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Rise of the Knight Rider (Noon_Shadow and Superheroinevengeance)

She closed her eyes when he begun to whisper into, a chill of fright and disgust running down her spin. He was not making his intentions the subtle. The knife rubbing across her neck was reality check she could not be Knight Rider anywhere or any place. “Please stop...” she muttered softly as he took hold of her ample, firm young breast and caressed between his fingers. “I’m sorry!” She knew this was not going to end soon, he would humiliate her in front of everyone and the boy she loved would be forced to watch another man touch what only he had. She was sorry though, not so much for standing up against him or acting like a brat; for getting Drake hurt, not being able to save anyone and not being able to stop Praetorian, she was sorry. “I’m sorry, I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t hurt him anymore.” She looked over her shoulder at Praetorian, faking a smile. “Forgive me” she finished.

His remark about Drake watching ripped her heart from her chest, she never wanted this to happen to him but now she knew how much he meant to her. He had become a liability, a weakness. She dropped her head into her hand as she tried not to break down and ball. “Ok...” she said defeated as her trembling fingers slide beneath the waist band of her sexy black thong, pushing them over her firm butt cheeks, across her bone crushing thighs and letting them drop off her toned calves. As she did this, she had to lean forward and could feel his growing bulge. He was not something to laugh about, his size was quite impressive and would certainly fill her vagina full. Standing back up straight, she felt like a whore as all eyes were on her naked body. “Please, no more” she begged. This was a reminder what it felt like to be a victim, to be helpless in a situation. He would pay for this, some where and some time she kept telling herself while trying to remain strong.
 
The sight of such a sexy young woman was having an effect on several people in the room. A few people were averting their eyes, finding this very distasteful, but for many of them, morbid curiosity, concern, and a bit of arousal compelled them to watch. And when her panties slipped off of her hips, many men (and a few women) started to feel a stirring in the loins as the show proceeded. How far would it go? The Praetorian was only smiling behind his mask as h e slipped the knife away from Paige's soft flesh, sliding it back into the scabbard at his belt. The fingers on his left hand continued to knead and tease her breast, rough fingers nevertheless working to massage the firm, yielding teenaged flesh into compliance. Her nipple was pinched between thumb and forefinger. One saving grace for Paige was that nobody had the courage to risk grabbing their phone and start taking pictures or recording this-not with so many armed men in the room.

Drake's head was still woozy from where he'd been struck with the pistol, but he felt his blood boiling. He wanted to DO something, to stop this somehow, but the headache he had was a constant reminder-not to mention the gun pointed at him. His mind was working overtime now, trying to analyze the possibilities. He had a good idea of police response times, and he figured it had been nearly 10 minutes since the men had broken into the room. They could get a car outside to respond by now...if an alert had been sent out. He grimly wondered about the possibility that nobody had managed to alert the police. For now, he was just stuck watching as this fiend started molesting the woman he loved, his large hands on her body. He wanted to castrate the man and watch him bleed out from his genitals. There was also a disturbing feeling of getting turned on, since Paige's body had always had that affect on him and he had so much latent lust toward her, that even seeing someone else touch her was perversely exciting. He hated it, but he continued watching.

Once the Praetorian had put his knife back in place, his right hand moved down to Paige's thigh, sliding up her soft, toned flesh. She pleaded for him to stop this, but he wasn't done yet. "You remember who's in charge here, don't you?" he whispered. As he did, his hot breath moved against her neck, coming out of his mask. "I'm sure a slut like you has been using her looks to try to charm her way out of trouble since you hit puberty," he continued. The fingers on his hand moved up to her inner thigh, grazing around. "Probably knowing that men are admiring you and wishing they could see your naked body. Your good looks give you power, and now, I'm going to take that power away from you." His rough, firm hand then cupped up against her pussy, fingers sliding against the lips of her sex, stimulating it with his hand for his audience. He wanted them to see the young slut who had mouthed off at him now getting aroused underneath his touch.
 
Paige wanted to run so far away she never be seen again as he stood there massaging her breast in his hand. Typically Drake would grope her firm breasts and it would be enough to drive her orgasm but this made her feel degraded. This fingers only made it worse, pinching and tugging on her nipple like they were his. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face the fact; anyone’s nipple would grow hard under this stimulation and her’s did just that. “Stop, please” she groaned as she felt her sex start to moisten. “No...” she whimpered but this was only the beginning. It was going to get worse before it got better and she already felt like she would not wash this filthy, dirty feeling off her body.

She felt his hand slid down, not satisfied in simply humiliating her. “No, please no” she said as she started to struggle a little bit but he was too strong for her to break loose. “Please stop” she called out as his finger slipped between her folds. “STOP” she called out, her voice desperate and scared. She was ashamed her body had reacted to him fondling her breasts but this could drive her to orgasming if her found the right spot which he did. “Ohhhhh” she moaned out sharply when his finger brushed over her clit. “Noooo” she screamed as she tried to get away again. The feeling of unwanted stimulation passed through her as he molested her. Unfiltered, dirty lust would slowly take over her and she knew it unless she stopped him.

Through it all, her mind went to Drake and what he would think. Would he still want her after this? Would he look at her the same? Would he even touch her? “Drake!” She called out, the personality of the rebellious heroic teen gone and the helpless girl pleading for a knight in shining armor in its own place.
 
Even though she was surprisingly strong for such a slender girl, Stone was physically stronger. He had a big, muscular chest, wide shoulders, and well-toned arms. He had well over 100 pounds on the girl and she had no leverage. There was no getting away from him at the moment, and the feeling of her body squirming only served to brush her ass up against his crotch, making him grow even harder in his pants. He felt the moistness dripping from her sex against his fingers as he molested her, his fingertip moving across her clit. The sight of a young woman being molested to arousal in a crowded room was pornographic, and Paige was an unwilling participant.

"This is what I meant about power," the Praetorian softly whispered into her ear, taunting her. "Your words, your protests, they have no sway over me, just like your teenaged spoiled ranting had no power. And now I even control your body...a murderer's rough hands on your soft skin, and your body gets aroused and excited," he continued. Two fingers continued to stroke up and down her moist pussy between her thighs as his left hand kept groping at her breasts, her cries of "No" going completely unheeded. Her hormones, fueling her libido, would work against her, and Stone had plenty of experience using his fingers to play with women. He worked to tease her arousal higher and higher, but he made sure to AVOID sending her over the top into an orgasm. His goal was to gradually begin turning her cries of "No" into "Yes."

Drake had been watching in horror as it continued, and seeing the reaction in Paige, seeing her body growing aroused, was a little bit heartbreaking. He knew it wasn't her fault, and yet it still stirred that jealous corner of his heart, especially the part of him that felt inadequate, as if he wasn't worthy of the great girl he was dating. When she screamed her name, as if crying out for help, his heart felt like it was being wrenched from his chest. He clenched his fist, but he felt too impotent. There was a gun right against his flesh, and another man with a gun between him and Paige. He really couldn't do anything. He let his head hang down, unable to watch any more of this.

Meanwhile, the Praetorian continued to mercilessly assault and tease Paige's body. More haunted whispered touched her ears. "You want everyone to see what a worthless slut you are, don't you," he said, cruelly. A finger dipped into her sex, wriggling around the walls of her pussy as he penetrated her. "You want me to make you cum, don't you?"
 
Paige could not deny he knew what he was doing. The way he held her tight, caressed her breast and teased her most forbidden of spots was nothing like Drake had done before. He was a man who knew how to touch a woman, and as much as she hated the thought, her body longed to be touched in such a way. “Fuck” she whined as her entire body shivered head to toe from the electricity pulsing from her clit. “Ooohhhhhh” She moaned while closing her eyes and biting her lip. “You won’t get away with this” she sighed, each word coming between heavy breaths and her ass tensing up against the growing cock pressed against it. Maybe under different circumstances she would gladly tear his clothes from him and ride it, but right now she had control over one thing only and she was not about to let him turn her into a willing slut. That was the worst humiliation of all in her mind and she focused on that point alone.

She gasped when she felt his fat finger slip inside of her, her pussy still young and tight rather than used and loose like most older women. “Ooohhhhhh” she moaned, her mouth and eyes opening wide as her vagina adjusted to fit tightly around the new girth which penetrated her womanhood. She glanced toward Drake, watching his head fall. She thought he hated her, how could she let this happen? It was the one thing she could hold onto, intentionally or not to keep her mind from breaking as her body so quickly betrayed her. “No” She grunted like the rebellious teen she was when he asked about everyone seeing what a slut she was. She followed that with a stern “Fuck you” when he asked about making her cum. It might as well had been her saying yes because she pussy was contracting around his finger. “Damn it...” she screamed before crying out with a powerful unwanted moan. She was there, her body ready to release. “No... no....” she struggled but she tensed up, unable to stop herself.

“OOOOOOHHHHHHHH” she screamed out, her voice full of ecstasy as her entire body started to shake violently. Anyone in the room with any sense knew he had defeated her in that exact moment, he had made her cum. “She continued to moan, her hips bucking against his finger and her nipples rock hard. “Noooo....” she moaned softly as her body started to shiver and come down from the sexual high. “You... monster...” she whimpered as her head dropped on shame, pulses of pleasure still rippling away from her used cunt.
 
TheThe sound of her unwanted orgasm made Stone's cock practically twitch in his pants. Her body slumped down, a bit tired from the orgasm she'd just had forced out of her. Part of him wanted to continue, to extend her humiliation, to rip open his trousers and pound her pussy right there. But he'd taken long enough with this particular lesson. "As I said, I control this city and take whatever I want....your mouth, your cunt, even your orgasms," he growled into her. And then he shoved her naked body down to the floor, leaving her there. "You've got a bit of exhibitionist to you. You might want to find some work as a stripper"

Then he turned to his men. "Exit strategy," he said, and then everyone in his crew donned gas-masks. A couple of smoke cannisters were then tossed into the room, as the hostages were fitted with gas-masks. Once all the hostages had gas-masks on, a cannister of tear-gas was dropped in the hallway. A trio of rounds from a rifle were fired into the ceiling. "It's been fun, all, but I'm afraid we'll have to retire for now. You'll be hearing from us soon, Mr. Mayor," he threatened, having the Mayor's wife and daughter in his tow, along with the families of the commissioner and DA.

Drake's hands were still stuck behind him. His cock was still hard in his pants, though it came with a fair share of shame. The sound and sight of Paige being driven to orgasm had been unquestionably erotic, but the nonconsensual nature of it horrified him. As the crew started moving, there was a gun placed in his back, urging him on. He was the only adult male in the crew. He was left wondering if Paige had slipped a tracker onto any of the hostages. If so, would she tell the police? No, then she might have to tell them where she got it, which would raise some uncomfortable questions for the Knight Rider. Paige would suit up and come up after him herself, he suspected. He followed as they were led down the stairs to the back exit, something of a loading dock. The doors of several trucks that looked like catering vehicles were opened, and they were shoved into three of them. The rear portion of those vehicles had long benches against either wall. He was apparently too slow in climbing in, as he took a rifle butt in the small of his back. Moments later, the vehicles were pulling out of the parking lot.
 
She fell hard to the floor, landing on top of her dress as she laid on her side. She looked over her head at Pretorian while grabbing her dress and using it to cover herself up. His last jab, about her becoming a stripper, cut to the bone and only drove her hatred for him deeper. There was nothing he could ever do now to make her change her mind about him, he was going to pay for what he did to her, her father and Drake. She stared at him with a look of death, a look very few in this town had ever seen and those who had would never forget. She slipped her dress back on, never taking her eyes off of Drake. “I’m coming for you” she mouthed softly at him, not sure if he knew he was the one with the tracker or not.

When the gas canisters were finally released, she made a straight line for the back exit of the room once the men were clearing out. Grabbing a chair, she throws it through a window which shatters on impact. The gas starts to rush through the window but throughout the room she can hear people coughing and screaming. It was a matter of time before the police arrived and worse, it was a matter of time before they started to ask her what happened since she became such a central part of the entire night’s events. Racing to the back of the house, where all the cars were parked, she slipped into one of cars and hot wired it. Once it started, she pulled out and raced from the scene as fast as she could. She had to get home, most likely her father would not be there, and she could change.

Stopping a couple blocks short of her home, she jumps out of the car and runs toward her home. Arriving, she looked around and noticed her father was gone. Deep down, she knew he had to be on his way to either the docks or the party. Most likely the party since he knew she was there. Moving to her window, she slipped it open and climbed inside. Pulling the military grade case Drake gave her from the back of her closet, she pulled out her suit. In a matter of seconds, the humiliated Paige transformed herself into the prideful Knight Rider. Rushing to her cell phone, she pulled up the GPS of the tracker before taking off into the night.
 
Elias had requested some extra floodlights brought out to the docks. Even at the best of times, the docks were poorly light at night, and this was an overcast night, which hampered the investigation. They had 6 men in custody, all of whom had immediately invoked their right to remain silent and requested lawyers. None of them had said anything regarding the Knight Rider other than referencing "that bitch." But Elias was able to put a few things together-the two men inside the warehouse had been drugged with some manner of knockout gas, and were still woozy from the aftereffects of it. Someone else had burns on his hand, some kind of high voltage electrical device. And the man dangling off the edge off the roof was secured with some kind of fiber cable.

"We need to find out where her tech comes from," he said. They were hoping to find something she'd left behind, but she seemed to have cleansed the crime scene of everything except the victims and the cable which bound the men up. He walked up to one of the detectives on his task force, Peggy Frazier. "What about the weapons in the warehouse? They were shipped in from overseas, and they're fully auto-illegal for private ownership in the country. How did they pass customs?"

Peggy had no answers. "It seems these crates were given an exception that allowed them to bypass inspection. The authorization was valid, but the authorization number isn't associated with any US. Customs Agent. We've heard the mob is getting more and more sophisticated, so it may be they used some computer wizardry to sneak these through." She shrugged.

It was then that both their phones sprang up with alerts at the same time, tied into the police alert system. "Terroristic activity," it said, and then it named the party where the new Mayor, DA, and Commissioner were celebrating.

"Jesus, my daughter is there," he said. He turned to Peggy. "You take charge here, make sure to wrap this up, and make sure our perps are booked." He then quickly moved to his car, pulling out his cell phone and calling Paige. "C'mon, Paige, pick up..." he said, as his car pulled out from the docks and began speeding toward the crime scene.

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The trucks were in no rush. They made several unnecessary turns just in case among their captives was attempting to mentally map their route and discover their locations. As they were driving, a one of the masked thugs began sweeping through the clothes of every hostage, pulling out their cell phones, and then turning them off before destroying them. They took no chances of letting the police track them. Unfortunately for them, the GPS tracker that Paige had slipped into Angela's pocket had gone unnoticed, being about the size of a watch battery and sticking to the inside of her pocket.

When the trucks finally did stop, they began unloading their passenders. Drake had no idea where he was, but his hands were still bound, so he followed the goons leading them out. They were in a dark garage somewhere, and they were led down a dark stairwell underneath it. It was then that Drake realized they weren't all here-the truck he was in had contained the Mayor's family-his wife and daughter, as well as the mayor's sister and her young son. The other two trucks, including the ones that contained the commissioner's family, had apparently gone somewhere else. They were led down to the basement area which was clearly meant as some manner of holding area. They were all ushered in a large cell with thick steel door, surrounded by thick concrete walls. Their hands were uncuffed as they were shoved inside, and then the door was slammed behind them. The room had four small cots in it.

"Well," Drake murmuered. "This has been a fun night."
 
Paige watched as the tiny GPS tracker she had placed on Angela connected to a satellite before showing up as a little blip on her phone. A smile crossed Paige’s face in that moment, she had a real lead on Praetorian for the first time in her career, but the program was suddenly interrupted by her phone ringing. “Damn it daddy” she groaned as she debated whether to answer it or not. What would she tell him? What about when he found out what happened at the party. Slowly, she answered the phone as she crawled out of her bedroom window. “Daddy!” she said trying to sound scared and concerned. “He was there, the man in the mask I over heard you talking about, he was there.” She whined trying to stay scared. “He… he humiliated me and took Drake.” She climbed onto a crotch rocket she kept hidden in a house Drake had bought just to help her hide certain things. “Daddy, my phone is going dead… I had to get away from that place! Everyone there seen me, I had too…” she suddenly hung up the phone as if it went dead before pulling the GPS system up again.

Firing the crotch rocket up, she opened the garage door and took off into the night traveling as fast as it would go with the phone GPS placed on a small holding platform mounted on the handle bars. Whipping in and out of traffic, she made her way across the city as she finally arrived less than a quarter mile from the GPS ping. Parking the bike, she makes sure to leave it hidden in the shadows. She took a long moment to look around and gather her surroundings before she begun to walk slowly in the shadows. Her heart was racing, she had always gone after street dealers, thugs and other petty crimes but this was the big time. If she could save all of these hostages, she could make a name for herself, but all she could focus on was Drake. What she had done to him, how she had drug him into all of this. She felt a strong sense of guilt for what she had done, which weighed heavily on her mind.
 
"We're ready to go. This signal will go straight to the Mayor's office, police HQ, and to the governor's office as well. We're routing through dozens of servers overseas so they can't track this signal."

A camera panned across the hostages. Their hands remained cuffed behind their backs, and a chain had been added, cuffing them against the wall. 9 hostages, representing the close family of the District Attorney and the Police Commissioner of Pearl Coast. The mayor's family was nowhere in sight. As the camera panned, it showed several armed masked men keeping the hostages under their eye. The camera then found the black mask of the Praetorian, speaking to the camera.

"I've let too many things pass in this city. I am through with fucking around. You will comply with my requests, you will listen to what I have to say. If you want the safe release of all of the hostages, you'll comply with all of these demands. You have 48 hours to fulfill these requests.

"First, Sal Fretolli is to be immediately released from federatl detention. He will be returned to Pearl Coast. Secondly, all assets seized by the government during the course of their pursuit against Sal Fretolli and the so-called 'mob' in Pearl Coast will be refunded-everything from Fretolli's house, limousine, and personal effects to the seized shipments of weapons. And third, you will immediately repeal or stop enforcement of unconstitutional criminal measures against racketeering. No longer will you be able to charge men with crimes they didn't commit because they happen to be associated with others who've committed those crimes.

You will respond in 48 hours, or hostages will executed, 1 for every hour you go past the deadline. The Praetorian has spoken."

The broadcast cut off. The man behind the mask smiled as he glanced around at his associates. "I'd say we've had a successful broadcast. I'll be in my office." He glanced at the hostages. "I guess we can start letting them have bathroom breaks. Take them out in pairs only." He walked down the hall and went to a private room, where he stretched out on the sofa to lay down for a bit.

There were 12 armed men inside. They all were fully decked out-kevlar vests, plenty of ammunition, and they still had the gas-masks they'd used in the raid. They were two levels underground, the only entrances being the stairwell and the freight elevator. Two men were stationed near the stair well, 8 with the hostages, another man was escorting hostages to the bathroom down the hall. They had assorted food and supplies to hold out in this room for two weeks. After the big splash they'd made earlier that night, none of them planned to be on the streets any time soon.
 
Knight Rider moved closer to the building, making sure to stick to the shadows and scanning for guards before she makes any step. She had no clue what was waiting for her inside of the complex, but there was one knew device Drake had recently created that could at least help her map out the building and identify where people were located. Moving to a window, she pulls a glass cutter from her belt and quietly cuts away a glass panel. Making sure not to break it, she pulls a sonar device from her belt and places it in the window seal. Turning it on, it starts to silently send sound waves throughout the building, recreating a virtual map that appears on the bottom left corner of her visor. “Shit” she mutters to herself when she realizes how many people are being held below ground.

Moving to another window, she needed to find a room she could sneak into that would give her a chance to gain the element of surprise. On the opposite side of the complex, she finds a window she is able to sneak into after cutting the entire window pane out. Dropping into the dark room, she looks around and sees nothing. She moves to the door, watching her visor as a guard starts to walk down the hallway. Waiting until he passes by, she slips out of the room and kicks the back of his knee to drop him down to her size. Her arms quickly wrap around his neck in a choke hold while her gloves pass an electric shock into his body. Once he is out, she slowly drags him back into the room she just came from. Pulling out a zip tie, she straps his hands behind his back. Grabbing the gun he was carrying, she breaks it apart so the gun is completely useless before moving down the dark hallway, making sure to avoid any and all she might come across.
 
The guards continued their work, unaware that the lookout on the next level up was quickly neutralized. That left 11 more men in the compound. The Praetorian was down there in the office, stretched out on his couch. 2 men remained watching stairwell. A fourth was supervising bathroom visits. There were four guards in the main "holding area," where they'd shot their little film with the ransom demands. The ninth man had been posted just outside the door, watching the hall. The other two had drawn the first opportunity at sack time, and had gone to get a little rest. With the need to hold hostages for multiple days, rotating sleeping hours was important-that was why there were more guards than hostages.

Elsewhere, things were moving. The governor hadn't been able to be reached at this time of night, but Lieutenant governor was, and his eyes bulged at the ransom demands, as he went through the options with his staff. "That's completely outrageous. This man can't be serious. Even if we could arrange the release of Fretelli, it's impossible we could track down all the assets we've seized to refund them. How are we supposed to comply with this?" He turned to an aide. "I need to talk to Police HQ in Pearl Coast. I need to know everything they have on this Praetorian character. And someone wake up the governor-if we need to, he'll declare a state of emergency and send in the National Guard."

Elias had arrived at the scene at the country club. It was a disorganized mess. Several officers dead, all the men who'd been tasked with security. He maneuvered through the mess to see that Chief Ryan was there, having taken over the site himself to investigate and interview. He was speaking to the Commissioner at the moment. Elias was looking around, trying to find someone who could fill him in, when he noted Detective Harvey. "What happened?" Elias glanced around. Harvey gave Elias a sympathetic glance, and then pulled him aside.

"Well, this is sensitive. Let me tell you what happened involving your daughter," he began, before filling Elias in on the details. By the end, Elias found himself feeling cold. Cold and angry.
 
Knight Rider moved slowly throughout the compound, surprised there was not any more guards positioned on some of the top floors as she crept closer and closer to the basement entrance. She peaked at the two of them, they would be easy to take out but the two that was asleep needed to be taken out as well. Moving through the darkness, she found the room where they two men were both snoring. Too easy she thought as she pulled two gas pellets from her belt, rolling them across the floor. She shut the door softly behind her to lock in the gas, but they would easily inhale it without ever knowing as they slept. Two more down she thought before she moved back to the basement entrance. Pressing a button on her bracer, a small revolving dart shooter revealed itself. Aiming it at the furthest first, a dark shot into the man’s neck followed quickly by one shooting into the other man’s neck. It was a temporary toxin Drake had developed himself, which caused the entire nerves system to go numb for an hour.

Moving toward the two men as they laid on the ground, they both got a good look at her before she swung hard punches to knock each man out. With a smirk on her face, she said softly “five down.” Slipping down the stairwell, she had to hide as two of the guards started to return hostages back to the holding area. She made sure to hide in the shadows as they passed only feet from her while she used a corner for cover. Letting them all pass, she snuck around the corner and fired another dart. She rushed to catch him before he fell, wrapping him up in a choke hold and dragging him into the dark hallway. “Run, get out of here and call the police” she whispered to the two that had been escorted to the bathroom.
 
The two hostages looked up as they were turning from the bathroom, as the woman in black streaked past them and grabbed the guard. Neither of them saw the dart that had been fired, so when the guard slumped suddenly as she dragged them back, they were confused about what happened. The woman who looked up was the DA's sister, and her daughter, the DA's niece, and they nodded before they turned, running back up the stairs. After a few moments they were outside. Without their cell phones, they maneuvered around the dark streets alone, looking for some place where they could find a phone.

About this time, Elias was leaving the Country club. He had tried calling his daughter again to no avail. He thought about checking in at home, but instead...for now...his instincts took him to investigate. He suspected the Praetorian was some kind of mob boss-he used all the same mob contacts, from what Elias knew, and the money seemed to be flowing the same way as when Fretolli was in charge. That gave him a few ideas of people he could question. But first thing's first....he pulled into a coffee shop. "Extra shots of espresso, please," he told the barista. "It's gonna be a long night."

The guards who were in the main hostage holding area were starting to get suspicious. "When's the last time you heard from Phil," one of them asked, looking over to the others. "He's supposed to check in every hour until we send someone else up to." They all shook their heads. The man in question took out his radio. "Hey Phil, check in. Let us hear from you. Everything still quiet?" After a minute passed, with no answer. He scooped up his gun. "Something's wrong, guys."
 
She continued through the darkness, unaware they had realized something was up but at least half of the men were down. She moved slowly, making sure not to do something stupid that could get her caught and cost her life. “Slow and steady” she mumbled to herself below her breath as she found the doorway where everyone was being held. She seen the man outside the door and looked at her darts, just one left. She could see by her sonar device there was at least four inside, so no matter what she was going to have to fight and using gas pellets was out of the question. She needed the hostages to be awake if they had any chance at escaping. Raising her arm up, she fired the last dart she had into the guard standing just outside the door. She watched as his body tensed up and she raced at him, catching him before he fell hard to the ground. “Nighty night” she said with as she locked him in a choke hold and held it until he was out.

That is where things went south for her as the guards inside grew suspicious. Just as she laid the guard softly on the ground, releasing the choke hold she heard the door open. She looked up just in time to make eye contact with the guard who had radioed for his partner. There was a brief moment where both froze before she dove into the darkness, using it for cover as the man opened fire and alerted the rest of the building what was going on. Hiding behind a wall, the bullets ripped through it and a few slammed into the back of her armor. “Uhhhhh…” she grunted has it still felt like she was getting shot by paint balls. She used this to her advantage though, pulling out her grappling gun, she dropped it to the ground as if she had been shot and fell over dead.
 
The guard walked over to her slowly, holding his weapon, keeping it pointed at her as she lay on the ground. He called over his shoulder. "It's that black-clad nosy bitch. Target's down. Evans, back me up." Another man crept out of the room. Inside that room there were still six hostages, all chained up against the wall, some of whom were whimpering in fear from the sound of gunfire spring up. Everyone had seen at least one man die tonight as a result of the events at the party, and were terrified they might have to see another. A man named Rolly spoke up, "I'll go grab the boss."

Meanwhile, the two guards in the hallway were creeping up slowly on the presumed corpse, looking down at her. The first guard smiled as he made a comment. "Man, look at that ass. Damn shame, taking down a fine-ass bitch like this. In that tight leather, too. Man, I'd have wrecked that cunt so hard she couldn't walk."

Evans, the man who walked out to back him up, spoke up. "Jesus man, you always think with your dick. We'll get some tail after we finish this job. Wait a second....why isn't there any blood?" He was looking for blood splatters ont he floor, on the wall, any sign that the bullets had penetrated. Then he reached out to poke her with the muzzle of his rifle.
 
Knight Rider laid perfectly still as the man walked to her, his remarks about her ample tush nearly brought a smile to her face. Even in situations like these, it was nice to hear a compliment no matter how tasteless it was. Her plan was working perfectly though, she was drawing two in rather than just one. When she felt the other’s gun barrel begin to poke at her, she knew it was time. She grabbed the barrel, sending an electric shook through her glove and into the gun. She watched as the man begun to shake while she grabbed the other around the ankle and did the same. She held on until both dropped their guns before releasing her grip. Both men crashed to the floor around her, both still alive but it would take a few days before they were normal again.

Pushing herself up, she tossed multiple smoke bombs into the room. She knew it would panic the hostages but it would give her a chance to get the jump on the two remaining inside. She waited until the room was full before she charged inside, spearing one to the ground before punching her three times from a mounted position. Once he was out, she whipped through the smoke again to take out the remaining guard from behind. Kicking his knee from beneath him, she disarmed him with ease before using the gun to choke him out. When he had quit struggling, she stood up. By now the smoke was clearing and the hostages could see her. “I’m here to save you” she said to them in a deep voice.
 
She moved fast. Surprisingly fast. The two guards were blinded by the smoke couldn't see what was coming, and they were hesitant to open fire. The hostages were not valuable dead, and their boss had given strict orders against killing them. So when the Knight Rider, in her black suit, jumped out and started striking at them, they had no chance, no way to stand up to her. They both went down hard. Knight Rider had possession of the building. Meanwhile, the two hostages she'd already freed had found themselves a 24 hour coffee shop, and the manager helpfully called the police and promised they could stay there safely until help arrived.

But there was one person left unaccounted for. As Knight Rider moved toward the hostages, attempting to move up to remove the chains holding their handcuffs, a man emerged from the smoke behind her. The Praetorian, in his typical black mask. "I wasn't expecting you to get here so soon," he said, wickedly, before he pounced on her, using his weight to drive her to the ground. He delivered a kick to her side, before rolling away, trying to avoid getting entangled by any of her little tricks. He fell back to a doorway at the other end of the holding cell, waiting to lure her in. "Come and get me, if you can. I can't wait to see the body you've got under that tight suit of yours."
 
She turned to face the voice when she heard it call out to her, but she did not have time to react before she was sent crashing hard to the ground. Had it not been for her armor, his weight crashing on top of her might have broken some ribs or at least knocked the wind from her. “Uhhhh” She grunted just before she felt the kick to her side. She wore armor, but it could not absorb everything. She still felt every bullet and even every blow though they did not so much harm at all. Standing up, she looked toward him as he made his remark and then looked back at the hostages. She needed to get them out of here, but she had a chance to take down Praetorian as well. Her eyes narrowed, the thoughts of earlier events flashing through her mind as he mentioned her body. “Not a chance” she growled, her anger getting the best of her as she charged at him.

She was quick on her feet, and in a instant was close enough for her to swing a hard fist at his face. She worked out everyday, trained by multiple fighting instructors plus her gloves were practically brass knuckles to made the shots hurt even worse. As her fist smashed into the side of his dark mask, he would be able to feel it. Maybe no more than she felt the kick, but that was not the point. She wanted to reach out and touch him, she wanted him to know he was no longer invincible. She could reach him, even in the most secure location like this. Maybe this would cause him to do something stupid in the future or maybe she could end it all right here. The police had to be on their way by now, the first two hostages had been gone for quite a few minutes. What a gift, what a surprise it would be for her to hand them the most wanted criminal in the city with the kidnapped victims in hand. No amount of money could buy his way out of that.

That was the side of her mind that was thinking, the other side was angry. She seen the replay of him shooting Drake, the images of her father laying in a hospital bed and barely clinging to life. Hell, what he had done to her earlier meant nothing compared to those two things. She wanted this man dead, more than anything and this could be her chance, but what would her father say? He would be so disappointed. What she would do, it would be a struggle. She was conflicted, the rage she felt and the justice she believed in struggling for control.
 
He backed up, on the defense once Knight Rider begam charging at him. He was big, strong, and muscular, but she was fast and quick. His head started ringing when he took a shot in the side of the mask. He blocked another punch as he backed up into an adjacent room. The hostages remained stranded, chained up in the previous room. He laughed at her behind his mask. "Come on, show me what you've got, slut. I've been wanting a shot at you for a long time." There was something off about his voice, something amiss, but he goaded her own.

"Are you stalling for time, or what?" He launched a kick at her, aiming for her knee, but she was too quick for him while dodging it. Another blow landed in her misecond, but her armored suit seemed to displace most of the force of the blow, and did little to even slow her down. He gave her a bit of a growl. "The real question is, do you think time is on your side, or is it on mine? Who is going to have back-up here sooner?" He continued falling back until he reached the dark office where he'd been napping. Suddenly, a flurry of traded blows knocked him back more, until he crashed back against the shelf. A series of objects fell from the shelf and then landed on him. "Oh fuck, shit."

He was the ground...and surrounded by dozens of copies of the Praetorian's black mask. He was panting, on the ground, looking up at her. Even after getting his ass kicked, looking up at the Knight Rider from this angle gave him a bit of arousal, her outfit tight against a slender figure. He groaned and tried to roll over, covering his head. "Jesus, the boss didn't tell me you would hit so hard," he grunted, still on the floor. It soon became clear-this wasn't the same voice behind the mask who had been at the party.

Franco Desylvia felt hot behind the mask. He'd been a paid hitman for the mob for years. He'd felt sure he could take down this bitch after getting the drop on her. Franco took one last shot at her, sweeping at her legs from the ground and then lunching at her, trying to tackle her and use his weight advantage against her. "You're going down, slut!"
 
Knight Rider knee this could easily be an impostor, but she held out hope the man beneath the mask was the right man. He gave her reason to fight harder, and if he was not the real Praetorian, he might know who was. Most importantly, he might know where Drake was. She landed with a thud when he swept her feet from beneath her, landing hard on her back as he jumped up and charged. So angry, he was an easy target. Maybe he underestimated her? She pushed both feet into his gut and using his own momentum, flipped him over her head and into the wall before kicking back to her feet. She turned to face the fake crime boss as he stood up. “Where is the other hostages?” She asked coldly as she prepared another attack. When he charged at her again and tried to spear her, she wrapped her arm around his neck tightly and let him drive her into the wall but she made sure his head went face first into it, slamming luckily into a stud. When he staggered backwards, she swept his feet.

Standing over the beaten man, she placed her foot on his balls. “Do you know how many bones are in the human body?” She asked his with a vicious tone, putting pressure on his man hood. “You’re going to tell me where the other hostages are and who Praetorian is or we’ll count each bone as I break it.” She stomped down, nut cracking him hard to drive her point home. “This gets a lot worse if you do not speak” she growled angrily. “Where are the other hostages!”
 
Franco looked up as the bitch in black loomed over him, his head having crashed into the floor. He groaned, grasping his head pain, as he tried to scramble back, but then her foot hovered onto his scrotum, pushing down just enough to pinch out some pain. "Shitshitshit," he grunted, looking up at her. "Careful please don't....I don't know, I don't know where he took the other hostages, said he wanted to split them up for insurAAAAAANCE!!!" he screamd out as her weight came down on him, his body doubling over, writhing in pain as she squashed his balls. He curled up, hands between his thighs, choking out and wheezing in pain, panting.

It was as if all the strength had been sapped out of him, and he couldn't talk anymore. He caught his breath after a moment, "You...fuckin bitch....hope the boss fucks you to death...shit..." he panted and looked up at her. "Jesus please don't, please don't hurt me anymore....never seen him out of his mask, he only shows up, he tells us what his plans are, only know he's the Praetorian. He's...I dunno, think he might be an old cousins of Sal Fretolli's, uses the same mob guys, same connections. WAit...wait you try asking Tony...Tony Rizzo, he's a collector, a bagman. That's all I know!" he whined. He was a pathetic heap on the floor-Franco Desylvia, notorious mob hitman with 4 confirmed kills, now a useless heap on the floor.

**********

Vincent looked down at the security camera he had monitoring the cell where his hostages were. He felt a foul mood settling in behind the mask. He was listening in on police radio calls, and he'd heard the message. "All cars, all cars-911 tracking just received a call, it's from the DA's wife. She and her daughter are down on 9th street, east of main. Other hostages are in the area. Claims the Knight Rider set her free. Stand by for that address, over."

It made no sense to the Vincent. He had counted on that bitch showing up eventually, trying to disrupt this, but there was no way she could possibly have found the hostages so face. It had been barely 2 hours since they'd left the country club with their hostages. And she was taking out his men at the garage somehow-trained men, professionals, military experience. He couldn't account for any of it. He'd secured all the variables, made sure there was no way to electronically track his hostages-phones destroyed, signals scrambled. Was that woman in black somehow the luckiest bitch in the country?

Growling, he picked up his phone, putting in a call to Bruto. "Bruto...you're still there? Good. Like I said, keep an eye on Rizzo. I'm sure things will come back to him eventually. And if you see that dark bitch....we need her out of commission permanently."

As inconceivable as it was that she might find his second hold-out....he needed to make some preparations. If she somehow found her way HERE, he intended to be ready.
 
Knight Rider smiled when he mentioned the name Tony Rizzo once more. The second times tonight she had heard that name, so maybe she should look into him she thought to herself before a stiff boot across the defeated hitman’s face knocked him out cold. She begun to race through the house, making sure every single man she had taken out was restrained before she made her way back to the hostages. “Don’t worry, there all out cold” she told the frightened crowd before slicing away their bonds. “You’re free to go, but hurry. The law should already be on its way!” She watched as they begun to rush from the room and she followed the last one out just in case there were any more surprises.

Once outside, she watched from a dark alley way across the street as the police arrived and started combing through the complex. One by one she seen the men be brought out by the police, but she was specifically waiting for her father to show. The little gift in the basement, Knight Rider’s symbol, she thought would for sure bring him to the scene. It was time she had a talk with her father. When he finally arrived, she kept a very close eye on him and slowly moved to his car. Slipping into the back seat, she waited for him to get in. “Detective Williams, don’t turn around” she said in a deep voice. “I want you to know I am on your side, I am just doing what your corrupt officials would not let you do. I have your daughter in a safe place, a place where Praetorian cannot find her or hurt her.” She pulled a burner cell phone from her belt, dropping it into the passenger seat. “You can contact her with that, but until I bring Praetorian down; I fear your history with him could put her in danger.” She paused for a moment, letting everything she was saying sink in. “I’ve been told a name twice tonight, Tony Rizzo. I am going after him, I am going to make him talk. He maybe our best lead to finding Praetorian and whoever hides beneath his mask.” With that, she slipped back out of the car and disappeared into the darkness.
 
It had been a long night already for Elias. This was his third crime scene in the past 4 hours, starting with the docks, then the rush to reach the country club. He had been ready to go chase down Red Scoggins, a snitch of his; he ran an illegal poker den that was overlooked as long as he could drop a few tips about organized crime on occasion. He was halfway there, expecting to find a late-night poker game in progress, when the call had come over the radio about the hostages. Since the second half of that was about the Knight Rider having been there, he turned around and made his way back uptown. Apparently she was also having a busy night. He hadn't been able to get anywhere close as the scene was well roped by the time he got there, so he left his car in a lot a full block away.

Elias had then spoken with the suspect, Desylvia. Police at the scene were tentatively calling him the Praetorian, but two seconds of hearing him speak convinced Elias otherwise. "No, this man is not the Praetorian. The voice isn't even close. And compare him against the security footage from the club-he doesn't quite have the same build. The Praetorian is a bigger guy than this punk."

Carlos Podesta was the lead investigator on the scene, and he'd been irritated. "Elias, this isn't part of your investigation. You're on the Knight Rider taskforce. We're handling this Praetorian business. For now, we're keeping our minds open, and we need to figure out what this guy Franco knows. Unfortunately, since your bitchy masked vigilante stomped on the guy's scrotum, he's refusing to talk to anyone and calling for his mob lawyer. We're going to have to go to extraordinary lengths to prove that this guy wasn't roughed up our custody already. That whore in black is causing us loads of trouble, so maybe focus on doing your fucking job." With a scowl, he'd walked away,

Unfortunately, there were no leads specific to the Knight Rider, no clue to how she'd found the place where the hostages were being held. As far as Elias knew, she had to be beating or coercing the information out of suspects-perhaps the guys at the docks. If only she would share some of this information with the police. Well, that had to be his next stop; county lockup, to talk to the men at the pier and see if he could get them to admit that they knew about the country club operation. While he was there he was going to need another cup of coffee. Yawning, he slipped into his car, preparing to start the engine when he heard a voice behind him. "You!"

"My daughter---?" he'd asked, but she kept going. He glanced down at the cell phone that dropped into his lap suddenly. After she finished, he started speaking. "Listen, I sympathize with what you're trying to do but..." and then she'd slipped out of the door. He opened his own door, looking around for her, but she blended into the night. He glanced at the burner phone he'd left in his seat. He scooped it up to call his daughter. "Paige? I need to know where you are and why you aren't coming home."

As he dialed, he got into his car. He wasn't sure why the Knight Rider had mentioned Rizzo, and he suspected she was laying a false trail to distract him...but it was still his job to track her down, and this was as good a lead as he'd ever had.

*********

Tony Rizzo lived a comfortable life. His 5% collection fee was more than sufficient to pay for the penthouse in the ritzy downtown apartment he maintained. And it paid for his nightlife, too. He had short, slick black hair, lightly tanned skin, fashionable clothes, and an expensive Rolex. When he wasn't working, he was in the clubs, enjoying his nightlife. And most nights, his natural charm, good locks, and generous wallet were sufficient to bring home company, like tonight.

Bruto sat in the security office the next floor down, watching the camera feed from the apartment. The Praetorian had hired him a few weeks ago, saying he needed a man with his skills. His skills mostly consisted of beating the living pulp out of anyone he ever met. He was a huge man, 6'5 and nearly 300 pounds, heavily muscled and broad in the chest. Even though he was through with his MMA career, he continued his daily work out routine, keeping his moves sharp. He seldom had to fight these days, as most people soiled their pants rather at the idea of facing his bare fists. Which made this job insanely dull.

So here he was, keeping an eye on Rizzo, like the boss had told him. At least the view was good for now. He watched the camera feed as the blonde did a playful shimmy in front of Rizzo's bed, and then reached back, peeling off her lacy red bra. Bruto chuckled at the sight of her breasts, nipples standing up hard. "Those are fake," he muttered, as she crawled forward onto the bed, joining Rizzo.
 
Knight Rider slipped into the darkness and quickly made her way to the nearby roof top. She knew it would not be long until he called Paige, so she waited for the call. When the phone started to ring, she waited a moment to answer it. ”Daddy!” she said overly excited. “I’m fine, Knight Rider came by the house and said someone was following me.” She took a deep breath, she was doing her best to sound a little frightened but did not want to over act. “I’m in some pent house up town, I’m not sure what building but there is a ton to eat and she left me all kinds of money if I wanted to order something. I love you and trust me she is trying to help you. She isn’t the crazy person people make her out to be.” As she said this, she was busy flipping from rooftop to rooftop as she made her way closer to Rizzo’s place. “Help her, please. She just wants to work with you… I love you daddy, but I’ve got to go.” She hangs up the phone as she looks over the edge at Rizzo’s building.

Swinging from rooftop to rooftop, she landed on top the building and made her way to a roof access. She moved silently to the door, busting the lock off of it and slipping inside. She moved slowly, watching for any traps and not rushing around corners to give away she is there. Making her way through the building, she took out more than a few guards silently until she arrived at the door to Rizzo’s room. Using the sound amplifier, she could hear the woman and Rizzo inside. A smile came across her face, her stubbornness to catch Rizzo and find out where Drake is causing her to not check the rest of the building for an ambush. She kicked the door open and looked at Rizzo and the woman on the bed. “Sweetheart, if you will… that’s my man” she joked as her eyes narrowed toward Rizzo. “And we need to talk right now!”
 
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