Sharona resists.

Thirty minutes had never seemed to pass so slowly. You had chosen your spot to strike carefully. It was off the main highway just a few minutes away from the country estate Sharona would be delivering the blonde **** to. You reckoned with her journey almost over the ebony slaver would be feeling relaxed and less wary. The road here ran through a state park, forests bordered the road on both sides and there were no residential buildings for a couple of miles in either direction.

Almost to the second you spot the slaver's van approaching up the otherwise deserted road. "It's showtime!" You exclaim to your colleague as the van passes your parked fake police cruiser.

You pull onto the road and follow the van for a few seconds before giving a short blast of your siren. As you had hoped and expected Sharona does not panic and hit the gas, it's highly unlikely in a routine stop that cops would be searching the van and opening the packing crate that the **** must be sealed in. The van's indicators blink and Sharona pulls over by the side of the road. You and your companion get out and walk slowly up either side of the van to the cab. Sharona turns off the engine and lets the drivers side window open.

"You know why I stopped you Miss?" You ask the slaver politely.

"No officer." Sharona replies with a smile for you, relaxed and confident. "I was well within the speed limit."

"True, but you have a tail light out passenger side." You lie to her. "If you could step out of the vehicle please, I'm going to have to write you up a ticket Miss."

Sharona frowns, but complies with your request. You indicate that she should move to the back of the van and she does so with you following a few steps behind. She is dressed simply in a grey muscle top and skintight black yoga pants and heavy boots. Your colleague moves towards the back on the opposite side of the van. Out of sight of Sharona he will be readying a syringe with a powerful tranquilizer, when you grab the girl from behind he'll move in to knock her out. As Sharona reaches the back of the van ahead of you, you see her shoulders suddenly tense. Either she has spotted your colleague is hiding the syringe held low behind his leg or something in his demeanour has alerted her to danger.

You expect her to break for the trees and run, but she is a fighter with fighter's instincts and goes on the attack. She moves quickly forward and closes the gap between her and your henchman. As he tries to bring up the syringe she blocks his wrist and headbutts him on the bridge of his nose. As he staggers back her right foot slams up and her biker style boot impacts with his groin. Blood already streaming from his broken nose he lets out a strangled exhalation and goes down clutching his injured balls. Still the slaver dyke does not run, although with your man down she has an escape route. Confident of her abilities she spins around and comes at you.

You pull the tazer pistol from it's holster in the small of your back and bring it up. Sharona spots it and kicks your hand to the side and follows up with a flurry of punches and kicks. You know how to handle yourself in a fight, but Sharona was a professional and for a few **** seconds it is all you can do to deflect the majority of her blows. She is quick as a whip and though you parry desperately you take a punch to the ribs and a kick to the thigh and each time you try to aim the tazer she knocks it away. It dawns on you that one on one, if this continues the ebony martial artist will kick your butt.

You luck out again. Your colleague, down but not out has lurched to his feet and though clearly hurting staggers forward and grabs Sharona in a bearhug from behind. It's a dumb move against a seasoned fighter, but it allows you to back off and aim the tazer. Sharona rakes her heel down your buddies shin and then twists around and slams her elbow into his jaw. He goes down again and this time he won't be getting up without assistance. Sharona turns her head, her eyes blazing and triumphant as she intends to finish you off next. Then you fire the tazer and a pair of barbed flechettes hit her in the belly. You trigger the current of the pistol and Sharona screams as the voltage hits her. She takes a couple of shaking steps toward you before falling to her knees shaking violently from the electric shocks.

You circle around her and grab the syringe from the ground where it had fallen. Sharona can only stare daggers at you as she kneels convulsing. You jab the syringe into her shoulder and give her the full dose of tranquilizer. She fights the effect for a few seconds before slumping forward. She weakly scrabbles at the ground and attempts to rise, but then with a groaning sigh sinks down and is still.