The Creeps Get Dazzler.

For a brief moment, a very BRIEF moment, Dazzler thought of Jasper Sitwell. The bespeckled crewcut who was the most obnoxious, officious, self-important, anal retentive douche bag she ever had the displeasure of knowing. The one who had been placed in charge of the mission.

Long story short General Steve Trevor, former Chief Of Staff, got so fed up with the inept leadership of this country that he went rogue and tried to form a coup d'état.

Several times.

First with skilled soldiers and high tech weapons.  Then with super powered enforcers. But he was always stopped by the warrior women known as the Amazons. (There was a history between Trevor and the Amazons that did not end well.)  Now he was attempting nuclear blackmail with a prototype bomb he and his followers had managed to steal from a top secret research facility.

The Director knew his agents needed super powered enforcers too if they were to succeed in stopping Trevor and getting the bomb back. The Amazons were away on a survival training course back on their home island. There were other super beings available to call. But the only one within quick reach was the mutant heroine called Dazzler.

Sitwell didn't want her.

"With all due respect, Director, I don't want a TIT on my team. The agents assigned me are more than capable of...."

"Sitwell I don't give a tinker's damn WHAT you want. What I want is for Trevor and that bomb to be captured before there's a hundred mile radioactive crator on my home soil. Now Trevor uses TITs so WE need TITs too. No offense, Dazz. TIT stands for Thug In Tights"

"I'm a thug?"

"Anything but, lady." The Director smiled at her.  Then his good eye narrowed and he bit deeper into a cigar no one DARED tell him was against regulation. "But if YOU gotta problem with her helpin', Sitwell..."

"N-no, Sir. I do not."

And so the Dazzler joined the search. Good thing too. For the Director was right. The agents were ill prepared for General Trevor's "Power Troops."  But those same "Power Troops" were ill prepared for the Swiss Army Knife of light that was the Dazzler. Because of her inclusion Sitwell and his agents were able to capture Trevor.

Barely.

But Dazzler saw enough clues to make her think Trevor was a red herring. A decoy.  And his "bomb" was just a realistic model of the real thing. If she was right the real thing was on a frieghter bound for Noble City. And the real brains behind this was still on the loose somewhere. 

When she told Sitwell what she believed he ignored her.  And then dismissed her.

"Thank you for your help, 'Dazzler.' But your services are no longer required. Agent Carter will take you home.  If we ever need a gun with cleavage again we'll give you a call."

To say she was livid was an understatement.  It was a good thing she really wasn't a "Thug In Tights" or Sitwell would be in traction now. 

After Carter dropped Dazzler off at her apartment she entered the stairwell. There was a hidden entrance that led down to a secret underground tunnel system the Amazons had set up throughout the city. This allowed them to move about without being detected by the city's various outside monitors. Reaching the tunnel Dazzler hopped on a motorcycle, that she had parked there, and hightailed it to the hidden Amazon Academy. Once there she convinced Prisilla, one of the Amazonian scientists, to let her borrow their flying mini-sub. Reaching the suspected frieghter she snuck on board and discovered she was right all along. The bomb WAS on board and so was the mastermind. A super villain called Mr. Creep.  As deadly as his name was silly.  And he was holding an Amazon, a girl named Carrie, prisoner.

As Dazzler unleashed an optic dazzleburst on Creep she allowed herself a little gloating.  While Sitwell and his crew were finding out their bomb was a fake Dazzler would be bringing in the real thing AND the true villain behind it all.

But her gloat was brief. The dazzleburst was having no affect on him.

Before she could react Creep threw out his hand and a palm taser jolted her whole body.

"AAAAGH!!!"

"Nice trick, Starboobs! Might work on someone with NORMAL eyes." Creep then shut off the taser and she fell unconscious to the deck.

"Seriously. Who IS this bitch?"

Her costume fit like a second skin. Ain't no way she could hide anything inside it. He then searched her jacket and found only an iPod crammed full of nothing but music.

After taking her to a cabin, and tying her up, Mr. Creep did a quick search of the ship.  He found no one else. There was no boat or aircraft to show how the woman got here. The only transportation he could see was the small two man helicopter he and the captive Carrie arrived in. He had no way of knowing there was a flying mini-sub magnetically attached to the frieghter's belly. And her special scuba and climbing gear was hidden in a life boat.

"Maybe the Blue Nightlite can fly.  Ahhh just kill the bitch and be done with it."

But his curiosity got the better of him. 

He gathered some crude "interrogation" tools and headed back to where he left the mystery girl.

She was just where he had left her.

Whoever this chick is she came alone, Creep thought. Fortunately I got some time to question her before the bomb goes off. 

He needed to know who she was. What was she doing here. Did it have to do with the bomb?  Did that dumbass, Trevor, blow it and get caught? Did he blab? Who else knew where the bomb was located? And did they know if he, Mr. Creep, was involved?

After Creep got the information he was certain to get he'd kill her and leave with Carrie.

"Mmmmmm."

She was moaning. Good. Bluegirl was waking up.

He got a bottle of whiskey he found and removed the gag. He couldn't help but admire the tightness of her costume. Damn that suit looked like it was painted on her.

Creep opened the whiskey and forced it down her throat.

"Wakey wakey, Star-Titties! Gots some questions to answer."  Hopefully the booze would loosen her tongue and make the interrogation go faster.

She gagged and squirmed trying to spit it out. But Creep grabbed a finger and pulled it in the wrong direction.

The girl yelped in pain as he shouted.

"Swallow, BITCH, or I'll break it, cut it off and make a sandwich out of it!

Still whoozy from the shock, her power level too weak to help her, in pain from her finger about to be snapped, Dazzler did the only thing she could.

She swallowed.

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