from "night fire" this scene the police sergeant intentionally sticks Kate into a cell with the worst of the worst and all men at that! She proceeds to take out the ring-leader so she would be left alone.
“It’s okay, boys,” Kate said with her most charming smile. “I’m not going to have any problems with these guys.”
“A bit confident aren’t you?”
“I’m speaking fact,”
Rolling her eyes, Kate stepped through the door, the sound of the force field snapping back on. She heard the sound of the officer’s footfalls heading away as she looked the men over. They outnumbered her twelve to one, she realized, but it wouldn’t matter. There was a method to dealing with people like this, and it always worked.
Just take out the leader and everyone else is afraid to act, she told herself with a tight smile.
“Well, boys,” one large man said, his breath reeking of alcohol. “What do we have here?”
Snorting with contempt, she shook her head at his comment. While he was well over twenty-five centimeters taller then her 167.6 centimeters, it didn’t matter. Looking him over, Kate’s bionic eyes fed her information on his estimated weight and strength levels. While he would have been a danger to her if he got his hands on her, being drunken he was going to have a more difficult time then he was expecting.
And if you’re speaking first, she thought, keeping the words to herself. Then you must be the leader.
“So, honey,” he said. “Why don’t you make our time her easier on us all.”
Kate sighed as she shook her head. “Why don’t you go f*** yourself instead?”
Sergeant James Polk looked at the holovid image from cell nine with an anxious eye. Looking up at the two arresting officer, his eyes trailed back to the identification card in his hand. Lacy Daniels, he mused, from the planet Jefferson. There was no way she was from Jefferson if she had a Neckoen accent! The only people who ever left there were the relatives of the Game Masters, so something was definitely fishy. However, if someone paid her bail, then legally he couldn’t hold her by planetary law either.
Just who are you? He wondered as they watched a interesting interplay going on between her and some of the toughest cases in her cell. There’s something about her that is just flat-out dangerous, and he couldn't place it either!
“Sir,” Officer Ted Briggs, the arresting officer said. “I think things are going to pop.”
“Shouldn’t we get down there and get her out?” Chimed in Neil Allen, his partner, as he fidgeted nervously.
“Let’s wait and see what happens,” Polk murmured.
“What did you say?” the man billowed.
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Kate said. “As drunk as your fat ass is, maybe I need to!”
“You’ve got a big f****** mouth on your for someone as small as you are,” he said as he started to close in on her.
Ripping her hooded coat off, Kate threw it into the corner as she took a fighting position. Several of the men’s eyes grew wide as they saw the black and silver skintight jumpsuit she wore underneath. Moving with the gracefulness of a cat ready to strike, they watched the muscles on her torso rippling as she moved. Someone was going to get hurt, their eyes said, and they were starting to think it might be the man and not her.
“I recommend you back off,” Kate said with an ice-cold look in her eyes. “You’ll have a lot less pain that way.”
“Who the hell is she?” Polk breathed as he watched “Lacy Daniels” tear her coat off and toss it away. His blood went cold as he watched her move with the dangerous grace that made him fear for his life.
“I’m going to have me a bitch for dinner,” he announced to the cellblock.
“Hey man,” one of the men tried to step between him and Kate, knowing what was coming. “Let it be man, she’s going to **** you up.”
With a roar the man swiped a massive arm out, striking the other man in the chest. The force of the blow sent the well-meaner flying across the room to strike the force field. His body made contact with the energy field, the power coursing over him in streams as he screamed in agony. Finally, the field released him and he dropped to the floor, drained, panting for breath.
Kate felt her eyes harder even more with pure hatred for the large man before her. This had gone on entirely long enough, she told herself, and he needed to pay for that! Once he had been beaten down, then the others wouldn’t be a problem for her to deal with. However, as long as he was left to his own devices, she was going to have to look over her shoulder for as long as she was here.
“Well if it’s dinner you want,” Kate said, circling him with her hands in a combination defensive/offensive position. “Then come get some, asshole!”
With a roar the man launched himself as Kate, who sidestepped him with great ease. She reached out as he passed, her hands latching onto the belt of his pants. With a loud grunt, she spun around on her feet, her bionic strength sending him flying across the cell.
Men scattered everywhere as he flew past them and into the wall head first with a loud thud. Stepping back, the man turned to face her, a cut on his forehead opened up, blood pouring down his face. He bared his teeth like a tiger after an antelope and started to come back towards Kate, with both fists raised.
“I’m going to kill you for that,” he said.
“Promises, promises,” Kate said. “All I ever seem to get from you men is empty promises!”
A swinging blow aimed at her head made Kate duck as she turned her shoulder into the blow. It landed hard into her cybernetics, the impact making her teeth vibrate in her mouth while she heard his hand crack. Stumbling off to her right, Kate heard the man scream in agony while he held his injured hand in his healthy one.
“You broke my f****** hand!” He bellowed.
“Just what the hell are you?”
“My God!” Polk gasped as a man and woman entered the front door of the precinct. He knew how dangerous the man fighting her was, and she was systematically demolishing him! Just who the hell was she?
“Your worst nightmare,” Kate muttered as she regained her balance.
Cradling his broken hand while he was still stunned provided Kate all the time she needed. She grabbed him with both hands and jerked him over to her. Looking up into his pain-filled eyes, she could see nothing but fear there. He was just a overgrown bully, she mused, but after wanting to kill her, he wasn’t going to get a break from her. No, he deserved everything he got!
“Say goodnight, Gracie,” she said as she slammed both hands into the side of his head behind his ears. His eyes rolled back into his head as he lost consciousness and slumped to the floor with a thud.
“Anyone else want some?” she asked breathlessly as she wiped her bangs from her face.
No one dared speak up, everyone looking at her with shocked expressions on their faces. While they had expected her to beat her opponent, no one had expected her to destroy him like she did. Once again, she reminded herself, someone didn’t know whom he or she was messing with. One of these days they would learn, it was just going to be a matter of when.
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