Anna saw that she had four missed calls from Macy when she got back to her car. She slid behind the wheel, slouching into the seat with a sigh.  A quick glance into the mirror showed that the gag had left a faint impression across her cheeks.  That explains the stares she got on the way back to the parking garage, she thought, rubbing her sore mouth and cheeks.  Stupid LC.

"What's up Macy," she said, calling back her adoptive sister.  

"Hey, how'd it go with the LC?" Macy's bubbly voice answered.  

Anna groaned.  "I don't want to talk about."

"That bad?" Macy asked.

"I might tell you about it later.  Suffice to say they're not going to help.  What have you got?" she asked, putting the keys in and starting up her beat up Corolla.  Macy had been attending meetings with the lawyers and their potential clients for the suit against Siren.

"Well, more crazies blaming you for everything bad they've ever done, you know, the usual.  Get this; some nut job is saying you made him mail naked pictures of himself to the city council.  They were surprisingly tasteful."

"Macy, I don't care.  I'm this city's scapegoat right now, please tell me you have anything that will help me shed that role."

"I was getting to that," Macy said, exasperated.  "You really have had a shitty day, haven't you?"

Anna backed out of the parking spot, driving out of the garage.  "I have.  Please, Macy, tell me you have some good news."

"As a matter of fact, I do.  As I was saying, the meeting was a bust, but afterwards, I was doing a little snooping."

Anna slammed on her breaks at the edge of the garage.

"Macy, I told you to just go to the meetings, not do anything stupid."

"Relax, I just hid under a table.  Do you want to know what I found out or not?"

"I'm sorry, just, be careful.  It's bad enough that I've got you involved at all."

Macy laughed.  "I'm like the only person there who actually has had your powers impact their life.  Ooh, I should bring my dad.  He still refers to you as 'the terrorist.'  He'd love to come and vent."

"Please don't."

"Nah.  But anyways, a few guys showed up after the meeting.  Those lawyers have a plan, but if you stop it, it would seriously give you the upper hand.  You may be able to stop the lawsuit altogether."

A smile spread across Anna's face for the first time that day.  She pulled out of the garage into the street, heading home.  "Tell me everything Macy."



Macy hung up her phone, dropping it onto the kitchen counter.  She stood in just her sexy lingerie, a lacy black matching bra and panty set with white frills and bows.  She ruffled her short brunette bob, and turned back to the bedroom.

“Sorry to leave you waiting,” she said as she swung open the bedroom door.  On her bed, Ellen craned her neck to look up at her, frowning around the red bandana pulled between her teeth.  

“Uuur ifffer?” she asked, pulling lightly on the soft leather restraints holding her spread-eagle to the bed.  She was wearing a leather vest, spread open to leave her generous breasts exposed, her pink nipples hard and excited, and a pair of assless leather chaps, her bald pussy on full display.  Her black hair was pulled into short pigtails, and a cowboy hat lay on the pillow next to her.

“Yeah, that was my sister, but don’t worry about her.  Now, little cowgirl,” Macy said, climbing up onto the bed, walking on her knees across the mattress until she was between her lover’s legs.  “Where were we?”



Anna slammed on her breaks, her old Toyota coming within inches of the wall of the alley as she sped into the parking spot.  She rolled out of the car, still fumbling to get the seatbelt untangled from herself as she bolted for the trunk.  She’d managed to persuade two cops not to give her a ticket as she barreled down the highway at a cool 90, pushing her car to its limits.  Even still, she was running late if she wanted to step in and stop the lawyers’ plan.  Luckily, she had her costume in the trunk, and after finding the trunk still locked, she ducked back into the driver’s seat, fumbling around for the trunk access latch.

She threw open the trunk while unbuttoning her jeans in the alley.  She was distracted, shimmying out her tight pants as a couple of guys walked into the alley.  

“Damn,” one of them said, pointing for his buddies at the redhead bent over behind the car, her beige panty clad ass on full display as she bent over, unlacing her shoes.

Anna stood up, blushing as she heard the kids.  “Get lost,” she told them.  “And forget what you saw here.”

They scattered, and she went back to changing, pulling on her armored leggings and then her skirt and boots.  She pulled her shirt off, donning her top and then buttoned on her vest.  She pulled on her mask, going to her side view mirror to make sure it was on straight as well as her wig which she put on last, finishing her transformation into Siren.  She chucked her clothes into the trunk.

She ducked back into the driver’s seat, checking the time.  The clock on the dash read 11:42.  She was running late, but if she hurried, she should still be on time to stop the lawyers from their crazy plans.  And if she wasn’t right on time, well, that was all right by her.

She slammed her car door, locking it up and tucking the keys her vest pocket before taking a running jump to fire escape on the side of the alley.  She caught the bottom rung, pulling herself up and onto the ladder in one fluid motion, a testament to her training with Tyrese.  The redhead ascended the fire escaping, lighting on the roof.  She took off into a sprint, jumping off the edge of the roof, landing in a roll on the next roof, popping up and taking off again, planning her route as she went.

She was only two blocks from the law office of Hamilton and Thomas.  Siren crouched on the edge of the coffee shop roof next door, catching her breath.  A light was on in one of the back windows, shadows of figures moving about inside playing across the glass.  Siren turned and dropped off the edge of the building, catching the edge to slow her fall, and then dropping to the ground, landing softly on the sidewalk.  

The door to the law office was broken in.  Siren eased the door open, grimacing as it’s bent hinges squeaked in protest.  She slipped inside, finding the front lobby empty.  She tiptoed across the room to the back offices.  The door was cracked, and she peered inside.

Four men in black paced the room, while another man and a women sat, tied to leather office chairs.  Siren recognized the two captives immediately.  Rebecca Hamilton and Dwayne Thomas, the lawyers mounting the suit against her.  Siren scanned the ceiling, spotting the security camera, left intentionally alone, the crafted scene unfolding under it perfectly captured.  She crept closer to the door, listening to their plan unfold.

“You can’t do this,” Rebecca said.  Siren noted the professional looking brunette was a pretty decent actress, sounding genuinely scared, but then as Rebecca lowered her head, she saw the bruise on the lawyer’s cheek.  Maybe their plan had already gotten a little out of hand.

“We have to.  Siren is making us,” one of the thugs said.  He would not be winning any awards for his flat performance.

“She wants you to stop the class action suit against her, and until you do, she’s going to keep sending people to rough you up,” another one said.  Siren rolled her eyes; he sounded like he was reciting lines for a middle school play.

Another one walked behind Rebecca, leaning over her, his hand sliding down her neck while she cringed, copping a feel through her blouse.

“Hey, that’s enough,” Dwayne said, pulling against his restraints.  The fourth thug walked over, punching him across the jaw.

“Shut up,” he said, rubbing his fist.  “Siren told us to do whatever we wanted,” he said, a smile breaking out across his scarred face.

This seemed to loosen up the others, suddenly realizing their newfound carte blanche.  These lawyers that had paid them to rough them up were the very lawyers encouraging an entire city to blame all of their actions on Siren.  The irony was not lost on anyone.

The redheaded heroine had seen enough.  She kicked the door open, standing in the frame, hands on her hips.  “You’re free to do whatever you want, but I didn’t tell you you could, and don’t think I’m going to let you get away with it.”

All six of the room’s occupants stared at her, wide eyed and slack jawed in surprise.

“What, you didn’t think that the Super Heroine you’re trying to frame might actually show up to stop a crime?” Siren asked.

The thugs looked from her to the lawyers, unsure of what to do.

“If you’re waiting for me to tell you do something, don’t bother.  I don’t need to tell you lot to do anything.”  She strode into the room.

The thug closest to her finally decided to take action, rushing Siren.  She ducked under his grasping arms, elbowing him hard in the gut and bringing her knee up into his face as he doubled over, dropping him.

“You all going to keep coming at me one at a time, or are you going to give me a challenge?” she asked.

They rose to her challenge, all three rushing her.  Siren pulled her baton out from her belt, extending the blunt weapon, lashing out at the closest thug.  He brought his arms up, protecting his face but still exposing his arms to a very painful blow.  Siren followed up with a powerful kick to his kneecap, spinning and dealing a roundhouse to the second thug.  The third got behind her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hold.  She threw her head back, smashing into his nose.  She brought her legs up, kicking one of the thugs who was coming at her, slamming her and the goon holding her into the wall.  He loosened his grip, and she slipped from his grasp.  She dropped to the ground, cracking her baton across the bridge of his foot, sending him hopping away in pain.

One of them tackled her, sending her baton spinning away, pinning her to the floor.  “You’ve got quite a bit of fight to you,” the thug on top of her said, adjusting his grip on her arms, holding them above her head.  

Siren thrashed about, but his holds were solid, and he had a good seventy pounds on the girl he was sitting on.  She was determined not to tell him to do anything, but she may have no choice.  The two lawyers were watching, torn between wanting her to save them from the goons they had less control over than they thought, and wanting her to slip up, giving them documented evidence of her power to control people.

“Stop them, Siren,” Rebecca said.  “Do whatever you have to.”

“Wasn’t waiting on your permission,” Siren grunted.  She threw her hands out wider, and as the thug on top of her did them same to maintain his grip, forcing him to lean in close, she head butted him hard in the chin.  Reeling and curing in pain, he released her wrists, and she rolled him off of her, leaping to her feet.  Two of the other thugs were already back up, waiting for her.  She ran at them, dropping to the floor and sliding between one of the legs at the last minute, hitting him in the back of the knees, dropping him.  She kipped up, blocking the other one’s punches and finishing him off with a swift kick to the chest.

Dwayne and Rebecca stared at her; half worried she would turn on them next.  And part of her really wanted to.  They were making her life hell.  

Her fists slowly unclenched, and her gaze softened.  “Let’s get one thing straight,” she said, coming over to untie the two lawyers.  “I’m not going to make you drop the lawsuit against me.  And I sure as hell would never send these goons to try and get you to stop.”  She finished untying the ropes, something else she was practicing and getting pretty good at.

Rebecca and Dwayne rubbed their wrists, looking at Siren mistrustfully.  “How do we know this wasn’t a set up by you, so you could come and look like a hero?” Dwayne asked.

“I’m no lawyer, but I’m pretty sure these guys would roll on you so fast it would make your head spin.  Do you side with the shady lawyers who paid you to assault and threaten them, or the Super Heroine who kicked your ass, and will do it again if she has to?”

“So you’re just a common vigilante now, beating up people who get in your way?” Rebecca spat.

“No.  I don’t need my powers to make chumps like these surrender.  But if I can stop some madman from setting off a bomb, or a murderer from killing someone, I’m going to do it.  I don’t have the time or interest to go around telling random people to, for instance, mail naked pictures of themselves to city council, and you’re worse than me for entertaining these nut jobs.  If I cross a line with my powers, I fully expect to have to answer for it, but not to you two.  You two are clowns, and all you’re doing is getting in the way of peace and justice.”

“We’re not going to stop.  You may not think you’ve crossed the line yet, but you will,” Dwayne said, getting up.  He stood almost a head taller than Siren, but even forcing her to look up at him didn’t give him the feeling of superiority he was going for.

“That’s not how the law works, and you of all people should know that.  And this,” she gestured at the thugs lying crumpled on the floor, “is not how to prove I shouldn’t be allowed to operate.  You’re a disgrace to your profession.”

“You think you’re doing good, but you’re not.  Every time a Super Hero moves into a city, trouble follows.  No matter how much good you do, it won’t outweigh the damage you’re responsible for.  Since you brought down Joey Digeorgio, other gangs are warring for the city.  And now there’s all that weird shit going on down at the bay.  Bristol doesn’t need a Super Hero,” Rebecca said, getting up and standing next to her partner.  She was shorter than Siren, but she at least managed to strike a more confident pose.

“Now you’re just trying to justify your stupid actions.  Good luck with that, and all of this,” she again gestured to the mess of the office.  “I’ve got a city to protect.”

Siren turned, walking out of the office.  She was pretty pleased with had it all had shaken out.  She never really expected the lawyers to drop to their knees and apologize and promise to drop their stupid lawsuit.  But their stupid plan had been foiled, and none of their footage attempting to frame Siren for sending those four idiots useable.  They might work up the nerve to try something else, but she was pretty confident she had bought herself some time.

She walked outside, allowing a thin smile pursing her lips.  This had actually been rather productive, showing her exactly what she was up against.  They couldn’t really have anything on her if they were desperate enough to resort to hiring goons to help frame her.  She had been more worried about it than she needed to be.  Definitely not worried enough to force four idiots to rough up two stupid lawyers.

“Ow,” Siren said as she felt a prick in her neck.  She reached up, pulling out a small dart.  The dart swam in her vision.

“Shit,” she said, her voice already slurring as her legs wobbled beneath her.  She collapsed, unconscious even before she hit the sidewalk.