Withdrawals Are For Banks Not Hospitals

Downstairs in All Souls Memorial Hospital's Storage Department the head of the department Mark Jensen was still reeling from his over the phone encounter with Dr. Kelsey., "What The Fuck Was Her Problem? Never In My Life Have I Been So Insulted... and I'm Not Even At Fault!"

Mark decided to just chock it up to mood swings and move on. He was about to head home for the night when a loud noise alerted him to something not quite right... It was like the crack of thunder at ground level. Mark winced, covering his ears with his hands. Because of the disorientation from the loud burst of sound and the ringing in his ears he was a little too slow to react when the heavy metal door to the section he was in crumpled and was ripped from its mounts, flying into the room with bone-shattering ****. He tried to dodge it but collided with his shoulder as he tried to avoid the dangerous hunk of twisted metal, practically destroying his arm and shoulder not to mention breaking several ribs and fracturing his hip after rag-dolling him across the room.

Mark didn't even have a chance to find out what happened before he passed out.

The lights in the room had shattered from the **** of the door being ripped from its reinforced hinges but some light filtered in from the room outside as a leather-clad form appeared... The form was definitely Female judging from 'Her' curves, She was a little taller than average... Maybe five nine and had blue hair.

"Oy! What The Fuck Is Wrong With You?," Came a cheerful sounding if annoyed Male voice with a smooth European Accent. The owner of the voice shoved their way into the room, having to bend down in order to enter.

"Hey Don't Push Me George or I'll paint this room with you!," The blue-haired Woman from before hissed.

"Sure Thing Love! Why don't you just try and she what happens...," Said the Exceptionally Tall Man with a wide smile on his purple-tinted face, his red eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim light., "We should've never brought a dumb cunt like you along. Every alarm in the place must be going crazy. The last thing we need is to call attention to ourselves... Why do you think we brought The Cajun with us you brainless twat?"

The blue-haired Woman didn't seem to take George's less than flattering criticism very well as she stepped forward and prepared to slam her hands together before being stopped by a hand on her shoulder from somewhere behind her., "That's quite enough Mon Ami a teef you ain't but then again that's why I'm here. The polis will be here any second so let's get what we came for and high tail it.," Said a soft, melodious southern accent before another Woman stepped into the room. She had dark black eyes with red irises that gave off a calming glow. She was dressed in a rather unique form-fitting type of body armor consisting of Magenta-colored torso armor that left her toned midriff exposed, a deceptively thin-looking cowl that protected her entire neck and throat as well as most of the head with the exception the crown and her face. She also wore a pair of black pants accented with magenta stripes along with partially fingerless gloves, blue knee-high metallic boots and a calf-length brown trench coat.

While a bit shorter than the blue-haired Woman, the third and final member of this odd group was perhaps even more intimidating, carrying herself with an almost unnatural level of confidence and grace.

"Yeah listen to her Arclight... If I wanted to destroy the place I would've brought along Slab or Ruckus.," George chimed in., "If our Mistress finds out we're doing jobs on the side she'll reduce us to protoplasmic sludge and flush all three of us down the drain."

"Why are we risking our lives for that Blue Bitch anyway?," Arclight asked with genuine curiosity in her voice.

"Because she's paying us a bleedin' mint to retrieve the sample set of some bloke named Cross... apparently alot of people have been watching him for sometime and are quite interested in his potential."

"If that's true then The Mistress will also be interest...," Arclight offered before being cut off by George., "That's why we have to be quick and quiet you slap happy tart."

Arclight was about to protest when the brunette wearing body armor stepped past her.

"Now if the explanations are out of the way...," George turned from Arclight and addressed the other Woman., "Do your thing."

"Laissez les bon temps rouler!," The trench coated beauty said heading directly over to the imposing looking sample vault.

"Hey!," Arclight asked, tapping George on the shoulder., "Are you sure Frenchie over there can pull this off... Some Hospital Vaults are more secure than those used in banks. I can do it myself and alot quicker too."

"Damnit Arclight!.," George began to argue.

"Finished!," The Southern Beauty stated, sashaying over to where George and Arclight stood with their mouths gaping open though the nearly ten foot tall George had his equally bewildered partner beat since his bottom jaw actually did literally hit the floor.

"How did you...?," Arclight asked, still in shock while George picked his jaw up off the floor.

"A teef born and bred. I was trained by the very best petit. This is what I do.," The Cajun beauty stated, giving Arclight a disarming smile.

George's momentary shock having passed quickly upon realizing that they could get what they came for, get the hell out, and get paid he bounded across the room, changing shape every couple of steps... sometimes bouncing like a rubber ball and other times splashing across the floor like purple tar. George resumed his humanoid form, coalescing in front of the open vault in a purple tsunami and inspecting it he found all of the locks, security circuits, and back-up systems disabled.

Calling over his shoulder George congratulated the thief on a job well done., "I knew it would be worth giving you the bigger share."

"Whaaat?!," Arclight demanded., "Why is this French swamp rat getting the bigger share?"

George looked behind him., "Oy could you have opened this door without destroying our payday you stupid tart?"

Arclight was quiet.

"That's why now shut it and lets get what we came for."

Arclight was spoiling for a fight now and the obnoxious smile on The Cajun's annoyingly perfect face wasn't exactly improving her mood.

George smiled toothily before reaching into his chest, the flesh and black fabric of his shirt rippling like muddy water as his hand disappeared beneath the surface before emerging again with a small metallic-looking black and gray case in hand. George sat the case down and opened it. The case clicked open with a hiss and a white fog billowed out of it. The interior contained slats designed for laboratory slides.

"Damnit!," George bellowed as he began putting the slides in the case.

"WHAT?!," Arclight asked, taking a step forward., "What's The Matter?!"

"Some of the samples are missing."

Arclight looked at The Cajun Beauty accusingly but she just shrugged and gave her a winning smile before saying., "Don't look at me petit. This is a hospital after all and according to Mystique the boy was in for tests earlier today. They probably removed some for the tests."

"If that's true and you didn't take them...," Arclight turned to face the team's Thief while cracking her knuckles, causing the room to shake., "... Then there is one sure way to find out."

Arclight approached the thief, a rather nasty look on her otherwise beautiful face but stopped dead in her tracks as the thief pulled a deck of cards from the inside of her trench coat's breast pocket and held one up, seconds later the card was enveloped in a pink flame that emitted a high-pitched whine.

"If you want to get me outta deez clothes cher then at least buy me dinner first.," The Cajun stated with a smile, giving Arclight a saucy wink., "Otherwise back off before tings turn nasty for you."

"I don't even know why we brought you along me and George could have pulled this off without you.," Arclight hissed.

"Sure.," The thief whispered sarcastically, the card in her hand glowing brighter., "If it weren't for me disabling the perimeter security alarms we wouldn't have even been able to sneak in here and if it weren't for me security would already be swarming all over us to say nothin' of the cops so... tell me who doesn't need who?"

Arclight looked like she was going to push the matter when George smacked the back of her head., "Enough you two... We have what we came for. It might be a little less than we were told but our payment will still be the same so lets go!"

"What about him?," Arclight asked, gesturing to the still **** department head lying on the floor.

"Leave'em!," George snapped., "He didn't see anything so lets not make more work for ourselves."

George closed the sample case and placed it back inside his chest with a loud splash before turning to Arclight and the mysterious thief., "Let's Go Ladies!"

The three hurried out of the room with George saying., "I'll be glad when this little caper is over. Listening to you two bicker like a couple'a old hens is getting on my nerves. Gods, I could use a cup of Earl Grey."

Somewhere In The Middle East...

After giving her report to The Mandarin, The Mandarin's Daughter retired to her quarters to freshen up and get ready for bed. She silently greeted the guards and entered her quarters and didn't waste any time stripping out of her skin tight armor, revealing her soft, creamy features. She was in a word perfect... She gave one the impression of a delicate porcelain statue that had been meticulously crafted by the exquisite hand of a Master, her long flowing black hair shining like polished steel, her soft, full lips red as blood and her brilliant green eyes shining like Emeralds as she moved through the room to her private bath. The water was still hot with steam billowing off its unbroken surface as rose petals stared up at her approaching form like a thousand precious rubies, the bouquet of scented oils filling the room and bringing instant relaxation to tired muscles.

The Mandarin's Daughter slipped into the water with a sigh and sank beneath the surface up to her neck, the crystal clear water acting like a magnifying glass to highlight her incredible body. She reached over to a nearby tray and removed an exquisitely cut crystal decanter and poured some of its contents in to a glass on the tray before setting the decanter down and drinking from the glass. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, and hummed with satisfaction. No matter how she tried to analyze it she had seen some unusual things and that is even after taking into account that she was nearly twenty and had been trained almost since birth to take over her Mother's place one day as The New Mandarin. She had seen and done things that most people in the the so-called civilized world couldn't even imagine let alone fathom but the events she had witnessed tonight while accompanying her Mentor on what was supposed to be a simple mission topped everything else.

"Could He Be "The One" Mother Thinks He Is?," The Mandarin's Daughter wondered while remembering the fight she had witnessed between Aaron and Lady Shiva., "I've Never Seen Anyone Match Mistress Shiva So Expertly... His Movements and The Precision With Which He Carried Them Out Were Almost Mechanical Like A Machine Performing A Pre-Programmed Sequence. What's More He Seemed Injured So Assuming Diminished Capacity His Abilities Might Actually Exceed Those of Mistress Shiva... Which Should Be Impossible For One So Young Even If He Were Significantly Enhanced... Even I Can't Do That and I Have Been Personally Trained By My Mistress Since Childhood."

The Mandarin's Daughter remembered each and every move Aaron had made and she wondered what kind of training he must have underwent to develop such a refined and precise level of technique. Of course, she recognized that it wasn't simply a matter of skill or technique but also of will which would have been necessary to **** his body however well-trained or enhanced to perform at such a high level for so long. Then she remembered the incident that clearly demonstrated his strength of will and... that was his slow, methodical **** of Kassim. He seemed **** at first to commit to such a means of extracting information then as if a switch had been flipped all emotion disappeared from his voice and facial expressions even his body language changed, almost as if he had swapped places with someone else.

She also took note during the interrogation of his cruelty, seemingly feigning further **** by repeatedly asking Kassim not to **** him to escalate or by promising to get him medical treatment and release him if Kassim just told him what he wanted to know. To her it was quite obvious that he was lying, Aaron's every action and word were calculated to the highest degree to not only apply pressure to Kassim physically but psychologically and he no doubt would have broken given more time., "If My Mistress Hadn't Intervened When She Did It Is Almost Certain Kassim Would Have Given In."

Kassim's horrible screams still filled her ears as Aaron put The Ractor to use in loosening his tongue but most disturbing out of everything was 'The Wolf.' She couldn't decide whether it was some kind of illusion or if it was real but it left an impression on her whether it was real or not. The Wolf appeared seemingly from nowhere which made her write it off as some kind of trick at first. It appeared a few dozen feet away from Aaron and Kassim, materializing as if from another dimension as the air rippled and distorted, crackling with electricity and The Wolf stepped out of nowhere. It was large and formidably muscled with long messy black fur, blood red eyes, and its lower jaw dangled loosely under its head while its long and hideous tongue hung limply from its mouth.

She remembered the chill she felt while she was checking Kassim and treating his injures when she saw the pool of blood where The Wolf had stood and the enormous paw prints left in blood on the pavement.

A Loud moan alerted her to the presence of another person in the room with her, Her eyes snapped open and she looked around but didn't see anyone. A second later, another moan could be heard along with the splashing of water. She looked down to see a hand, her own hand between her legs. That's when she realized that the passionate moaning was coming not from another person but from her. She had apparently been masturbating since she slipped into the bath and even with that realization her fingers did not slow or stop in their persistent march toward her impending orgasm.

"Oooooh!," She cried, tossing her head back and trashing around in the water as her climax surged through her like a screaming bullet train, waves of heat washed over her, and an image of Aaron's broad shoulders and handsome face flashed before her eyes as her orgasm hit her like a bomb.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!," Screamed The Mandarin's Daughter, arching her back and thrusting her hips frantically as her fingers pushed deeper and her entire body convulsed in ecstasy., "Oh! Oh! Uuuh! AAAAH!"

It was a few minutes before she regained consciousness after her huge climax and she struggled to catch her breath.

"Mother Is Right... I Think This Boy and I Should Meet and... Soon.," Thought The Mandarin's Daughter as she pinched her still very hard nipples, letting out a soft whimper as one hand again sunk beneath the water., "Oooh Aaron!"