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"Spectra's been missing three weeks. Don't you think that's a cause for concern?" The police commissioner stared at me on the Guild's com channel.

I shook my head to accentuate my saying, "No I don't commissioner. Spectra is a certified heroine, yes; but she's also young, and has a life of her own. You can't expect her to fall in every time a cat gets stuck in a tree or a fire breaks out in an abandoned warehouse. that's why cities employ professionals like you."

"I don't know White Owl. I thought the Guild would be more worried than you seem to be."

"We look after our own sir, even if they aren't full fledged members. But I'm sure she's fine." Grumbling, the commissioner cut the line.

I slumped back in my chair, my brows furrowing. The commissioner said it had been three weeks since Spectra had last been seen. It had been 26 days since I had last heard from Lara and I was worried. She hadn't left an offworld notice, and she hadn't called to chew the fat or beg me to go out for ice cream with her, either. The commissioner hadn't known, but I'd been in his city a few times over the past few weeks, investigating.

The best lead I'd found was from a small time hood who'd told me there was a new crime boss in town. I met him at Jitters, near my hotel. I didn't go full costume, just with thick white sunglasses and gloves. I was still seen, apparently. My informant was on the small side, but had been respected in the town once.

"This guy scares me, Owl," he said in his timid voice, constantly glancing over his shoulder. "He's taken down a couple of the top guys in the city--like they was nothin'! They ain't dead though--they're workin' for him."

"Doing what?" I said, curious.

"They're runnin' errands, and representin' him at big meetin's. But they aren't their own men anymore, if you get my drift."

"Does this guy have a name?" I asked.

"Master Mind? MindMaster? I dunno. All I know is he scares the piss outta me. I'm leavin'. I c'n handle capes an' wonders 'n' all, because for the most part, you guys play fair. I ain't so sure about him. So I'm goin' to Hub City. I gotta an in with a group there." He stood to leave and I pulled him back.

"Just one more question. Have you seen Spectra?" I stared deep into his eyes with my steely gray gaze.

"A chick like her? Who could miss her? But no, I ain't seen her. Say...d'you think...?"

I nodded grimly. "Where can I find this Mind Master?"

He trembled for a minute, swallowing hard. "He's on the southeast side o' town. Hangs out in a couple of gentleman's clubs. The Sapphire and the Black Mask. Sapphire's kinda classy, the other one, well, it caters to a different crowd." He left it at that and I released his arm. With a sigh of relief, he wound his way out of the Jitter's coffeeshop and out into the city.

I frowned again, then went back to my hotel room. It was still early, so I slipped into my costume, feeling the power that came to me mentally with the transformation. Even though my powers were on all the time, it wasn't until I put on the costume that I really believed in myself. I smiled, feeling the confidence that came with Athena's wisdom, and knew I would find Spectra before the night was out.

I knew she wasn't dead. There had been NO chatter in the underworld, and taking out a heroine like Spectra would have been big news. But in the same vein, the capture of such a dominating heroine would have been equally newsworthy. She was out there, then. But what was wrong?

I found good vantage points near both the Sapphire and the Black Mask clubs. As early as it was, the Sapphire seemed to be the busier of the two. It was a gentleman's club, from what I could tell as well dressed men and women entered. I could hear Jazz music, and I realized this was likely a front for some of the illegal dealings in Spectra's hometown. I slid into a long, black leather coat. (It wasn't elegant, but would do) and came to the door alone.

"Sorry lady, this is a gentleman's club," said the bouncer. "No unescorted women allowed."

"Oh pooh," I said. "I'd heard so much about this place from my friend Lara that I had to see it for myself. Are you sure I can't get in?" I dangled a Franklin, then leaned in and kissed the bouncer. He swallowed hard and adjusted his tie.

"What did you say your friend's name was, again?" he asked.

"Lara," I smiled.

He put his hand to his ear, and spoke into his lapel for a moment.

"Mr. Masters said to tell you to please come in as his guest ma'am." He lowered the red velvet rope and ushered me into the club.

"May I take your coat?" asked a girl at the coat check. Her eyes seemed dreamy.

"No, thank you," I said. "I don't expect to be here long."

"Suit yourself, honey," she smiled.

Sure enough, two brawny men, who's size and suits spelled "Hired Muscle" were suddenly at either arm. "Mr Masters is expecting you," said one. "Would you come this way?" Each one took an elbow so I couldn't resist and led me up a carpeted stairway to a posh office.I was ushered in without fanfare and stood awkwardly for a moment.

"Ahhh come in, come in, Have a seat!" said the man behind the rosewood desk. "My name is Masters, and I'm afraid I didn't catch yours." I felt two powerful hands move me into the soft visitor's chair.

"It's Tina," I said, with a bored expression. "I wasn't aware visitors got the full tour!" I pulled my sunglasses down and studied Masters. He wasn't anything spectacular, average height, weight and looks--almost non-descript.

"Some visitors..shall we say 'SPECIAL' visitors get to meet me, without disturbing the vibe on the floor." He flipped a switch on the desk and the paneling behind him retracted, showing off the dining room beneath. I could see a jazz ensemble on the stage, playing. All around, people were eating, smiling and talking, unaware they were being watched.

Masters smiled. "This is my little empire, Tina, and I don't like outsiders trying to take that away from me."

"I'm not trying to take it away from you," I replied.

"Oh you are. You came in throwin' around a name that's important to me/ The name Lara. I think you're a special person too--just like she was."

"Was?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I got her to change her mind about her lifestyle, and offered her a job. You're looking for her, right?"
I nodded. A side door to the office opened and I saw her.

"Spectra!" I called She was dressed in black latex and wore a vacant expression. A strange helmet was on her head.

"Oh she don't answer to that any more," said Masters. "And you won't be answering to 'Tina' much longer, White Owl."

"White Owl, I'm not White Owl," I protested.

"You're right," said Masters, "You ain't nobody any more. Get her Lara."

I felt powerful arms wrapping around mine, pinning them to my back. I squirmed, struggling, but if Spectra had lost her mind, she had lost none of her strength. I was unable to break free, and dangled off the floor in Lara's powerful hug.

Masters was soon on me, and I saw he had another weird helmet in his hands. "Hold her tight Lara," he said. The helmet came down on my head, then with a flip of a switch, it was almost like my brain went to a non working channel. The static blotted out any sense of Athena's voice echoing in my head. "You won't get away ...with ....this...." I said as words became hard for me.

"Don't try to think White Owl," said Masters. "You'll hurt yourself." I stood still.

"Boss, isn't White Owl married?" asked one of the goons. He held up my left hand, where a gold mand shimmered.

"White Owl is married, but our new Mistress Tina isn't," he laughed, pulling the ring from my finger. I don't think she'll fit in here at Sapphire, but at Black Mask, well, we're always looking for new talent. She ought to translate well from beating up criminals to beating up johns. He snapped his fingers. "Get her ready."

An hour later, White Owl was gone forever, and Mistress Tina was the newest Domme at the Black Mask."

Description
(A non-canon story, I think...)

based loosely on art and story be

"Spectra's been missing three weeks. Don't you think that's a cause for concern?" The police commissioner stared at me on the Guild's com channel.

I shook my head to accentuate my saying, "No I don't commissioner. Spectra is a certified heroine, yes; but she's also young, and has a life of her own. You can't expect her to fall in every time a cat gets stuck in a tree or a fire breaks out in an abandoned warehouse. that's why cities employ professionals like you."

"I don't know White Owl. I thought the Guild would be more worried than you seem to be."

"We look after our own sir, even if they aren't full fledged members. But I'm sure she's fine." Grumbling, the commissioner cut the line.

I slumped back in my chair, my brows furrowing. The commissioner said it had been three weeks since Spectra had last been seen. It had been 26 days since I had last heard from Lara and I was worried. She hadn't left an offworld notice, and she hadn't called to chew the fat or beg me to go out for ice cream with her, either. The commissioner hadn't known, but I'd been in his city a few times over the past few weeks, investigating.

The best lead I'd found was from a small time hood who'd told me there was a new crime boss in town. I met him at Jitters, near my hotel. I didn't go full costume, just with thick white sunglasses and gloves. I was still seen, apparently. My informant was on the small side, but had been respected in the town once.

"This guy scares me, Owl," he said in his timid voice, constantly glancing over his shoulder. "He's taken down a couple of the top guys in the city--like they was nothin'! They ain't dead though--they're workin' for him."

"Doing what?" I said, curious.

"They're runnin' errands, and representin' him at big meetin's. But they aren't their own men anymore, if you get my drift."

"Does this guy have a name?" I asked.

"Master Mind? MindMaster? I dunno. All I know is he scares the piss outta me. I'm leavin'. I c'n handle capes an' wonders 'n' all, because for the most part, you guys play fair. I ain't so sure about him. So I'm goin' to Hub City. I gotta an in with a group there." He stood to leave and I pulled him back.

"Just one more question. Have you seen Spectra?" I stared deep into his eyes with my steely gray gaze.

"A chick like her? Who could miss her? But no, I ain't seen her. Say...d'you think...?"

I nodded grimly. "Where can I find this Mind Master?"

He trembled for a minute, swallowing hard. "He's on the southeast side o' town. Hangs out in a couple of gentleman's clubs. The Sapphire and the Black Mask. Sapphire's kinda classy, the other one, well, it caters to a different crowd." He left it at that and I released his arm. With a sigh of relief, he wound his way out of the Jitter's coffeeshop and out into the city.

I frowned again, then went back to my hotel room. It was still early, so I slipped into my costume, feeling the power that came to me mentally with the transformation. Even though my powers were on all the time, it wasn't until I put on the costume that I really believed in myself. I smiled, feeling the confidence that came with Athena's wisdom, and knew I would find Spectra before the night was out.

I knew she wasn't dead. There had been NO chatter in the underworld, and taking out a heroine like Spectra would have been big news. But in the same vein, the capture of such a dominating heroine would have been equally newsworthy. She was out there, then. But what was wrong?

I found good vantage points near both the Sapphire and the Black Mask clubs. As early as it was, the Sapphire seemed to be the busier of the two. It was a gentleman's club, from what I could tell as well dressed men and women entered. I could hear Jazz music, and I realized this was likely a front for some of the illegal dealings in Spectra's hometown. I slid into a long, black leather coat. (It wasn't elegant, but would do) and came to the door alone.

"Sorry lady, this is a gentleman's club," said the bouncer. "No unescorted women allowed."

"Oh pooh," I said. "I'd heard so much about this place from my friend Lara that I had to see it for myself. Are you sure I can't get in?" I dangled a Franklin, then leaned in and kissed the bouncer. He swallowed hard and adjusted his tie.

"What did you say your friend's name was, again?" he asked.

"Lara," I smiled.

He put his hand to his ear, and spoke into his lapel for a moment.

"Mr. Masters said to tell you to please come in as his guest ma'am." He lowered the red velvet rope and ushered me into the club.

"May I take your coat?" asked a girl at the coat check. Her eyes seemed dreamy.

"No, thank you," I said. "I don't expect to be here long."

"Suit yourself, honey," she smiled.

Sure enough, two brawny men, who's size and suits spelled "Hired Muscle" were suddenly at either arm. "Mr Masters is expecting you," said one. "Would you come this way?" Each one took an elbow so I couldn't resist and led me up a carpeted stairway to a posh office.I was ushered in without fanfare and stood awkwardly for a moment.

"Ahhh come in, come in, Have a seat!" said the man behind the rosewood desk. "My name is Masters, and I'm afraid I didn't catch yours." I felt two powerful hands move me into the soft visitor's chair.

"It's Tina," I said, with a bored expression. "I wasn't aware visitors got the full tour!" I pulled my sunglasses down and studied Masters. He wasn't anything spectacular, average height, weight and looks--almost non-descript.

"Some visitors..shall we say 'SPECIAL' visitors get to meet me, without disturbing the vibe on the floor." He flipped a switch on the desk and the paneling behind him retracted, showing off the dining room beneath. I could see a jazz ensemble on the stage, playing. All around, people were eating, smiling and talking, unaware they were being watched.

Masters smiled. "This is my little empire, Tina, and I don't like outsiders trying to take that away from me."

"I'm not trying to take it away from you," I replied.

"Oh you are. You came in throwin' around a name that's important to me/ The name Lara. I think you're a special person too--just like she was."

"Was?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I got her to change her mind about her lifestyle, and offered her a job. You're looking for her, right?"
I nodded. A side door to the office opened and I saw her.

"Spectra!" I called She was dressed in black latex and wore a vacant expression. A strange helmet was on her head.

"Oh she don't answer to that any more," said Masters. "And you won't be answering to 'Tina' much longer, White Owl."

"White Owl, I'm not White Owl," I protested.

"You're right," said Masters, "You ain't nobody any more. Get her Lara."

I felt powerful arms wrapping around mine, pinning them to my back. I squirmed, struggling, but if Spectra had lost her mind, she had lost none of her strength. I was unable to break free, and dangled off the floor in Lara's powerful hug.

Masters was soon on me, and I saw he had another weird helmet in his hands. "Hold her tight Lara," he said. The helmet came down on my head, then with a flip of a switch, it was almost like my brain went to a non working channel. The static blotted out any sense of Athena's voice echoing in my head. "You won't get away ...with ....this...." I said as words became hard for me.

"Don't try to think White Owl," said Masters. "You'll hurt yourself." I stood still.

"Boss, isn't White Owl married?" asked one of the goons. He held up my left hand, where a gold mand shimmered.

"White Owl is married, but our new Mistress Tina isn't," he laughed, pulling the ring from my finger. I don't think she'll fit in here at Sapphire, but at Black Mask, well, we're always looking for new talent. She ought to translate well from beating up criminals to beating up johns. He snapped his fingers. "Get her ready."

An hour later, White Owl was gone forever, and Mistress Tina was the newest Domme at the Black Mask."