Soon.

A nondescript van pulled into the parking lot of a bank, as it had done almost 12 times before during the preceding weeks. Coming to a stop, seven women clad in pro cheerleader uniforms hopped out. All seven were clad in white zippered high-heeled go-go boots, white hot-pants and vests, and a blue tank top with a white star adorning the chest. Their exposed skin had a strange sheen to it. The Sense-sheath that coated them was readily apparent. They were the squad of hostage cheerleaders that had been committing crimes at the behest of the man who had kidnapped them oh so long ago. As six went to the rear and gathered up a duffel bag and firearms, the seventh, a fit young reporter named Audrey Russell who had just recently been forcibly added to the team returned to the driver's seat. Apparently their captor had chosen her to act as get-a-way driver.

Walking in unison toward the bank, Marcia Drake looked down at the stuffed armadillo held at her waist by an attached belt. It was through that armadillo's speaker box that their captor communicated. Looking around at the others, Marcia could not help but be disheartened at the haunted defeated looks on their faces. The past two months of captivity had turned the once dynamic, vital women, into defeated almost will-less slaves. Their enforced actions due to the Sense-sheath's control had slowly robbed them of the will to resist. Hope was dying within them. Her heart broke as she looked at her daughter, who looked just as haunted as the rest. She would have shouted words of encouragement to young Anne, but she, like the rest had a ball gag **** into her mouth.

Entering the building, the women took up their positions with efficiency and perfect synchronization. Leveling their guns on the customers and employees, the oldest cheer-leader Gloria's controlled hands raised her weapon above her head and fired a shot to get everyones attention. "Hello everyone! Please remain silent and gather in the center of the room!" a voice rang out from the armadillo on Marcia's waist. "I'm sure you all recognize the ladies and know full well that I can have them do whatever I deem necessary." With fear and apprehension, the people did as they were ordered. After they had gathered into a group, Gloria's remotely controlled body leaped into action. Marcia watched as the lovely older woman's Sense-sheathed legs ran her off to loot the vault. As they stood there, the armadillo once again spoke. "So many frightened faces! I know, how about a little show to make things more bearable!"

A fast moving marching band tune began to play on the armadillo's speaker. The teenage Cheer-leader Stacy and short Latina Maria put their guns on the floor and walked over toward each other. In front of the group of people, in time with the music, the two enslaved women began to perform a dance routine. Legs kicking, arms waving, heels of their boots smacking against the tiled floor, the two women performed with amazing skill and precision. Marcia knew the capabilities of Sense-sheath all too well. Despite themselves, the crowd of hostages watched with awe and wonder.

Suddenly, a strange static sound began to interrupt the music! "Wha..zzzzzt...I...zzzztttt...I'm losing!....zzzztttt" the armadillos words were broken and failing! Marcia felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her body. She and the other Cheer-leaders began to shudder and convulse. Something was affecting the Sense-sheath! After a bit, the sensation stopped and the women fell to the ground. Regaining her senses, Marcia picked herself up. She picked herself up! Hope rising within her, Marcia stood up under her own power. Glancing at the others, she saw them doing the same, Gloria, apparently experiencing the same thing wandered in. "Get these things of yourselves!" Marcia shouted, aware of the opportunity presented to them. To a woman, all five began to strip the uniforms off their bodies. Throwing vests and shirts to the ground, unzipping boots, pulling shorts off, the women disrobed with abandon. All together, they peeled the Sense-sheath body stockings from themselves. After they were done, each woman stood there in the underwear they had been wearing when they had placed the uniforms on their bodies. As they stood there looking at each other, smiles and tears of joy began to emerge on their faces. Interrupting the bizarre silence, a group of police and Carl Drake himself burst into the bank. "Daddy!" Anne yelled with joy, running over and embracing her father. As they crowded around the women, the authorities draped them in blankets and began to check out their conditions and health. Reaching her husband, tears of joy in both of their eyes, Marcia spoke, "I knew you'd save us." Carl smiled as he embraced his wife, "We managed to figure out how to track the signal he was transmitting from the stuffed armadillo to your Sense-sheaths." Suddenly realizing that one of them was missing Marcia shouted, "Audrey, the reporter he just got! she's outside in the van!" Carl smiled, "don't worry, she was within our jamming zone and stripped herself free before any of you did."

As the women were led out, each looked at each other. Their months of captivity and slavery at an end, they smiled at each other with a sense of unity and sisterhood. One of the officer's spoke quietly to Carl, "It's just so frustrating, we managed to free them but we couldn't track down the psycho who did this to them." Anger rising, Carl responded with," No, we couldn't track down where the bastard's master signal to the armadillo was coming from. Don't worry though, if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to figure out how to find that monster."

Somewhere far away, in a multi-screened computer control room, a figure smashed his right fist into a keyboard. On one of the screens before him he could see the news outlets coverage of the cheer-leaders rescue. "They stole my toys." he said with a quiet anger. "Now I'm going to have to find new ones." A cruel smile began to form on his lips.