Something's Fishy in Colmaton
by The Canidean

Helen Mintrayal/Miss Fortune and Rudy Nettlefisk/Father Azathoth belong to The Canidean
Jenna Ronfauni/Strikira and Regina Stevenson/Tsunami belong to Wolfrider
Aisha Thomas/Lightshow belongs to JR Carter
Jason Mills/Slipstream belongs to GameGod210
Dietrich von Stoop/Preceptor is co-owned by Mojo Rover and Train
Ian McDowell/Tungsten belongs to Computer Dinosaur
Bureau of Superheroes belongs to Mojo Rover
Colmaton Universe belongs to Train

The docks of Colmaton weren't a typical place for a beautiful young vixen to be in the dead of night. Then again, the individual on the custom-made green bicycle wasn't a typical beautiful young vixen. Miss Fortune's silver eyes scanned through the darkened buildings carefully as she tried, and failed, to ignore the ever-present odor of fish.

"Hijo de puta," she quietly swore to herself. Preceptor had once again been playing the part of a blowhard, talking incessantly about his superiority and supposedly spotless record. As if, the vixen thought. The meerkat fooled nobody with his incessant babbling - it was well-known throughout Colmaton that Preceptor was a egotistical pervert and a complete hypocrite. So, in a bout of whimsy, she had curled a single finger, and launched a jinx at him. It wasn't even a very strong jinx - a mere level 1, the weakest she could produce. But to hear Preceptor afterwards, it was nothing less than an attempt on his life.

"There are better ways to flirt with men than dropping their pants," an aged male voice echoed within her head.

"Callase, abuelo," Miss Fortune chided. A brief manifestation of a grey fox in Iroquois clothing appeared, rolling his eyes before vanishing again. Ancestral spirits, Miss Fortune thought. "Trust me, the last thing I wanted to see was Dietrich von Stoop and his tighty whiteys."

She weaved through the dark streets, carefully examining every dark alley, shuttered warehouse, and looming ship. Criminals seemed to love the docks, and for good reason - a fast escape to international waters allowed them to reappear wherever they pleased. The various drug cartels would often smuggle their goods through here, where the security wasn't as tight as it would be on the Mexican border. So would furson traffickers, international fences, arms dealers - the list was almost endless. She had to remain alert at all times…

There. She saw a light flickering inside of one of the buildings. She brought her motorcycle to a stop and engaged it's anti-theft system. Anyone trying to mess with it would wind up with a nasty shock, along with a little transmitter being engaged that would send a signal bouncing through the airwaves back to BOS headquarters. Now, all that remained was to investigate the disturbance.

When she tried the door, she found it was open, and a quick inspection indicated the lock had been forced. There was a red flag right away. As a precaution, she curled two fingers on each hand, calling up the shared energies from the ancestral lines of all four of her grandparents. A silver glow began to envelop her hands. Quite simply, bad luck given visible form. Quietly, she entered the darkened building, letting her eyes adjust and her senses sharpen.

"Eugh...que huele…"

It was a fish market. Fish and seafood of all sorts were in various states of preservation. Massive tuna stared silently at the vixen as she stalked past, while live lobsters continued to clamber over each other in their bubbling tanks. The place reeked of fish. Now her only hope was that she wouldn't be forced to stumble across…

"Oy, heads up!"

Miss Fortune snapped her head around to see who had yelled that. She only had a fraction of a second to process the large shape coming towards her, and realize it was aimed straight for her face.

And to realize it was a giant Pacific octopus.

The cephalopod quickly wrapped its arms around her head and neck, the suckers engaging and squirming on her face. Miss Fortune flailed and gave forth muffled shrieks, her mind being forced back to a time before she had her powers.

A sudden pull from behind...tentacles probing and ripping at her wetsuit...the torrent of bubbles as chitinous beak slashed through her regulator...cold seawater flooding her mouth...the dark ocean around her going even darker with jets of ink…

"Helen...HELEN! Snap out of it!" The image of a spectral kitsune with nine tails swirled in front of her closed eyes. "Don't let your fear turn you into a damsel in distress! How many times have you said that you're not just a helpless girl waiting to become somebody's waifu?"

That seemed to galvanize Miss Fortune enough. She hooked her fingers, summoned her jinx energy, and slammed them into the octopus. It squirmed and spasmed, disconnecting from her and spraying ink everywhere. Miss Fortune gasped for breath, oxygen filling her relieved lungs while her grandmother's spirit began to fade away.

"Not that I'd argue with you finally finding a husband…"

Helen scoffed at this. Her grandmother was always riding her tail about finding a man and having children. She already had her eyes on a co-worker in the BOS, but he was shy and, to be honest, the tiniest bit slow on the uptake.

She shivered a bit, looking around herself. Ice, which had once been confined to a few tables, had covered everything. The door she had come through was frozen shut, as were all the windows. Walls of the solidified water obstructed her vision, turning the once open area into a labyrinth. Seaside location, throwing an octopus, ice manipulation, a Kiwi accent…

Tsunami. Miss Fortune mentally let loose a few choice oaths. Tsunami was a leopard seal with numerous powers, the foremost being hydrokinesis and cryokinesis, along with breathing underwater, super strength, super speed, and incredible durability. She was also a known eco-terrorist, mounting sudden attacks on oil rigs, polluters, and Japanese "research vessels." She couldn't help but scoff at that thought. The only disguise thinner than that was China's declaration of only having one super.

Though the leopard seal was not one to kill BOS agents, she was still extremely dangerous. Miss Fortune carefully began to creep through the maze of frost, choosing her steps carefully to avoid slipping on any black ice. In the low light conditions, it was hard to see anything. She mentally chided herself for the decision not to include a utility belt on her costume. Sure, she wouldn't be able to magically generate and dismiss it like the rest of her outfit - a halter top, a short skirt, shoes, gloves, and a domino mask, all green - but then at least she'd be able to carry more equipment, like maybe a flashlight. She was going to have to take it up with the others at BOS, maybe use her little trust fund in Mintrayal Electronics to patch together a few unique gadgets…

She sniffed at the air. The fishy odor had died down after the incident with the octopus, but it was getting stronger now. Much stronger. Tsunami had to be close. Once again, she hooked her fingers, letting the silvery glow of the jinx envelop them. The moment she saw anything…

She never did. Before she was able to process what was happening, two webbed hands grabbed her from behind, and something slimy went over her head. It was vile, and absolutely reeked of fish and flotsam. She tried to squirm free, use her tae kwan do training, throw a jinx, but everything was happening too fast. She felt herself being tilted up, and sliding down, enveloped in a damp, flexible cocoon, even more fetid than before. The stench was beginning to overwhelm her, and she lost all recollection…

---

"BLUARRRGH!"

Reality came back to Miss Fortune in a flash as she suddenly slid across a bare, concrete floor. She once again felt those rough, webbed hands grab her, forcing her into a sitting position. Strong, tight ribbons of seaweed looped over, under, around, binding her hands, feet, legs, chest, arms, until she wasn't able to so much as budge a millimeter. The vixen gagged and coughed, flinging mucus from her face. Good gods, now SHE reeked of old fish.

"Welcome to the chilly bin, Miss Fortune! Hold still, I bet ya need a quick wash down after that trip."

Miss Fortune didn't protest, but maybe she should have. Cold water sprayed all over her, forcing her to gasp and sputter for breath. When it stopped, the vixen was completely drenched, her underwear clearly showing through her saturated costume, and her fur and hair matted down.

She could see a lot more clearly now. She was clearly in an out of use walk-in freezer. Bubbling tanks were set up, filled with octopi. Managing to repress the urge to freak out, Miss Fortune continued to examine the room. Bright electric lights, like the ones used in construction, hummed, focused on her, forcing her to blink.

And there, standing in front of her, was Tsunami. The leopard seal struck a pose, showing off her toned, 6'9" physique and her swelling 40E bust.

"Nice to finally meet the beautiful Lady of Luck face to face! I've heard stories, but they don't do ya justice!"

"If you wanted an autograph, bruja, you can just ask for a copy of your arrest form once I'm done with you!" She hooked her fingers, intending to summon her jinxes, enhance natural weak spots in her bindings, and then throw a good few of them at Tsunami. But nothing happened.

"What the fuck happened," she mentally asked herself. "Where are my powers?"

"I don't know why," the kitsune spirit said, as all four of her guardians materialized in her mind's eye. "Somehow, our reserves of energy have been drained."

"How…?"

"Didn't know?" Tsunami laughed and got closer to Miss Fortune, seductively tilting her chin up to force her to make eye contact. "I gulped ya down right quick and sucked out your energy. Bet yer feeling right knackered. Don't worry though. I always chunder up folks before anything permanent happens."

"You...ATE ME?" Miss Fortune began to rock her chair back and forth, spewing expletives in Spanish, Japanese, and Farsi, until Tsunami held her still again, laughing.

"Come on, don't throw a hissy fit. That's all water under the bridge. Two beauts like us, we could be best friends! We could hang out together, gossip about the men folk...share secrets…" She pressed her body very firmly against the vixen, straddling one of her legs. "Like the rosters of BOS agents assigned to the waterfront…"

So, that's what she was after. Information on her fellow BOS agents. Silver eyes narrowed as her pretty muzzle split in a snarl.

"If you think for one moment I'd tell you that, you must have more fish stuffed in your head than in your stomach!"

"Come on, loosen up! You seem pretty tense." Tsunami leaned in, and Miss Fortune could barely repress a shudder of revulsion as the leopard seal trailed her tongue up her golden-furred neck. The eco-terrorist's voice was low and sultry as her hips began to thrust, grinding her wetsuit clad crotch against the vixen's thigh. "Maybe yer just starved for a bonking…"

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, KYOKI NO SHUFU!"

Tsunami jumped back holding her ears and wincing. Then she slowly began to look up, grinning.

"Seems yer gonna be a hard yakka. No worries." Once again, the leopard seal leaned in close, giving Miss Fortune a combination of bedroom eyes and a whiff of fish breath so strong that the vixen's vision began to spin. "We've got all the time in the world to get acquainted with each other."

---

Slipstream grinned as he silently drifted behind Strikira. The Aussie wolf was eating a marmite sandwich to keep her energy up, and there was no sign that she had noticed the panther sneaking up on her. Barely suppressing a snicker, he produced a little item that had been confiscated from a low-ranking supervillain recently - a long, slim horn from South Africa, known as a vuvuzela. He inhaled and raised it to his mouth.

"One blow, Jason, and God's truth, you'll be buzzing every time you fart."

The blind panther began to drift upside down as he smiled innocently at Jenna, hiding the horn behind his back.

"Aw, Strikey, I'm hurt. How could you possibly suspect little old me of trying to scare you with that obnoxious instrument?"

"Because I learned from the airhorn incident. And because you put it on your daily planner and left it on the table, you silly cat!" Strikira grinned as she handed the pad back to Jason. Written in broad, scrawling script was

1: Obtain vuvuzela
2: Scare the bejeebus out of Strikey
3: ?
4: Profit

"Why do you even have a planner," Jenna asked as she finished her sandwich. "You can't write in braille with that thing!"

"I keep it to make beautiful Aussie wuffs ask questions!" The two giggled a bit, before Strikira got serious again.

"Speaking of questions, where's Helen? She was supposed to beep in and say how her patrol was doing by now."

"No clue. Maybe she's skinny dipping!" Jason waggled his eyebrows comically. "Ooh, maybe I could find her, get some footage, and e-mail it to Tungsten!"

"You know that would just get in Von Stoopid's hands," Jenna chided, "and Ian isn't the kind of person who would keep something like that on his computer. Besides, Helen isn't that used to working alone. Who knows if she got in over her head."

"Don't worry," Slipstream said, drifting off on the way to some as of yet undetermined prank. "She's a smart woman. If she needs help, she'd call somebody up on the communicator right away."

---

Miss Fortune was carefully edging the chair over towards a nearby table. Her communicator was laying their invitingly, just begging for her to flip it open and call somebody. Maybe her best friend and roommate, Lightshow. Or the man she crushed on all the time, Tungsten. Hell, even Preceptor would be better than nothing! Just a few more inches and…

"Sorry to brass ya off, but ya aren't going to be using that any time soon!"

Miss Fortune withdrew her hand as the communicator was suddenly encased in a thick layer of ice. Tsunami strode back into the room with a grin that was squarely between lecherous and sadistic. Miss Fortune had to bite back another torrent of swear words as she watched her last remaining lifeline to the Bureau become useless. Even if it had survived getting soaked, the ice was bound to have ruined something inside.

"I've got to hand it to ya," Tsunami said, circling the fox, rubbing her shoulders and leaning in next to her ear to give it a nibble. "Didn't know ya'd be such a tough chestnut. Thought I'd only have to swallow ya once before you began crying for mum and spilling everything. How many times has it been now? Three? Ya must be feeling right knackered, but here ya are, still trying to do everything ya can to get out. Not that it would do ya much good, ya tasty little vixen." Tsunami buried her nose into Miss Fortune's hair and gave a good sniff, followed by a low moan. "Mmm. Nice and fishy...we're just like each other, now, aren't we?"

Miss Fortune had long since stopped feeling frightened or repulsed by Tsunami's actions. True, Helen was completely straight - she'd experimented in college, and found lesbian love to be dull and unsatisfying. But now, all of the flirting, caressing, swallowing, regurgitating, and veiled threats were stirring up a completely different emotion in Miss Fortune.

"Just think, just a few names, a few times and dates...maybe a few steamy rumors on who fancies who...and you can go back home and take a nice, long shower…"

"Alright," Miss Fortune said with a straight face. "There is an agent that's assigned to the docks next week. Code name is Go To Hell, and he's got a crush on Fuck You."

Tsunami paused for a while, then burst out laughing, slapping her knee.

"WAAhahahahahahaha! Strewth, you're a right dag, aren't you? Wahahahahahahahaha!" The leopard seal straightened out and wiped a tear from her eye. "But enough feeding me the cods wollop-"

"Why? The wollop is the tastiest part of the cod."

Tsunami started laughing again, applauding a bit.

"Bravo. You've impressed me beyond words, tasty little minx. But I'll suss the truth out of you yet. There are other things I know how to do." Tsunami sashayed over to the door and turned around with a smirk, blowing Miss Fortune a kiss. "Just wait and see."

---

"Father...WHAT THE HECK?"

The golden-clad Savannah cat was staring up at the ceiling with an expression of complete shock. Or rather, at the furson that was zipping around. The fact that the mink had three extra arms and clusters of tentacles emerging from muscular humps all over his torso wasn't too surprising any more. Father Azathoth's unfortunate side effect from eating too much ika gusi (squid sushi) after being exposed to the New York Virus were already well known in the Colmaton branch of the Bureau of Superheroes. They also all knew about his ability to manipulate the intensity of gravity, capable of making things completely weightless or so heavy they collapsed under their own weight. But Lightshow had NOT known about this power.

"Hello, Aisha," Father Az called down. His face briefly took on a look of focus, and three fleshy holes, like the siphons of a squid, opened on his back. There was a brief "PHOO" noise, and the mink rocketed forwards, catching his bloated bulk on his front arms and legs.

"Father Az, no disrespect...but what in the world are you doing? And what are those THINGS on your back?"

"I'm practicing using my siphons," Father Az replied, turning himself around and launching himself again. "I didn't even know I had them until I got a case of the hiccups last Friday. I've figured that when I'm weightless, or near weightless...I can use them just like a squid to fly!"

"Thank goodness," Slipstream said as he squeezed into Father Az's cluttered room. "Based on the look on your face, I thought you were-"

"It's NOT farting, Jason. There are other openings in the folds of my humps that take more air in." The priest carefully increased his weight again, until his feet were solidly on the ground again, pausing to adjust the collar that he insisted be a part of his costume. "Now. Is there something troubling you?"

"It's Helen," Lightshow admitted. "It's been hours since she's last made contact. I tried her BOS Communicator, but I got an error message back." She held up her own, looking at it with concern. "These things make those old Nokia phones look like they're made of tissue paper, so if we can't get a signal from an area as clear as the docks…"

"Then we have a problem," Father Az finished, the smile on his face quickly dropping. "I don't know what the right procedure is, but I'm friends with somebody who does. And in his book, all of the procedures start with the same step."

"Put your left foot in?" Jason grinned from on top of a stack of theology books. Father Az simply shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"Pray. Besides, Miss Fortune is a clever woman, who's taken on more than her fair share of dangers. If she is in trouble, I know she'll find out a way to contact us."

---

Back in the fish market, Miss Fortune carefully listened. It wasn't loud, but she was still able to make out the gentle, halting rhythm of a sleeping furson's breath. For the first time that night, Helen's muzzle parted in a grin worthy of the greatest tricksters in history.

Tsunami had forgotten to swallow her and leech her powers last time. A quick conference with her guardian spirits had confirmed it. Her powers were still weaker than normal, true, but she had them back. And now that the leopard seal was asleep…

Miss Fortune briefly summoned her luck powers, the gold of her fur and hair briefly intensifying to a soft glow as she used it to enhance her own personal luck. Carefully, being certain as to not make too much noise, she began to work at the seaweed that was holding her to the chair. With painstaking slowness, the tough fibers of the giant algae began to break and tear. Miss Fortune mouthed a silent Hail Mary to the heavens, and threw in a request to St. Jude to boot. After all, if lost causes existed in this world, her escape was starting to look like one.

With the gentlest of snaps, the seaweed parted. Miss Fortune quickly liberated herself, then began creeping out of the freezer.

She paused and briefly looked over to where the odor of fish was the strongest. Sure enough, Tsunami was lying on her stomach, asleep. Helen carefully began to creep away, only to run into a wall of ice. She managed to repress a small squeal of surprise, and thankfully, she wasn't going fast enough to make too much noise. Carefully, slowly, she edged her way around the wall, taking stock of her situation.

Her communicator wasn't going to work. She had looked over a few minutes back, and noticed that the battery light was lifeless. The constant cold and dampness must have shorted something out or drained the power. And a quick glance confirmed that Tsunami had likely removed or frozen all of the land line phones in the building. There was also probably no security system - the broken lock and a few shattered windows spoke to that.

Shit. That meant that the only way she was going to be able to get out was going to be to break through the ice on one of the doors or windows. And that was SURE to wake Tsunami up. Even if she went slowly and quietly, the thickness of the ice meant that Tsunami would probably wake up on her own devices, quickly realize that Miss Fortune had gotten away, and then quickly find her and drag her back to the freezer.

The vixen's ruminations were interrupted by a sudden flare of anxiety that she quickly realized was what she called her "enhanced intuition." It wasn't fool-proof, but lots of times, it meant that she was lucky enough to narrowly dodge something that would lead to disaster. In this case, a series of razor-sharp spikes made of ice, clearly sharp enough to penetrate Miss Fortune's shoes.

"She definitely means business," Miss Fortune whispered to herself, carefully stepping over the trap. There were more scattered here and there - ankle-turning ice slicks, nearly invisible walls, and delicate structures supporting large chunks of ice that would likely act as alarms if she were careless enough to disturb them. Bit by bit, Miss Fortune picked her way through the labyrinth. Prayers taught by her Catholic father to the Lord Almighty echoed through her head, accompanied by petitions to the kami from her mother's side.

Finally, her heart leaped in her chest as she recognized the distinct silhouette behind a window. Her bike! But, if she tried to break through the ice, she'd doubtless get caught by Tsunami. Her brow furrowed. Think, Helen Mintrayal, THINK! You always bragged that you were a hundred times smarter than any other heiress, so now was the time to prove it!

Then it hit her. She smiled grimly as she looked around for a good tool. Her eyes settled on the chain for an overhead hoist. It hadn't been frozen, and it dangled low enough for her to reach. A few mental calculations confirmed that it would suit her purposes perfectly. Walking over to the window, she focused a bit before slamming her fingers into the thick ice. Silver energy arced over the pane. She carefully made her way back over to the hoist, stopping to pick up a large chunk of ice along the way.

This was it, Miss Fortune thought to herself. Given Tsunami's impressive speed, she'd likely have less than a minute to pull this off before the seal cornered her again. And while Miss Fortune did have luck on her side, Tsunami had all the advantages in unarmed combat - strength, stamina, toughness, knowledge of martial arts. The only edge Helen had was her agility, and that was largely negated by the slick environment.

"Well...here goes nothing."

Gritting her teeth, Miss Fortune charged into the hoist, sending it moving with a loud shriek of protest from the old mechanism above. Tsunami was certain to have heard that, no time to waste! The vixen continued to push and run, picking up speed and momentum, until the hoist reached the edge of its operating zone. The heavy hook on the end swung, and Miss Fortune dodged to the side, readying her chunk of ice.

CRASH! The jinx-weakened ice shattered as the hook impacted it. The resulting hole wasn't wide enough for Miss Fortune to fit through, but it was wide enough for the chunk of ice.

"WHAT ARE YA, STUPID AS A TWO-BOB WATCH?!"

Miss Fortune barely had time to throw the chunk of ice before Tsunami grabbed onto her and threw her into a stack of crates. The vixen struggled to her feet and tried to assume a good fighting stance, but the eco-terrorist quickly closed the gap and grabbed her.

"Try to naff off while I'm napping, eh? Let's wrestle!"

Tsunami tightened her grip into a bear hug, and then starting at her feet, began to undulate her body. Miss Fortune struggled for breath as the seal's body rubbed and crushed against her. And when she did manage to inhale...EURGH!

"Like how my togs feel on ya, piker? Come on! Breathe deep! Smell me!"

Miss Fortune struggled to stay lucid as long as she could, but was unable to break free. Slowly, her vision went black as she went limp in Tsunami's arms.

Satisfied that the vixen was unconscious, Tsunami hefted her over her shoulder and hauled her back to the freezer, restoring the icy barricade on the window with a quick gesture. She failed to notice that Miss Fortune's motorcycle was on its side, with a small red light blinking repeatedly.

---

"Wakey, wakey, ya little shippey."

Miss Fortune opened her eyes, her head still swimming a bit from the overwhelming odor of fish. The seductive smile was gone from Tsunami's face. In its place was an infuriated scowl.

"Take me for a wally, will ya? Well, no more Ms. Nice Seal. The gloves are coming off. And don't bother trying to jinx me."

Miss Fortune struggled a bit, and found that her seaweed bonds now also extended to her hands and fingers. Tsunami smirked and walked over to one of the tanks, reaching in and wiggling her fingers. A couple of suckered arms reached out and grabbed onto her hand playfully as a small octopus emerged from its den.

"Ya seemed right spooked by my guard dog earlier," Tsunami said with a grin.

"What dog? Tsunami, you aren't making any sense. Have you finally eaten a bad batch of fish?"

"No, silly. The big one. With eight legs. He's still mighty crook from the jinx ya gave him, so he's having a sickie. He'll be alright, though. Octopi can survive an amazingly long time out of the water. Anyway, I figure the way ya froze up, things with suckers and tentacles make ya near piss yer knickers." She grinned and pulled the octopus out of the tank, causing Miss Fortune's eyes to widen in fear. "So. Gizza some good information. Or I'll start introducing you to his little friends."

Miss Fortune's mind began to race again. She knew she'd crack pretty quick if one of those...THINGS...managed to get on her. She still had her power, but she couldn't use her hands. Wait...when she learned about her powers, none of her spirits ever said she had to use her hands…

"Who's going to be here next? Tell me, or…"

Tsunami gave a brief scream as Miss Fortune spat at her, producing a blast of silvery energy that hit the seal squarely in the face. Knocked off balance, Regina flailed a bit before falling flat on her butt, with the octopus landing squarely on her face.

"You're not the only one who can do nasty things with your mouth, puta!"

Tsunami pulled at the octopus, growling as she peeled it off her face, leaving several marks behind from the suction cups.

"Why you…"

CRACK! CRASH!

Tsunami whipped her head around, as a figure drove her tonfas into another one of the icewalls. It quickly shattered, revealing Strikira, Slipstream, Lightshow, and Father Az. Miss Fortune was never happier to see something with tentacles in her life. Tsunami turned around, summoning up a mass of water.

"Great, more BOS dunderheads. I guess now I'll have five folks to have a yakka with!"

She whipped the water forward, transforming it into a barrage of icicles, which Slipstream deflected with gusts of wind. While Lightshow quietly drifted around the fight to free Miss Fortune, Slip continued to mock Tsunami and send her attacks flying elsewhere.

"Whoops! Missed again! Better see an eye doctor, Tsuni, your aim is WAY off!"

Tsunami growled, preparing to summon a massive blast of water, but before she could unleash it, Father Az simply gestured downwards at the water with one of his hands, sending it crashing into the floor. Another gesture, and Tsunami found herself unable to stay standing, falling back to the floor with a thud. Strikira walked up, twirling her tonfa and grinning.

"Kidnappin' a BOS agent, eh? You've gone and stepped in it now, haven't you?"

Miss Fortune joined her, smiling as she curled her fingers and started glowing silver.

"Seems your fortunes have just dried up, Tsunami."

"Not yet they haven't!"

Diggin in with her fingers and toes, Tsunami launched herself forward, slidding on a long slick of ice that she generated in front of her. She deftly bowled over Father Az and Strikira, and managed to dodge the light blasts and jinxes thrown at her by Lightshow and Miss Fortune. She turned back and laughed, sticking her tongue out at the supers.

"Home and hosed, BOS boobies!"

She regretted that, slamming into a post as she turned back around. Despite the setback, she was still able to jump into the dark, cold waters of the harbor, quickly vanishing. Miss Fortune ran after her, hurling jinxes blindly into the water, until Lightshow put her hand on the vixen's shoulder.

"Don't waste your time," she sighed, "she's probably halfway to international waters by now."

Miss Fortune dropped to her knees, breathing heavily.

"Thank god you showed up when you did. If she had managed to put one of those o-o-octopi on me, I don't know if I would have been able to hold out on her."

"Pretty clever trick, damaging your bike to trigger the anti-theft beacon."

"What can I say," Miss Fortune said, looking up. "I'm a smart vixen." Then she noticed Father Az looking around, sniffing.

"What's gotten into you, Father?"

"Nothing much. Just...wondering if there's a sushi place open."

---

In actuality, Tsunami was nowhere close to international waters. In fact, she was still in California. Taking shelter in a small cave, Regina gingerly touched her snout and winced. It wasn't broken, and a quick check with her tongue revealed no missing or broken teeth, but it still hurt like crazy. In the corner, the giant Pacific octopus she had thrown at Miss Fortune sulked in a pool, tearing apart an unfortunate crab.

"Well...that's one bach down the drain," the leopard seal muttered to herself, slowly peeling off her wetsuit. She paused to trace a heart scrawled on the cave wall, engraved with "T + WR".

"At least there's one BOS bloke who can help me with my troubles," she remarked with a smile. "But that vixen...she's a tough nut, and one hell of a looker." She threw her head back and fluffed up her hair, pausing to give her breasts a quick lift. "I can't wait to run into ya again...Miss Fortune…"