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The HBS:

A mission for the Hot Blond Superheroines to thwart the evil Hypnotica goes as planned, only what was the supervillain’s real objective…?

Chapter 1:

POW! The punched flew through the air, impacting the entranced henchman right on his jaw and flinging him backwards to the floor unconscious. He’d have a headache when he woke up, that was for sure, not to mention a sore chin, but he’d play no further part in Hypnotica’s nefarious plans for that day, reckoned Dynagirl.

Such thought was quickly replaced by the call to additional combat. Hypnotica had gone all out on this one, reckoned the hot blond superheroine, or HBS 3 as was her call sign. She spun round and planted a kick into the stomach of another mentally vacant man, who doubled up in agony, his exposed neck offering an easy, incapacitating target to the skilled martial artist. Laying him out she found herself faced with three other large, muscular if totally hypnotised individuals. Taking a loose martial arts stance, she beckoned them on.

HBS 1 and 2, otherwise known as Turbowoman and Amazonia, were equally busy on the main floor of the bank. Hypnotica had really surprised them. The evil, if delectable, supervillain had been unusually quiet for some weeks, her various attempts to take over Cityville seemingly on the backburner. The HBS hadn’t exactly minded. They’d been constantly busy with a gang of other criminals and hadn’t noticed an absence of crime from one of their most consistent providers of work. That had been a lapse.

Now Hypnotica had emerged from her place of hiding, along with a small army of hypnotised goons, all of whom seemed to be capable martial artists. They were nothing compared to the HBS, whose skills went beyond mere competency, but the sheer number of them was stopping them from getting to the vault, where Hypnotica was. However, in the face of the overwhelming technical and physical superiority of the HBS, it was only a question of time before Hypnotica was finally captured. She’d unwittingly entered a trap by going into that vault, one that Turbowoman was about to spring.

Laying out a particularly pugnacious opponent with a vicious roundhouse to the head, the six foot tall golden haired leader of the HBS provided herself with the opening she needed. The falling henchman sent his nearby brethren sprawling as well and the lithe heroine took the opportunity to dive forwards, over their bodies, rolling into the vault room and closing the door behind her, sealing herself inside along with Hypnotica.

Outside Amazonia and Dynagirl got close, watching each other’s back while they fought off the remaining henchmen. It didn’t take long. None of the men had brought guns or other weapons and without them there was little they could do to the two women. Truth be told there wasn’t a great deal they could’ve done with firearms or knives or anything, but it was unnerving to the HBS that so many of their enemies should be so ill prepared.

The fighting lasted little longer. Although the men were competent and fanatically loyal to their gorgeous mistress, their skills were feeble by comparison to their opponents. When, after a good ten minutes of constant fighting, the last man dropped, HBS’s 2 and 3 turned to the vault room. Unfortunately, it only opened from the inside. Turbowoman had closed the door in order to stop any henchmen coming in after her. That had been five minutes ago. Now, in some trepidation, Amazonia and Dynagirl approached the room, wondering whether their leader had been successful.

Suddenly the door smashed open, crunching into the wall. Hypnotica emerged, carrying two heavy black bags, out of which the occasional thousand dollar bill was slipping. Seeing the black haired beauty, Amazonia and Dynagirl took their martial arts stances and prepared to do battle. Hypnotica was an excellent martial artist herself, certainly the match of HBS 2 or 3. But against both of them? With two heavy bags? And with Turbowoman right behind her? She had no chance!

“Not so fast…” demanded the black haired woman, her face covered by the black cat mask she wore, “You don’t want to do anything hasty…”

“The only hasty thing were going to do is cream your ass Hypnotica!” challenged Dynagirl, preparing to leap at her adversary. Hypnotica merely smiled cruelly. Seeing the expression, HBS 3 was about to jump when…

“Wait!” The voice came from the vault room. It was Turbowoman. HBS 2 and 3 both hesitated, looking for clarification. The HBS leader emerged.

“There’s a girl in there, strapped to five kilos of dynamite with the detonator in her hand!” explained HBS 1.

“Yes there is,” cackled Hypnotica, “And if I don’t ring her in five minutes she’ll set it off! And if any of you try to grab the detonator she’ll activate it. So, unless you want innocent blood on your hands, you’ll let me go!”

“What if we do and you don’t call her anyway?” asked Dynagirl accusingly. The lithesome supervillain at least had the grace to look affronted.

“I haven’t murdered anyone yet, in my life of crime. To do so unnecessarily would lack style. Besides, how am I going to rob the First Bank of Cityville next time if it’s been destroyed?” With that she turned and rushed through the doors of the bank, out into the road and down a side street, just as the first police sirens could be heard approaching. Ignoring the supervillain, the three HBS turned their attention to the various unconscious men in the building, grabbing as many as they could and dragging them out.

The seconds ticked by quickly but, by the time five minutes was fast approaching, the bank was clear of everyone except the three superheroines and the hypnotised captive in the vault. All three women of the HBS went inside, closing the door behind them, to hopefully shield the building from some of the blast, should it happen. It could well have been suicidal, but they couldn’t leave anyone behind.

She stood there calm and serene, like a statue… albeit one surrounded by explosives. When Amazonia took a step forwards the girl raised her right hand, which held the detonator, and warned her back… her voice totally devoid of emotion. Finally five minutes came. The three HBS’s realised Hypnotica wasn’t going to call… or had even bluffed! They were about to try and wrench the detonator away from the girl when a phone rang. The hypnotised girl picked it up, opened it and listened for a moment, before suddenly dropping to the floor, stone cold unconscious. Turbowoman dived forward and caught the girl while Amazonia picked up the mobile.

“You’re going to pay for this!” the blond superheroine threatened, but Hypnotica was already gone. Pocketing the phone she turned to her leader, who was skilfully removing all the outstanding explosives. By then the sirens had arrived and the police were less than a minute away.

“Time to go,” ordered Turbowoman. The three HBS stood up and prepared to head to the roof, but HBS 1 also picked up the girl.

“Why are we taking her?” asked Amazonia.

“Because Hypnotica has taken complete control of her… who knows what little things she’s left behind? Secrets…? Locations…? The police don’t have the facilities to find out, we do.” Realising the truth of her leader’s words Amazonia merely nodded, before leading the way for the four of them to get to the roof and their stealth copter. By the time the police had the situation under control the HBS were long gone. The officers of the law had no idea what had happened. All they knew was that yet another major criminal undertaking seemed to have spontaneously failed…

Speeding away in her getaway car, alone for the first time in months, the woman dressed as Hypnotica felt the thrill of the job slowly dissipate. In time she would feel the horrible aftermath of such an adrenaline rush but now she was flying high. She’d done it! It was only a question of time before all three of the blond babes would be under hypnotic control…

Arriving at the penthouse, the three superheroines quickly carried their captive inside. The Lane Tower of Cityville was the tallest structure in the city and the most imposing. A giant, dark edifice it stood above the city and looked down on any who would dare enter. It was quite ironic that something so imposing and threatening, built by a man who’d made his fortune through the most unscrupulous of business methods, should’ve become the secret headquarters of the HBS, but that was what had happened.

Hugo Lane had inherited his father’s not inconsiderable wealth as a young man and had done well with it. A multimillionaire at eighteen, thanks to the Lane legacy, he’d shown an incredible eye for business, becoming a billionaire by thirty. Of course, not all of those profits had been generated through good, solid graft and he’d made enemies along the way.

That was why he’d torn down the Lane building of old, a testament to his ancestors and their longstanding commitment to Cityville, and replaced it with the enormous monstrosity which now stood out so stridently. It yelled to everyone in the city: ‘I am Hugo Lane!’ and was both a boast and a warning to those who might try and remove him from his perch. Unfortunately, a few months before the new Lane tower was completed, somebody did just that.

So it was that his daughter, Mary Jane Lane, inherited the Lane billions. It went straight to her head, or so people thought. Barely twenty one years old, Mary Jane, or MJ as her friends called her, became the biggest society gal in Cityville, a place which boasted more than a few. Everything she did was large… no, make that LARGE!!! Subtlety and understatement went, excess and expense came in. She even made some extraordinary changes to the top few floors of Lane Tower, changes the architect could only describe as barmy.

But it was all a façade. MJ had always been shocked by her father’s treatment of her mother, a gentle, Southern woman who’d fallen in love with Hugo and, because of her high social standing and incredible beauty, he’d acquiesced to marry her. Within a year MJ was born. Within the decade, MJ’s mother was dead, supposedly of an overdose. MJ, an only child, thought a broken heart had done the damage. Mary-Jane never really forgave her father and, as soon as she could, she left school and travelled the world, never seeing him again until his death, by stabbing, three years later.

By that stage MJ had seen a great deal of the world and had learnt many things, not least of which was the suffering her father imposed on people in poorer countries to provide the products which made him, and her, so rich. As soon as she inherited his wealth she put an end to such projects and invested a great deal of money, quietly and with no fanfare, in improving the lives of those blighted by her family. But that was not enough.

It had become clear to her that the biggest criminals in the world were the most trusted citizens of Cityville, the men and women who ran the city, the country and the world, using their money to get everything they wanted in exchange for profits. MJ declared a private war on such people and she had the tools to fight it.

During her travels she’d learnt a great deal about martial arts, economics, medicine and other subjects. Her time in the less glamorous places of the world had been a kind of mobile university in practical matters. She knew all sorts of useful things, not least was that the people, if united, could overturn any barrier. In Cityville the people did no such thing, kept fearful and consuming by the constant reports of redundancies and murders in the city. MJ wanted to change that.

And she wasn’t alone. Lois Dawes was also a Cityville socialite whose father, although still alive, was much like Mary-Jane’s had been. Regularly beaten at a young age for minor indiscretions, Lois had grown up timid and afraid and had been easy pickings for the other girls at her boarding school. However, when she met MJ, she found someone in whom she could genuinely trust and the two of them became the best of friends.

When Mary-Jane disappeared off to South East Asia, Lois went with her. When MJ saw the levels of depravity inflicted on the people of that part of the world by her father, Lois saw it too. When MJ vowed to fight the corporate criminals in Cityville, Lois agreed instantly. And, like MJ, Lois was a bright, intelligent girl who learnt things quickly.

Lois and her friend realised that the way to bring their enemies to justice was to actually circumvent justice themselves. By breaking a few laws, such as breaking and entering, they could uncover the paper trails that would lead to the people who brought misery to so much of the world. But, in all their time away, breaking the law had been the one thing they hadn’t learnt. A third member of their group was required and with her came several strokes of genius.

Rachael Parker had lived near Mary-Jane’s home in Cityville for many years. The daughter of a rich and successful man, though not nearly as rich or successful as Hugo Lane had been, Rachael was treated by MJ as a backwards cousin. Neither of their parents knew about how unpleasant she was to the poor girl, but Rachael did… and she remembered. Even when MJ’s father died, Rachael couldn’t bring herself to commiserate for her ‘friend,’ the person whose overwhelming unpleasantness had got her into so much trouble.

As a child, Rachael had genuinely loved her taller, older and much blonder friend and was completely subservient to her. MJ took advantage, as children do, and soon had Rachael going down a slippery slope. Petty theft, breaking and entering, even arson… MJ constantly egged Rachael on and, by the time her father’s slim influence wore out, Rachael had an awkwardly long list of crimes against her name.

MJ didn’t help. Nor did her father. At that point, classed as a juvenile delinquent and sent to a young offender’s institute for two years, Rachael came to hate Mary-Jane totally, with good reason. This was only made stronger when Rachael’s mother, driven to despair by her daughter, killed herself. Rachael blamed MJ, despite the similar trauma the other girl had experienced with her own parent. When Rachael’s father, also losing site of reality due to the repeated misfortunes visited on his family, began to make some bad business calls… it was Hugo Lane who issued the coup de grace, bankrupting the man.

Rachael’s father responded by stabbing Hugo Lane and getting himself killed by the man’s bodyguards. Rachael, who was just let out of juvenile prison, responded by entering the blackest of despairs and embarking on a life of incredible crime. The wealthy people of the city had taken her family away, best personified by Mary-Jane and her evil father, so Rachael began to steal from the rich, despite having been taken in by an affluent and kindly aunt and uncle in one of the more prosperous outer suburbs of Cityville.

Initially it was small time stuff, but she soon graduated to bigger jobs, becoming an accomplished cat burglar. However, her new rebellion lasted a little less than a year when, breaking into the recently completed Lane Tower, she was caught. It was a laughable way to fail really but it happened… Rachael broke in, deactivated the security systems and retrieved the loot of choice, MJ’s mother’s jewels, successfully. It was just that, on the way out, she slipped on a loose piece of carpet and fell hard on her leg, breaking it.

Mary-Jane heard the subsequent scream and woke up, coming into the main room of her penthouse suite of Lane tower to find Rachael, her leg broken, with MJ’s favourite jewellery in a bag. Those gems were the only things MJ had left of her mother and she was initially very angry. But that very quickly changed to compassion. Rachael hadn’t got away and MJ remembered all the things she’d done to the girl, things she was by then very ashamed by. That compassion led to a doctor and no criminal charges. It also led to a conversation.

“You want me to do what?” Rachael had asked, absolutely flabbergasted by the offer.

“I want you to help me form a crime fighting ring, operating out of Lane Tower, which will take the battle to the corporate crooks like my father.” Rachael hadn’t really known what to say to that but, after many hours and having met Lois for the first time in years, she finally agreed. She learnt what MJ and Lois had to teach, while imparting her own, rather more criminal knowledge to them. To the society pages she was publicly and regularly seen to loathe MJ and Lois, with the other two treating her with icy indifference. In private they all became very good friends and trusted allies.

In time, when MJ, Lois and Rachael were 26, 25 and 23 respectively, they felt it was time to go to work. After several false starts, three close shaves and one near catastrophe they finally succeeded in breaking into a corporate HQ, downloaded the files inside and provided the IRS with a complete breakdown of how that conglomerate was secretly failing to ensure a high enough level of purity for its children’s foods, leading to excessive quantities of elements like arsenic building up in them. The resulting scandal took down the corporation and was the first of many.

However, after a fashion, the three crime fighters became victims of their own success. Although the men in charge of the police kept the source of their information quiet and the media never even caught a sniff of them, word got around in an underground sort of way and the corporations changed their practices so that the three girls, by that stage aged 28, 27 and 25, had no more targets. Not only that, but the first supervillains had begun to emerge…

Rabbitman was the first, followed by Black Jack. Then came Odin and his team, all named after Norse gods, with others coming out of the woodwork all the time. Before long the three girls were bona fide superheroes, risking their lives to protect the city of Cityville from the big and the bad who came to try and take it over, steal from it and so forth. Within a few months they’d even started wearing outfits to complement the look and had devised an ironic name for themselves: the Hot Blond Superheroines! Thus far no one had really heard of them outside the underworld, but there the name HBS was not to be uttered except behind closed doors and with fearful looks into the shadows.

Hypnotica was one of the latest supervillains and one of the few female ones. As her name suggested, she was a highly skilled hypnotist who used her wiles to seduce men and women to give her the information she required in order to break into places by herself. All the HBS knew about her was that she was a competent martial artist and dangerous hypnotist. However, she had also just walked off with over five million dollars, the latest and most successful of her jobs. That was a personal affront to the three blondes and they intended to make the beautiful hypnotist pay dearly, they just needed to find out where she was. But what the HBS didn’t know was that the money hadn’t been Hypnotica’s objective…

TO BE CONTINUED…