Brad helps Rocketgirl escape

Brad spun Melissa's wheelchair around so her perspective shifted from the locked door to the used Rocketgirl sex doll draped disgracefully on the bed. She shuddered at the thought that Brad was about to **** her as he'd **** her mechanical counterpart. She watched with trepidation as Brad took two cans of energy drink out of a minifridge in the corner. He popped the top on one and chugged it. He popped the top on the other and approached the imprisoned Rocketgirl.

"Stay...stay away from me! Get back!"

"Relax," he said, "I'm here to help you." He undid one of her manacles and placed the energy drink in her quivering hand. He released her but she nearly spilled the can, she was so weak. He guided her hand to her lips and helped her pour the drink into her mouth.

When she was strong enough, he let her hand go, returning to the fridge to bring her more energy drinks.

When she'd finished her fourth can, she began feeling more like her old self. "Thank you," she said. "But...who are you, and why are you doing this?"

"Can we just agree that we're on the same side here?" he asked. "I want to help you, but if I let you out of that chair, I don't want you to try to hurt me or anything."

"Well that depends," she said cautiously. "Why would you agree to **** me and test Ms. Kyoto's products if you really want to help me?"

Brad unclasped one of her legs from the chair. "This is a goodwill gesture, just until we can get on the same page. Then I promise I'll let you out for real." Unconvinced and impatient, Melissa nevertheless understood she needed to convince him she was convinced. She nodded calmly. "Go on," she said.

"I'm the Lone Wolf," he said. "I'm like you -- a superpowered crime fighter."

"Yes, I've heard of the Lone Wolf. But why should I believe you're him?"

"Fine," he said, "I'll prove it." Though he was clothed, he scraped his feet on the ground, tearing through his shoes as great hairy claws emerged. His arms expanded too, his hair growing into a long mane. She saw fangs in his mouth. "Do you believe me now?" he asked.

"Well, you could be just any old werewolf," she said. He glared at her. "Fine," she said, "I'm only teasing. Of course I believe you're the Lone Wolf. Now will you let me out of this chair already?"

His body returned to its normal human proportions. He released her limbs from the chair. She stood up, rubbing her wrists where the manacles had chafed her. "I don't suppose you've got anything for me to wear," she said.

"Actually, you'd be surprised just how accurate Ms Kyoto wanted to make those dolls of hers," he said, gesturing to the nude Rocketgirl sex toy on the bed. He reached under the bed and produced a neatly folded Rocketgirl costume.

"Oh dear God," she exclaimed. "You mean there are thousands of duplicates of my costume out there? And that people who want to fuck me will just...be able to use them for...whatever disgusting thing they want?"

"Well, not if we can put a stop to it," he said. "Now here's what I'm thinking. We're both capable of handling ourselves, and it will be harder for Ms Kyoto to stop us if we're attacking from other places. We should split up. You should go home and deal with that clone. I'll destroy her center of operations here."

The newly clothed Rocketgirl frowned. "No, I want to take this bitch out. She's messed with the wrong girl." Rocketgirl wavered slightly on her feet.

"No offense, but you're not quite up to your usual strength. I think you need to get out of here, recompose yourself, get some food and maybe some rest in you, then tackle that clone when you're back to your old self. I'm rarin' to go here, and besides, I have a leg up. Since Ms Kyoto thinks I'm one of her testers, she let me see her operations. I got a grand tour of the place and I think I've identified her weaknesses."

Rocketgirl got herself another energy drink from the fridge, disappointed to see it contained no fruits or vegetables. "Maybe you're right," she said, gulping down the beverage. "But if I don't hear from you or see that this place has been destroyed by the time I finish with the clone, then I'm coming back for you."

"I'd expect nothing less from a fellow hero," he replied. "Now let's get you out of here." He reached up and with his superhuman strength, ripped the vent off an air duct in the ceiling. "Straight down twenty yards, then up through the vent. You'll come out on the roof of a warehouse just off Highway 69, about four miles south of the river."

"Highway 69," Melissa muttered. "It figures."

They heard a knock on the door. "Brad?" Ms Kyoto's voice called. "How's it going in there?"

"Go!" he whispered, boosting Rocketgirl to the vent. "Thanks!" she whispered back as he replaced the vent in the ceiling. She crawled away.