The elevator

"Wait, where are you going? The vent is this way."

"I've had some... less than stellar experiences using the ventilation system as a means of travel, and I don't intend to repeat the mistake of going in there again. Besides," her buttocks went tight with determination, "a hero doesn't slink in the shadows to administer justice. I fight evil head-on."

Trixie put her head in her hands. "Are you kidding me? Do you want to take all of those guards on at once? You realize there's only one of you and lord know how many of them, right?"

"There's TWO of us, remember? Don't sell yourself short my young ward." Panty Raider grabbed her sidekick by the arm and pulled her into the elevator, ignoring her protests as they headed to the main lobby.

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Cassandra yawned as she checked her watch, before remembering she was wearing a hazmat suit and couldn't see her wrist. She honestly wasn't sure why they were still there. The matter had been contained, so protocol dictated they take the exposed offsite and start spraying down the building. Deputy Chief Gloria, on the other hand, was insisting they find the rest of the staff members on the manifest before leaving, and with Violet stripped of command, in more ways than one, there was no one to argue with her.

Cassandra's eyes started to droop when she heard a ding come from behind her. She turned around to see the elevator doors opening, but before she could alert the others, she was grabbed and pulled back into the elevator and slammed into a large and squishy object before falling to the floor.

"Well, I have to say, that worked out better than expected," Trixie said, amused. "I was expecting things to go much worse for us."

"Never underestimate the will of justice, Commando." Panty Raider said defiantly, examining the woman-shaped indent in her rear end.

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, the girls are right out those doors." She said, pointing to the front doors leading to the parking lot.

"Perfect." Panty Raider smiled, marching towards the entrance.

"Hold it!" The vigilantes turned around to see an army of hazmat girls standing before them. Standing at the front of the line was a tall, thin woman, giving them a menacing glare through her visor. "I've been looking for you, Trixie Winn. And if I'm not mistaken, that's Miss Roya, right? I was wondering what happened to you, though this is a bit more out-there than I expected."

"Who are you, villainess?"

"I'm the Deputy Chief of this operation, and you two mark the last of our lost ducklings in this game of hide and seek."

"Um, I think you're mixing your metaphors, there, chief."

"Look, the point is, you're surrounded. Just come with us and you'll be decontaminated at our facility upstate. It shouldn't be more than a few days, a week at most before you get to come back."

"Heroes don't negotiate with such threats, you witch. I, Panty Raider, am going to save my comrades in distress and undress!"

Gloria looked back confused. "I don't know what that was about, but I assume that means you're not going to come quietly, right?"

"You've got that right, so you'd better...