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"Isla...Isla!"

"Uhhh...what the...where...?" Isla responded groggily as she regained consciousness. The duo were attacked by a sizable army of shadow creatures overwhelmed the two British Bombshells. After being knocked unconscious, Jules awakened first to see they were now in an abandoned warehouse in the industrial area of Steel City.

"Ambush..." Jules replied as the two laid next to each other bound from their shoulders to their knees in chains...with Isla's glowing a faint blue.

The conveyor belt moved slowly to a dark tunnel that was lit up at the end by a glowing grid of lasers.

"Ugh..." Isla said as she wriggled around. "These chains...it's like their sapping my powers..."

"They are...cursed with dark magic...courtesy of Mallara Darkmoon, I imagine. Although I'm not sure who would be working with her. This type of trap isn't her style...since she's not here to monologue about her superiority..."

"Probably Potentia...she's mad about me going back in time to ruin her plans...and saying her best friend Poison isn't the #BestBritishRedhead ."

"When did you travel back in time?!"

"This isn't the time Julesey, not when we're about to be diced into bite sized British Bombshells." Isla said as she continued to struggle against the magical chains, to no avail.

"Didn't you bring the escape tool Tiffany built?" Jules chided as she wriggled around underneath her normal chains, working to get her arms from behind her back.

"Obviously not...I like to carry as little as possible."

"*sigh*...well they were smart to remove my belt before tying me up...I was hoping you would've been better prepared."

"Melinda's the Girl Scout, not me." Isla said sticking out her tongue playfully. "You're the one with the plans and the gadgets, I'm the ravishing redhead with the bubbly personality who likes to punch things."

The conveyor belt continued it's slow forward movements towards the Bombshells ultimate demise as Jules was able to get her arms freed from behind her back, although they were still trapped underneath the steel.

"Well...I do have one trick up my sleeve..." Jules replied as she was able to touch the silver band that was on the gauntlet on the right arm.

"Transmute!" she exclaimed as she was enveloped in colorful lights, Isla nearly blinded by the display. When it disapated, Isla was shocked at what happened next.

The steel chains began to creak, quietly at first but the volume increased as Jules was able to push her arms outward farther and farther. Strength and power that she normally didn't possess flowed through the dark haired British detective and her body responded in kind as the chains started to strech past their limits. With a flex that was more typical of her redhaired Bombshell partner, Jules' arms burst free from her chains as her chest pushed outward to break away from the bonds as well.

Isla's eyes went wide from this display, partially from surprise and partially from some other emotions that were flowing through her as well.

Leaping off of the conveyor belt, Jules was able to give Isla a full view of her outfit. Instead of being clad in the black and silver top and tight pants, in addition to her black leather jacket and boots, she was wearing something more revealing in her home country's colors of blue, red, and white.

"How did?!" Isla exclaimed with a smile as Jules scooped her up from the belt before she was about to be carved up from the laser grid.

"Later..." she said, taking off into the night through an open skylight.

After a few minutes of flight, Jules landed quietly on a rooftop in the city's center. Isla, still chained up, was still slightly out of it from being drained of her powers...but mostly because of her best friend's amazing display of super powers...and skimpy attire. Jules gently set her down, proping her up in a seated position.

"Sooo...Jooooles...spill it..."

"Well...it's something Ayako and Kayla came up with...a mix of Super Human Initiative tech and the Angel Alert band...for emergencies"

"And the outfit..."

"Mallory's design...she doesn't like using black so she used the colors of the British flag...and very little material..."

"I like it!"

"I figured you would." Jules said with a laugh and she moved towards the bound Isla and used her superhuman strength to break the redhead's bonds, now that the magic had faded.

"But besides the...more robust body and physical powers...there's something else I want to show you..."

Jules quietly unveiled her Sonic Song, the beautiful melody danced on the warm summer night's air as it filled Isla's ears and senses.

"Whoa..." Isla said. "What was that?"

"Let's call it...and auditory truth serum..."

"Uh-oh..."

"Now, lets test it out." Jules said with a big smile. "Last week, you blamed a small kitchen fire on Dynamite...what really happened?"

"I..." Isla said, struggling to resist the charm that Jules placed on her. "...wrapped a couple of potatoes in foil and put them in the microwave..."

"Isla!" Jules exclaimed, then giggled...knowing the truth spell she placed Isla under was working.

Jules moved closer to Isla and knelt down next to the seated redhead.

"Now...finally...I'm going to get an answer to a question...a question I hoped you would've asked first..."

Isla's eyes went even wider as she looked into the face of the raven haired British Bombshell.

"Isla Anne Hendry...will you marry me?"

Jules moved closer as Isla's lips trembled before giving a response.

"I...I...d-"

DING DING DING DING

Isla rolled over and smacked the alarm clock on the nightstand.

"Ugh..." Isla growled as the sunlight peeked through the windows of the bedroom. She rolled over and swung her feet over the bed and onto the floor, scratching her head as she slowly walked to the bathroom.

"Morning sleepyhead" Jules said as she examined her attire for the day's work at the SCPD in the mirror. Her light blue blouse was impeccably tailored and startched, the top two buttons left unbottoned to give a teasing look at her cleavage. The black pencil skirt highlighted her long legs, stopping at just above the knee, and a pair of black heels completed the look.

"Mmmrh" Isla mumbled as Jules kissed her on the forehead as she exited, giving the redhead space to get ready.

"I had a dream that was both wonderful...and a bit strange..." Isla said.

"Oh? Do tell...were you playing the Tom Cruise role in Top Gun and getting everyone to play shirtless volleyball in jeans?

"No...it was...um...you're getting ready to leave...we can talk about it when you get back tonight."

"If you say so." Jules responded as she grabbed her bag before opening the door.

"Oh! I'm having lunch with Ayako today, if you want to come by this afternoon Isla. She says she wants to show something she's been working on..."

Isla's eyes went wide at this.

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We take a break from the recent Avian Angels posts to head into British Bombshells territory and mix the two together.

Artwork by PGandara

Mallara Darkmoon (mentioned) property of CrimsonVlkyrie
Kayla Evans (mentioned) property of AJnimble
Poison (mentioned) property of hotrod5

Ayako/Omega Owl (mentioned), Isla/Spitfire and Jules/Harrier property of brad328

Description
"Isla...Isla!"

"Uhhh...what the...where...?" Isla responded groggily as she regained consciousness. The duo were attacked by a sizable army of shadow creatures overwhelmed the two British Bombshells. After being knocked unconscious, Jules awakened first to see they were now in an abandoned warehouse in the industrial area of Steel City.

"Ambush..." Jules replied as the two laid next to each other bound from their shoulders to their knees in chains...with Isla's glowing a faint blue.

The conveyor belt moved slowly to a dark tunnel that was lit up at the end by a glowing grid of lasers.

"Ugh..." Isla said as she wriggled around. "These chains...it's like their sapping my powers..."

"They are...cursed with dark magic...courtesy of Mallara Darkmoon, I imagine. Although I'm not sure who would be working with her. This type of trap isn't her style...since she's not here to monologue about her superiority..."

"Probably Potentia...she's mad about me going back in time to ruin her plans...and saying her best friend Poison isn't the #BestBritishRedhead ."

"When did you travel back in time?!"

"This isn't the time Julesey, not when we're about to be diced into bite sized British Bombshells." Isla said as she continued to struggle against the magical chains, to no avail.

"Didn't you bring the escape tool Tiffany built?" Jules chided as she wriggled around underneath her normal chains, working to get her arms from behind her back.

"Obviously not...I like to carry as little as possible."

"*sigh*...well they were smart to remove my belt before tying me up...I was hoping you would've been better prepared."

"Melinda's the Girl Scout, not me." Isla said sticking out her tongue playfully. "You're the one with the plans and the gadgets, I'm the ravishing redhead with the bubbly personality who likes to punch things."

The conveyor belt continued it's slow forward movements towards the Bombshells ultimate demise as Jules was able to get her arms freed from behind her back, although they were still trapped underneath the steel.

"Well...I do have one trick up my sleeve..." Jules replied as she was able to touch the silver band that was on the gauntlet on the right arm.

"Transmute!" she exclaimed as she was enveloped in colorful lights, Isla nearly blinded by the display. When it disapated, Isla was shocked at what happened next.

The steel chains began to creak, quietly at first but the volume increased as Jules was able to push her arms outward farther and farther. Strength and power that she normally didn't possess flowed through the dark haired British detective and her body responded in kind as the chains started to strech past their limits. With a flex that was more typical of her redhaired Bombshell partner, Jules' arms burst free from her chains as her chest pushed outward to break away from the bonds as well.

Isla's eyes went wide from this display, partially from surprise and partially from some other emotions that were flowing through her as well.

Leaping off of the conveyor belt, Jules was able to give Isla a full view of her outfit. Instead of being clad in the black and silver top and tight pants, in addition to her black leather jacket and boots, she was wearing something more revealing in her home country's colors of blue, red, and white.

"How did?!" Isla exclaimed with a smile as Jules scooped her up from the belt before she was about to be carved up from the laser grid.

"Later..." she said, taking off into the night through an open skylight.

After a few minutes of flight, Jules landed quietly on a rooftop in the city's center. Isla, still chained up, was still slightly out of it from being drained of her powers...but mostly because of her best friend's amazing display of super powers...and skimpy attire. Jules gently set her down, proping her up in a seated position.

"Sooo...Jooooles...spill it..."

"Well...it's something Ayako and Kayla came up with...a mix of Super Human Initiative tech and the Angel Alert band...for emergencies"

"And the outfit..."

"Mallory's design...she doesn't like using black so she used the colors of the British flag...and very little material..."

"I like it!"

"I figured you would." Jules said with a laugh and she moved towards the bound Isla and used her superhuman strength to break the redhead's bonds, now that the magic had faded.

"But besides the...more robust body and physical powers...there's something else I want to show you..."

Jules quietly unveiled her Sonic Song, the beautiful melody danced on the warm summer night's air as it filled Isla's ears and senses.

"Whoa..." Isla said. "What was that?"

"Let's call it...and auditory truth serum..."

"Uh-oh..."

"Now, lets test it out." Jules said with a big smile. "Last week, you blamed a small kitchen fire on Dynamite...what really happened?"

"I..." Isla said, struggling to resist the charm that Jules placed on her. "...wrapped a couple of potatoes in foil and put them in the microwave..."

"Isla!" Jules exclaimed, then giggled...knowing the truth spell she placed Isla under was working.

Jules moved closer to Isla and knelt down next to the seated redhead.

"Now...finally...I'm going to get an answer to a question...a question I hoped you would've asked first..."

Isla's eyes went even wider as she looked into the face of the raven haired British Bombshell.

"Isla Anne Hendry...will you marry me?"

Jules moved closer as Isla's lips trembled before giving a response.

"I...I...d-"

DING DING DING DING

Isla rolled over and smacked the alarm clock on the nightstand.

"Ugh..." Isla growled as the sunlight peeked through the windows of the bedroom. She rolled over and swung her feet over the bed and onto the floor, scratching her head as she slowly walked to the bathroom.

"Morning sleepyhead" Jules said as she examined her attire for the day's work at the SCPD in the mirror. Her light blue blouse was impeccably tailored and startched, the top two buttons left unbottoned to give a teasing look at her cleavage. The black pencil skirt highlighted her long legs, stopping at just above the knee, and a pair of black heels completed the look.

"Mmmrh" Isla mumbled as Jules kissed her on the forehead as she exited, giving the redhead space to get ready.

"I had a dream that was both wonderful...and a bit strange..." Isla said.

"Oh? Do tell...were you playing the Tom Cruise role in Top Gun and getting everyone to play shirtless volleyball in jeans?

"No...it was...um...you're getting ready to leave...we can talk about it when you get back tonight."

"If you say so." Jules responded as she grabbed her bag before opening the door.

"Oh! I'm having lunch with Ayako today, if you want to come by this afternoon Isla. She says she wants to show something she's been working on..."

Isla's eyes went wide at this.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

We take a break from the recent Avian Angels posts to head into British Bombshells territory and mix the two together.

Artwork by PGandara

Mallara Darkmoon (mentioned) property of CrimsonVlkyrie
Kayla Evans (mentioned) property of AJnimble
Poison (mentioned) property of hotrod5

Ayako/Omega Owl (mentioned), Isla/Spitfire and Jules/Harrier property of brad328