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Detective Mathew Boon sat in his office, shuffling through the papers on his desk in impatience. The middle-aged black police officer was waiting to meet with members of the Guardians to ask them to do something for the Angel Falls Police Department. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Mathew looked up and his hopes fell. Entering the office were two women, one wearing a white, bathing suit type costume with white boots, gloves, and mask with upwards pointed ends. She had brown hair and a belt with a stylized owl’s head. The other wore a skin tight blue and white costume and had red hair, and was heavily pregnant. Great, he though, When I asked for Guardians, I expected General Bardak or Mindy Marvel, or even FireBrandi. Not second stringers like Distressed Damsel and the Amazing Preggo. Oh well, better get on with this.

“Hello,” White Owl said as she entered. “You’re not who I was expecting.”

Mathew shrugged. “The detective who usually does this liaison stuff is on vacation, so I’m filling in. Anyways, here’s the reason I called you here.” He opened a folder and showed White Owl and Quebec Star a mugshot of a man with multiple piercings, tattoos of triangles under his eyes, and what hair he had dyed green and styled in spikes, along with a green goatee. “This charming character is Darryl Wragg, also known as the Podophile.”

Quebec Star look confused at the term, but White Owl a guess. “He’s a foot fetishist?”

The detective nodded. “A telekinetic one. He’s from San Francisco, and after being convicted of multiple counts of kidnapping, assault, and forcible confinement, he was being transported to serve his time in Tartarus. Unfortunately, he escaped soon after the transport craft entered the city last night.”

“And you wish for us to recapture this person?” Quebec Star asked.

“That’s right,” Mathew responded. “The AFPD has enough trouble dealing with normal criminals. Anyways, we got a possible lead,” he continued as he handed them a piece of paper. “He has a cousin living in the city, a petty crook. Wragg’s might have gone to see him for help.”

“Thanks, officer,” White Owl said as she took the address. “We’ll get right on it.”

Mathew watched the two heroines leave his office, then shook his head and muttered to himself, “I’m getting too old for this crap.”

* * * * * *
Mark Wragg sat in his sixth story apartment. On the coffee table in front of him were a large amount of marijuana and a number of copies of the local paper. He was measuring out the drugs and then tucking them into the folds of the papers. That way it would look like he was delivering papers when he was actually dealing drugs.

Suddenly, he heard a tapping at his window, one that didn’t have a fire escape outside of it. He glanced over and saw a pregnant redhead in a blue and white costume floating outside. “Crap,” he said to himself. The last thing he needed was a superhero getting on his case. Still, he had a chance to escape. He got up and ran to the door. However, to his surprise, he found another heroine waiting for him as soon as he opened the door. She was wearing a white costume and was leaning nonchalantly against the wall across from the door.

“Hi, Mark,” White Owl said in a friendly tone. “How about we go back into your apartment and have a talk about your cousin?”

Mark, knowing he was outmatched, did what he was told. White Owl followed him in, closing the door and then opening the window so Quebec Star could float in. Mark slumped down on a chair and told them, “Yeah, my cousin came to see me this morning, not long after he escaped, I guess. He wanted me to help him hide out. I wouldn’t let him stay here, though. He’s a real weirdo, you know? Still, he’s family, so I gave him some cash and the key to the storage locker I rent. I guess you want the address for that.”

“You guess right. You’ve been helpful, so we’re not going to run you in for that,” White owl said as she pointed her thumb towards the drugs. “Still, we’re not going to let you keep it either.” She went into the kitchen and, after some rummaging, re-emerged with a garbage bag. She began sweeping the contents of the coffee table into the bag when a headline on a newspaper caught her eye.

“Is something wrong?” Quebec Star asked her teammate.

“This,” White Owl said as she held up the paper. The headline of the lifestyles section was about a shoe fashion show. “It’s the type of thing that would attract the guy we’re looking for. “

“Then perhaps we should split up. One of us goes there and the other checks the locker,” Quebec Star responded.

White Owl nodded in agreement. “Yes. I’ll take the show and you can check the locker. I’ll dump this in an incinerator on my way over.” She finished filling the bag and the two heroines left, with White Owl saying to Mark as she left, “Keep your nose clean.

* * * * * *
A short time later, Quebec Star touched down at a storage locker facility near the docks. She checked the piece of paper that had the number of the locker she was going to check and, seeing it was the one in front of her, went to the door. She found it to be open and looked inside. Inside were a bunch of boxes. One, which had contained camping gear, had been opened and a sleeping bag was spread on the floor, but no one was inside. She began to turn around to leave when the spirit of the first Quebec Star that empowered her sent her a warning. However, before she could react, an energy field clamped around her body, pinning her arms behind her back.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” came the voice of the Podophile as he telekinetically swung her around to face him. His eyes glowed as he used his power. She tried to use her force blasts, but found that the field around her prevented that. She couldn’t even scream as her jaw was held closed. “I go out for some food and come back to find a super-heroine delivered to my place.” He chuckled. “What’s say we have some fun?”

He carried her into the locker and shut the door behind them. Lifting her up, he felt her feet. Since her “boots” were composed of the same skin tight material the rest of her costume was made out, he could feel each of her toes. “Oh, you jewel. This is exactly what I hoped for,” he said as he licked his lips.

* * * * * *
Later, in another part of the city, White Owl was watching the fashion show wrap up. She had arrived there about an hour ago and after being admitted, had stayed at the edges of the crowd, scanning it for signs of the man she was looking for. But she didn’t see anyone who resembled him. She sighed, annoyed to have gone on a wild goose chase. She pulled out her Guardians communicator to contact Quebec Star, but didn’t get a response. That worried her and she exited the building and took to the sky, heading to where the storage locker was (having memorized the address). Minutes later, she arrived there and began her descent, not slowing as she headed for the door of the locker. If she was wrong, she would pay for the damages and she really hoped that’s what would happen.

The thin metal of the door burst as she hit it, and the scene the greeted her confirmed her worse fears. The Podophile was naked and kneeling on the floor, masturbating, while sucking on Quebec Star’s foot, who was being held in midair in an energy field. Her face was a mask of terror and disgust. White Owl continued flying into the locker and slammed into the Podophile. He went flying across the locker and crashed into a stack of boxes. He tried to get up, but White Owl landed an upwards kick to his jaw, knocking him unconscious.

With him out, the field released Quebec Star and she collapsed to the floor in a heap. White Owl ran over to her and asked, ``Are you alright?” The pregnant heroine looked up at her and managed a feeble nod, but her face told another story. White Owl wanted to comfort her, but now was not the time. She guided her out of the locker and then called the authorities. In short order, the AFPD arrived and took the Podophile into custody after placing a power neutralizer on him. Then, after she had given a statement and was sure that they had the situation under control, she made her way to Quebec Star. The other heroine was sitting against the building with a blanket wrapped around her and holding a bottle of water, both of which the officer who took her statement had given her. Her face showed pure misery. White Owl sat down next to her and waited.

After a few minutes, Quebec Star turned to her and said in a shaky voice, “I feel violated. He didn’t do anything to me other than suck on my feet and jeu avec se, but I couldn’t do anything to make him stop. I never felt so helpless.” She looked over at White Owl, tears streaming through her mask. “How can I deal with this?”

White Owl took Quebec Star by the hand, and with a gentle voice said, "You do it by getting back on the horse; by refusing to surrender to the darkness. Evil things happen in the world, that's why we don masks and capes. And more often than not, we manage to control the darkness. Sometimes, though, it overwhelms us; catching us unaware.

"Can you come back from this? I did." And White Owl recounted her ordeal at the hands of Doppler to the French Canadian.

"How...how did you ever come back?" asked Quebec Star.

"It wasn't easy. I wanted to kill him first, rage, anger! But with the help of some good friends, and a good counselor, I recovered. And you will too."

"But I was so vulnerable, and now I feel I am damaged goods."

White Owl smiled warmly at her colleague. "We're all damaged goods, Quebec Star. You, me, and all the Guardians. We just work around those flaws, and utilize what we have to our best abilities. And we're here for one another...Always. Now come on, I think Angelina might be able to assist you " White Owl wrapped her arms around Quebec Star, and together the two heroines flew toward the Guardian Base.

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This story is set in the city of

Many thanks go out to , not only for letting me use his character and proofreading the story, but for also writing the concluding paragraphs.

Thanks also go out to for providing the art.

Quebec Star and her empowering spirit are property of

Mentioned characters and their owners:
General Bardak =
Mindy Marvel =
FireBrandi =
Angelina =

Description
Detective Mathew Boon sat in his office, shuffling through the papers on his desk in impatience. The middle-aged black police officer was waiting to meet with members of the Guardians to ask them to do something for the Angel Falls Police Department. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Mathew looked up and his hopes fell. Entering the office were two women, one wearing a white, bathing suit type costume with white boots, gloves, and mask with upwards pointed ends. She had brown hair and a belt with a stylized owl’s head. The other wore a skin tight blue and white costume and had red hair, and was heavily pregnant. Great, he though, When I asked for Guardians, I expected General Bardak or Mindy Marvel, or even FireBrandi. Not second stringers like Distressed Damsel and the Amazing Preggo. Oh well, better get on with this.

“Hello,” White Owl said as she entered. “You’re not who I was expecting.”

Mathew shrugged. “The detective who usually does this liaison stuff is on vacation, so I’m filling in. Anyways, here’s the reason I called you here.” He opened a folder and showed White Owl and Quebec Star a mugshot of a man with multiple piercings, tattoos of triangles under his eyes, and what hair he had dyed green and styled in spikes, along with a green goatee. “This charming character is Darryl Wragg, also known as the Podophile.”

Quebec Star look confused at the term, but White Owl a guess. “He’s a foot fetishist?”

The detective nodded. “A telekinetic one. He’s from San Francisco, and after being convicted of multiple counts of kidnapping, assault, and forcible confinement, he was being transported to serve his time in Tartarus. Unfortunately, he escaped soon after the transport craft entered the city last night.”

“And you wish for us to recapture this person?” Quebec Star asked.

“That’s right,” Mathew responded. “The AFPD has enough trouble dealing with normal criminals. Anyways, we got a possible lead,” he continued as he handed them a piece of paper. “He has a cousin living in the city, a petty crook. Wragg’s might have gone to see him for help.”

“Thanks, officer,” White Owl said as she took the address. “We’ll get right on it.”

Mathew watched the two heroines leave his office, then shook his head and muttered to himself, “I’m getting too old for this crap.”

* * * * * *
Mark Wragg sat in his sixth story apartment. On the coffee table in front of him were a large amount of marijuana and a number of copies of the local paper. He was measuring out the drugs and then tucking them into the folds of the papers. That way it would look like he was delivering papers when he was actually dealing drugs.

Suddenly, he heard a tapping at his window, one that didn’t have a fire escape outside of it. He glanced over and saw a pregnant redhead in a blue and white costume floating outside. “Crap,” he said to himself. The last thing he needed was a superhero getting on his case. Still, he had a chance to escape. He got up and ran to the door. However, to his surprise, he found another heroine waiting for him as soon as he opened the door. She was wearing a white costume and was leaning nonchalantly against the wall across from the door.

“Hi, Mark,” White Owl said in a friendly tone. “How about we go back into your apartment and have a talk about your cousin?”

Mark, knowing he was outmatched, did what he was told. White Owl followed him in, closing the door and then opening the window so Quebec Star could float in. Mark slumped down on a chair and told them, “Yeah, my cousin came to see me this morning, not long after he escaped, I guess. He wanted me to help him hide out. I wouldn’t let him stay here, though. He’s a real weirdo, you know? Still, he’s family, so I gave him some cash and the key to the storage locker I rent. I guess you want the address for that.”

“You guess right. You’ve been helpful, so we’re not going to run you in for that,” White owl said as she pointed her thumb towards the drugs. “Still, we’re not going to let you keep it either.” She went into the kitchen and, after some rummaging, re-emerged with a garbage bag. She began sweeping the contents of the coffee table into the bag when a headline on a newspaper caught her eye.

“Is something wrong?” Quebec Star asked her teammate.

“This,” White Owl said as she held up the paper. The headline of the lifestyles section was about a shoe fashion show. “It’s the type of thing that would attract the guy we’re looking for. “

“Then perhaps we should split up. One of us goes there and the other checks the locker,” Quebec Star responded.

White Owl nodded in agreement. “Yes. I’ll take the show and you can check the locker. I’ll dump this in an incinerator on my way over.” She finished filling the bag and the two heroines left, with White Owl saying to Mark as she left, “Keep your nose clean.

* * * * * *
A short time later, Quebec Star touched down at a storage locker facility near the docks. She checked the piece of paper that had the number of the locker she was going to check and, seeing it was the one in front of her, went to the door. She found it to be open and looked inside. Inside were a bunch of boxes. One, which had contained camping gear, had been opened and a sleeping bag was spread on the floor, but no one was inside. She began to turn around to leave when the spirit of the first Quebec Star that empowered her sent her a warning. However, before she could react, an energy field clamped around her body, pinning her arms behind her back.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” came the voice of the Podophile as he telekinetically swung her around to face him. His eyes glowed as he used his power. She tried to use her force blasts, but found that the field around her prevented that. She couldn’t even scream as her jaw was held closed. “I go out for some food and come back to find a super-heroine delivered to my place.” He chuckled. “What’s say we have some fun?”

He carried her into the locker and shut the door behind them. Lifting her up, he felt her feet. Since her “boots” were composed of the same skin tight material the rest of her costume was made out, he could feel each of her toes. “Oh, you jewel. This is exactly what I hoped for,” he said as he licked his lips.

* * * * * *
Later, in another part of the city, White Owl was watching the fashion show wrap up. She had arrived there about an hour ago and after being admitted, had stayed at the edges of the crowd, scanning it for signs of the man she was looking for. But she didn’t see anyone who resembled him. She sighed, annoyed to have gone on a wild goose chase. She pulled out her Guardians communicator to contact Quebec Star, but didn’t get a response. That worried her and she exited the building and took to the sky, heading to where the storage locker was (having memorized the address). Minutes later, she arrived there and began her descent, not slowing as she headed for the door of the locker. If she was wrong, she would pay for the damages and she really hoped that’s what would happen.

The thin metal of the door burst as she hit it, and the scene the greeted her confirmed her worse fears. The Podophile was naked and kneeling on the floor, masturbating, while sucking on Quebec Star’s foot, who was being held in midair in an energy field. Her face was a mask of terror and disgust. White Owl continued flying into the locker and slammed into the Podophile. He went flying across the locker and crashed into a stack of boxes. He tried to get up, but White Owl landed an upwards kick to his jaw, knocking him unconscious.

With him out, the field released Quebec Star and she collapsed to the floor in a heap. White Owl ran over to her and asked, ``Are you alright?” The pregnant heroine looked up at her and managed a feeble nod, but her face told another story. White Owl wanted to comfort her, but now was not the time. She guided her out of the locker and then called the authorities. In short order, the AFPD arrived and took the Podophile into custody after placing a power neutralizer on him. Then, after she had given a statement and was sure that they had the situation under control, she made her way to Quebec Star. The other heroine was sitting against the building with a blanket wrapped around her and holding a bottle of water, both of which the officer who took her statement had given her. Her face showed pure misery. White Owl sat down next to her and waited.

After a few minutes, Quebec Star turned to her and said in a shaky voice, “I feel violated. He didn’t do anything to me other than suck on my feet and jeu avec se, but I couldn’t do anything to make him stop. I never felt so helpless.” She looked over at White Owl, tears streaming through her mask. “How can I deal with this?”

White Owl took Quebec Star by the hand, and with a gentle voice said, "You do it by getting back on the horse; by refusing to surrender to the darkness. Evil things happen in the world, that's why we don masks and capes. And more often than not, we manage to control the darkness. Sometimes, though, it overwhelms us; catching us unaware.

"Can you come back from this? I did." And White Owl recounted her ordeal at the hands of Doppler to the French Canadian.

"How...how did you ever come back?" asked Quebec Star.

"It wasn't easy. I wanted to kill him first, rage, anger! But with the help of some good friends, and a good counselor, I recovered. And you will too."

"But I was so vulnerable, and now I feel I am damaged goods."

White Owl smiled warmly at her colleague. "We're all damaged goods, Quebec Star. You, me, and all the Guardians. We just work around those flaws, and utilize what we have to our best abilities. And we're here for one another...Always. Now come on, I think Angelina might be able to assist you " White Owl wrapped her arms around Quebec Star, and together the two heroines flew toward the Guardian Base.

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This story is set in the city of

Many thanks go out to , not only for letting me use his character and proofreading the story, but for also writing the concluding paragraphs.

Thanks also go out to for providing the art.

Quebec Star and her empowering spirit are property of

Mentioned characters and their owners:
General Bardak =
Mindy Marvel =
FireBrandi =
Angelina =