Side-Stories: Canon

The death of Queen Haxgar was met with one of the most extravagant funeral services in living memory. Paid for and organized by the princess, Queen Haxgar’s service served as both a memorial as well as an obvious flex of power. Tanks, rows of armed gunmen, military bombers flying overhead… there was little subtlety to the affair. The point was clear: Maya Haxgar ruled Flilaji now, and the whole world was on notice.

The truth of the matter was that Maya had essentially been running the country for several years. The Queen had taken ill and held on by a string for the last half decade, to the announce of Maya who was more than ready to be coronated. Sure, she put on the sad face when her mother died. She even allowed a single calculated tear to run down her cheek from behind her sunglasses. Just to show the people that she truly cared. In reality Maya was ready to flex her royal powers even further than she already had. All that had to take place now was the Royal Appointment Ceremony.

Maya had no reason to think the ceremony would have any issues to it. She had already had any significant challengers to her thrown eliminated years ago and as far as she could tell no woman on Flilaji could best her in physical combat. She had poured years of effort into assuring that fact. She had trained relentlessly to improve her physical abilities. In order to test her abilities, she would leave breadcrumbs for various SPA agents to come and get her. She was in no real danger, since she had diplomatic immunity. Still, that didn’t stop the silly little SPA girls from coming after her. She would win some and lose some. Though more often she was winning more than losing. After a resounding win against the one they called Agent Red, Maya knew there was no real threat to her crown.

Still, the ceremony had to be held. She prepared herself for it. Her dark hair was braided into a long whip-like ponytail that carried well past her waist. She dressed herself in a cotton crop top and bottoms that hugged her curves. She wanted to show off everything she had at her disposal to intimidate any would-be challengers. Maya entered the dueling arena. In the stands were the various clans who made up the Flilaji nation. Each one of them had their best warriors standing on a pedestal, putting on a brave face. If someone was going to challenge her, it would no doubt be one of them.

Maya stepped into the pool of paint that sat in the middle of the dueling arena. She cupped her hands and took a handful of it. Then she rubbed it on her face and arms. She straightened herself up and began her speech.

“My name is Princess Maya Haxgar!!!” she roared. “I am the rightful Queen of Flilaji!!! If there are any challengers to my claim, stand now and take the crown for yourself!”

There was silence. Nobody moved. One by one the warriors from the various clans stepped off of their pedestal and took their seats next to their clan leaders. When the pedestals were empty Maya raised her arms and called for her crown.

As the royal priestess came forward with the crown a voice yelled out.

“I will challenge for the crown!” a woman yelled.

The entire stadium snapped their attention to the voice. Standing on a pedestal was an athletic looking woman. She had raven hair and sharp, focused brown eyes. She had her hands on her hips.

“And by what right do you claim the crown?” asked Maya.

“By right of my mother,” said the woman. “Her name was Lucinda Myax, the rightful ruler of the Baahi clan before your mother had her deposed. My name is Evie Myax and my claim is as true as anyone else’s.”

The arena was shocked. The ceremony was meant to be a formality only. All of the clan leaders had already pledged their allegiance to Maya in private. But now the woman stood and waited to see if her claim would be accepted.

“And where have you been all this time?” asked Maya. “I have never seen you before.”

“America,” Evie answered. “I’ve been working for the intelligence agency TYME for quite a while. My name there is Agent December. I know all about you Maya Haxgar. You are a plague to this country and I will not see you rule our people. If none of the cowards of this land will stand against you, then I will.”

Maya looked over at the priestess. She nodded.

“So be it,” Maya answered.

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The two women stood in the pool of paint. It was warmer than Agent December thought it would be. She looked across at her opponent, the princess. Evie had to admit that Maya was a physically impressive opponent. She had combed through the files TYME had on her, and from what she could gather she had conquered many SPA agents. But that wasn’t for the fate of their country. Agent December had beaten girls bigger than Maya Haxgar before and she would be sure to avenge her mother on this day.

Evie spread the paint across her cheeks and down her arm. Both women were now prepared or battle. Evie’s body was bare except for the sports bra and yoga pants she had on. Maya retained her attire from before. The two women narrowed their eyes at each other. They stood approximately six feet apart and awaited the signal.

Suddenly a horn blared. And the two women were set to begin their battle for their country.

Agent December stepped forward and threw a strike at Maya, who blocked it. Evie re-set as Maya threw a strike of her own. The agent dodged it. They went on like this for a few more minutes, throwing strikes and dodging or blocking it. It was clear the two women were getting a feel for one another. They circled around in the paint, each girl teasing and testing the other. However, one woman’s leg flashed forward and landed the first strike of the fight.

Maya stumbled back as she felt the foot crash into her ribs. She took a deep breath and attempted to counter her opponent, but Evie slipped under the right hand and buried a left into Maya’s ribcage. The princess grunted as she swung an elbow down at the agent. However, Evie was too fast and spun around. Her movements were slowed by the paint, but not enough to mitigate her distinct speed advantage. She leapt up and landed a flying kick to Maya’s back. The princess stumbled forward.

Agent December grabbed Maya by her long braided ponytail and yanked her back. The princess slipped and fell to her back. The agent wrapped the ponytail around the princess’s throat and then clamped her legs around it. Evie squeezed. She squeezed her thighs together with all of her might. The princess choked out in pain. Her eyes wide as she kicked her legs uselessly in the paint.

The crowd stood on their feet as they watched their princess choke. Her eyes burned. Her back now coated in paint. She pried at the legs of her challenger. They would not budge. Maya knew she had to do something. She took a handful of paint and tossed it in Evie’s face. It blinded her and stung her just enough to break the agent’s concentration. Maya took the opportunity to unclamp the legs from around her neck. She pushed Evie over onto her stomach. Agent December tried to crawl away, but Maya pulled her back towards her through the paint. Maya planted herself on the small of Evie’s back.

The Princess took a handful of her challenger’s hair, yanked her head up, and then pushed it down into the paint, burying it. Now it was time for Evie’s legs to helplessly flail. The Agent couldn’t breathe. She put her hands into the pool of paint and found the bottom of it. She began to push herself up until finally she found air. She gasped in and out as the pressure on her neck built. Maya decided to change her strategy. She wrapped her left arm around Eve’s neck and flipped them both over. Maya’s legs then clamped around Agent December’s midsection. The princess had applied a devastating choke-hold and body scissors combination.

Agent December gasped. She felt the princess constrict her legs around her tighter and tighter with each passing moment. She was quickly losing air. Evie concentrated and rammed her elbow backwards into Maya’s ribcage. She had to do it three times before the princess’s grip loosened but eventually it did. Evie forced her way out of the hold and scrambled away to get some distance.

The two women slowly got to their feet and reset into their fighting positions. Evie went for a right, but Maya blocked it and countered with a left square to the agent’s face. Agent December backed up. Maya came forward and began to land a few more punches. Enough to back Evie all the way up to the edge of the pool. Her heels hit the stone lip. She had nowhere else to go. Maya smirked.

The princess ducked a right hook by Evie and wrapped her up in a bearhug. She lifted the challenger off of her feet and twisted them. Then, she brought the agent back down into the pool of paint. Their bodies splashed into it and paint splattered everywhere. Maya let her bodyweight simply sink the challenger. Evie’s face sunk into the paint. Her arms reached up and helplessly slapped at Maya’s shoulders. Maya brought Evie’s face back up. Agent December gasped. She was blinded by the paint.

Maya brought her right hand back and slammed it on Evie’s chin. The agent’s body shivered. Then Maya did it again. Then Maya re-submerged Agent December’s face back into the paint. Evie’s limbs flailed. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t breathe. And she couldn’t move.

The princess lifted Evie up out of the paint again. She leaned in close so that her lips were inches away from Evie’s.


“Who is your queen?” she asked.

Agent December’s face, though covered with paint, give the expression that Maya was hoping for. The agent couldn’t breathe and she had no way out of her current predicament. She let her head drop backwards.

“Maya Haxgar…” Agent December muttered.

“WHAT WAS THAT???” Maya roared.

She slapped Evie’s face back and forth a few times, then pushed it under the paint again. When she brought it back up the gasping Evie was ready to give the answer with the appropriate level of fear and enthusiasm.

“MAYA HAXGAR IS MY QUEEN!!!” Agent December screamed.

The crowd jumped to their feet and roared in unison. They began chanting, “Maya! Maya! Maya!”

Maya looked down at Agent December. The woman was thoroughly defeated.

“It is my right to execute you,” Maya said. “However, your fate is going to be worse. I will exile you and you can watch all the way from America as I rule this country, completely and utterly helpless to stop me. Oh, and be sure to tell your little agency to send someone tougher next time.”

Maya leaned forward and pressed the beaten agent’s face into her chest. She held her there as she wrapped her arms around Evie’s neck. Evie began to convulse. She smacked at Maya’s body. Her feet kicked up and down, sending paint everywhere. Her muffled cries were drowned out by the crowd continuing to chant their queen’s name. Finally, the agent’s body went limp. Maya dropped her into the paint and allowed her security forces to take Evie away.

She’d secure her release and subsequent exile the next day. Today she had to drink it in. The moment she had been waiting for. Maya Haxgar stood in the center of the pool as the priestess anointed the crown on her head. The clans of Flilaji chanted their queen’s name. Maya Haxgar would now officially rule.

Emily Vanderbilt would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t feel just a little bit like Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs. The long walk down a row of bulletproof Plexiglas cells made her half expect to see Hannibal Lecter himself in the final one. However, there was no masked cannibal awaiting her. Instead there was only a woman. A beautiful blonde woman in her mid-thirties who looked no bigger than herself. She could hardly believe that this woman had the reputation of being the most dangerous criminal in the world.

“Ms. Striker,” Emily said. “My name is Emily Vanderbilt, I’m a reporter for The Golden Herald. I was told you would speak to me about some of your experiences.”

Loni didn’t react. She didn’t smile. She didn’t move. She just stood and stared at Emily.

“You’re prettier than I thought you’d be,” Loni finally said. “I hear the word reporter and I think of a cheaply dressed glorified librarian with ink stains on her fingers and take-out stains on her blouse. But you, well you’re halfway put together.”

“It’s interesting you comment on my appearance,” Emily said. “Do you find yourself comparing your own looks to other women often?”

“Who said I was comparing?”

“Well, it seems pretty obvious that’s what you were doing.”

Loni smirked. She took a few steps back and sat on the edge of her bed. She put her hands on her lap and then crossed her left leg over her right.

“You are a sharp one,” Loni said. “Okay, yes. I heard about all of your fancy awards and I wanted to get my stories out there. The real stories about me. My fights. I’m sure that would interest your audience, wouldn’t it?”

“It certainly would.”

“Which fight would be the best to start with do you think?”

“How would I know?”

“Oh please,” Loni said as she waived her hand dismissively. “You know the stories about me. You just don’t know the stories from my perspective. You know who I’ve fought and who I’ve beaten. You know who I lost to. Tell me which one you want to hear first.”

“Ruby Fitwell,” Emily said after some time. “How did you beat her?”

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The year was 2008. I had taken over a few crews by that point and started to make a name for myself in the underground market. I was into just about everything… gambling, extortion, racketeering, housing development, the stock market, guns… all of it. The one thing I couldn’t quite break into though was the drug trade. And I mean the serious stuff. Not dealing pot to college students. The cartel hook-ups, overseas dealings in methamphetamine… I didn’t have any hook-ups there.

Ruby Fitwell did. And she had everything else I had too, plus about two hundred more people under her. I couldn’t risk an open war and I wasn’t about to kick up to her. So, I decided to reach out to her and see if we could settle this issue the old fashioned way. From what I had heard, she knew about me and was getting slightly concerned about the action I was taking away from her casinos. So, she extended an offer to meet.

Now, we both knew what this meant. This wasn’t a sit-down. It wasn’t a peace negotiation. This was an invitation for two women to walk into a place with a split kingdom and for one of us to walk out with all of it.

I still remember what she wore. This tight black tank top that hugged her body like you wouldn’t believe. She looked incredible. When I walked into the casino suite, I honestly didn’t think I had a chance. If I’m being honest with myself, she intimidated me. She had the size. She had the athleticism. And I had heard she had the skill. Skill that trumped even mine.

I opted for a maroon tank top and a tight pair of jeans that cradled my ass like a mother with a newborn. Long black boots. I always liked wearing boots to a fight. She had on gym shorts, black with bright yellow trim, and opted to go bearfoot. Being fair, I decided to lose my boots before the fight.

We shook hands. She tried to crush mine, but I held my own. She showed me around the suite. It had a perfect view of the Vegas strip. The tiling was all brand new. Gaudy as all hell with the gold trim and fake Greek decor, but you know… it was Vegas after all. The living room had these ceiling-high windows spread out across about fifteen feet. The floor sunk down and the couch was imbedded into the wall. It was curved like a semi-circle.

She had had all of the fragile stuff moved out of the way, including the TV and coffee table. There was a bar on the right side of the room as you entered, before you went down the steps. The rest of it was carpeted, beige I believe but a nice shade of it. There was this open space in between the couch and the windows. That’s where she led me.

She turned around and spread her arms out. This was where we were going to do it. This is where all of our troubles were going to be decided. She was the queen. I had come into her castle to try to take her kingdom from her. I remember it was night and the strip was lit up behind her. Gold flashing lights off of each casino illuminating her silhouette. Jesus… I didn’t think I stood a chance.

So the fight starts, right? No words, just the mutual understanding that when we raised our fists this was it. You know, I was just a kid at the time. Twenty-four years old. I only learned later on she was a year younger than me. All this power, this accumulation of power and neither of us were even twenty-five yet. I mean, we were literally fighting for control of the largest criminal enterprise west of the Mississippi.

Anyway, the fight starts. She’s got this brutal left jab. I mean, it comes at your face like a rocket. And it had this downward sloping motion too since I’m shorter than her. So it’s a real effort to not leave my right side open. Luckily, I have pretty good head movement. So I’m dodging these jabs. Throwing a few back of my own. Just feeling each other out. Neither one of us wants to open up the playbook yet because we both assume this is going to be a marathon. So, she keeps going jab, jab, jab, jab. And I keep dodging it. But I have to keep my center of balance. If I favor one side too much, one punch will knock me on my ass. I also had to be careful of my surroundings. I was weary of the steps by the couch, I didn’t want to trip over them and give her an opportunity.

So she swings a right at me, and I duck it and quickly slide behind her. I don’t think she realized I was that quick, because I nailed her with two lefts to the ribs before she knew what hit her. She came swinging back with a left, turning her body to face me as she did it. But I stepped into her. I blocked the left, grabbed her forearm, yanked her towards me, and nailed her with an elbow to the jaw.

She staggered back, clutching her mouth. I bounced around on my toes a little bit. It felt good to get the first major strike of the fight in. She put her guard back up and we went back at it. We traded blows, but nothing was landing. Her fists were so fast, I could barely keep up. But my defense was so strong that we were at a stalemate. I remember her knuckles banging into my forearms like an axe banging into the trunk of a redwood. It would take a while, but eventually the axe was going to get the job done. I knew I couldn’t play defense all night.

When I opened up for a counter punch though I saw her eyes light up. Man, I remember that look like it was yesterday. It’s forever engrained in my mind. She had “open season” written all over her face. I missed with a left and she bent me over with an uppercut to my abs. I swear I left my feet. I’m not even sure what she got me with a left or a right. All I know is I saw stars. She took me by the base of my hair, and straightened me up for a right to the jaw. I think she expected me to drop, but I didn’t.

That pissed her off.

She wrapped my head under her armpit, flipped my arm over her head, and then dropped down, slamming my head into the floor. I was dazed, so she flipped me over. She brought my left leg up, and started bending it towards my head. Then she took her forearm and jammed it under my chin, pressing it against my throat to try to cut off my air supply. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she took her left foot and used that to split my right leg out to the side. Every passing second was agony. My throat. My crotch. It all f*cking burned like Hell. I still had my hands, though. I banged them palms-open against her ears. It was quick and effective because I felt her grip on me loosen. So much so that I was able to slip my leg out from her control. I brought my right leg up and my foot just barely got her on the back of the head.

I feel her slump forward, so I take my hands and grab her by the side of the head. I bring my head up to meet her, right? BANG! Big head-butt that leaves me f*cking dizzy as all Hell. I drop back down to the floor, but luckily so does she. I had to decide right then to try to climb on top of her or just reset. I opted to reset since you know, I wasn’t exactly in a great spot. Plus, she’s got the weigh ton me if we start wrestling. Not that I didn’t think I couldn’t take her, but I just liked my footwork more than hers.

So I get to my feet, she gets to hers. Now the playbooks started opening up a bit. We mixed some kicks in here and there. She got me with a really beautiful snap kick to the jaw that sent me back to the windows. She pinned me up against them good and then flipped me over. My cheek and t*ts pressed up against the window. The entire Vegas strip in front of me. She grabbed my left arm and bent it behind my wrist. Then took a handful of hair and started walking me around the room, slamming me into the different walls. She bounced me around her place until finally she tossed me to the couch. I tried to crawl away from her, but she flipped me to my back and started beating the p*ss out of me. I mean really wailing on me.

I thought that was it if I’m honest. Years of work down the drain in a single night, right? She was clocking me with alternating left and rights, just really tearing into me. I was able to find an opening though and grab her by the back of the neck. I brought her down to me and sunk my teeth into her ear. Then I wrapped my legs around her waist and squeezed my heart out. She picked me up and walked to the center of the room. Then she dropped me down onto my back, bringing her entire bodyweight on me. But I kept my legs around her, dammit. And I kept my teeth in her ear too.

She was screaming, calling me all sorts of names… ‘b*tch this’ and ‘wh*re that’ and ‘you c*nt.’ I knew I had gotten under her skin and broken it too. So she picks me up again and slams me down. Then she decides to get me against the glass. Well that one did it and my legs dropped. She pulled her ear out of my mouth and started just busting my ribs up with her right hand. Bam bam bam. I think she broke a couple of them right there. Then she takes me by the head, brings it forward, and then backwards to slam it into the glass.

Well, I drop, right? Who wouldn’t? I slump down onto my ass and now I’m saying to myself, ‘You had a good run, but now she’s got you.’ She sends her foot flying towards my face with this spinning kick and all of a sudden, like a reflex or instinct or something I bring my hands flying up to my face to block her foot. She gets knocked off balance, so I send my foot flying towards her ankle. She falls to the floor and now I have a chance!

So I just fling myself on top of her. She’s face-down on the floor and I just take her by the hair and start banging her face into it. Then, I wrap my left arm around her jawline and begin flexing. I put the finishing touches on my sleeper and really crank her head back. She began coughing. She flipped herself over so that I was under her, so I throw my legs around her midsection and start squeezing again.

Well, Ruby was one real tough b*tch. She started landing elbows into my broken ribs. I tried to hold on as long as I could, but eventually my grip loosened enough that she was able to not only slip out of it, but flip herself over. So now I’m on my back, staring up at Ruby Fitwell. She’s got her t*ts planted on mine. She moves her hands up my arms and pins my hands above my head. She positioned her knees on the inside of my thighs and pinned them down too.

She starts banging her chest and stomach down on mine. Over and over and over again until she can feel my muscles aren’t straining anymore. I guess she wanted to make an example out of me, because instead of finishing me off there she gets up and picks me up by my shirt. Then she starts slapping me front-hand to back-hand about five or six times. So then she moves her hands up to my neck and begins choking me. Then the b*tch lifts me clean off of my feet and brings me to the windows again.

Now I’m getting choked out, feet off of the floor, back against the window. I think to myself, ‘Okay NOW this is it.’ And as I’m struggling to breathe, I begin to kick at her ribs. Well that does nothing. She has this look on her face of pure loathing. She’s not going to budge no matter how hard I kick her torso. I’m almost out of ideas and out of air. So I try one last thing. I bring my legs up and bring them between her arms. I didn’t even know I was that flexible! But I was because my legs came up, and then back down on her biceps. The force was enough that it broke her grip on my throat and I went crashing down onto my ass again.

So, I’m on my ass. Coughing out and trying to pull in as much air as I can. I begin crawling away from Ruby, but sure enough her foot finds my broken ribs. I roll over and try to get on all fours again. She kicks the same spot again. Now I’m coughing up blood, right? And yet still, I keep on rolling. I know she’s going to kick me again, so as I get to all fours I bring my knee up to guard my ribs. Her foot hits my knee and she wails in pain. Drops to her ass and is clutching her foot.

She broke two toes on my knee.

Well, this is my opportunity. So, with a couple of broken ribs and probably internal breathing, I’m able to use her distraction with her toes to mount her. I threw so many punches. Just right hand after right hand, pummeling her face. She tried to put up a defense but my hands were so quick she couldn’t even see them coming at a certain point. I beat her absolutely senseless.

Being who I am, I wanted her to realize what had just happened. So, with Ruby barely conscious I drag her over to the windows overlooking the strip.

I tell her, ‘It’s all mine now. You realize that, right? Everything you once had belongs to me. You’re a goddamn nobody now.’

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“And that’s largely true. Nobody fears Ruby anymore. She’s barely a blip on the radar. Meanwhile I of course ended up being me.”

“Until that run-in with the SPA Agent,” said Emily. “Agent…”

“Green,” Loni said. “Yes well. Another story for another time, I think.”

“It’s interesting,” said Emily. “Your version of events. I interviewed Ruby a year back and there’s some… discrepancy.”

“Oh?” said Loni.

“Yeah, for instance Ruby said the fight took place in Paris. And the way the fight went was a lot different. She told me she broke your foot two minutes into the fight and you still managed to hold your own. Then she said you hit her with the greatest spinning high-kick she’d ever seen.”

“Well, that’s good for Ruby,” said Loni with a viscous smile. “I suppose it’s up to you to decide where the truth lies, Ms. Vanderbilt.”

I like that you introduced a potential romance element to the storyline. This makes things VERY interesting for the agents. Speaking about the schedule of updates for this universe, is there a rough timeline for when we can expect those to be posted?

There is no schedule, I basically just post them when I want to.

Daaaaammmnnn

It would be nice if we could get a story that goes into the personal lives of the bad "guys" (given that all of these threats are female).

Hey everyone… before we start the story I just wanted to make a couple of announcements:

First, this is the final story in the “Agent Blue on Vacation” trilogy. Don’t worry, things that happen in it will continue to carry over into other side-stories and the overall canon of the SPA universe. But this is the last one in this particular series.

Second, this will be the last canon side story with Agent Blue as the main character for a while. This entire universe started with the concept of Agent Blue being played by Alexandra Daddario, so of course she is my favorite agent to write about. However, as I move forward with the main storyline here in 2022 the last thing I want to do is oversaturate the SPA content with Agent Blue stories or overuse her as a character. So this will be the final one from her perspective for a while. Now, I still definitely have plans to use her as a supporting character in upcoming side-stories. But for now, I’m taking a break on the Agent Blue centric plots here.

Third, this is a long side story. And there is a lot of it where there is no fighting going on. In fact, I’d say most of the story doesn’t have a fight. This is more about telling a compelling and comprehensive narrative. This is going to be more in line with the upcoming Agent Gold storyline.

Finally, I’ve been in contact with a few writers who will hopefully be coming over here to write up some of these side stories. For instance, a guest writer will be coming in to handle the “Kiki Underground” story that’s been in the backlog for a while. Hopefully I can finalize agreements with some others to come over to write some other stuff too. Also, if any of the writers on this board want to write a story feel free to PM me here and we can talk.

Okay, I think that’s it. I hope you all enjoy the final installment of the “Agent Blue on Vacation” series! And look for more SPA content in the coming year. Thank you!



“I kicked your ass,” Tilda whispered into the ear of a blindfolded, gagged, and bound Agent Blue. “And it was so easy!”

Blue couldn’t see what was going on, but she knew she was in some sort of vehicle. Most likely a van if she had to guess. The cold metal on her thighs and arms, plus how often it rocked and bumped seemed to confirm it. But Agent Blue couldn’t be 100% sure of it. She couldn’t be 100% sure of anything anymore. After a humiliating one-sided beatdown at the hands of Tilda Hastings, Blue had been taken captive for days. Her wrists had been bound the entire time to ensure there was no escape attempt. The ropes around her wrists had been tied by Tilda herself and the big redhead knew how to tie a knot. Every day Tilda would come in, have her “fun” with Agent Blue, and then re-tie the agent’s hands. Blue counted five days of this before finally she was blindfolded, gagged, and slung over Tilda’s shoulder and placed in a plane. They flew for a few hours and Tilda of course took some time to have more of her “fun” with Agent Blue.

The agent had never been so sore in her entire life. Tilda knew how to work her. She knew how to hurt her. She knew how to do all sorts of things to her. And when Blue was transferred from the plane to the van, Tilda had decided to straddle Agent Blue the entire time. She pressed herself down on Blue’s hips. She teased Blue the entire time. Called her names, told her how pathetic she was, and made fun of every inch of her body. She said she wasn’t nearly as smart as she thought. She told her she wasn’t even that strong. She called her technique boring and sloppy. She made fun of Agent Blue’s “tiny chest” as she pressed her own more impressive one down into it. Tilda had milked this victory for everything she could get. And she didn’t do it in the name of gathering intel. She did it in the name of torturing Agent Blue.

Eventually, the van came to a stop. Tilda sunk herself forward one last time and gave Agent Blue’s bosom one last pancaking before finally lifting herself off of the girl. Agent Blue felt herself dragged out of the van by the hair. She was tossed onto the ground. Blue instantly recognized it as a dirt road. The heat was the next thing to sink in. Then the humidity hit her next. Then the sounds of loud bugs, either crickets or cicadas were seemingly echoing from a distance all around her.

She felt a foot sink into her spine. She assumed it was Tilda’s. Then she felt a pair of familiar hands untie the knot around her hands. It was definitely Tilda. Nobody else would have been bold enough to unbind Agent Blue anyway. Tilda then slipped the blindfold off of Blue’s eyes and leaned down close to her ear.

“Just so you know,” she whispered as Blue’s skin crawled. “You have Lilly Stax to thank for your life. She ordered me not to kill you. Otherwise you’d be getting buried out here. And if you don’t remember our agreement, I’ll do it myself. But not before you watch your little girlfriend get buried first.”

Suddenly, Daisy was laid down next to Agent Blue. She similarly had been bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Agent Blue fought back tears as she saw her lover shiver in fear. Her eyes were still hidden from her. Agent Blue nodded her head.

That was enough for Tilda, who took her foot off of Blue’s back. She made a whistle sound and a few unidentified accomplices hopped back in the back of the van with her. The door shut. The tires spun. The engine ramped up. And that was that. The sound of the van got quieter and quieter the further it drove away. Agent Blue didn’t move until she couldn’t hear it anymore. She wanted to be sure that Tilda had gone. She didn’t want to make any sort of move around Tilda Hastings ever again.

Agent Blue pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and reached back to the knot tied around the cloth that had been gagging her. She undid it and then slid her way over to Daisy. She gently touched her back and Daisy let out a terrified groan as her body thrashed as much as it could in her tied-up state.

“Shhh, shhh…” Agent Blue said. “It’s me. Okay? It’s me. I got you… I’m going to untie you now, okay?”

Daisy stopped thrashing around as Agent Blue undid the rope around her wrists. Then she moved onto the blindfold, but Daisy put her hands on Blue’s shoulder to stop her. Daisy then reached up and removed her own blindfold and mouth gag. It took her a little bit longer to soak in her surroundings, but as Agent Blue went to touch her shoulder, the blonde evaded her and pushed herself up to her feet.

“Where the hell are we?” Daisy asked.

“Judging by the climate and foliage I’d say deep in the American south,” Agent Blue said. “Dirt is pretty red. I’d venture to say we’re in Alabama.”

Daisy snapped her head around to Agent Blue.

“Oh so you’re an expert on climate, foliage, and dirt now?” Daisy asked. “Wow, I didn’t know you knew so much *Kylie.*”

Agent Blue had been used to Daisy’s sarcasm from all of the nights they had spent together. But she had never seen it weaponized like this. This was hurtful. This was a verbal attack, one Agent Blue was determined not to let get to her.

“Look,” Agent Blue began. “I’m sorry for all of the smoke and mirrors. But in my line of work…”

“What? You have to lie to people you have sex with?” Daisy asked.

“People want to kill me,” Blue continued. “You just met someone with the capability to do it. If they knew where to find me. Where to ambush me. They could attack and hurt me… and the people I care about.”

Blue reached out to grab Daisy’s hand. And for a moment she thought she would allow her to grab it. But as soon as her fingers reached Daisy’s wrist, she snapped it away. Agent Blue awkwardly withdrew her hand.

“I don’t even know you,” Daisy said. “I don’t know your name…which, fine. We met in a secret fighting ring. But I thought once you’d actually tell me your real name. What did she call you? That real-life murderous Jessica Rabbit psycho? Agent Blue was it?”

“Yeah, that’s… that’s my code name.”

“So what, you’re like a spy or something?”

“I’m a field agent for the Secret Protection Agency. We go by SPA. We’re in charge of making sure people like her are kept in check. That they don’t put innocent people in danger. It’s my job to stop people like her.”

“Good job.”

Those words stung Agent Blue the most. It was her job to stop Tilda. To make sure she couldn’t continue to push the Stax Corporation’s evil agenda. Not only did she fail to protect herself, she failed to protect Daisy too. And now she had sworn not to interfere with Stax business any longer. She made the promise out of fear. But if she was being honest with herself… she was terrified not to keep it.

“She’s better than me,” Agent Blue admitted. “She’s better than almost everyone. You’re right. I failed. And that’s something I have to live with. But right now, we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, exhausted, beaten to hell, and likely severely dehydrated. If we don’t get moving we won’t survive out here very long. Plus, who knows who or what is living in this area? Right now you need to stick with me.”

Daisy looked at her skeptically, but finally relented. The two began to walk north along the red clay road. To their right was a tall field of grass that came to about their waste. On their left was a forest with some sparse trees along the perimeter. In minutes their entire bodies were drenched with sweat. The tank tops and shorts they had been dressed in were covered in sweat stains. Agent Blue’s shoes had been taken from her and replaced with a ragged pair that were about half a size too small. They continued to walk. Their legs chafed. Blisters formed on their feet. They walked and walked and walked and walked. After a couple of hours they heard the sound of tires on the road behind them. Agent Blue turned and saw a beat up blue pick-up truck barreling their way towards them.

“Stay behind me,” Blue said as she put herself between Daisy and the approaching vehicle.

The blonde however refused to listen and moved next to Agent Blue as the car slowed to a halt in front of them. With the windows down, Blue caught the eyes of two very pretty blonde women. The one in the passenger seat had on a white tank top while the driver wore a flannel blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Each of the ladies had their hair tugged back in a ponytail and sported friendly smiles. They looked like sisters. Similar bone structure and jawline.The driver looked slightly younger and had thicker, darker eyebrows as well as more of a tan. The woman in the passenger seat leaned out the widow as the top of the door pushed her cleavage up a good deal.

“Well hey there,” said the woman in the passenger seat. “Y’all look like ya need a ride.”

The hum of the engine, the turned-down country music playing in the car, the smiles on their faces… Agent Blue was certainly not used to this. Just hours prior she had a heavily trained killer mounting her feeding her lines about how worthless she was. Now she was greeted with abject kindness.

“We uh…” Agent Blue started to say.

“Yes! Our car broke down and we’ve been walking for hours in this heat,” Daisy said. “We could really use a phone to call for some help.”

“Well hop on in!” said the woman in the passenger seat, thumbing towards the bed of the pick-up. “We’ve got a farm just a couple miles up the road here, y’all can use our phone if ya’d like!”

“That’d be wonderful, thank you,” said Daisy.

“No worries!” said the woman.

Daisy climbed into the bed of the truck. Agent Blue however took a bit more cautious approach. She stood behind it for a moment and looked up at Daisy. Then she walked back up towards the front of the truck.

“You know actually we’re fine,” Blue said. “We can just make our way to a gas station or something, I’m sure.”

“Uhhh, Kylie,” piped up Daisy. “I think you’d agree we really shouldn’t be walking in this heat anymore.”

“She’s right ya know,” said the driver. “It’s absolutely scorchin’ today. Plus the next gas station ain’t for another fifteen miles. Y’all don’t look to be in any shape to walk that far.”

“Please, we insist,” said the smiling woman in the passenger seat. “It’s impolite not to help strangers in need! Plus, y'all can sit in the nice air conditioning and get some food in ya while ya wait for help.”

“Then it’s decided,” Daisy said as she clasped her hands together. She tapped the bed of the truck indicating for Blue to come up and sit next to her.

Deciding that there was no way Daisy wasn’t going to go with them, Agent Blue finally caved in and climbed into the back of the truck. She took a seat next to Daisy. She gave Agent Blue a smile and placed her hand on her knee. Then, she put her head on Blue’s shoulder as the truck began to creep along the dirt road. Whatever reservations Blue had melted away when Daisy nuzzled up on her shoulder. She would do anything to give her even an ounce of happiness after the week they had been through.

The truck drove down the road for about a mile and a half and then took a right. The trees of the area gave way to a massive stretch of land. The waist-high grass soon turned into a few waist-high red flowers. Then the flowers started becoming more and more abundant. Soon, all Agent Blue could see across the fields were red flowers. They stretched for acres. Over hills and to the edge of the trees. And nestled between these flower fields was a two-story colonial style home painted white. The truck pulled into the parking space and all four women got out of the truck. Blue and Daisy followed the woman who was in the passenger seat inside while the driver lingered behind them.

“My name is Lori,” the front woman said. “Lori Jenkins. That’s my sister Heather.”

Lori led her guests into the kitchen, got them both large glasses of ice water and sweet tea while Heather fetched them a plate of cookies. Agent Blue’s stomach felt like it was stuck to her ribs, but she only took one cookie and a few sips of water. Meanwhile, Daisy took full advantage of the Jenkins hospitality and helped herself to about half the plate of cookies and two full glasses of tea.

“So,” said Lori sitting down at the head of the dining room table while grabbing a cookie for herself. “How did y’all get so stuck in the middle of nowhere?”

“Um well you see…” Agent Blue began, but once more Daisy cut her off.

“Kylie here hit a sinkhole,” Daisy said. “We’re clearly not from around here. Not sure if you can tell with our accents…”

Lori and Heather each gave a polite giggle.

“But we’re actually from the east coast, New York in fact. We drove down here visiting an old college friend and wouldn’t you know it? We got lost, wrecked the car, and couldn’t get a signal to save our lives.”

“Yeah, there’s not much in terms of service out here,” chimed in Heather. “That’s why you’ve got a better shot with the landline.”

She pointed towards the kitchen.

“That reminds me,” Agent Blue said. “Do you mind if we call for help?”

“Oh well of course!” said Lori, standing up. “Come on into the kitchen and you can use our phone!”

Agent Blue followed Lori into the kitchen. It was absolutely spotless. Big and open with granite table-tops and sparklingly new kitchen appliances, Blue wondered exactly what kind of farm was turning a profit this large. Lori pointed her to the phone and then got a phone book out from a cabinet.

“I don’t even know any of the toe places that would come out here, my sister usually handles stuff like that and our truck never gets stuck,” she said. “Hmm… here ya go.”

She handed Blue the phone book with the list of towing truck companies. Blue realized as Lori hung out behind her with her arms crossed that she wouldn’t be able to call SPA. So instead, she dialed the number of one of the towing agencies but then stealthily slipped her finger onto the dial button. While the monotone beep rung in her ear, Blue did her best to fake the phone call, even asking Lori for the address halfway through it.

“522 Bloom Rd., Moorestown Alabama,” Lori answered with a polite smile.

Blue finished up her fake phone call and thanked Lori for allowing her to use her phone. Lori insisted it was the least she could do. Then, as she walked Blue out of the kitchen she told her and Daisy that they were more than welcome to use their shower upstairs to freshen up.

“I’ll leave some clothes out for ya in the guest bedroom, I think our sisters’ will fit ya. She’s around y’all’s size!” Lori said.

“You have another sister?” asked Blue.

“Oh yes,” Lori said. “She just called, been on the road a few days for work. She’ll be home ‘round dinner time. Y’all should stay and eat with us. That tow truck isn’t gonna get here before then!”

“That sounds lovely, thanks,” said Daisy.

“In the meantime y’all can freshen up and get some rest,” Lori said.

Agent Blue took the greatest shower and the most satisfying nap she had ever taken in her life. Even she, as guarded as she was, realized she needed some time to recover. After all, she was in a severely weakened and vulnerable state. If there was any trouble she needed to recover some of her strength to protect herself and Daisy. But there didn’t seem to be any. Blue seemed to be at least a little bit comfortable here. And as she awoke from her nap she saw the smiling face of Daisy in the bed next to her.

Maybe she shouldn’t call SPA at all…

Maybe she could retire. Tell Daisy everything and run away with her. Disappear into the Alabama countryside. The way Daisy was looking at her now… it was hard to deny it wasn’t an enticing thought. Instead of almost getting killed by incredibly dangerous lunatics she could instead settle down with a beautiful and trusting soul like Daisy. After all, it’s not like they were so dissimilar. Daisy had entered that fighting arena too. She and Blue just clicked. They understood each other in a way Blue had never felt before. As they started into each other’s eyes, their hands found each other’s faces and they kissed.

“My name is… Amanda,” said Agent Blue.

“Well Amanda,” Daisy said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

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“You know,” Amanda said as she finished getting dressed, putting on a camo tank top and a pair of jeans Lori had given her. “Maybe… I don’t have to go back to SPA.”

“Didn’t you call them already?” Daisy asked.

“Nah, Lori was in the kitchen,” Amanda said. “I faked a phone call. But I guess maybe you could come with me too. I mean, I might have thrown our fights but it’s not like you’re helpless. With a little training you could become a field agent…”

Amanda turned and saw Daisy glaring at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You faked a phone call?” Daisy said.

“Of course,” Amanda replied. “We don’t know these people at all… And I can’t exactly say ‘oh by the way I’m a secret agent’ outloud.”

“So what other tools of deception do you employ?” asked Daisy as she angrily clasped her bra. “Can you do accents? Do you have a bunch of fake fingerprints? I mean Jesus… come with you? One second you want to settle down, the next you want to go galavanting across the world with me on secret missions. Is this a game to you?”

“No it’s not,” Amanda replied. “I just… could see us doing either together.”

“We don’t know each other, Amanda,” Daisy said. “And taking things slow with a spy doesn’t exactly seem like a realistic option… And I don’t want to be running around the world meeting psychos like that red headed woman earlier. She could have killed us. Easily. I saw how she broke you. You want me to see that again? Or worse, wait for you to come home and you never do?”

“I said we could settle down too,” Amanda said, taking Daisy’s hands.

“I don’t believe that though,” Daisy said. “You don’t trust and you lie so easily. I don’t know if you could ever turn that part of yourself off.”

“I’d be willing to try… for the right person.”

“And if I’m not the right person?”

“Well then…”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Dinner y’all!!!” cried Heather’s voice.

Daisy’s hand slipped out of Amanda’s and she finished putting on her own top, a red and black flannel blouse. She began to walk towards the door, but stopped and looked back at Amanda. She reached her hand out. Amanda slowly took it. Daisy pulled Amanda in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for trying,” Daisy said.

Amanda and Daisy made their way downstairs. The smell of sweet potatoes and perfectly seasoned roasted chicken wafted into their nostrils. Amanda remembered that she hadn’t really eaten today. She only had a cookie and whatever tasteless gruel Tilda fed her early in the morning. Now completely refreshed, she was ready to dig into a home cooked country meal.

As she turned the corner into the dining room though, she saw a woman sitting at the head of the table. A beautiful brunette with her hair put up in a bun, sporting a camo tank top and a pair of daisy dukes. She had large eyes. Unmistakable eyes. Eyes that could suck you in with a single glance. Her athletic and muscular frame seemed to glisten under the lights of the living room. Amanda knew this woman.

It was Caroine Jenkins. She had been working with Charlotte Brooks for a few years now as her muscle and right-hand. While she never actually fought with Charlotte, she had seen both Agents Yellow and Pink on the receiving end of her brutal attacks. Amanda tried her best to hide her face as she turned around.

“You know what… I just remembered I need to make another phone call,” Amanda said.

Amanda walked toward the kitchen, once more trying to hide her face. She thought for a moment she saw Caroline’s head snap. But when she wasn’t pulled back into the dining room by her hair, Amanda thought maybe she had gotten away with it. Amanda rushed over to the phone and quickly dialed the SPA emergency number.

“Hello,” said a voice on the phone.

“This is Doli, the bankers are out of change and the stores are closed. I need a light red car,” she said.

“One moment,” said the voice.

“Hello,” said another, more familiar voice.

“Pink, it’s Blue,” Amanda said.

“Jesus where the hell are you?” she asked. “There’s some major sh*t going down…”

“Look, I need an extraction ASAP. I’m in Alabama, can you track this call? The address is-”

Suddenly, Amanda felt a hand on the back of her head. In a flash, her forehead smashed into the wall. Amanda dropped the phone. Then she dropped. She fell to the floor and as her blurry vision cleared up she looked up to see Caroline Jenkins hanging up the phone. Standing over her, she looked like an absolute giant. Lean and athletic with muscle definition in her abs, thighs, and arms… Blue knew even at full strength she’d be a handful. Now though? She was worried.

“I thought that was you…” she said with a smirk. “Little Agent Blue lost in the country, huh?”

Caroline bent over and grabbed Blue by the collar of the tank top, stretching it out. She yanked the agent up to her feet and sunk her right fist into her stomach. Amanda doubled over. She probably could have absorbed that blow if she were completely fresh, but five days of torture and an hours long hike through the heat had done a number on her. Amanda’s eyes darted towards the kitchen entryway as Lori, Heather, and Daisy all rushed in.

“Daisy… RUN!” Amanda yelled.

Caroline snapped her knee up and connected with Amanda’s forehead. Amanda dropped to the floor and once again her vision blurred. But she did see the hazy silhouette of Daisy quickly dart out of the room.

“Go get her!” Caroline barked. “I’ve got this one…”

Amanda felt a hand grab her by the back of the head and whip her across the kitchen. She crashed shoulder-first into the wall, just barely able to brace herself. She turned and saw Caroline quickly approaching her. Amanda put up her fists and connected with a pair of alternating hooks to the big girl’s jaw. Those are usually fight enders. Caroline took them like they were nothing and nailed Amanda with a right cross that sent the agent sprawling across the kitchen table. Caroline took Amanda by the hair yet again and walked her out into the dining room. The other Jenkins sisters were gone with Daisy also nowhere to be found. The front door was wide open, however. Maybe Daisy was smart enough to get the keys and drive away. Maybe she saved herself. Amanda could only think about her for a second before she found herself lifted up in the air by Caroline. The biggest Jenkins sister brought Amanda down back-first onto the kitchen table, which was made of some seriously sturdy hickory. Amanda’s back spasmed, and she instinctively reached back to clutch it. Caroline however, leapt onto the table and straddled her, pinning her wrists down flat.

“Man, the way Charlotte talks about ya I thought you’d be some ultimate badass,” Caroline mocked. “But you hit like a weak lil b*tch.”

Caroline moved Amanda’s hands over her head with ease, flattening the agent out even more. Then she leaned down, her chest planted atop the weakened woman. Amanda wondered if Caroline was really this strong or if it was just the circumstances. Regardless, Amanda knew she couldn’t overpower this woman. No chance in hell. She’d have to outmaneuver her.

Amanda brought her legs back and attempted to hook them under Caroline’s arms. Caroline simply laughed as she released Amanda’s wrists and brought her arms back, easily hooking the agent’s legs under her armpits and folding the smaller woman even more. Amanda felt the sharp pain in her lower back as her hamstrings were pushed to their limits. Caroline brought Amanda’s legs further and further down towards the table. Amanda’s face contorted in pain… but she had gotten what she wanted. With her hands now free, Amanda reached for the pepper shaker. She unscrewed the lid and then tossed it at Caroline’s face. With a faceful of black pepper, Caroline’s body instantly reacted as her eyes shut and she started to sneeze uncontrollably. This made her drop Amanda’s legs.

The savvy agent then slid herself out from under Caroline and grabbed the Bama girl by the hair. She slammed Caroline’s face into the table a couple of times and then kicked her off of it. Caroline, still sneezing but now also groaning in pain, flopped to the floor. Amanda slid off of the table and ran out the door. There she saw Daisy pinned up against the hood of the pick-up truck by Lori as Heather bent over to pick up Daisy’s legs.

With all of the speed she could muster, Amanda ran towards Heather and tackled her into the dirt. The sun had mostly dipped under the horizon and the temperature had dropped considerably. It was still light enough to see, but in the dimness of the evening Amanda knew the longer these fights went on the worse chance her and Daisy had of surviving.

Amanda tried to pin Heather to the ground, but the youngest Jenkins sister rocked her with a blow to the jaw and kicked Amanda in the stomach. Amanda slid across the dirt and as she went to pick herself up, Heather had pounced on her. The two rolled around, each toppling for position. Amanda attempted to reach into her BJJ training, but found Heather possessed some skills as well. She blocked the bigger agent’s grappling attacks and then willingly went on to her back as she grabbed Amanda’s wrists. Then, she caught the agent’s elbow between her thighs and began to pull on the bigger brunette’s arm. From her guard, Heather applied the arm lock and made Amanda’s shoulder feel like it was ripping out of its socket.

Tears flooded Amanda’s eyes. If she had her normal strength she would simply pick up the smaller girl and slam her to the ground. But doing it at this point might rip her arm out of her socket. So again, Amanda chose to improvise. She took a handful of dirt and tossed it in Heather’s face. This temporarily blinded and choked the girl a bit, making her loosen her grip. Amanda was able to swiftly pull her arm out of the lock and turn Heather onto her side.

Now on top, Amanda landed one hard, fast strike to Heather’s cheek. The smaller girl went limp and Amanda sighed in relief. She looked over and saw Daisy’s face the color of a strawberry as Lori choked the life out of her. Amanda hurried towards them, but before she could stop Lori Amanda felt a driving force in her side take her down to the dirt. It was Caroline, still rapidly blinking with a runny nose, but she had recovered enough. Amanda grabbed for some dirt, but before she could throw it in Caroline’s face, the bigger girl pinned her wrist to the ground.

“Nuh-uh… not again,” Caroline growled.

Amanda turned over onto her stomach, but Caroline quickly hooked her arms underneath the agent’s. She began to ragdoll Amanda, easily controlling her and tossing her around in the dirt. She pulled up on Amanda just enough to get a little resistance from the ground as possible, then she violently hurled her into the side of the truck. Amanda’s body dropped down onto the ground in a heap.

She tried to push herself up, but Caroline planted a foot on her back and let out a triumphant roar. She grabbed Amanda by the back of her top and the belt loop of her jeans. Caroline lifted Amanda up over her head. Amanada’s arms and legs simply dangled uselessly in the air. Caroline bent her knees and tossed Amanda into the bed of the truck. The agent's body hit it with a loud clanging sound as pain shot through her back. Caroline climbed up into the bed with her. She hoisted Amanda onto her feet and pushed her up against the back of the truck.

“Come on,” Caroline said, motioning Amanda toward her.

Amanda put up her hands.

WHAM-WHAM

Caroline landed two right hooks and dropped Amanda. She picked her back up again. Amanda got into her stance.

WHAM-WHAM

Amanda went down again.

Hoisted to her feet.

WHAM-WHAM

Amanda toppled out of the truck and back into the dirt. She began to crawl. She crawled towards where she last saw Daisy. Caroline hopped out of the car. Amanda could hear the footprints behind her, taking their time. Amanda turned the corner… and on the ground was the body of a completely unconscious blonde woman.

But it wasn’t Daisy. Lori Jenkins laid in the dirt. Amanda turned and saw Daisy hop on Caroline’s back. The big brunette stumbled around as Daisy worked her forearm across her throat. Caroline was smart though, she turned so that her back was facing the truck and quickly backed up, slamming Daisy against it a few times until the blonde let go. Daisy dropped to her feet and Caroline turned around, taking a huge swing that connected with Daisy’s draw and dropped her in the dirt. Amanda crawled towards the truck and used it to start to stand. Caroline turned her attention towards her and charged, but Amanda quickly grabbed the car door and opened it.

Caroline, going full speed, crashed into the door and dropped at a ninety degree angle in a single fluid motion. Amanda closed the door and dropped her bodyweight down on top of her. Then, with all of her might, she began to beat Caroline senseless. Her right fist cracked across Caroline’s cheek over and over again. She had no idea how many times she hit her, she only knew she wanted to kill Caroline in that moment. And she very nearly would have, if Daisy hadn’t hurled herself at Amanda.

Daisy pinned Amanda to the dirt.

“What are you doing?” Amanda screamed.

“Stop! She’s finished!” she yelled down at Amanda.

“SHE WOULD HAVE KILLED US!! SHE WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU!!!” Amanda roared back. She brought her fist back and punched Daisy as hard as she could.

Daisy toppled off of her and Amanda shakily rose to her feet. She looked down at Daisy and reached her hand down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-”

But Daisy struck back. She kicked Amanda in the gut, causing the agent to stumble back into the car. Daisy got to her feet and bull-rushed Amanda, who couldn’t understand what she was doing. She tried to throw Daisy off of her, but the blonde was able to tackle her into the dirt.

“What are you…. Doing?” groaned Amanda as she tried to wrestle for position with Daisy.

“You… you’re just as bad as them!” Daisy cried out. “You’re worse!!! You’re a monster!”

Amanda couldn’t find the strength to keep Daisy down and soon found herself pinned under her. Daisy straddled Amanda, pinning her wrists into the dirt. She had tears in her eyes. Amanda looked up and realized that Daisy was scared. She was scared of all of this. She was scared of Lori, Heather, and Caroline. But she was also scared of Amanda.

“It’s like you’re two different people,” Daisy said. “Amanda and Agent Blue. And when you’re Amanda you’re everything I want in the world. And when you’re Agent Blue… I want to put you in the ground.”

“I… I’m sorry Daisy,” Amanda started to say, but Daisy brought her fist up and punched Amanda in the cheek so hard that Amanda’s body went limp and everything went dark.

Amanda woke up in the pick-up truck passenger seat. Daisy was driving. Amanda looked over at her and then around her surroundings.

“Where are we going…?” Amanda asked.

“That depends,” Daisy said, stopping the car at a fork in the road. “We can make a left and go to the police station, call your SPA friends, and they can come get us. Or… we make a right and just drive. You and me. Make the decision.”

“Daisy…” Amanda began.

“Left or right,” Daisy demanded.

After a minute of silence Amanda looked at Daisy with tears in her eyes.

“I’m a SPA Agent Daisy,” Agent Blue said. “Left.”

Daisy looked back at her with tears in her eyes. She made the left. They drove for a few minutes. The sun was completely gone now and it was completely dark outside. Only the headlights, stars, and moon provided any light. They drove some more. Then some more.

“Where’s the police station, Daisy?” Agent Blue asked.

Daisy didn’t answer.

“Daisy…”

“That girl back there, Lori,” Daisy said. “While she was kicking my ass she said Caroline had already called her boss, Charlotte Brooks. Apparently she has a real thing for you. For killing you. So, after I knocked you out I got the information out of her where she was. Apparently she just broke her out of jail and put her up in a safehouse. That safehouse there.”

Daisy pointed towards a small shack with a small bit of light leaking out of one window.

“What do you mea-”

But Daisy’s elbow shot forward and collided with Agent Blue’s nose. The agent went limp and once more slipped into unconsciousness.
The next thing Amanda remembered was Daisy dragging the body out of the passenger side seat. She heard an additional pair of footsteps that was getting louder and louder. Daisy dropped Amanda on the red clay driveway. Amanda looked up and saw Charlotte Brooks squatting down to meet her gaze.

“Holy crap,” Charlotte said. “It really is you. Damn girl, what the hell happened?”

“I knocked her out…” Daisy said. “Twice.”

“This pretty thang pushed your sh*t in, huh?” Charlotte asked. “I’m a lil jealous. Normally I like doin’ that. And what’s your name dear?”

Charlotte turned her attention to Daisy.

“Daisy,” she said as she extended her hand.

Charlotte shook it and said, “Well Daisy, this is a hell of a catch. What do ya want for her? Money?”

“I think I’d like a job actually,” said Daisy. “Your number two, Caroline was it? She was okay but… she didn’t bring you Agent Blue, did she? I think I’m more valuable.”

“I like that,” said Charlotte. “Alright, you come work for me. In the meantime, we’ve got this pretty lil thang to deal with… don’t we? How much fun have we had over the years, Bluie?”

“UGhhnn,” Blue groaned. “Go to hell.”

“Same old Blue,” said Charlotte.

She leaned down and grabbed Agent Blue by the jaw. She gave her a nice, hard slap and then spit in her face.

“Some girls never learn manners,” Charlotte said. “Oh well, it’s too late to teach ya anyway. Let’s get ya in the house so we can put an end to our lil feud.”

Charlotte bent down and hoisted Blue up over her shoulders. Her and Daisy walked towards the safehouse. Blue’s mind was racing. What was she going to do? She couldn’t take on a fully rested Charlotte in this situation, let alone with Daisy helping her. She felt fearful. She felt her heart racing. She accepted that… this was it. Charlotte Brooks was finally going to kill her.

Then, she heard something. Something at first way off in the distance and then it grew louder and louder. Charlotte and Daisy heard it too. In the sky a bright light started racing toward their position. The sound of helicopter propellers whirled through the countryside.

As it got closer a voice rang out overhead.

“Release Agent Blue, or we will shoot to kill,” said Agent Pink’s voice.

“Damn, how did they find us???” Charlotte asked.

“She made a call earlier,” Daisy said. “They must have traced her to this area. sh*t… what do we do?”

Charlotte picked up Agent Blue and put her between herself and the chopper. She began to slowly make her way towards the truck.

“Okay, you get in the driver’s seat,” she told Daisy. “I’ll drop Blue and they’ll have to land to pick her up. Then we can drive away.”

“But we have her now…” Daisy said.

“Ain’t much used to us if we’re dead,” Charlotte said. “Now start listenin’ to your boss.”

Charlotte and Daisy backed towards the truck and at the last moment, Charlotte heaved Blues body onto the dirt. The truck peeled away, kicking up dirt as it screeched into the Alabama darkness. Agent Blue, barely able to think straight at all, felt the harsh winds of a helicopter get closer and closer to her body. She cracked open her eyes and saw a figure race towards her… and then she passed out one more time.

Another very compelling story. I don't like stories in which there are only fights, I prefer those in which the construction of the story is accurate and the psychological aspects also emerge. I like, for example, when agent Blus is forced to admit her relative weakness towards rivals too strong and bigger than her, her humiliation for not being adequate to the situation. My favorites are the stories where the agent is defeated, even in one-sided combat. I hope to be able to read more stories soon because you write very well, even if I am not good at English I think I can say it.