There is a New Villainess in Town
© 2011 by: Mr. David R. Dorrycott
Chapter Twelve
A news report of her latest adventure was running on the television while Fluffball made her dinner. Perversely the local media had become enamored with the ‘aliens’ activities. So much so that the reporter who’s job it was to follow super hero activities was spending his entire three minute timeslot on Fluffball herself. He was, Rebecca realized, apparently enamored by her, if not her actions. She listened as her roast beef stew cooked in the little pressure cooker she had been given.
“...has proven herself to be a non-violent criminal” the reporter was saying. “While we are well acquainted by the activities of previous super-criminals such as Captain Obvious and Miss Mythifier, to date not one victim of this propertied alien cat has been seriously harmed. Her actions to date, though fully criminal, seem aimed more at embarrassing our cities heros than causing them harm.”
“George, what is the truth about Captain Fluffball’s claims to being from another planet” the current anchor asked. It was an in-studio report Rebecca noted, not that usual for this reporter.
Looking to the camera George answered. “Paul, I’ve talked to the military and their answer is, it isn’t possible. NASA claims that no alien craft could possibly approach Earth without being detected and that in any case the possibility of an alien race visiting Earth is impossible due to the laws of Physics.”
“In short, their stonewalling” the anchor suggested.
“I don’t know that Paul” George answered. “Their reasoning seemed firm enough and you know my degree is in Journalism not Physics and NASA is standing on Physics as proof that nothing can go faster than light. This could be just another mutant claiming to be from another planet. As you recall, The Colonel claimed to be from another world only to be proved to be from Hoboken, Georgia.”
“What about these weapons Captain Fluffball... wait a moment. No, I want to follow this, tell Sandra she can just wait. Right. Okay George, as I was asking, what about these weapons that Captain Fluffball is using, and why that name. Its rather strange isn’t it?”
“Paul, my sources state that all the hand weapons used so far are based on polymers of a kind not known on Earth. They are close to those used in our manufacturing but nothing known to current science yet they have been easily reproduced. A simple formula change that we should have thought of ourselves.”
“And the name?”
Paul shrugged. “Captain Zoom, Captain Obvious, the team Lady and the Tramp, Bouncing Boy. Paul, people choose strange names because they are strange. Take John Wayne’s real first name for example, Marion or Humphrey Bogart. The only way we can find out is if she allows an interview and you remember what normally happens when a villain allows an interview.”
“I see, well thank you George. Now we go to Sandra at the Newark Liberty Airport where they are opening the new concourse. Sandra?”
Rebecca turned off the little television, thinking about that suggestion of an interview. It was possible, but as the reporter had indicated the last few interviews with villain’s had ended up with heros breaking in to ‘arrest’ the villain. Twice the reporter had been badly injured by over eager heros whom he had then sued, quite successfully.
She was still thinking over the idea when her phone rang, that alone pulled her out of her thoughts as her phone was numberless, meaning that you could dial every possible number and never connect. It existed for only two reasons, for her to contact her handlers and for them to contact her. Hurrying over to the device she withdrew it from its special cradle. “Yes” she asked upon answering.
“You have got to be kidding me’ a well known female voice said in answer. “Your on television and not painted the dark evil villainess that needs to be gutted, them mounted as a display in City Hall?”
“Hello to you too Pat. How are you and your handsome husband today.”
“Doing fine thank you and we miss you for Friday night monster movies and weekend Champions games. When will you be visiting?”
Rebecca laughed. “Pat, I just got here four months ago. It’s going to be twenty, thirty centuries before they left me out of here.”
“Maybe we can arrange something then, even villains need a vacation. Say, did you know that there are three Yahoo fan groups for you? And at least sixty pieces of really hentai art on FurAffinity?”
“Two things Pat, I don’t have internet access and two, what is FurAffinity?”
“It’s a website for furry people. Art, stories and stuff. You really ought to find a way to access the web from your place, maybe spoof someone’s wifi?”
“Pat, I don’t have time to surf the web more than hunt the information that I need, besides I’ve been too busy just setting up. Hang on a minute” she continued when the timer went off. Walking over to her induction stove she turned it off, now to wait while her food cooled to a bearable temperature.
“What’s cooking” Pat asked suddenly.
“Roast beef and stew” Rebecca answered after walking away from the oven. “So, since your on the phone I have an idea. I want to give an interview to a reporter, can you have research check on him for me?”
“Hang on, let me get a pen and paper.” There was a sound of rummaging, then Pat gave the okay.
“WABC, George Randall. He is their supers reporter. His last few supposed secret interviews were broken up by heros. I like him, but it sounds fishy to me and I’m not ready for my first stint in jail yet.”
“Got it, Becky, I don’t like the image of you in a jail cell.”
“Then dump your husband and marry me, we’ll settle on some Pacific island and grow old together.”
Laughter answered her, it would be impossible for Pat to divorce her husband for Rebecca. First the younger feline was deeply in love with her husband and second she had no interest in women in her bed. “Right, and exactly how will we pay for all this?”
Rebecca managed a credible gasp of surprise. “You... Pat. You mean to tell me that your not incredibly wealthy?”
“Incredibly sexy yes, wealthy? Your talking to the wrong woman. I’ve got an answer from research about your boy.”
“That was fast.”
“Research is open full staff twenty-four seven and it is one pm. Okay, your right about the attacks. Popular rumor is that his last producer was ratting him out, which was why he was fired. Truth is Professor Q has illegally bugged everything he can that’s anywhere near Randall. They suggest that you arrange someplace Randall has never been and tell him to leave his electronics at home. You still have those jammers right?”
“Plenty of them, but I’m running short of sleep bombs and sensors. Can you get a few sent my way? They only gave me thirty of each to start.”
“Will do. Look Rebecca? We really do miss you so come visit home safe soon.”
“See what I can do. Bye lover.”
“Bye you sex crazed villainess” Pat answered before hanging up.
Setting her phone back into its charging cradle Rebecca started to plan. Finding a place was easy thanks to the research done by her controllers agents. Removing a specially made book containing a huge number of abandoned properties in New York State the feline-morph started flipping through the city lists. After a while she smiled. ‘Yes’ she thought as she read. ‘The old Seaview Hospital on Staten Island would do.’ Getting there would be half the problem, the other half would be getting that reporter to show up. For getting there though she would just borrow a small boat for tonight. It would also limit the number of hero’s who could crash the party to a manageable handful, five to be exact. Two could fly, one could run fast enough over the water while the other two had aircraft of one kind or another. Five she might be able to handle at night, seeing as her own natural, or unnatural night sight made night almost as brilliant as daytime. But first, her meal.