of my whole fucking life! I had sex with Detective Sexy and now I’m hanging out with sexy Superwoman! BEST. NIGHT. EVER! WOOOOOOO!!!!!….except for getting stabbed, that was definitely a low point.” 

Detective Hunt washed up her face and changed into the pair of tight jeans she had on earlier with a pair of flats and a tight white T shirt. She cuffed Tyrone so he wouldn’t get away when he woke up. The ambulance and police sirens were just down the block….

“Thanks again. I’d be dead right now if you didn’t show up. You mentioned you came to see me?” Rebecca asked.

“Yes, my friend, she’s your friend too…Josephine? She said you’re a good cop and I need a good cop on my side.” Superwoman said.

“Of course! I’m definitely on your side. You were my idol as a kid. I used to dress like you for Halloween….wait?…You know Josephine? We saw you downtown today and she didn’t seem to know you?” Rebecca asked.

“I really know her Aunt Joyce. I just met Josephine earlier tonight when I visited her Aunt. We got to talking about the state of the city and I need to know how to take down Conquistador…legally.”

“Hell yes, Superwoman…I think you and I are going to get along just fine!” Rebecca said with a smile.

“I take them down, you arrest them?” Superwoman said.

“Yep! and when Josephine graduates she prosecutes them!” Rebecca said gleefully.

“High Five, Superwoman! We’re going to make a great team!” Rebecca said while the two sexy crime fighters High Fived.

“OH MY GO YOU TWO ARE SOOOO FUCKING SEXY!!! I don’t even care that I’m bleeding so much! Have any beer?”
“SHUT UP, DAN!…GOD!!” Rebecca yelled.

Superwoman and Rebecca looked at each other on the verge of laughter….

Dan whispers……..*thank you for calling me Dan*

The two women start laughing. “He’s kind of funny.” Superwoman says.

“I know…it’s cute how he tried to save me.” Rebecca said.

“I’m cute! I heard that!” Dan exclaims.

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Tyrone sat alone in the interrogation room at the police station. Cuffed to the table he sat silently. Then the door opened. It was Detective Hunt.

“Hi, Dickhead. Let’s talk about why you’re such a fucking moron. Start with how you failed to kill me and how you’re not getting on Conquistador’s crew now.” She said.

“Bitch, fuck you and yo’ crackah ass mouth. My lawyer gonna be here soon and you know I be walkin’ up outtah here.” Tyrone said.

“You think Conquistador is going to waste his time getting you out of jail after you took his money then failed to complete your mission? Let me tell you the reality of the situation, shithead. You got caught trying to kill a cop. Now you’re a loose end who might rat to save himself some jail time. Even if you don’t rat, you still took his money and failed to kill me. Either way, Conquistador is going to have you killed then forget you ever existed.”

“Bitch, I ain’t gut nuttin’ to say to you. When my lawyer git here you can talk to him all you want.” Tyrone said.

“You’re fancy suit wearing lawyer isn’t coming for you moron! What IS walking through that door is a court appointed, middle aged, free public defender who just got his law degree at night school because he worked days at Taco Hut for the first 40 years of his life. Have fun with that.”

“Bitch you don’t scare me. You ain’t got shit on me. I didn’t kill nobody. That crackah white boy still alive, you still alive. I ain’t gonna git more than a couple years then I’ll be back on the street being badass Tyrone again.”
“Yeah, normally you’d be right Tyrone. I give you that. But we have this thing called ballistics testing. We tested the handgun you tried to shoot me with and it’s the same gun used in 5 different murders. So, you can either tell me where you got the gun, maybe cut a deal, give up Conquistador and if you give us really good information we might even be able to get you into witness protection.”
“Yo! you can’t pin 5 motherfuckin’ murders on me! I didn’t kill no 5 people!” Tyrone said.

“Sure we can, Tyrone. You’re in possession of the murder weapon used to kill 5 people. Want to know who they are?” Rebecca started to rattle off the names of the victims….

“Suzanne Stark”

“Michelle Conley”

“Barbara Ramsey”

“Laura Neal”

and my personal favorite that we’ve been trying to solve for a long time “Superwoman.”  All strong women who stood up for what they believed in, murdered by you.”
“YO! Fuck that! I didn’t kill no Superwoman. Everyone know that was Conquistador! Motherfucker got her boots and shit in his office!”

“What?” Rebecca said shocked.

“Yo where my public defender at? I wanna make a deal! I have info!” Tyrone shouted.

Just then his dowdy looking public defender walked in. He was a pudgy man in a wrinkled, cheap suit. “Hi Tyrone, I’m Harvey. Sorry I’m late, I was stuck at my other job…Taco Hut.” 

“I’ll let you two talk…” Rebecca said as she left the interrogation room.

Bursting into The Captain’s office excitedly…”Captain, he got the gun from Conquistador, we can squeeze him. We can make him talk. Give him a deal, have him testify. We can finally nail Conquistador with his testimony if it’s good!”
“Good job! The District Attorney’s on his way! We’re finally gonna nail this son of a bitch!” The Captain said with fire in his belly like Rebecca hadn’t seen in a long time from him.

Tyrone sang like a bird. In exchange for immunity and witness protection he told them about Conquistador’s trophy case full of incriminating evidence and he agreed to testify in court that Conquistador gave him the gun and even bragged about fucking Superwoman before murdering her. The Warrant would be executed on Monday morning 10am at Conquistador’s residence/office at his casino “The Grand Lady” A mega hotel/casino operated by Conquistador which was known, but never proven, to be a front for his illegal operations. 

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Monday morning 8am, Josephine is heading out the door to the bus stop when Rebecca pulls up to her house. “Josephine! Hey!” Rebecca yells out from the undercover police car.

“Hey Rebecca! What’s up?

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride to school.” Rebecca offers.

On the ride over Rebecca explains why she came over so early.

“In a couple hours we’re arresting Alonzo Moralez, aka The Conquistador. It’s going to be a big case and the DA is going to need interns for research. I mentioned your name. He already knows you because you’re the top law student at DCU Law. Anyway, he wants you on the team. It’ll be great experience for you, plus this case is tied to you because it all stems from Tyrone. We got him, we’re getting Conquistador and this city’s getting back on track. What do you say, kid?”
“WOW! That’s amazing! Absolutely, yes! Thank you so much Rebecca!” She said excitedly.

“And when you see Superwoman, tell her we’re still going to be a great team, but Conquistador won’t be a problem anymore!” Rebecca said.

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THE RAID 10AM

Detective Rebecca Hunt and her team get confirmation that Conquistador is in his office. She moves in wearing a bullet proof vest leading a team of tactical officers behind her. They move through the casino and into the elevator. Another team takes the stairs while another team lands on the roof in a chopper. Armed security guards lay their guns down at the sight of the police, very unusual. No resistance at all.

The bud in Detective Hunt’s ear letting her know each team is in position and they have visual on Conquistador in his office. Detective Hunt gives the “GO!” sign.

The tactical officers break down the office door while the roof team repels in through the windows.
Alonzo Moralez aka Conquistador is sitting at his desk with his lawyer. He puts his hands in the air and offers no resistance. Detective Rebecca Hunt approaches him…

“Alonzo Moralez, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney……”
After his rights were read to him. “May I ask, what is the meaning of this intrusion to my office by Delta City’s finest?”

“You’re under arrest for the murders of  Suzanne Stark, Michelle Conley ,Barbara Ramsey ,Laura Neal and Superwoman.” Detective Hunt says.

“I’m sorry Detective, but you are very wrong. I have done no such thing. What proof do you have?” He says smugly.

Rebecca Hunt walks over to his desk and feels underneath for the hidden button that opens his “trophy case”. “How’s about this?” She says as she depresses the button.

The wall behind them opens up to reveal a fully stocked bar.

“Oh my, has prohibition been reinstated? Is alcohol illegal again?” Conquistador smiles.

“Where are they? I’ll rip this place apart until I find your sick little trophy collection!” Detective Hunt yells.
“It seems your case against me is already off to bad start, no?” He grins.

“Take him away!” She orders.

Conquistador’s lawyer advises his client. “Alonzo! They mistreat you in ANY way let me know. Say nothing until I get there! They do ONE thing wrong and we’ll sue!” He says.

Detective Hunt glares at the high priced lawyer. “How the HELL do you sleep at night?” She asks.

He grins at her. “On silk sheets, Detective.”

TO BE CONTINUED