Inside the ship Velma had taken over the computers and
had fended off the attempts to capture her with ease. The ship was under her control and the security
doors were all sealed turning the fake Coast Guard members into prisoners. Velma noticed the break out attempt and
activated the fire suppression systems to douse the cutting torches the blue
clad goons had pulled out. Velma knew
the orange catsuit with the red accessories did nothing to hide her, but my god
did she feel sexy in it! Velma picked up
the pistols and carbine she had “Liberated” and smiled. The ships Radar showed that they had been
over flown and that ships were heading in their direction.
*
Freddy laid across the roof top perch with the cross bow
in her hands. She had to admit the
custom catsuit Daphne had picked out for her made her feel sexy and powerful as
hell. She liked the little rainbow heart
tag with “property of Daphne” attached to the red leather collar around her
neck. The light blue armored gloves,
over the knee boots, corset and shoulder pads contrasted nicely with the white
rubber. The Navy leather utility belt,
thigh holsters and shoulder harness were still mostly empty right now, but
Daphne had assured her they would get the items needed to fill them in time.
“And another one coming down the main road…” Freddy said
before she loosed the cross bow in the path of the tire puncturing it causing
the fake shore patrol cruiser to crash into a lamp post, “Don’t think your
insurance company is going to cover that.”
*
“Fucking Seriously?” the one of the impostors wrapped up
in the net shouted as Scooby lifted his leg.
None of them had believed the part of the briefing about
the dog being able to talk, but they swore he was chuckling as he whizzed on
the capture group.
*
Daphne licked her lips as she watched Shaggy squat down
next to her and reload the submachine gun they had stolen from one of the first
fakers they had knocked out. His ass
looked nice in the black rubber catsuit she had made for him in the computer
program. It was a mix of the shiny black
nightwing costume and a woman’s sexy SWAT trooper Halloween costume, and his
butt facing her was a perfect peach shape.
Daphne licked her lips again, but this time it was because she had just
reloaded the pair of Walther Pistols and was going get the thrill of laying
down cover while Shaggy leapt forward and knocked out the fake shore patrol goons
in the next room.
“Kiss kiss,” Daphne said calmly.
“Like Bang bang,” Shaggy responded.
The Black Widow that Daphne had used Master PC to put in
her didn’t mind shooting the goons, but the Batgirl was telling her it was
wrong and they should knock them out so they could stand trial. Daphne knew it was the Catwoman in her that
stuck out her heeled boot enclosed leg just right to show it off for Shaggy as
she popped up to unleash the hail of fire to keep the goons head’s down while
her sidekick kicked ass. Daphne felt
sexy and powerful in the super-suit she had made for herself. The plum latex catsuit, the black leather
over the knee boots and wrist gloves, the black nylon holsters around her
thighs linked to the similar belt around her waist and the shoulder rig on her
chest, around her waist was a purple latex corset that was the same color as
the studded leather arm guards on her forearms, and around her neck was a dark
green neck corset. Daphne saw Shaggy
take down the first guy in the room across the way with a flying kick and so
she ducked back down and went over her ammo again. She had been luck that most of these people
were all using the same 9 Millimeter pistols so they all had the same
magazines, but unlike in video games, the ammo she picked up was spread out
across multiple magazines and not automatically put into one magazine for her.
“Like have at it babe!” Shaggy called from the other
room.
Daphne took the cue and spun around the corner as Shaggy
opened up with covering fire. The first
phone went back from a kick to the face as Daphne lept into the room. The next one had his head pinned between a book
case and the black leather covered hard plastic plate of her shoulder and
deltoid cover. Daphne saw the third man
coming at her with a police baton. She
dropped down doing a split and punched the guy in the crotch before leaning
back, and catching his legs in hers as she closed them like a pair of
scissors. The guy hit his head on the
desk as he fell back. Daphne quickly zip
cuffed them and grabbed any ammo they had before going back to the door way and
preparing to cover Shaggy.
“Kiss Kiss babe,” Daphne said once her pistols were fully
loaded.
“Like Bang Bang!” Shaggy said before making his leap
forward to clear the building.
*
Velma moved quietly to the hidden compartment of the
Mystery Machine, for some reason a part of her was surprised to find it and
find it filled with slots for guns, magazines and ammo. But she ignored that and tucked away the
firearms she had liberated from the ship.
Soon the Navy and the real police would be swarming the town. Velma got into the van and started
changing.
*
As the sun rose, the real police along with the US Navy
and the Real Coast Guard swarmed the town.
A shout woke the teenagers in the pink and purple tent up.
“Is this your dog?” a State Trooper shouted.
“Like Yes officer,” the tall lanky brown haired hippy
said as he came out of the tent.
He rubbed his eyes, as the police looked him up and
down. He was in red tank top and brown
basketball shorts. Behind him were the
heads of three girls.
“Can you ladies come out,” the State Trooper called.
A tall athletic blonde girl in a similar white and blue
tank top and shorts combo walked out followed by a curvy and top heavy brunette
struggling with a pair of glasses and a red headed girl. Both were wearing little more than tank tops
and thongs.
“Just what were you four doing all night?” A man in a
uniform asked suspiciously.
“I wish it was a four-way man…” the hippy said, “But
turns out they just wanted me around to warm their cold feet.”
“Can any of you explain that?” the State Trooper said
pointing at the fake Coast Guards people in the net under guard from Scooby.
“Ah… Why are the police in my prototype thief traps?” the
blonde asked.
“They aren’t,” Daphne said, “If the State Police are
here, then they must not be the Coast Guard Shore Patrol they claimed to be to
the towns folk.”
“Well you are right miss,” the State Trooper said.
“Lets see some IDs,” another State Trooper said.
The four fumbled for the tent for their ID cards.
“Lets see here,” the State Trooper said going over them, “Norville
Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, Winifred Jones… Wait aren’t you Mystery Inc?”
“Yep,” Daphne smiled.
*
They had spent an hour giving testimony to the police,
the real police, and then a few more getting their pictures taken since they
were the famous mystery solving teenagers and their dog. After that they spent time trying to hide
from the news folks trying to do interviews.
After a while they did manage to get on the road home. No-one had put the catsuited superheroes
together with Mystery Inc.
“So what the heck was going on?” Freddy asked as she
drove.
“Like I get it they Shore Patrol folks were bad people,”
Shaggy said, “But why did we have to knock them all out?”
“They weren’t really the Coast Guard,” Velma said, “They
were a bunch of mercenaries pretending to be members of the Coast Guard.”
“Remember the lables on the crates?” Daphne asked.
“Yeah.”
“The USS Wyoming was a battle ship. It was never made into a submarine… but they
use the states as names for the Ballistic Missile Submarines. And if the US Army wants to buy firearms,
they don’t have it shipped via the US Navy throw other militaries, they just
get them from the makers and get either a shipping company or the US Air Force
to air mail it.”
“So then what was with the labels,” Shaggy asked.
“Cover in case someone spotted them on the road. Most people wouldn’t question the military
vehicles with military crates and military labels on them,” Velma said.
“So how did they come in as the Coast Guard?” Freddy
asked.
“One of the members of the smuggling group really is a
member of the Coast Guard. They were a
high up officer and spotted the opportunity to use the town their port of entry
into the US.”
“Ok. So, are we
going to be breaking out into superhero mode to solver mysteries from now on?”
Shaggy asked.
“Not all the time,” Daphne said, “Just when it warrants it…
or why I feel like some real sexy games…
The rest of the time I think we can be casual… but I think we all can
use a few improvements to our closets.
More leather and latex for my lovelies.”
“Got to admit that latex catsuit made me feel hot,”
Freddy said, “And you are a hell of a sight in your latex Mistress Daphne.”
“To college, sexy fetish games and bigger mysteries!”
Daphne said before kissing Velma.
“Rooby Dooby Doo!” Scooby howled.