Taking down Girl 2.0

You look down at the abandoned church. "And you're certain she's in there?"

"Yes, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}," nods Asami, tapping at her tablet. "I have CCTV footage of her entering, and we have an XX League agent inside who has confirmed her presence."

"Finally," you murmur. "Signal to the girls; ready for plan omega."

It's taken almost a fortnight to track down Girl 2.0. After that memorable night with Artemis and Phantom, you cleaned them up and sent them home. Missfire, Black Swan and the contortionist had returned from a successful mission, only to insist upon giving you a foursome as an apology for leaving you ****. Of course, you're never truly ****, but you accepted their apology all the same.

Humanity 2.0's guerrilla strategies had made it hard to pin down their leaders; Girl 2.0's enhanced intelligence allowed her to stay one step ahead of IQ - for a short while. With the combination of data from Echo, IQ's digital wizardry, and infiltration by the XX League, you've finally traced them to this crumbling boarded-up church in north London. IQ tells you that despite the run-down exterior, you're actually looking at the site of a rally, an effort to recruit more mutants to Humanity 2.0's cause. Thanks to the wave of disorder triggered by the war between Humanity 2.0 and S.P.E.R.M., discrimination and **** against mutants has risen to an all-time high. You're not surprised Humanity 2.0 is recruiting - with mutants feeling more and more persecuted, and Humanity 2.0's numbers depleted, seeking to widen their reach is only logical.

"Lookouts positioned in the west doorway, second and third south-facing windows, bushes on the east and north boundaries, and two in the tower," whispers IQ, looking through a pair of high-tech binoculars. You settle down, flicking on the scope of your sniper rifle. The infra-red image shows silhouettes ready with weapons, where previously nothing had been visible. "Position beta, target windows and doorway. Position gamma, target bushes. Position alpha -" the Japanese turns to you with a small smile. "Target tower. Fire when ready."

Your rifle coughs twice, and you watch the figures crumple to the ground in the tower. On other rooftops surrounding the church, two XX League agents take out the rest of the lookouts with deadly precision. Or at least, it would have been deadly had they not been firing tranquiliser/pheromone darts.

"All lookouts neutralised," confirms Asami.

"Phase two is go," you order. "Black Swan, Contortionist - let's flush out their defences."

Rachel quickly levitates you down from your perch, until you stand next to her and the Contortionist.

"How do I look, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}?"

You turn to Sara. No longer is she a seductive Latina, instead wearing the ice-cold visage of Ultragirl. You take a moment to admire the way her white-and-gold suit hugs her sexy Amazonian body, the smooth contours of her flawless face, the depth and drive behind those bright blue eyes. She looks back at you; you're wearing your magenta suit{if Futa==true}. It barely can restrain your huge chest and powerful musculature, and yet its world-class tailoring rightfully makes you the most elegant, feminine figure in the country.{else}, a picture of masculine power and class.{endif}

"Perfect," you smile at her, groping her ass for good measure. "Rachel - let's go."

The black-haired beauty nods obediently, then focuses on the Contortionist, levitating her into the air, and up to the main entrance to the church, which is heavily boarded-up. Rachel grunts, and the doors are smashed off their rusted hinges, and 'Ultragirl' floats into the sanctuary.

Through the camera feed of your XX league agent inside, you can watch the following exchange. Zoe, a.k.a. Girl 2.0, wearing some kind of advanced body armour (in purple of course) has been interrupted mid-speech from the church's crumbling pulpit.{if@ Images==true}
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{endif}{endif} She now stares at the white-and-gold heroine with an unreadable expression. Her congregation is a multi-ethnic menagerie of mutants of all different shapes and sizes. Half of them have brightly coloured hair, ranging from coral pink to bubble-gum blue to neon green. Some resemble animals; you spy several mutants with cat ears, squirrel tails, fox ears, even wings. Others are less conventional; humans with four arms, two heads, and a girl with three breasts catches your eye. The remainder appear human - on the surface, at least.

"Your terrorist movement ends here, Girl 2.0," declares Contortionist-Ultragirl contemptuously, floating down the aisle. "Come quietly, and you might walk out of here with all your bones intact."

Zoe shakes her head with a slight smile. "You know, I just don't get what it must be like to live like you. With no backbone, no strength to stand up for what is right."

Ultragirl descends closer to her. "Don't you dare to assume how much strength I've had, to do the truly right thing."

"Well, what would you call obeying the beck and call of the same people who allow the **** and racism against our kind to go unchecked? The same people who jail everyone who doesn't join their little team? I don't call that strength. Strength," she smiles, getting into her rhythm, "is in diversity and unity. It's what I see in the people in this church. Look around you, Ultragirl. We are the evolution of humanity. We are its future."

The hovering blonde narrows her eyes. "I don't have to debate you. I just have to bring you in." Suddenly she flies at the violet-haired girl, crossing the distance in an instant - only to come up with empty air. The heroine looks around, confused, only for the stone column behind her to shimmer into the real Girl 2.0, who leaps on her nemesis, taking her into a headlock. All around the church, you see Dr Illusion's deceptions revealing themselves as members of Humanity 2.0, many of them armed with lethal-looking weapons.

"You're not Ultragirl," realises Zoe, as Sara struggles helplessly in the mutant's grasp. "Which means your {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} must be close behind."

"Phase three, go," you order into the radio. The north and south doors are blasted open, and dozens of dart gun-wielding, bikini-wearing Gemini pour into the church. Humanity 2.0 opens fire, and a firefight embraces the cathedral. The Gemini are being mown down, but they replace themselves faster than they can be killed, and slowly but surely your forces push inwards. Close behind them is Missfire, your pyromaniac **** unleashing a burst of fire straight at Girl 2.0. Recoil jumps in between them, absorbing the kinetic energy of the blast, so the flames burn out before they can reach his superior. However the distraction is enough for the Contortionist to slip free of Zoe, slipping her head through a gap far too small to be possible, before disappearing into the crowd of mutants.

You nod to Rachel, and the two of you walk in through the destroyed main entrance. Several of Humanity 2.0 try to fire on you, but your Black Swan effortlessly stops the bullets mid-air. The congregation doesn't seem to know how to react to your attack; most cower from the gunfight, but a few try to run at you. Half of them back off before they get to you - evidently they are the ones more susceptible to your pheromones. You shoot two more with red darts, leaving only one young man who actually reaches you. He's almost as tall as you, and built like a rugby player, with a shock of orange hair. You carelessly dodge his punch, and deliver three precise blows to his plexus, throat, and cranium. He topples to the ground.

You step over the mutant, to see Girl 2.0 hoisting some kind of weapon - about the size of a minigun, but far more sci-fi. You listen to IQ in your ear, and continue forwards. "Let's end this," you murmur to Rachel, who nods and flies into the air above you, spreading her arms like wings. Almost every member of Humanity 2.0 is pinned against the church's walls by her burst of telekinetic power, weapons clattering to the floor. Your Gemini surge forwards, easily picking off their immobilised opponents.

"Block this, Swan," growls Zoe, and fires. A huge laser hits you right in the chest, incredible heat and energy concentrated into a single beam strong enough to destroy a satellite.

Several seconds later, Zoe stops firing, and stares at you in disbelief. You brush down your suit. but there's not a scratch on you.

"That's... that's not possible," stutters Girl 2.0, her violet eyes betraying the first hint of panic you've seen in them.

"I had IQ take a look at Recoil's powers," you begin, glancing over at where the blonde man is slowly being pushed back by Missfire's relentless inferno. "Direct energy conversion. One day, it will power the world, but right now, my suit can absorb your laser, and redirect its energy to... other uses."

"Illusion, get me out of here," hisses Zoe. "Illusion?"

"Out of action, I'm afraid." The voice is a perfect duplication of Girl 2.0's, and the original turns to see her Contortionist-doppelgänger dragging the brown-haired teenager behind her, out cold.

The weapon falls from Zoe's hands with an echoing clunk, but it's too late. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, sensing the energy flowing through your veins as you redirect it to the correct destination. With a yell, you fling your arms open and release a burst of pheromones, more dense and potent than any before. Weapons clatter to the floor around you as Humanity 2.0 succumbs to your power, **** forgotten, staring at you with newfound reverence and fear.

You {if Futa==true}strut{else}walk{endif} towards Girl 2.0, who keeps blinking and shaking her head as if surrounded by flies. She tries not to look at you as you approach, but when you seize her by the jaw and turn her face to you, her purple eyes widen, pupils dilating. You lean in, and kiss her deeply.