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Rise of the Knight Rider (Noon_Shadow and Superheroinevengeance)

Rizzo grunted, grabbing Giselle's ass, squeezing it tightly as she mounted him and then started fucking him cowgirl style. He thrust his cock up into her, bouncing his hips, as he grinned, feeeling her wet pussy gripping his cock. He spanked her ass as her tits bounced in front of him. "That's it, ride it like a slutty cowgirl." She slowed down to tease him, swirling her hips, before shaking her head. "I do things my own way," she taunted him. Rizzo sat up, leaning his face into her impressive breasts, and moving his lips down to bite down on her nipple. She moaned.

That was when the door suddenly slammed open. Giselle fell over, suddenly grabbing for the sheet to pull up over her chest, and then collapsed on the floor. Rizzo looked up, surprised to see the Knight Rider. "What the fuck, how did you get here," he growled. Then he narrowed his eyes at her, leaning back, a smug look on his face as he gestured down to his cock. "Did you want a ride too?" he sneered at her, crossing his arms behind his head. "You're a stupid bitch if you think I'm going to talk to you. I know who my boss is. Nothing you can do to me will ever compare to what he will if I start jabbing. I've still got family, ya know. So unless you came over here to give me a blowjob, you've wasted a trip.

Giselle was standing now, holding a sheet in front of her chest, and glaring across at the Knight Rider. "What the fuck-what even gives you the right to walk in here, you bitch!"

Bruto had been surprised to see the Knight Rider suddenly showing up on his camera feed. Apparently he hadn't heard anything as she'd taken out the two security guards out in the hall, and now, she was standing in Rizzo's bedroom. Well, this was what he was here for. No matter what ticks she had, no skinny bitch like that was going to stand up to him. He slipped out of the office, took the stairs up the next level to the top floor, and then slowly began creeping down the hall, preparing to slip in and ambush that dirty whore.

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Elias grunted in disgust as his daughter hung up the phone quickly. He was tempted to call her back, but she was stubborn and likely wouldn't answer. The call was too short, was hoping he'd get enough he could have some men at the station trace the signal. She was HIS daughter, damnit, his Paige, his pretty little princess. He punched the steering wheel in his car in frustration. "Damnit girl, you really are going to be the death of me." He sighed and clenched his fists. Nothing left to do but go after Rizzo-maybe if he found the Knight Rider there, he'd get the drop on her, maybe get her to tell him what was going on with his daughter.
 
Knight Rider burst into the room, arms up and prepared for anything but the site of a beautiful woman riding the man sh was as here for. “Damn it” she sighed and rolled her eyes as she stepped into the room, checking for anyone else. His comment about her sucking his dick just brought a mocking laugh from her. “Please, you couldn’t even gag me on that baby bic” she snapped back just as the woman started to run her. Knight Rider sighed before punching her hard across the face, dropping her to the floor out cold. “Down goes bimbo!” She groans like a boxing announcer before turning her attention back to Tony. “I believe you” she smirks. “You won’t tell me anything because you don’t know what that sick fuck will do to you or your family.” She walks closer to the bed, debating her options.

“I’d say you’d rather die then just save me the trouble of busting your balls, breaking all your fingers or shoving your whore’s dildo up your ass.” Figuring out what it would take, she seductively slips into the bed, crawling on all fours. “But what will you do when I won’t let you cum” she giggles playfully as her hand reaches out, wrapping around his shaft. “I bet you she doesn’t touch you like I could!” She slowly starts to stroke it, unaware Bruto and her father were both on their way. Coming up with a lie to make the moment hotter, she pulls out a sultry teenage sounding voice “Is bet you tell me anything to shoot your load all over my sixteen year old face.” She makes eye contact and holds it, slowly she lowers her mouth toward the head of his cock; her tongue slipping out as she licks circles around the head. Two fingers on the hand holding his shaft pinches off his pathway gently, no way his cum can get out now. “Admit it, you got a thing for little girls Mr. Rizzo.” She slips the head between her lips, slurping on it masterfully, in ways he never felt. She had been trained in seduction and pleasure by a true seductress in the heart of India.
 
Tony smirked as she suddenly started crawling into bed with him. "Yeah, I knew you were a needy little slut who wanted a taste of cock," he said, grunting a bit as suddenly her tongue flicked out and teased him. His cock twitched happily as he watched her face, feeling her teasing his cock, and then her lips dropped down. He grunted and reached out, grabbing at her head and pushing her down on h is cock a bit further. Then, after a moment, he took a deep breath, realizing she was holding his cock in a grip that wouldn't let him cum. He groaned.

"Fuck you," he said, still enamored with the idea of a little teenage girl sucking greedily on his cock. "You're not really a teenager at all, are you?" He glared down at her, feeling his hips wanting to move, wanting to thrust his cock down her little throat, feeling her saliva coating all of his cock as his balls tightened up. "I'm not saying anything." He glanced over to the bimbo he'd picked up tonight, the blondie with the fake tits. She was hot, but this girl was a little fireball, and he bit his lip thoughtfully. "FUCK! Okay, prove it. Show me your face, Knightwhore. Let me see what a slutty teenage whore you are and then maybe I'll talk to you.

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Bruto was lingering, slinking in closer. Suddenly he heard the sounds of slurping, and he peeked around the corner into the bedroom. The bitch in black was sucking Tony's cock. What the fuck? Tony wasn't THAT charming, had he drugged her? But then he heard the sounds of distress coming from Tony, and got a sense for what was happening. Still, he was curious how this would play out. He quietly waited there, watching. This angle gave him a really good view of the sluts ass, up in the air as she bent forward to play with his cock, that tight black outfit clenching her thighs, practically showing the outline of her pussy pointing toward him. He smiled, arrogantly, feeling his cock hardening in his pants. Perhaps he'd have some fun with her once he took care of this slut.
 
She realized she did not quite have control of the situation just yet, but that was easily fixed. Pulling his hand from her hair, she shook her finger no. “No touching Tony” she whispers as she moves forward, setting on his dick, her crotch rubbing against it. She smiles at him as she softly starts to grid on him a little. “I can’t take my mask off Tony, you might tell someone who I am and then they will want me too” she tells him in a sweet, slutty voice all while pushing his hands above his head.

Suddenly there is a clicking noise. When he glances up, his hands are cuffed to the bed rail. “You’re such a big sexy man” she tells him as her hands run up and down his chest, softly pinching his nipples. “A crime fighter like me needs a good informer you know.” It would be clear by now to Bruto what she was really doing. She leans down, whispering into Tony’s ear. “Imagine the things you could do to my little Virgin teenage body” she tells him before sucking his ear lobe into her mouth, and then sliding her tongue in his ear. “And you’re cock, it’s so big! It has me so wet thinking about it inside me” she giggles playfully. “I don’t think it will fit!”
 
Tony's eyes bulged as she moved up, grinding against his hard cock. Then the handcuffs clicked and he rattled them, moving his hands. "Oh Jesus, fuck you, dirty bitch," he growled. He tugged at them, and then starrted grinding his dick up against her. "You really don't play fair, do you," he said, looking up at her mask, meeting her green-eyed gaze behind it. "Still, you need to bargain....maybe keep the mask on but slide that suit off, show me that tight little teenage body."

Bruto, meanwhile, had decided this had gone on long enough. Tony was still useful, but if he started talking, the boss would have to kill him. So he decided to intervene. He sprang into the bedroom, muscles rippling, as he surprised the Knight Rider, grabbing her by the ankles. He yanked her off of Rizzo and then threw her to one side, easily handling her body weight. He followed up by tackling her, shoving her body down to the floor, getting her into a classic groundfighting position. "As for you, bitch, the boss told me I could deal with you however the fuck I want," he said, smiling sadistically. Then his fist drove down into her stomach.
 
She had no clue Bruto was closing it, but she had certainly found what tune to play that would make Rizzo sing. She giggled when he talked about removing the costume, that was something she could do and not risk anyone coming after her family and friends. “Now that I can do stud” she whispered softly, in a slutty tone. In the back of her mind, she was so thankful Drake was not seeing this, but she was desperate to do anything she had to in order to find him. She was fully intent on stripping down when she felt someone grab her ankles. She turned to see who it was, but she was swung like a baseball bat before she got a good look.

She slammed into the wall, between her body mass and the force of the swing; she left a large busted sheetrock impression before she fell to the floor. “Ohhh… fuck” she groaned as she rushed to push herself up, but the massive frame slammed into her like a linebacker and flattened her on the floor. She tried to cover up, but he was strong and fast. Before she could react, she felt the blow slam into her stomach and the wind was forced from her lungs. She tried her best to cover up, but the suit was the only thing keeping him from beating her to death at the moment.
 
Bruto growled viciously as she tried to block and deflect her blows. Her suit was armored, and apparently she had built-in hardpoints. As he caught her on her arm, his fingers rang from the pain of punching something hard, like meta. He flinched, but his adrenaline was flowing and he wouldn't be stopped now. "Your crime-fighting days are over, whore," he said to her, as another blow landed on her jaw, jerking her head around. She tried to land a kick on him, but he bent her legs back, his knee pinned down on her thigh. He looked down at her face, reaching down with one of his enormous hands, cupping her head.

"Is this the best you've got? I thought you were supposed to be a fighter," he said, laughing mockingly. "I suppose you just use your fancy gadgets and stupid tricks. Well, that's enough of that." Bruto's hand reached down to her belt, grabbing at it, and then popping it free of her waist with a harsh yank. He paused, fishing into her pockets, until he found a key to the handcuffs she'd used on Rizzo. He tossed it over to the bed. "Here, Tony. Uncuff yourself and get some fucking pants on. You're not gonna fuck this slut tonight."

Then he turned back around, his brown eyes gleaming as he licked his lips, glancing down at her figure on the floor, her breasts contained within her tight suit. "But I might. I wanna hear this bitch scream as I ram my cock into her from behind." He gestured at her, laying on the floor. "Come on, Cock Rider. You wanna fight? Get up and show me what you've got. Either beat me up, or I'm going to fuck you into submission." He peeled off his shirt, showing of the bare, rippling muscles of his chest, as he put his arms up in a fight stance.
 
Knight Rider was caught completely off guard and had very little time to think between blows. Thankfully her armor was absorbing most of the big blows but her cowl was not nearly as patted and armored. Each blow to her chin would cause her head to violently whip sideways with the impact. She was nearly beaten helpless when he finally stood up, removing her belt. She grabs at it desperately, hoping to hold on to it but she felt like a punching bag. It pulls away, the clamp holding it together snapping in two as he tosses it away from her. For the first time since she put this cowl on, she felt fear.

She pushes herself to all fours and starts to crawl toward the belt, she would need it but his hand wraps around her pony tail and lifts her up. She grunts it pain as he taunts her but just looking at her. He could snap her if he wants, but his intentions were darker. He throws her against a near by wall, and she stumbles to stay on her feet. Worse, she feels a breeze rush across her cheek. Feeling of her mask, there is a crack forming in the cheek. The moment is no longer about gaining information, it is about survival. “Please” she whimpers as she struggles to stand, her vision blurry. She only has one last attempt to stop him or he will have her any way he wants her. “Please stop” she groans before she throws herself at him with hopes of grabbing his arms and shocking him with her gloves.
 
Tony struggled back into his slacks, his boner still raging. His hot pick-up of the night had been knocked out cold, and he'd lost his chance to slide his cock inside of the red-haired superheroine slut. He lifted up Giselle, pulling her onto the bed, and then wandered off to quickly get a cold icepack to place on her head, before coming back in to watch the fight. As brutal as it was, watching the slut get herself beaten up was turning him on.

Bruto only smiled at hearing her beg. His eyes narrowed, watching her. "How many men have you beaten up, hurt, and they've asked you to stop it, slut? I'm not stopping until I get everything I want from you," he said, laughing. He crouched down, into his fighting stance as she crawled, trying to push herself helplessly to her feet. He stalked a bit closer, looking at her, muscles rippling in his chest threateningly. Then she lunged at him, her arms extended. He smiled, stepping forward to catch her in a rush...and then her hand connected with his chest, shocking him..

Bruto's eyes rolled back in his head as the burning shock of high voltage surged through him. "GRAAAAH!" he shouted, falling back, jerking. Hsi foot reflexively came up, kicking her away, as he fell back onto his back, panting, an arm covering over his chest. "Fuck...fucking bitch," he growled, trying to recover. She landed on the floor, and he slowly got back to his feet, before pouncing on her from behind. "You're going to pay for that one, slut," he said, grabbing at her arms. Using his great strength, he forces her arms up over her head, and then his fingers slide under her gloves, pulling them off.

"No more toys for you, I'm tied of them." His foot swept her legs away and he dropped her to the floor, before pinning her from behind. He slid his hand up over the curve of her tight ass, moving over her body, before he finds the zipper at the back of her suit. His fingers caught it and slowly began tugging it down. "Let's have some fun now..."
 
She lands on the ground with a loud thud, nearly knocking the breath from her. It surely would have if she did not have her armor on. She starts to push herself up before he forcefully shoves her to the floor. “Uhhhh…” she groans as his weight holds her in place. She fights to free her hands, but he is too strong and has all the leverage on her now. “No” she strains to say as he goes for her gloves, fighting with all she has to free herself, but it is hopeless as they slide off of her.

She struggles still as he rolls her onto her chest, unable to get free. “Get off of me” she orders at him, but there was no chance he was going to listen to her. She feels his weight and his hands on her, but a true sense of being victimize comes over her when she feels his hand start to caress the shape of her ass. “NO” she yells as she struggles more and more. “Please stop” she yells as he finally finds the zipper. She closes her eyes, hoping for some sort of miracle as the zipper begins to give away. “STOP” she screams again helplessly.
 
Bruto smiled as he tugged the zipper down slowly, taking the time to enjoy himself as he watched her soft skin being revealed. Her shoulder blades, down her spine, to the top curve of her ass as he tugged the zipper all the way down. He saw a red spot, a bruise already forming on her side above her hip, where his fist had connected against her, with sufficient force to bruise even through her padded, armored suit. Bruto's big, rough hand ducked inside of her suit, tucking over the shape of her panties underneath, fingers sliding under those to the soft flesh of her bare ass.

He pulled on the material more, sliding it, pulling it free from her chest in front as it moved down over her hips, until he had them exposed, a big rough hand pulling at her panties underneath. He pinned her thighs open, undermining her attempts to pull away. Leaning forward, his breath was hot against her neck as he whispered into her ear, "If you want me to stop, slut, you'll have to make me....but you can't, can you?" His hand clapped down, spanking her soft, now bare ass, before his rough fingers danced between her thighs and moved over her pussy. "You've never been fucked by a real man, have you? Now you're going to learn what that means."

His hand moved lower, sliding down to his pants, freeing them, his cock out. He hot-dogged it between the cheeks of ass for a moment, feeling the soft flesh of those cheeks on either side of his cock, before grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her, his knee on the back of her thigh as he pulled her ass up, making her body arch forward as if presenting to him. Tony got an eyeful, watching, as Bruto prepared to fuck her. "Ready for my cock in your cunt, whore?"
 
Paige jerked and struggled beneath the large man, she was not giving up hope she could get free, but he had done what no one else had done before. He had beaten her, and now was about to claim what was his. She never once considered what might happen when she became Knight Rider, just the need to help and do right drive her. Drake’s suit, it had made her feel bulletproof in so many ways. This was going to be a hard lessons learned unless something stopped it. That something was not going to be her. “Get off me” she struggled as he pealed away her suit, slowly exposing her fit athletic body.

“No!” She screamed, renewed fight coming through her as he pulled her panties down. Maybe pure luck or instinct but she did manage to twist her body and slammed an elbow into his arm though it seemingly did nothing. “Don’t! Don’t!” She screamed as she tried to crawl away. She was certainly revealing this was a first time experience. She was about to show case something however. When Paige was scared, she got rebellious as a cover.

Though the fear could be seen in her eyes, her voice played a different tune alright though shaky at best. “You ain’t a real man you asshole” she screamed. “A real man can make a woman drop her panties, you’re a fucking loser who probably lives in momma’s basement beating off to cartoon porn.” This stopped nothing though and soon she felt his cock fall between her ass cheeks. She burst out laughing. “That’s it, that’s all the dick you have baby bic!” She tried to look back at him. “You’ll have to tell me when you stick it in so I can tighten up.” She gasped after that as he positioned her body, preparing to rape her. She closed her eyes, a tear running down her cowl as her perky young chest was presented to Bruto. She secretly hoped someone would save her, save her from this soul shattering violation. “Come on you prick, fuck me like a man if you think you got it in you.” Maybe, just maybe, if she could piss him off or take the fun out of it, maybe he would change his mind.
 
Her pathetic attempts to distract Bruto only made him laugh, only driving him to become more eager as he positioned himself to take her. "You've lost, you pathetic little whore," he said, holding her, keeping her from crawling away from the thread of his cock poised right up against her pussy. He teasingly slid his hips up against her entrance, holding her. "And now you're going to be raped like any other smart-mouthed whore deserves to be." With a grunt, he pulled her hips back yet again, teasing her pussy with his thick cock, the head of it nudging her clitoris. "Get ready now, because here it comes!"

"Hands over your head, dirtbag!" shouted a voice from the doorway. Elias stood there, Glock 43 in his hand, sighted in on the big man. He saw the slender Knight Rider, about to be raped, but he didn't let the enticing expanse of young, tanned flesh distract him. She might even be young enough to be his daughter. "One more inch and I'm blowing your brains out, you piece of shit rapist," he said. His left leg throbbed suddenly, reminding Elias about that fateful night three years ago. He had never fired his weapon since.

"Shit, the cops?!" Tony Rizzo sprang off his bed and then made a dash, leaving Bruto on the floor and Giselle on the bed, heading for the kitchen...and for his private stairway down to the ground floor.

"Stop right there, nobody move," Elias said, his pistol tracking over to Tony. Fuck, a suspect running away, and it was the man who had the information on the kidnappings. He hesitated...and that's when Bruto moved, springing off the floor and lunging toward him. Elias tracked his gun around, swinging his arm into place, before he fired off a desperate shot...a second trigger pull following up. Bruto's body plowed into his, tackling him, not caring about his near nudity. But the second shot had pierced right through his chest.

Elias stood up, slipping away from the dying man and walking over to the prone girl, her suit mostly off, her bare ass exposed to the room. He felt sympathy for her, seeing the bruises....but he had a job to do. Bruto's blood stained his shirt, the man lay dying behind him, and a person of interest in a kidnapping fleeing. His bad leg meant he could never catch Rizzo, but this vigilante was a wanted fugitive as well. "Knight Rider, I'm going to have to place you under arrest," he said, with a twinge of regret. "But first, I need to see your face." His hand reached out to grasp her cowl.
 
Knight Rider felt him touching her in the most forbidden places, nothing was going to stop this now. The touch of his cock against her clit and his hips rubbing against her inner thighs. It was not a feeling she was not foreign to, her and Drake were sexually activated, but she took pride having been with only one person. Strangely, what seems to both her more is the thought she is cheating on Drake than the violation about to happen to her. “You sick fuck!” She screams as him, dropping her head and accepting what was going to happen as tears begin to form around the corners of her eyes.

Then she hears someone yell freeze, causing her to whip her head up to see her hero. “Dad” She says softly under her breath, her soul taking a deep sigh of relief as he points his gun toward Bruto. Her eyes were quickly drawn to Tony as he makes his escape and then the gun shots. It all happens so fast, it catches her by surprise. One moment Bruto was raping her for sure and the next he lays dead on the ground as her father shoves him away.

She moves slowly to her knees, covering up her naked body as tears start to run down her face and over the edges of her cowl. They were tears of joy, tears of sadness and tears of emotional pain. Her head was down in shame as Elias moves to her, just the two of them in the room now. His hand reaches out for her cowl, but she does not stop him. Right now, she needs to just be his daughter and not Knight Rider. She feels it start to slide over her face, her head facing down so he can only see her brown hair when it comes off. She takes a deep breath, not sure what was about to happen or what this meant for Knight Rider. She gently raises her face up, revealing to him the most painful of truths. “Daddy” She says softly as she waits for his reaction. She knew he was going to be mad, probably worse than ever. “I’m sorry” she mutters before falling into his arms, hers wrapping around his neck as she begins to ball into his shoulder. Tonight’s events all weighing on her, her world crumbling around her.
 
Elias pulled the cowl off, and time seemed to slow down; he began to recognize the features, and then his eyes widened up. Paige? His own 17 year old daughter was the criminal he'd been tasked to apprehend? It made no sense-she'd been distant lately, but he had been pursuing this Knight Rider for months. There was no way it could have Paige all this time, could it? His mind attempted to puzzle together all the elements, trying to give Paige an alibi for any of activities where he'd seen the Knight Rider. Two weeks ago, for instance-he had watched Paige go into her room and she had to be asleep by the time the Knight Rider beat up those thugs halfway across town. Or she was with Drake, her boyfriend. Then his mind made the connection-all this gear, these gadgets she was using, these must be produced by Gabbert Industries. Drake was her tech hook-up.

Then Paige threw her arms around his neck as Elias caught her. His body suddenly reacted awkwardly. Paige was naked except for her bodysuit still clinging to her knees, and she was an attractive 17 year old woman. He'd stopped the rape from happening-oh dear God, Paige had almost just been raped-but she'd made an erotic sight with her ass up in the air, thighs spread as if about to be fucked. Now her soft little breasts pressed against his chest and caused his cock to stir in his pants. But this was his daughter!

Still, he held her close, collective himself. What was he supposed to do now? His daughter was a criminal, a vigilante. She'd done some good, but she'd also violated the civil rights of some mafia members by beating them for information. "Oh honey, what have you gotten yourself into," he murmured, as he hugged her comfortingly. She was still a woman who had nearly been raped.

His mind was whirring thoughtfully. Turning her in would be a huge humiliation for him-the person he'd been leading a taskforce to capture was his own daughter, and he'd been unaware of activities for months, apparently. Still, his pride was secondary to his honor, to doing a job properly. His baby couldn't be out beating up thugs, it was insane. If he arrested her, she at leas wouldn't be out in the streets. Then again, if he arrested her, her identity would be revealed, and there would doubtless be some creeps who wanted to get revenge on her. "Seriously, what have you gotten yourself into," he growled, almost angrily.

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Elsewhere, things were quickly moving. The governor had been awakened and was being briefed on the whole situation. Even as he was getting and update, the news came in that some of the hostages had been freed-the family of the new DA and the new police commissioner. But that meant that the mayor's family was still held captive somewhere else. He also received word that one of the hostages was apparently Drake Gabbert, son of Franklin Gabbert and one of the wealthiest men in the country. It wouldn't be long before Franklin was informed his son was a hostage and then he'd be putting more pressure on the local law enforcement.

As the governor glanced around his advisors, he considered the demands. It was utterly impossible to comply with the Praetorian's demands. Perhaps if they started making progress, they could buy a bit of grace. But then, how could they even contact their hostage-taker? They had no line to him, the video he'd sent out was untraceable. Still, he needed to do something. "Get on the line to Green Island Prison, we need to get things moving on the release of Sal Fretolli." He then glanced over to his lieutenant governor. "And I'm going to call up the National Guard. It may be early to send them in, but we need to be ready if the time comes. I'm going to need to coordinate with whoever is running law enforcement in the city right now."
 
Paige could sense her father had absolutely no clue how to react to discovering she was Knight Rider. This was probably best because she did not want the lecture right now. In a weak moment, the tough bravado she had developed melted away and she was just his baby girl again. “Daddy please don’t be mad” she whispers as she pulls away from him and covers up her body. Standing, she begins to slid her body suit up her legs and back over her chest. She wipes a tear from her eyes. “I made a mistake, it won’t happen again” she tells him, but she knows he is not going to approve of this.

She looks down, her cowl lays on the ground. The bulletproof feeling of being invulnerability she once had was now gone. Her fingers tremble as she picks it up and stares at it. For a moment she seems lost or distant. What was on her mind was anyone’s guess. “I can’t stop daddy” she says looking up at him. “It’s my fault Drake in wrapped up in this and my fault he was taken at the party.” She slowly slowly fed the mask on her face, turning to look at her dad. “I have to save him, I’m the only one who can.”
 
Elias tried to reel in his anger. He was mad at himself. How much attention had he really been paying to his daughter if she'd gotten involved in something like this? How many months? He remember when she'd developed an interest in mixed martial arts training-he'd suspected she was just afraid for herself after his own injury. That was over two years ago, now, and he knew she'd gotten good at it. How much of that time had she spent dressing up in this tight spandex suit to risk life and limb to beat up thugs in the streets? How much had he missed by focusing on his work. Perhaps I'm not suitable to be a single father, he thought to himself. If her mother was still alive.... That was another thought that could side-trick him.

While he'd been sitting there with his internal struggle, Paige had pulled herself away from him and gotten dressed again. Her suit was intact after her earlier, brutal fight, aside from a small crack in the mask near her cheek. Elias shook his head. "No, Paige, you can't do this. You're still just a girl. I don't know what Drake did to get himself caught up in this, but he's made his own choices. The only way you'll ever be safe is if you give up. Retire, right now. You can no longer be the Knight Rider." He stood, rising to his feet. "If you continue, you'll get yourself hurt, or killed. I don't want to arrest you, sweetie, but better to lock you up in prison than see you killing yourself." With that, his mind had been made up. If he arrested her, he could arrange protective custody. Perhaps there was a way to protect her identity, keep the trial closed. The criminals she'd already pissed off would want revenge, but there were secure lock-ups she could serve in.

"If you walk out now, Paige...you're on your own. I can't let you continue. I'll go back to hunting you, as if I didn't know you were my daughter." Issuing that ultimatum, he stood, watching her, waiting to see what she'd decide.

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Tony Rizzo panted. It had been his choice to make sure there were emergency stairs, rather than elevator, because elevators were an isolatable variable. Anyone electronically savvy could trap you inside an elevator, keep the doors lock, and then you're stuck in a cage until someone comes to collect you. At the base of the building there was a reinforced door, permanently locked from the inside, so the only way it would open was from the inside. Well that, or having some kind breaching charges to blow that door off its hinges. Anyone willing to do that wasn't concerned about hiding what they were doing, though, so he'd still have warning.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, panting, he paused. He needed to figure out where to go. He couldn't run to the Praetorian-for one, he wasn't sure where the man was, and calling him now might just mean the man would send someone to have him eliminated. If the bitch was able to track him down, then he was liability. He knew too much, even as little as it was. He had helped scout for locations where he could hold some of his prisoners when this operation went down, he'd even helped cut some corners in setting up shop. Apparently it was one of multiple locations, but still...

Shaking his head, he shoved the door open. Get to a safe house, that was the first priority. He had a few hidey-holes of his own. And perhaps a few people he could call to provide some muscle. He hit the sidewalk and continued running. It was too late for there to be any crowd on the streets to blend in with, so he needed to put distance between himself and the police and that black-spandex-wearing slut.
 
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