ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Avenging Angels Of The Night

by Mike Vivian

WARNING:  This story contains scenes of Graphic Lovemaking between two Women.  If this offends you, then this is not a story want to read.

Disclaimer:  I, Mike Vivian, The Amazon Prince, copyright only the characters of Mel and Kallesto!  Xena and Gabrielle are characters owned by Renaissance pictures and Studios USA. They are used with Ren pics indulgence.

The year is 1943. The place is Metro City. The world is at war. Most of the men have gone overseas to fight. This left the women behind to take up the slack. This is the story of two such extraordinary women.

It is late night as a black car pulls up unseen to a warehouse. Two figures emerge. The taller of the two is raven hared and is covered in black leather.

The smaller woman wears a golden jumpsuit and has long golden blond hair.

Both wear masks that hid their true identities.

"Ready?" asks the taller one.

"Whenever you are!" the smaller of the pair replies.

The tall one nods her head and they go crashing through the window and roll out onto the floor of the warehouse.

"It's the Midnight Angel and Goldie, the golden girl! Get 'em!" One of the men shouts. He and the rest draw their guns and fire upon the female furies.

They quickly move behind crates for shelter. As they move, Goldie tosses a small cartridge at the gunmen. It explodes into a miniature sandstorm. This is enough to make the thugs start coughing and wheezing. It also blinds them long enough for the pair to launch an attack of their own. Laying into them with kicks and punches, the duo makes short work of the criminals. Goldie quickly ties the men up. On the table was a bag of stolen jewels.

"This should be enough for the police to lock this guys up for a while!" The Midnight Angel said indicating the jewels.

"Speaking of which, I think it's time we made our exit!" Goldie said.

Angel nodded and left their calling card, a pair of jet-black wings, not unlike those of an airline pilot. They both climb back through the window and hastily enter their car, The Midnight Lady. A sleek, super charged sedan armed with all the latest crime fighting gadgets, not the least of which was a car phone. As the Midnight Lady roars to life and sped off down the street, Goldie picks up the phone a dials a number. "Hello, Police? You will find a package waiting for you in the warehouse on pier 36. You had better hurry before they wake up and untangle themselves." She hung up. "Well, I don't know about you Angel, but I'm ready to call it a night!"

Angel smiles and nods. She drives down a deserted alley. As they approach the wall, it swings up to reveal a secret passageway. As the wall swings down behind them, they enter a secret place. The room is a garage and a workshop and many other things. This is the secret headquarters for the female furies.

They come to a halt and parked the car on a special turntable. They get out and take off their masks revealing their true identities, that of wealthy newspaper publisher Stephanie Simonson and her bodyguard and companion Diane Dayton.

"Well Steph, another successful night I'd say!" The dark haired woman said.

"Yeah, but I am tired. Fighting crime is hard work." Stephanie replied, removing her blonde wig. Her strawberry blonde hair spilled out behind her as she removed the bobby pins holding it in place.

"Mmmm, I do love Red heads!" Diane said as she watched Stephanie undress.

"Flirt!" Stephanie said playfully. "You are just saying that because you want my body!"

"Darn right I want it!" She took Stephanie in her arms and kissed her passionately.

Stephanie kissed Diane back. "Oh D! What would I ever do with out you?"

"Let's hope you never have to find out!" Diane responded. "C'mon, let's change and call it a night."

They quickly changed into their street clothes and made their way through a passageway between the building that served as their headquarters and the Townhouse that they shared. It led to a false wall in Stephanie's Wardrobe.  They carefully slid the wall away so that they could slip into the bedroom.

Although Stephanie was fairly wealthy, and could afford her own Mansion, she preferred to live in a townhouse with Diane. To the world at large, Diane was her girl Friday. Her cook, chauffeur, and what ever else she needed. Nobody knew that they were lovers. If word got out about them, it would be trouble for them and they knew it. The world may be at war, but America was not ready for two women in love with each other. She felt the bliss as she slipped into Diane's arms and fell asleep.

The next morning Stephanie awoke in Diane's arms as usual. "Mmmm, good morning beautiful." She murmured.

"Morning sleepy head. Time to get up and go to work. You have a newspaper to run."

"Umm, yeah, suppose I do at that." Stephanie said. Reluctantly she freed herself from Diane's embrace and stumbled out of bed.

"Go take your shower and I'll fix breakfast." Diane said.

"Why don't we shower together?" Stephanie asked.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Diane took Stephanie in her arms and off to the shower. Once inside she inspected every inch of Stephanie's body, eliciting numerous moans of pleasure from the blonde.

Afterwards, Diane quickly dressed and began to fix breakfast. She always was a fast dresser. Especially since she adopted the cover of chauffeur. Not that she minded taking care of the woman she loved. Not too mention the fact that she had promised Stephanie's father Jim Simonson, that she would watch over her. She still remembered the day he died. It would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She was driving him to the offices of the Daily Guardian, the paper he founded and published. She was nervous because his series of editorials on corruption in Metro City had made a lot of people nervous.

"Mr. S!" She said. "Aren't you afraid of what might happen? You have a lot of people scared, a lot of very dangerous people. They could hurt you or worse!"

"Thank you for your concern Diane, but I can't let these people scare me off.  Diane, evil flourishes where good men do nothing. I have a duty to expose these crooks and protect the people of Metro City." He said.

"You are a heckuva man Mr. S!" She replied.

"Diane, when are you going to start calling me Jim? Even Uncle Jim would be fine. You are like family to Stephanie and me. She practically worships the ground you walk on." He said with a chuckle.

She smiled, "with all due respect Mr. S, I'm not the one who walks on water in her eyes. You are her father and she thinks you are the world. If anything ever happened to you, it would devastate her."

"I'm glad you brought that up Diane. I would hate to think I left Stephanie all by herself. I want you to promise me that if anything should happen to me, you will watch over Stephanie. You and Tim are the only people I can trust with Stephanie."

"I, I don't know what to say Mr. S! Of course I'll look after her. Wild horses couldn't keep me away from her." Just then Diane spotted something in the rear-view mirror. "Uh, oh! Hang on Mr. S! I think we have company, and I don't think they are friendly." With that she stepped on the gas and gunned the engine as she maneuvered the car down City streets to avoid their pursuers. She was a driving ace, but they were out numbered. A second car came roaring out of a side street, guns blazing. Diane was hit and lost control of the car. She managed to pull herself and Mr. S from the wreckage, but it was too late. He was dying.

"Remember your promise." He whispered. "Take care of my little golden girl!"

"I will. I swear it Jim." She tearfully replied.

With that he passed on and the world lost a very brave man.

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"D, you ok? Hello, earth to Diane! Anybody home?"

"Hmm? What? Oh Steph, sorry! I guess my mind wandered a bit" Diane replied, then she realized that something was burning. "Oh shit, the toast!" Diane hurriedly unplugged the toaster and emptied it into the trash.

"Boy you must have been out there!" Stephanie commented.

"Yeah, guess I was." Diane replied quietly.

"What's wrong D?"

"I was just remembering that day!"

"Oh Diane! Don't do this to yourself! It wasn't your fault!"

"Yes it was! I should have been able to save him! I should have been the one to die not him. Stephanie, it was my responsibility and I failed!"

Stephanie took Diane in her arms and said, "Listen to me! You did everything you could! What happened was the fault of the gangsters that killed him.  They shot you and ran you off the road. They should be the ones you blame and not yourself!"

"You are so good to me!"

"Hey, that's my line!" Stephanie said with a playful grin. They kissed and that made Diane feel much better.

"Ok, hot stuff. Sit down and eat your breakfast. You are too skinny as it is!" Diane said.

"I beg your pardon! Skinny? I didn't hear any complaints last night!" Stephanie replied.

"That's because I had better things to do with my mouth!"

Stephanie blushed and shut up. She had vivid memories of Diane's mouth and what she had done with it last night! "Oh my, is it just me or is it getting hot in here!" Stephanie said fanning herself.

Diane just smiled and served up breakfast for her companion. "Here you go!"

"Mmmm, bacon and eggs! My favorite!" Stephanie said, licking her lips!

"Not to mention a big glass of milk and orange juice! I promised your father I would take care of you and I am going to keep that promise! You eat up!"

Stephanie got a sly grin on her face. Diane immediately knew what she was thinking.

"Now cut that out! That is not what I meant and you know it!"

"Well, you said it, not me!" Stephanie said defiantly!

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At precisely 7:45 am, They arrived at the offices of The Daily Guardian.

By 8:00, Stephanie was behind her desk and ready to start another day as The Guardian's publisher. Almost immediately, Jack Starling burst in.

"Jack, haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Stephanie asked.

Jack Starling was the Guardian's star reporter. He had the crime beat. There was no one better. Not that he was perfect by any means. He smoked too much, drank too much and dressed like a slob, but he knew the Metro City underworld like nobody else. "Hey boss lady, I got a hot tip for you. Something big is going down. Bigger than anything I've ever seen. Don't know the details, but the word on the street is it's big!"

"Alright Jack, I give! How big?"

"Huge! Word has it that someone big is moving in on Metro City!"

"And what do you need from me?"

"Just a small allowance."

"How much?"

"50 bucks!"

"50... are you out of your mind?"

"C'mon Steph! When have I ever failed to deliver?"

"Alright Jack! You got your 50 bucks."

"Thanks. You won't regret it!"

Stephanie sighed, "I already do!" But Jack was long gone.

Then there was a knock at the door. "Good morning Miss Simonson." A timid voice said.

Stephanie smiled. The voice belonged to a demure young woman by the name of Susan Jones. She was only 5'5" and had long brown hair, which she always wore up. She wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses. Susan wanted to be a reporter, but had no experience. They had met at Gateway University when Stephanie was visiting there. They had hit it off almost immediately. After a cup of coffee Susan had told Stephanie of her ambition. Stephanie saw potential in the young woman and gave her a job as her executive secretary. "Come in Susan. How are you this morning?"

"I am fine, thank you Ma'am. You have a message. Your Uncle Tim called and asked if you would have lunch with him."

"Thank you Susan! Please call him back and let him know I'll meet him at the usual place."

"Yes Miss Simonson."

The rest of the morning went by relatively fast. Before Stephanie knew it, it was time to go to lunch. Diane showed up just in time to meet her.

"You must be psychic D! I was just about to call you!"

"I know! It's Wednesday. That means Lunch with Uncle Tim at Marty's!"

"Are we that predictable?" Stephanie asked.

"Only to someone who knows you like I do!" Diane responded.

Soon they arrived at Marty's. "I'll meet you back here at one!" Diane said.  "I want to check out a few things."

Stephanie nodded and got out. Marty's was a small place, not too fancy, but just right for lunch with Stephanie's favorite uncle, Tim Kelly, the Chief of police in Metro City! A big Irish man, he was always very fond of her.

"Stephanie, my dear! Always good to see ya darlin'! " He said as he hugged her.

"I love you too Uncle Tim! Now let's eat. I'm hungry!" She said.

As Stephanie visited with her Uncle Tim, Diane was doing some visiting of her own. She had changed into a very low-cut dress that left little to the imagination, put on a red wig, some heavy make-up and caught a cab to Kall's Melody, a known hangout for the underworld. Here she was known as Roz, a prostitute, or at least so they thought. She waltzed in the door in Roz's usual fashion, bold as brass! She took her usual place at the bar and ordered a whiskey from Melody, one of the women who ran the joint. "Heya Mel, what's shakin'? Where's that partner of yours, Kalleasto?" she said in a high, Brooklyn-accented voice.

"Heya Roz! It's been a while! Kall had to go back home to Australia. "Somethin' about a death in the family, that sort of thing!" Mel replied. Her long brown hair flowing over her small but shapely body.

"So what's shakin' Mel? I hear there are some new guys in town. Real big shots, maybe lookin' for a little action?"

"I don't know Roz. Between you and me, somethin' real funny is going on. I keep hearing rumors about some big take over, but nobody seems to know anything about it, except a name. X the unknown."

"X the Unknown, eh?" Roz replied.

"Yeah, that's what they call him. Nobody knows who he is, but he seems to wanna take over the rackets here in Metro City. Everybody is very nervous cuz nobody seems to be able to get a line on him. I tell ya one thing Roz, the climate around here is gettin' very unhealthy! Nervous people can easily become scared people and when these kinda people get scared," Mel motioned to the crowd, "people like us can end up in the hospital or the morgue, know what I mean honey?"

"Oh, I getcha sweetie!" 'Roz' replied.

Just then a man walked in. Diane did not recognize him. He was tall with blond hair and cold blue eyes. Immediately Diane knew this man was very dangerous.  All he said was "The usual!" There was something funny about the way he talked, but she couldn't pin it down. Mel brought out a bag and gave it to the man. He paid her for it. Mel quickly retreated behind the counter and the man left.

"Geeze Mel, who was that guy?"

"He says his name is John Smith. I don't believe that for a minute, but I try not to ask too many questions, Ya know what I mean? That guy is dangerous."

"Yea, kinda picked up on that myself. Hey, I gotta run. Take care, sweetie!"

"I will. Don't be a stranger, huh! I like it when you come around!"

"Oh my gawd! I think she's coming onto me." Diane thought. "Oh what I wouldn't give for a night with her. No, gotta remember Stephanie." "Umm, sure. I like you too." Their hands touched and Diane could feel the electricity and saw Mel smile. "I'll, umm, catch you later Mel!" She had to hurry out before temptation got the better of her. She needed a cold shower and bad. She went home and changed. She then picked Stephanie up in front of the restaurant. She held the door open for her while Steph said her goodbyes to Uncle Tim.

"Thank you Diane." Stephanie said.

Diane closed the door and climbed into the driver's seat. As they took off, Diane asked "so, Steph, umm how did it go?"

"Very interesting. There is something big going on, but Uncle Tim wouldn't say what. How about you?"

"Well, according to my source, somebody new is on the scene, but all I got is a name, X the Unknown. Something else, I saw this guy that really gave me the creeps. I wanna check around and see what I can find. Call it a hunch, but I bet he has a lot to do with this X the Unknown."

"Not without me you don't!" Stephanie said in a stern tone of voice.

Diane knew it was useless to argue with her when she used that tone of voice.  She would prefer that Stephanie stay home, out of danger, but she realized that it wasn't going to be that way. "OK." She said. "So where to now?"

"Back to the office I guess. Unless you have a better idea?" she queried.

"Mmm, well, I can think of something we can do." Diane said in a suggestive voice.

"Whatever are you talk... you aren't suggesting, Diane Dayton! In the middle of the day?" Stephanie exclaimed.

"Why not? What does it matter what time of day it is? Or don't you want me?" Diane said.

"Oh Diane, you know I do! I can't believe I'm saying this but OK, let's head for home."

"Your wish is my command, oh mistress of pleasure!" Diane replied.

Stephanie blushed, "Diane, enough. You're embarrassing me!" she protested, but her smile betrayed her. Diane could tell she liked that. It seemed like an eternity before they were home. As soon as they were in the door, they were in each other's arms kissing each other with everything they had.

"Mmm, Mmm, Diane, I have to call the office." Stephanie said through their kisses.

"Why?" Diane whispered.

"I need to let them know I won't be in this afternoon."

"Why? Diane said as she began to nuzzle Stephanie's neck.

"Just so they won't, ooh Diane, won't worry! Oh Diane that feels so good."  Stephanie cried out.

"I'll bet it does!" Diane responded with a wicked grin.

"Diane! Let me call in first! Then we can have our fun." Stephanie pleaded.

"Umm, ok. But you had better hurry up, because I'm too horny to wait long!"

Stephanie blushed and walked over to the phone. She dialed the number for the Guardian.

"Daily Guardian, Miss Simonson's office. How may I help you?" Susan answered.

"Susan, it Stephanie."

"Oh, Miss Simonson. What can I do for you?"

"I'm taking the afternoon off! Nothing to worry about, just feel like a break."

"Alright, well I'll let everybody know."

"Thanks Susan. I knew I could count on you!"

"Anything you want, Stephanie. You know that!" she replied in a breathless whisper.

"OK, thanks Susan." Stephanie said and hung up the phone.

"Hmm, I think somebody has a crush on you!" Diane said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Susan is crazy for you! She wants you in the worst way! I can tell every time I see her watching you! You should see the look in her eyes!" Diane said.

"Hey, I thought it was me you were interested in!" Stephanie said, hoping to change the subject.

"Umm, so I am, my dear! Come here!" Diane pulled Stephanie to her and began kissing her and rubbing against her.

"Oh, Diane! Don't stop!" Stephanie moaned.

Slowly, Diane removed Stephanie's dress. It cascaded to the floor.  Diane sunk to her knees, lifted the bottom of Stephanie's slip and began to lick Steph's hot pussy. Stephanie moaned with a mixture of excitement and pleasure. Diane knew intimately every spot on Stephanie's body and how to pleasure her. Stephanie pulled Diane's head in tight to her pussy and started to cry out as she felt the first of what she knew were going to be many orgasms.

As Diane carried Stephanie to the bedroom in her arms, Stephanie remembered the first time they made love.

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It was about a week after her father's funeral. She was feeling as down as she had ever felt in her life. Diane was trying to comfort her. She had her head against Diane's chest as Diane stroked her hair. She lifted up her head and looked in Diane's eyes. Then she realized that she was feeling something for Diane. She could see Diane felt it too. For what seemed like an eternity, they looked into each other's eyes! Then Diane spoke, "Stephanie," she said.

"Yes?"

"I have to tell you something."

"What is it Diane?"

"I, I think I'm in love with you!"

"Oh, Diane!"

"If you never want to see me again I'll understand."

"Diane Dayton, shut up and listen to me. I love you too! I realize that now!"

"Oh Steph!" Diane said and took her in her arms. They began to kiss passionately! They felt the sexual hunger arise. Diane lifted Stephanie up and took her to her bedroom. She laid Stephanie upon the bed and began to undress her. Stephanie had never felt this kind of excitement before in her life.  Her breathing was becoming heavier as Diane helped her out of her clothes. Her dress, slip and shoes were all off. All that she was wearing were her nylon stockings. Her pink slit was moist and aroused.

Diane began stripping off her clothes. In but a few seconds, Diane was nude.  Stephanie could see her erect nipples. They were large, as were her ample breasts. Stephanie saw an almost predatory look in Diane's deep blue eyes.  They, and her incredibly long and shapely legs, were Diane's best features in Stephanie's opinion.

As Diane lay beside her, Stephanie put her arms around her and kissed her deeply and sensuously. Their tongues intertwined as they explored the passion that they shared.  Diane began to move her kisses down Stephanie's body, which caused her excitement to grow. As Diane's mouth seized upon Stephanie's nipple, she cried out with pleasure. Then Diane's fingers slipped into her pussy. This was almost too much for Stephanie. Cries of excitement escaped her lips as she felt the beginning of an orgasm coming on. It was like a wave beginning to build. It grew faster and more intense as Diane began to move her silky thighs against Stephanie's. Diane was feeling it too. They began to find their rhythm. Back and forth they went, bumping and grinding against each other.  They could feel the climax approaching. Then it hit them simultaneously, both women crying out in the throes of extreme passion.

"Ooh, Ohh My gaawwwd, Diane! Yes, oh gawd yes!" Stephanie cried out.

"Steph..a...nie! Ohh yeah, oh baby, yeah!" Diane cried as she climaxed.

Diane rolled over to Step's side, exhausted. "Oh Steph, that was wonderful!" she said.

"Oh Diane, that was the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me!"

She looked over at the raven-haired beauty by her side. "Oh Diane, I do love you with all my heart."

"I love you too Steph! I promised to take care of you and I will!" Diane took Stephanie's hand and smiled.

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Stephanie was returned to the present by a similar crescendo that was building within her. "Oh, oh, OH! Diane! Yes, YES!" She bucked wildly as she once again climaxed under Diane's touch. They kissed deeply and settled into each other's arms for the rest of the afternoon.

That night, after they had showered and cleaned up, Diane made a light dinner.

They had work to do tonight. They had to start checking for that blond-haired man Diane saw. She was sure he would lead them to this unknown X person.

It was dark before they were ready to set out. They never went out before dark. The chance of being seen was too great! It was 7:00 when they made their way through the secret passageway in the deserted building next door. With practiced ease, they changed their clothes and once again became The Midnight Angel and Goldie the Golden girl.

"Equipment check." Said Angel.

"Right. Sand capsules, check. Harpoon gun, check. Boot blade" she clicked her heels together and a steel blade popped out. She pressed the tip of the blade against the wall and reset the blade back in her boot. "Check. Flash bombs, check! Infrared contacts, check. Bullet proof fabric, big check! Breast Dagger, very check! Your turn, Angel!"

"Right, Blackout bombs, check. Boot blade" she repeated the same procedure as Goldie with her boot. "Check. Brass knuckles, check! Bullet proof costume, check. Shock gun, check. Let's go!"

They quickly took their seats in the Midnight Lady. First thing they did was buckle their safety belts. These had been specially made, as had the Lady herself. She was a very special vehicle. She was , to put it simply, a state-of-the-art crime fighting machine, complete with bullet proof glass and body, front and rear machine guns, smoke screen, and an oil slick. The lady also had infrared headlights as well as regular ones, and the windshield was specially treated to see the lights.

After checking the Lady's equipment, Angel nodded. Goldie held up a handheld remote and pressed a button. The floor began to sink as the elevator carried them to the secret tunnel. From there they exited in a remote alley and charged into the night!

For hours they scoured the city checking out tips that might lead them to their prey. Finally, around midnight, they rolled up to a deserted building in the industrial section of town. The quietly exited the Lady and crept up to the window. They were greeted by an unexpected sight. A figure wearing a grotesque mask and thick robes that concealed his identity. This was the unknown X! The mysterious new crime lord that was trying to take over the Metro City underworld! He was surrounded by henchman, all looking very dangerous and brandishing guns. Then they saw who was with them.

"Oh no!" Goldie whispered. "They got Starling!"

Sure enough, Jack Starling was bound and gagged. He was sitting on a wooden chair. He was gagged and very mad.

The Unknown X began to speak in a muffled voice. "I am becoming very weary of you and your paper, Mr. Starling. I had hoped when I disposed of your publisher last year, that would have been the end of the Guardian.  Unfortunately, that daughter of his has taken up where her father left off.  Well, after I dispose of you, I will take care of her!"

Both Goldie and Angel had become pale. When this monster had mentioned Jack Simonson, they realized that they had stumbled onto his killer. The person they had been searching for all this time. She felt the anger rise within her.

Angel grabbed her arm and whispered to her, "I know how you feel, but we have to do this by the numbers or not at all! Can you do it?"

With great effort, Goldie kept her anger in check. She nodded to Angel.

"What's the plan?"

"I'll go first with a blackout bomb and my shock gun. I'll keep them occupied while you free Starling!"

"Check! Ready when you are!"

"Ok, make your move when you think they are distracted enough!" With that she jumped through the window rolling and tossing a blackout bomb as she went.

Instantly the room was plunged into darkness. Angel put her infrared contact lenses in place. She drew her shock gun and began to fire away at her adversaries.

Goldie put in her contacts and jumped through the window. She made her way over to Starling and withdrew her breast dagger. She made short work of the ropes binding him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Don't ask questions, just get out of here and call the police." As she showed him the door, she slipped a pair of metal, black wings into his hand. He stumbled out the door. The darkness was beginning to lift. Angel was barely holding her own. With the darkness lifting, she was going to be at a disadvantage. She rushed over to help her partner. She laid into one of the thugs with a stunning flying kick to the shin.

"Hey! You miss me?" she said with a grin.

"Constantly!" Angel replied.

They continued the fight but soon were surrounded on all sides. "It doesn't look good, Angel."

"Yeah, well I bet these guys couldn't even hit us with a BB gun!" She placed a slight emphasis on the BB. The bad guys seemed to miss it, but Goldie picked it up immediately. In unison they clicked their heels together and released the razor sharp blades. They slid into their attackers, the blades slashing their legs. The Female furies were up and on their feet, twirling and slashing the rest of their opponents. Soon all that was left was their mysterious leader. The masked menace took off trying to escape, but a flying tackle from Goldie stopped him. It also dislodged the grotesque mask he was wearing and revealed quite a surprise.

"I don't believe it! He's a she!" Shouted Goldie in surprise.

Angel was speechless.

The beautiful blond woman stared at her with eyes as cold and lifeless as stone. "Why so surprised? After all, you are women too! Do you really think you are the only ones capable of leading? Of showing they are superior to men?"

"Hate to say it but she does have a point!" Angel said.

"It doesn't matter. You are going to jail for the murder of Jim Simonson! I hope you get the chair!" Goldie said. She was tempted to kill her right there, but she knew her father wouldn't have approved.

"I think I hear sirens. Let's wrap it up here and let the police handle it!"  Angel said.

Goldie nodded and tied up their opponent. "This will hold you for the police!"

"Only for a while. We will meet again! Just remember, Here comes trouble!"  She began to giggle insanely. They shook their heads and headed for the window, but not before Angel left their calling card.

They quickly got into the Lady and sped off just as the police were arriving.

They had one more place to go tonight! They made their way out to the cemetery. Once there the lady quietly crept along until they came to a certain spot. They got out, both of them wearing trench coats to avoid notice. They stopped at a grave. It was unremarkable, almost indistinguishable from all the others. The name on the headstone said Jim Simonson.

"You know, he could have easily had himself laid to rest in a big fancy family crypt, but he insisted on nothing fancy. That was so typical of him."  Stephanie said.

"Yeah, he never put himself above anyone else, even though most of the city looked up to him! He was a remarkable man." Diane replied.

Stephanie knelt on the grave and began to speak. The tears began to stream down her cheeks. Diane stood beside her, silently. "Daddy, it's me Stephanie!  We finally found the one who killed you Daddy! I promise to use the Guardian and it's resources to make sure she gets what's coming to her! It's finally over. I miss you Daddy, but Diane has been taking good care of me. I know you would approve. She loves me Daddy and I love her, but I think you knew that before we did! Don't worry about us, we will be just fine." She got up and let Diane escort her back to the Lady. Just as quietly as they came, they left.

"So, where do we go from here? We only did this mystery-man thing to bring Daddy's killer to justice. Do we keep on?" Stephanie asked.

"That is a question for another day, my love. It's late and we need our rest." Diane answered. Stephanie nodded her head in agreement as they headed for home.

THE END?

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