Making News

"...thus marking an end to the ongoing drama surrounding right of way in our fair cities parks. I'm Hannah Hancock with Virtue News, back to you Rich."

"And we're off."

Hannah dropped her professional smile and the Virtue News camera crew immediately began packing their equipment.

"I thought you were done with all this community reporting." One of her cameramen called over his shoulder to the reporter. "Weren't you going to be the new Super Correspondent or something?"

Hannah joined him at the back of their news van to turn in her microphone and earpiece. "That was the hope. But until there's some actual super news I'm stuck out here reporting on things no one cares about." She gestured back to the city park across the road. "Like, who the fuck thought two old people having a feud over right of way on a park path was newsworthy?"

The cameraman finished stashing his equipment. "I dunno, maybe the conflict between wheelchairs and mobility scooters is bigger than either of us realize?" The look he got in response told him everything he needed to know in regards to Hannah's opinion on that topic. "Yeah, ok, maybe it is all bullshit."

The two stepped aside to let their sound and broadcast techs finish packing their equipment. She let her gaze drift across the busy city street. The sun shone brightly and a cool breeze gently swayed the trees of the park as the citizens of Saint City went about their day. It was a beautiful afternoon. Hannah was snapped back to her work as a door slammed behind her.

"You heading back to the station?" The cameraman leaned out the driver side window to ask after the petite young reporter. "Or are you calling it a day and heading out?"

Hannah gave it some thought before throwing her bag over her shoulder. "I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day, I think I'm going to call it here." She bid farewell to her crew before making her way into the park. Couples walked hand in hand down the middle of the paths, the elderly occupied nearly every bench and children shrieked in the green spaces. If the weather wasn't so perfect Hannah would have immediately regretted her decision to go there.

She spent the better part of an hour walking along the winding paths of the urban greenspace before coming upon a brick building jutting out from a thicket of bushes. Her eyes shifted side to side as she approached the public washrooms. Her mind had been in the gutter since passing by a group of shirtless men jogging down the paths. Seeing a yoga class of hot young women only a few minutes later certainly didn't help. Now her mind raced with fantasies involving her and the men in public, her and the women in public, her and the women doing a strip tease for the men and other park goers and finally; {if Party = true}her doing a news report on public orgies from a pile of naked, writhing bodies.{elseif Railyard = true}her and the pretty young women stripping down and servicing whomever wanted them.{endif} Hannah was looking forward to finding a private place to relieve some of her built up tension. But as she came to the door the young reporter heard a familiar sound and sniffed a familiar smell.

"Spraypaint?"

She wandered around the thicket before slowly pushing through its branches to find a clearing in the shrubbery along its back wall. There she saw a trio of teenage boys working quickly on the side of building. Cans were shaken, paint was sprayed. As a hero Hannah felt a responsibility to prevent the youths from defacing a public building, but her vanity prevented her from acting.

The wall was covered in a picture of her. Or rather, Volt.

The heavily stylized graffiti depicted her delivering a flying kick to the side of Bombshells face. The boys had depicted her bare breasts far larger than they were in reality and she was pretty sure Bombshell was still an attractive woman, not some sort of withered hag. She watched the trio add lightning bolts to their mural before backing off to admire their work. Phones were then drawn and numerous photos and selfies were taken. Hannah stayed low in the brush until the young men left. With them gone she could then step into the little clearing and better admire the inspired street art. It was just as she reached into her bag to fish out her phone that she heard it; a loud crack echoing out from somewhere out in the city. It was followed by two more just like it, which were then followed by the sounds of sirens.

"Oh, holy shit yes!" The young woman dropped her bag and pulled off her blazer while kicking her shoes. "I mean, no, explosions are bad and people might be hurt." Another crack echoing through the sky prompted her to pull at her blouse and send its buttons flying. She giggled, having always wanted to tear a shirt open in such a manner. The white lace bra containing her modest breasts fell immediately after her shirt to leave her topless in a thicket in the cities largest park. Her skirt hit the dirt and her bag was flung open.

Hannah pulled out and threw on a cutoff jacket two sizes too large for her. Low rider jeans with a large brown belt were pulled up over hips not quite able to fill them out and feet were slid into boots they didn't clearly didn't fit. Her remaining clothes were stuffed into the bag, which itself was tossed onto the restroom roof for safe keeping. She turned to the direction the sirens seemed to be headed and readied herself. In a flash of blue-white light the short, toned woman with auburn hair and blue eyes grew into the tall, muscular amazon known as Volt. Her body grew into her oversized clothes and she looked down to smile a knowing smile.

"I am so god damned clever."

The whole process had taken less than a minute thanks to a change in her street level super outfit and in her process. The change in outfit was in the jacket; gone was the old leather garment and in was a hot black number cut so high its bottom wrapped around her torso just below her breasts. The new jacket was held closed with two large buttons that were easier to handle than a zipper and allowed for her to quickly switch between a fully covered chest, maximum cleavage and free titties depending on the situation. The change in procedure was in her boots; so long as she was powered down they would slip on and off easily, never again would the hero need to tie her laces.

Volt narrowed her orange eyes, bolted through the brush and exploded into the greenspace beyond in a cloud of branches and leaves. The heroine pushed her body to its limit as she dashed towards the parks edge, a short journey given her enhanced speed and seemingly limitless stamina. Once there she followed the sirens, turned away from the park and ran between the cars of a massive traffic jam. Ahead she could see smoke.