You rush to the docks to rescue Wushu Panda, and do so handily!

Tearing down the darkening streets, you show your usual lack of concern for oncoming traffic, on several occasions running right over the top of cars and leaving bootprints on roofs and windshields. Rather than being happy about getting to see your sexy lower body up close for a fleeting moment, even the male motorists mostly respond by honking, shouting angrily at you and waving their fists. "Why can't more of these bitches fly or drive instead of this running through traffic shit?! CHRIST!" someone bellows. Still, it's a small price to pay for not letting Magik Knight get a big head!

The waterfronts of Acropolis City are among the hottest of its many, many hotspots for crime. ****, guns, and trafficked women and children from unstable countries arrive here on a nightly basis. One might think that having literally hundreds of active superheroes in town would dissuade this, but the criminals (costumed and non-costumed alike) have long since figured out that the public and the heroes themselves quickly get bored with stopping the same crime over and over again, and when there is no immediate victim to save (such as in the case of ****, guns, stolen art, etc.) they will make a few busts and then move on to something more interesting. As a result, smugglers like these only have to deal with novices and newbies most of the time. And, since this millenium challenge means that the proportion of low-ranked heroes who are attractive women between the ages of 18 and 25 has spiked to something like 90%, a lot of the gangsters are getting brazen, practically daring the newbie heroines to come try and stop them. Speaking of 90th percentiles, 9 times out of 10 it ends up with those organized crime members getting beaten, blasted, or gassed into submission. But the other 1 time out of 10, well...

When you arrive, you quickly find that Magik Knight wasn't exaggerating. There's a squad car with a few useless cops watching from a safe distance while a couple of men in cheap suits, one quite young and one a little older, lean over a girl tied to a chair, being rigged up with explosives. Criminals have long since learned that putting hostages into **** traps, of which bombs are the simplest and most straightforward, is the best way to distract heroes coming to one's rescue. However, in this case, they didn't do it quickly enough.

The woman in the chair is quite young, about your age or younger, which is par for the course with the millenium girls. She seems to be of Chinese descent and has her hair done up in fancy looped braids on the sides of her head. A black domino mask with a white border around the edge covers her eyes. Unsurprisingly, she is wearing the sort of costume that gets angry letters from churchgoing folks, an oversexualized outfit even by heroine standards. On her chest she has something like a black babydoll tee-shirt shrunk five sizes too small, with a stylized panda symbol on it - it is so tight that it barely covers her nipples, leaving the undersides of her breasts completely exposed... breasts that are only "average" sized by the inflated standards of heroines. A lot of skin is exposed between her underboob zone and a black pleated miniskirt. Since she's tied to a chair, it is fluttering open, showing off her white panties to anyone who cares to look. Under that she's wearing black thigh-high "schoolgirl stockings". The red-lined short black cape hanging from her back, along with that mask, is probably necessary to inform onlookers that she's a heroine and not a streetwalker.

Even from a distance, her appearance is so distracting that you don't pay enough attention to the guy who'd been covering her with an M-16 **** rifle as you're charging forward at 30 miles an hour. "Look out, it's anudda heroine! Blast her!" He aims at you and starts blazing away on full automatic. Despite shooting from the hip like most criminals, your lack of speed catches you off guard, and you feel several sharp pains on your chest and stomach, sending you tumbling wildly. After you roll closer to the thugs and captured heroine, you groan and curl up on the ground.

"Wh-wha... Oh fuck!" The mobster who just shot you drops the rifle from his fumbling hands. "She went down?! Oh shit! Shit! Is she dead?! I didn't think... I didn't mean to..."

When you let out a groan and struggle back to your feet, showing that the bullet holes in the front of your costume aren't leaking any blood, both gangsters sigh with relief rather than sounding worried. It's only when you start loping towards them, face flushed and fists balled up in anger, that the inexperienced criminal realizes that his mistake wasn't in shooting you, but in not shooting you ENOUGH. When he looks over his shoulder, his older companion is already running towards the nearest pier and gracelessly diving into the water. When he looks back in your direction, the first thing he sees is a fist coming towards his face. You don't even give him a chance to fall down, circling around him and punching him repeatedly from multiple angles so that he rocks back and forth like a human punch clown. He sinks to the ground.

"Hmph!" The girl in the chair spits out her gag. This must be 'Wushu Panda' - the spotlight signal you saw an hour ago must've been hers. She must have pretty good connections to convince the cops to install a spotlight signal for her when she's only been in the city a few months, or perhaps her underboob, exposed midriff and panty flashing did the job of convincing them. "Lickety-Split Lynn, I see! Don't you have any technique or training? You fight like a drunken trucker in a bar fight."

"I'll take that as a compliment!" you put your hands on your hips. "On account of I just saved you from, uh..." you look down at your boots for a moment then perk up with a smile. "...from turnin' into a Chinese New Years fireworks show!"

"I could have handled the situation myself, you know!" Wushu Panda says, blushing. "I... had them right where I wanted them!"

"Well then!" you puff out your cheeks and stare down at her. "That's a fine way to thank the girl who just took several bullets for you! Maybe I'll just take my sweet time, next I hear you've gotten yourself into trouble! And if you can't do nothin' but put your hands up and beg when some button man points a gun at you, I doubt that'll take too long!"

The feel of a soft hand putting itself on your shoulder makes you leap. "GYAH!" Of course, it is the sultry blonde Magik Knight.

"Damn, Ilyana! Be careful! I just about punched you without lookin." you sigh. She smirks and runs her fingers through your short-trimmed, rounded-off hair, tousling it, and making you push her away.

"Adequately done, Lynn. You do show some basic practicality. And with one of the cree-minals captured, this girl with her silly karate gimmicks..."

"Karate?! Don't compare my 2000 year old secret techniques to that xiǎo Rìběn trash!" In spite of Wushu Panda's prickly attitude, her high-pitched voice and blushing cheeks make her look quite cute. "and, and, this was a terrible 'tip' you gave me, Magik Knight! Why didn't you warn me they were going to have automatic weapons and motion detectors?"

The blonde mistress of teleportation and other dark powers just ignores her. "...will have **** but to tell the authorities that you pulled her out of trouble. Unfortunately, as I've just checked, Arrowlette is no longer present at the location she was captured. I just got back from checking. And since there was a total lack of any gangsters tied up or pinned to the wall with arrows, it must be that they made off with her. So Lynn, I shall have to give you... only partial credit. Let us hope that Arrowlette doesn't find out what it's like to be used for target practice."

"Target practice?!" You say, shocked. "You mean... you think they're gonna shoot her? And, and she's the kind who could die if she gets shot, right? Can we go find her?"

Magik Knight laughs heartily. Even though her voice is as beautiful and sensuous as the rest of her, you can't help but think it sounds an awful lot like the kind of laugh that villains like to do. "Well, perhaps not. They aren't the kind that use guns much, and that isn't what I meant. But anyway, unless you have some special power that would let you track her down, there's nothing we can do now. Combing the alleys looking for her would just be a waste of time. In a few days, either the League will get a ransom demand, or some mid-level boss will brag about having a captured heroine. The important thing is, we need to get ready to infiltrate that warehouse, yes?"

"Infiltrate? Warehouse?" Wushu Panda says, her demeanor changing greatly. "H-hey! After pulling this little stunt, you can't just leave me out of it! Why don't you let me come along to pay you back instead of, um, reporting this? The cops can handle collecting evidence and stuff here. Infiltration is my specialty! I can move as quietly as a shadow! ...just as long as there's no infrared motion detectors or any of those 混賬 technological cheats!"

It seems like Magik Knight is making a point of ignoring the lithe martial artist. "You really need to pace yourself, since this could be a very long night and you," she pokes you in the chest, seeming to intentionally aim her finger for one of your large, squishy bosoms and press her finger deep into the soft, yielding flesh, "have clearly gotten a little injured, not to mention, you're some kind of country peasant girl, and surely make a habit of waking up early. We could be busy at that place until dawn, or later. So, let us find a motel room and rest up, not to mention repair your costume."

"'Us'?" you raise an eyebrow at her. "I mean, I wouldn't mind letting Moo-shoo Panda here tag along and get in on the action, but uh," your cheeks start reddening. "I ain't ever shared a hotel room with anyone before... even if it's just for a few hours. Seems like it might be a little weird..."

"Oh, come now, Lickey-Split Lynn. It will be fun. I promise." She licks her lips.

Magik Knight sure has a funny way with people, you think to yourself. Why, if you weren't a girl yourself, you'd almost suspect she was coming onto you or something! Must just be that accent of hers making everything she says sound a little sexy. Alas, your own accent seems to have the opposite effect, making people who should be drooling over your beautiful self want to chuckle at you instead. Well, you'll show 'em! And if nothing else, this will be a good way to get in contact with the duplicate you made of yourself, and tell her to come down and meet up with you so you can be at full power if you need to fight.