An inevitable confrontation

You quickly look Ultragirl up and down. She hovers about a metre above you, her long blonde hair floating behind her in the wind. Her unmistakable white-and-gold costume leaves no skin visible below her neck, but its skin-tight fit does nothing to hide her {if Futa==true}gorgeous figure. She's almost as tall and muscular as you,{else}phenomenal figure. She's as tall and muscular as an Amazon,{endif} yet there is a slenderness to her hourglass figure which is desperately sexy. Her face is flawless, a picture of symmetry with deep blue eyes and soft pink lips. Well, it would be flawless if she wasn't scowling at you.
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"On what charges?" you ask. In one corner of your eye you notice Asami pull out her laptop, and in the other Rachel running towards you, wearing her Black Swan mask.

"****. Over the last month you have been linked to the disappearances of multiple women. And we suspect you are capable of much worse, so you'll have to come with me. I'm afraid this isn't a negotiation."

"I understand," you smile. "But who said I would come quietly?"

The huge tree which Rachel had uprooted swings through the air like a baseball bat and slams into Ultragirl's back. With a deafening crack, two metres of solid wood shatter against her. The two remaining halves of the tree trunk continue on their path, slamming into GCHQ and shattering most of the windows, sending onlookers running for cover.

Ultragirl hadn't even moved.

Pivoting in mid-air, she scans the car park for the threat, and quickly locates Black Swan, who is using her telekinesis to hover at the same height. You watch, helpless on the ground as the superhero flies directly at your ****. Ultragirl dodges the first two cars thrown at her, but slams into the third. It instantly crumples into scrap as Ultragirl punches it towards Rachel, who has no time to react, the impact sending her flying into the tarmac.

You turn to your side. "Asami -"

"Yes {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," she says, furiously typing at her laptop. "I believe I have a solution but I need another minute."

You nod, tensing as you notice several guards pouring out of the GCHQ entrance, weapons drawn. Jessica swings into action, the XX league agent drawing a concealed pistol and firing six times. Red holes appear in the guards' heads, as they fall to the ground. You turn your attention back to the super-powered fight.

It's not going well. Rachel flees, trying to draw Ultragirl as far away from her {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} as she can, but it's futile. The superhero is much faster than her, and simply shrugs off the cars that Rachel continues to fling at her with telekinesis. Ultragirl finally grabs Rachel's arm, pulling the two girls close, before delivering a precisely weighted punch to her head. Rachel drops the remaining two metres to the ground, and tumbles into a wall, which she hits with a sickening crack.

Ultragirl looks at her for a moment, then shoots towards you like a bullet. Jessica fires a couple of shots at her, but the slugs bounce off the superhero harmlessly. A second later she has her hands hooked under your armpits, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

"Don't struggle. There's no point and I might drop you," she says to you coldly. You glance back at her face, hoping to see some sign of the effects of the high dose of pheromones she is now breathing in, but there's nothing.

"Let {if Futa==true}her{else}him{endif} go or I launch the nukes."

"The what?" Ultragirl laughs, turning to the petite Japanese girl, who is hovering a finger over a key on her laptop.

"I have targeted Trident II D-5 missiles at London, New York, Beijing, Moscow and Tokyo. I have bypassed HMS Vanguard's launch confirmation and disabled manual lockouts. I press this button and I start nuclear war."

"That's not even possible, for so many reasons," snorts Ultragirl.

"The current command code is bravo-epsilon-omega-two-five-zero-zero," says Asami calmly. "I could target another missile at your family home in Cornwall if you wish to call my bluff."

Ultragirl floats towards her, but stops as IQ's finger drops a millimetre closer to the button. "You wouldn't."

"To save my {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}? I would do anything."

You watch Ultragirl as she stares at the Japanese girl, evidently weighing up whether she could cross the distance in time. "What do you want me to do," she says stiffly, placing you back on your feet.

"Stay here, and don't try to follow us," you say. "If we see you anywhere in the sky, IQ will fire one of them. Cornwall sounds like a good first target."

"For how long?" She speaks through gritted teeth, hands balled into fists.

You glance at Asami. "They should be able to disable my access in about half an hour," she explains to the blonde. "I suggest you wait until then."

Ultragirl fumes as you, Asami and Jessica walk to the Aston Martin and get in. You keep your eyes on her as Jessica drives over to pick up Rachel. Once the girl's limp body is draped over your lap, the four of you drive away, the heroine helpless to do anything but watch.