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PROLOGUE 4: SPRINGBOARD
Detective Marcus Elrich stood with gun at the ready as the mysterious female slowly sauntered towards him. Even just under the streetlights, he could see the mesmerizing sway of her hips as she walked. Her upper body was covered in a blue-black swimsuit-style leotard. Low-cut swimsuit-style leotard. One Elrich would describe as "cleavagey". And she certainly had the cleavage to pull that off. The rest of her costume? Blue thigh high stockings. Calf-length black zip-up boots. Blue gloves that went up to midway on her forearms. And a blue eye mask that protected her identity.

"Springboard." Elrich held up a hand to stop her before she got too close. "Give me one good reason I should not arrest you right now."

She sighed. "Because you are a good cop. That's why. Because you know that we are on the same side."

Elrich frowned. "You break the law. I don't."

The masked superheroine folded her arms under her breasts. Pressing her cleavage up further. Elrich was sure she was doing that on purpose.

"Oh, come off it, Detective! The DA's office has made deals with scums of the earth in order to crack hard cases. The ends justify the means. Yet, you say you can't work with me?"

Elrich gritted his teeth. She had a very good point. He holstered his gun. "Okay, if you have something, I'm willing to listen. But I am not willing to have you come along and beat up some perp and ruin an arrest!"

"Fine!" Springboard sashayed closer to him. With a confidence that unnerved him. She pulled out a small device and soon Elrich was hearing the same conversation that Liz Harlson had heard some hours before.

"How did you get that?"

"It was sent to a friend." Springboard smirked. "From someone called Timothy Hay. We tried to track down who that is but no luck."

"Timothy Hay? Timothy Hay is a mythological cyber-criminal that doesn't really exist. A modern-day Wild Man of the Navidad fictional legend."

Springboard shrugged. "That's a mystery for another day. The issue now is the voice in this conversation."

"Yeah, I recognize it. Very well. Of course, these things can be faked. Not to mention this might be the most inadmissible evidence in the history of inadmissible evidences."

"But what if it is real?"

Elrich clinched his fists as he thought about Holly Stewart fighting for her life. A good cop now lying in a coma inside a frozen body as specialists were being called to see what could be done for her. "Off the record, I hope that piece of shit Trashcan Jimmy is castrated and fed his own testicles for breakfast."

"But what about..."

"I know. If that voice belongs to who we think it belongs to, Trinity Point is in a lot of trouble. But I am going to need more concrete proof than this questionable recording...."

He was talking to himself now.

Springboard had disappeared.

"Shit! That woman really knows how to ruin a man's night!"

*

Athena Alexander slipped out of the swimsuit-style leotard and into a nice warm bubble bath. The star of her own podcast, the young internet sensation always found it incredible how she was able to prevent people from connecting her as the alter-ego to Springboard.

Alas, as heroines went, Springboard had a boring story. No murdered parents. Wasn't the victim of sexual assault. No freak accident that gave her superpowers.

No. Athena was just a young idealist hoping to make Trinity Point a better place to live.

She lifted a shapely leg and slid a washcloth down the thigh and calf. Well, there was one other thing. She was a tad bit of an exhibitionist. Not too much. She didn't want her neighbors seeing her bathe, but she did get a small sense of pleasure knowing men (and women) were distracted by her Springboard costume. The low-cut was definitely done on purpose. She had used that cleavage many times to lull a hoodlum into a well-placed roundhouse kick before leaving him for the cops to find.

Springboard had become a well-known if not exactly household name in Trinity Point. More than one street punk had decided to try and make a name for himself by being the one who took down Springboard. All of those who had tried were now making a name pressing license plates.

But this....

This was no street punk she was dealing with now.

Athena sighed as she massaged her breasts beneath the warm, bubbly water.

It was Athena and not her alter-ego Springboard who had received this stunning recording from the enigmatic Timothy Hay. This person had done their homework. On her. And on the owner of the voice in the recording.

It was obvious that was why they had chosen her.

They knew she had sometimes spoken out again VX Incorporated. The most powerful conglomerate in Trinity Point. But she had also been fair, mentioning how much the corporation meant to the city's economy and employment rate. Their charitable donations. The countless hours their employees spent in the Children's Hospitals and Boys' and Girls' Clubs in the city.

And they all knew how much political power VX Incorporated had inside the city as well. Some believed it was too much. Even others believed that VX Incorporated had a hand in the ouster of Susan McDuff as mayor.

But to go so far as to have an undercover cop abducted?

She stood from the bath and grabbed her towel. Was that recording legit? She dried off and wrapped the towel around her body as the water slowly drained from the tub.

She needed to meet this Timothy Hay.

Correction. Springboard needed to meet Timothy Hay.

But first, Athena Alexander needed to learn more about the man who allegedly has said those things on the recording. The CEO and founder of VX Incorporated. The most powerful man in Trinity Point.

Victor Xavier Macklin.

TO BE CONTINUED

Previous Episode Here: The VX Chronicles 3: Nuwave by vrobx1 on DeviantArt

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PROLOGUE 4: SPRINGBOARD
Detective Marcus Elrich stood with gun at the ready as the mysterious female slowly sauntered towards him. Even just under the streetlights, he could see the mesmerizing sway of her hips as she walked. Her upper body was covered in a blue-black swimsuit-style leotard. Low-cut swimsuit-style leotard. One Elrich would describe as "cleavagey". And she certainly had the cleavage to pull that off. The rest of her costume? Blue thigh high stockings. Calf-length black zip-up boots. Blue gloves that went up to midway on her forearms. And a blue eye mask that protected her identity.

"Springboard." Elrich held up a hand to stop her before she got too close. "Give me one good reason I should not arrest you right now."

She sighed. "Because you are a good cop. That's why. Because you know that we are on the same side."

Elrich frowned. "You break the law. I don't."

The masked superheroine folded her arms under her breasts. Pressing her cleavage up further. Elrich was sure she was doing that on purpose.

"Oh, come off it, Detective! The DA's office has made deals with scums of the earth in order to crack hard cases. The ends justify the means. Yet, you say you can't work with me?"

Elrich gritted his teeth. She had a very good point. He holstered his gun. "Okay, if you have something, I'm willing to listen. But I am not willing to have you come along and beat up some perp and ruin an arrest!"

"Fine!" Springboard sashayed closer to him. With a confidence that unnerved him. She pulled out a small device and soon Elrich was hearing the same conversation that Liz Harlson had heard some hours before.

"How did you get that?"

"It was sent to a friend." Springboard smirked. "From someone called Timothy Hay. We tried to track down who that is but no luck."

"Timothy Hay? Timothy Hay is a mythological cyber-criminal that doesn't really exist. A modern-day Wild Man of the Navidad fictional legend."

Springboard shrugged. "That's a mystery for another day. The issue now is the voice in this conversation."

"Yeah, I recognize it. Very well. Of course, these things can be faked. Not to mention this might be the most inadmissible evidence in the history of inadmissible evidences."

"But what if it is real?"

Elrich clinched his fists as he thought about Holly Stewart fighting for her life. A good cop now lying in a coma inside a frozen body as specialists were being called to see what could be done for her. "Off the record, I hope that piece of shit Trashcan Jimmy is castrated and fed his own testicles for breakfast."

"But what about..."

"I know. If that voice belongs to who we think it belongs to, Trinity Point is in a lot of trouble. But I am going to need more concrete proof than this questionable recording...."

He was talking to himself now.

Springboard had disappeared.

"Shit! That woman really knows how to ruin a man's night!"

*

Athena Alexander slipped out of the swimsuit-style leotard and into a nice warm bubble bath. The star of her own podcast, the young internet sensation always found it incredible how she was able to prevent people from connecting her as the alter-ego to Springboard.

Alas, as heroines went, Springboard had a boring story. No murdered parents. Wasn't the victim of sexual assault. No freak accident that gave her superpowers.

No. Athena was just a young idealist hoping to make Trinity Point a better place to live.

She lifted a shapely leg and slid a washcloth down the thigh and calf. Well, there was one other thing. She was a tad bit of an exhibitionist. Not too much. She didn't want her neighbors seeing her bathe, but she did get a small sense of pleasure knowing men (and women) were distracted by her Springboard costume. The low-cut was definitely done on purpose. She had used that cleavage many times to lull a hoodlum into a well-placed roundhouse kick before leaving him for the cops to find.

Springboard had become a well-known if not exactly household name in Trinity Point. More than one street punk had decided to try and make a name for himself by being the one who took down Springboard. All of those who had tried were now making a name pressing license plates.

But this....

This was no street punk she was dealing with now.

Athena sighed as she massaged her breasts beneath the warm, bubbly water.

It was Athena and not her alter-ego Springboard who had received this stunning recording from the enigmatic Timothy Hay. This person had done their homework. On her. And on the owner of the voice in the recording.

It was obvious that was why they had chosen her.

They knew she had sometimes spoken out again VX Incorporated. The most powerful conglomerate in Trinity Point. But she had also been fair, mentioning how much the corporation meant to the city's economy and employment rate. Their charitable donations. The countless hours their employees spent in the Children's Hospitals and Boys' and Girls' Clubs in the city.

And they all knew how much political power VX Incorporated had inside the city as well. Some believed it was too much. Even others believed that VX Incorporated had a hand in the ouster of Susan McDuff as mayor.

But to go so far as to have an undercover cop abducted?

She stood from the bath and grabbed her towel. Was that recording legit? She dried off and wrapped the towel around her body as the water slowly drained from the tub.

She needed to meet this Timothy Hay.

Correction. Springboard needed to meet Timothy Hay.

But first, Athena Alexander needed to learn more about the man who allegedly has said those things on the recording. The CEO and founder of VX Incorporated. The most powerful man in Trinity Point.

Victor Xavier Macklin.

TO BE CONTINUED

Previous Episode Here: The VX Chronicles 3: Nuwave by vrobx1 on DeviantArt