Cobra- The Vigilante Box Set 1

by Nicholas Bella

  I walked over to the purse I had borrowed, where I had put a few of my tools of the trade. I had a stun gun, scalpel, knife, wrist and ankle bindings, a ball gag, two syringes with sedatives, and two filled with what was commonly known as truth serum. I looked over my items, wanting to make sure I had what I needed. In addition to what I had in the purse, I’d packed my extra duffle bag with my costume, and some additional clothes, both my own and a female outfit. I also had other torture tools I liked to use while in my own skin as Cobra. Those weapons helped define who I was as a vigilante, in my eyes.

  “Check your com,” Jordan said.

  I was totally going to do that before I left. Since our last communication issues, we’d upgraded to the good shit. It also meant funds were a bit low for my tastes with all the recent upgrades. I checked the bud in my ear and Jordan registered me on his end.

  “Are we good?” I asked.

  He nodded. “I’ve got the satellites up and running, so I’ll have some eyes on you for the most part.” He was sitting at his computer station that had a few more routers and such for added protection. I wasn’t taking any chances with our safety… well, mainly Jordan’s.

  “Oh, and don’t be chatting away in my ear like you’ve been doing. I don’t want to be distracted,” I warned.

  Jordan turned around in his chair, frowning at me. “I don’t chat away,” he protested.

  I snorted. “The hell you don’t, you with your mouthy ass. The only reason I didn’t fuss more is because I was just on recon and the conversation was welcome.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll keep quiet and let you do your thing unless, of course, I have something really important to add. Is that okay with you, oh vigilant one?”

  I laughed. “Yeah, that works.”

  “Good. Be safe out there, Eric,” Jordan cautioned.

  I nodded. “I will. All right, I probably won’t be back tonight,” I informed him as I thought about everything I had planned on doing.

  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be all kinds of occupied with your lesbian girlfriend.” Jordan batted his eyes at me flirtatiously.

  I gave him the middle finger. “Keep talking shit and I’ll give your Jordans to someone who’ll wear them in the mud.”

  He gasped in horror. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  “Oh, I would. I’ll video tape them doing it, too. Then I’ll play it back for you on some Clockwork Orange kind of shit where I pin your eyes open so you can’t look away.”

  “Oh, you cruel son of a bitch!” Jordan quipped, then grinned.

  I laughed. “I don’t understand your fascination with them anyway, they’re just sneakers,” I said as I tossed my purse in my car. “You treat them like they’re fucking Oscars.”

  “They are expensive and limited editions,” he spouted as he attempted to educate me on the significance of his shoes.

  I shrugged. “Whatever. Listen, be safe and I’ll be in contact.”

  “You be careful, okay?”

  “I always am,” I reiterated.

  I climbed in behind the wheel of my mean machine and pulled out of our hideout, which also had some upgraded security measures like cameras and failsafe back-ups in case the first stage of our defense was compromised. Out of all the places I’d lived, I liked this one the most. I hit the road, heading towards Nancy’s townhouse in one of the nicer areas of the city.

  Since taking out Mr. Jingles, there had been four other murders committed on that site for the pleasure of these rich and over privileged bastards. I was taking names and keeping score. Some had better tech than others and Jordan had a harder time breaking through their firewalls; by the time he got close, the murder was done and they bailed. Also, we realized they didn’t come on every time the site was running. So, those were just a few obstacles we had to go through.

  So far, we knew about four members. The mayor being one, and the rich asshole Mr. Jingles gave up, Richard Tate, plus two more. The two new ones were a movie producer who lived in L.A. and a prince who lived in Dubai. Neither one was going to be easy to get to. Therefore, they were moved lower on my list, but they were still on my list. Besides, they weren’t the players I wanted the most. It was the motherfuckers who were running the site that I had a hard-on for. They must have been hackers themselves because Jordan still hadn’t been able to uncover who was behind it yet. Which was why I had to do the grunt and grind leg work. I had no problem getting down and dirty with these motherfuckers.

  As for Mr. Jingles, the media has been going crazy over him and his whereabouts. The media knew he had been attacked twice in his home, but didn’t have any real suspects. The bodyguard whose identity I’d assumed was absolved, since he’d been found still unconscious and naked by the police that day. I took comfort in knowing he didn’t get in trouble. The police also knew that an E.H. was behind the abduction, but that was it.

  As for Mr. Jingles, he had to be stinking up the place pretty good by now. It wasn’t like I tried to hide him or my handy work. I was actually thinking about tipping the police off my damn self. I wanted him to be discovered, if only to put a jolt of fear into this sick ass murder ring. Maybe ruffle their feathers a little so they would make a mistake. People tended to fuck up when they were afraid of being caught. Even the cleverest of criminals made the right kind of errors by thinking they were too smart for the police.

  I hit the expressway, making sure to keep to the speed limit even though I hated doing so. With as much horsepower as my baby had, it was a sin and a shame to domesticate it. But I didn’t need any cops pulling me over, so safe was how I played it. I made it to Nancy’s townhouse in half an hour’s time and climbed out. She probably wasn’t expecting her girlfriend tonight, but I was sure she’d be happy to see her, and that was going to get me in the door without any issues.

  I stepped up to the front door and rung the bell. It took Nancy a few seconds to come, but when she did, she was smiling from ear-to-ear. “Hey, baby,” she beamed. “Come on in.”

  I smiled and stepped into her home. Nancy closed the door, then whirled me around by my arm and kissed me deeply, tongue and all. It was actually only my second time kissing a female. The first time I had, I was sixteen and experimenting. It wasn’t my worst experience sexually, but it did clarify for me that I was strictly into dick. Even now, Nancy was horny. I was sure her pussy was dripping wet at the sight of me by the way she was kissing me, all possessive and shit. But my nether region had a tumbleweed blowing through that motherfucker.

  She pulled back, grinning. “You sexy bitch, why didn’t you tell me you were coming over?”

  “Well, I wanted to surprise you,” I said. Boy, she had no idea what a surprise this was going to be.

  She smiled and pulled me in closer by my waist. Apparently, Nancy was the top in this relationship. Or butch, or whatever the fuck women called the dominant one. “Color me surprised,” she grinned.

  Not yet, you aren’t. “I want to have a little fun with you tonight,” I purred, then reached into my purse and pulled out a pair of furry handcuffs, which I’d purchased for this moment. “Up for a little naughty play?”

  Nancy’s brown eyes sparkled with all the lust she was feeling. “You kinky little minx,” she teased, then leaned in, kissing me again. I deserved a fucking Oscar my damn self because I was one hell of an actor, if I may say so. “Fuck yeah. I’m going to eat your pussy like pumpkin pie, baby.”

  “I’m going to give you a choice,” I teased back. I had no intentions of letting her eat a fucking thing on me. I let her lead me to her bedroom where I intended to handcuff her to the bed, because that was when the real fun was going to begin. When we got there, she was all over me, snatching off my clothes and everything. She slipped her hand between my legs, stroking my pussy, and I gasped. Yeah… okay… that had felt good.

  “Yeah, you like that, babe?” she asked, then licked my neck.

  I didn’t know why I thought lesbians, or women in general, weren’t as horny as men… boy was I go
ing through a learning curve! “Yeah,” I said, then pushed her on the bed. Before I let her get too damn frisky, I needed to take control of the situation. I climbed on top of her and grabbed her wrists, pinning one above her head.

  “I love that you’re so kinky,” Nancy said, grinning and grinding beneath me.

  I love that you’re making this so easy for me, I thought. “You look damn hot right now,” I told her instead. Anything to keep Nancy’s guard down. I handcuffed her other wrist to the bed, then moved down to her ankles, using the set of ankle bindings I’d purchased. The whole time I did this, she was getting more and more aroused. I could see her pussy juices slicking her thighs. I guessed if I was a straight man, or even a lesbian, I’d be ready to eat some pussy pie, but I wasn’t. No arousal for me. I was all business.

  “You better make me cum hard after all this, Mercedes,” Nancy said, giggling.

  I pulled the ball gag from my purse and sat on the bed by her head. “I’m not Mercedes,” I said, causing her to frown in confusion.

  Then I put the ball gag in her mouth to keep all her screams muffled. I had a change of guy clothes in the trunk of my car along with my costume, but I thought it best to stay in this form. She was looking at me, eyes wide, and confusion and panic played on the seesaw in her mind. You could tell she didn’t know whether to believe that I wasn’t her girlfriend, or if I was her girlfriend, that I was just fucking with her.

  “Nancy, your girlfriend, Mercedes, is at home, heavily sedated because I drugged her red wine. I needed to assume her identity to be able to easily infiltrate your home and get you exactly where you are. At my mercy. If you play along, I will let you live, you might even be able to avoid being tortured.” I paused and chuckled. “I’m talking about real torture here. The kind that fucks with your psyche and leaves scars. The kind where safewords don’t exist, but submission is expected. I’m very good at it, too.”

  I reached over, grabbing my purse and pulling out my favorite filet knife, and her eyes grew wider. Yeah, her mind was still confused, but panic was definitely taking control. I needed her to know that I was serious about not being her girlfriend and about being a threat. So, I leaned over and she started squirming, trying to break free, but those bindings were keeping her in place. I grabbed her arm, running my finger over her smooth, delicate, and very fragrant skin.

  “So soft and flawless, I almost hate to have to mar it, but I need for you to believe that I am not here to play games with you,” I said, then I aimed the blade at her skin and added a bit of pressure as I sliced her flesh. A thin red line of blood appeared over the wound. It wasn’t a deep cut, merely a scratch, but enough for her to know that this was no BDSM game. Nancy whimpered as tears started to flow from her eyes.

  “I’m glad I have your attention. Now, I want to know about your employer, Mayor Cecily Danvers. She has been linked to an illegal site where murder is the game everyone is betting on, including your boss. Now, I want to know everything you know about her. This can go really easy for you. It can be painless as long as you don’t try to play me.” I leaned over her, and her eyes were wide and full of fear as she stared back up at me. “Are you going to play along?”

  She nodded. I wondered if she still thought I was her girlfriend, Mercedes, but thought Mercedes was some sort of spy.

  “Okay. Now, when I remove this ball gag, don’t scream. That would really piss me off and I might have to cut something off if you do. Nod if you understand.”

  She nodded vigorously.

  “Good.” I removed the ball gag because I needed her to be able to talk if I wanted to get information from her. I wished I had mind control or at least mind reading abilities. Having those would make interrogating people that much easier. “What can you tell me about the site, The Killing Game?”

  She frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I sighed, then reached into my purse, removing the truth serum. “Do you know what this is?”

  She shook her head.

  “It’s sodium pentothal, you may know it best as truth serum.”

  She shook her head wildly. “Please don’t!”

  “I’m afraid that I must, because you started off with a lie. I can see it in your eyes that you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor by using the serum. The last motherfucker I questioned about The Killing Game site who lied to me lost some body parts and his life.”

  “Please don’t kill me… I swear, I don’t really know anything,” she pleaded, desperation showing in her eyes. I swear, some women just had a way of looking more vulnerable than men.

  “You may not be a member, but I see that you’re not innocent,” I pointed out. I grabbed her slender arm, squeezing it hard enough to bring up a vain.

  She whimpered from the pain. “Please don’t. If I tell you what I know, they’ll kill me.”

  “Who?”

  “Can you protect me?”

  Well, it seemed that I didn’t need the serum in the first place if she was willing to talk. I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. I knew from Jordan’s extensive research that she wasn’t a member. She just worked for the mayor who was. Maybe she felt helpless and just kept her head down and did her damn job. I pulled the syringe away and released her arm.

  “Watch out for her, Eric,” Jordan’s voice came over my com, cautioning me. I didn’t bother responding to him, but took heed.

  “You don’t need to be worried about those other guys killing you. You’re in a room all alone with me, I’m who you need to be concerned about,” I warned her.

  “I don’t even know who you are,” she shot back, like that was some smart shit to say.

  “Bitch, I’m the motherfucker with special abilities, one being the skill to take whatever form I want. I also don’t have a problem with ending a cunt’s life, so you better start talking,” I snapped.

  “You’re a fool if you don’t think they’ll find you.”

  “Who’s ‘they’?” I asked again.

  “How the fuck should I know? They keep themselves shrouded in mystery. I just know they are powerful and untouchable,” she said.

  “I’m touching them just fine. Walter Darring is dead as fuck, trust me.”

  With the mention of his name, I saw her eyes widen in shock. Walter’s disappearance had been all over the television. So, it was no surprise that she’d known of him. Hell, Walter’s sister even put out a fifty thousand dollar reward to anyone with information that would lead to his whereabouts. I was tempted to call for the reward money, but decided not to get too involved.

  “You killed him?” she asked, and the expression on her face told me she knew a little bit more about Walter than the average news-watching citizen.

  I snorted. “As I’ve been saying this whole time, what part of, ‘I will kill you if you piss me off,’ don’t you understand?” I asked. “I don’t give a shit about how big or small your bank account is, or who you are.”

  “I only delivered the money!” she exclaimed. I could tell she was terrified. Her body was slick with sweat and the look in her eyes showed just how much she wanted to survive this encounter.

  “Who did you deliver the money to and what was the money for?”

  “I was just told to leave the money in a designated spot. I don’t know who picked it up or what it’s for,” she said, telling what I believed was a lie.

  “That bitch is lying,” Jordan said through my com, and I agreed.

  “Okay, fuck this shit.” I grabbed her arm, and this time I didn’t hesitate. I squeezed to get the vein, took the top off the syringe with my teeth, and then jabbed that bastard into her arm as she screamed. I pushed the serum in quickly, which I knew had to hurt, then pulled the needle out, setting it on the nightstand. The drug worked relatively quickly, making her nice and docile. Plus, it shut down all that stupid screaming.

  I had to be careful about how I asked the questions. With her being under the influence, I n
eeded to make sure what she told me was indeed the truth. I had to know how to wade through all the incoherent nonsense I was sure I’d have to decipher. I decided to change forms. Maybe if I looked like the mayor to her, she’d be more trusting. I walked into the bathroom with my purse, removing a photo of the mayor I had.

  I memorized every detail of her face and body, then began to make my transformation. As always, it hurt like a son of a bitch and I moaned in agony as my bones broke, shrunk, and then reformed to fit the size and height of the mayor. My skin loosened to accommodate the woman’s age and, for sixty-two, Mayor Cecily Danvers wasn’t a bad-looking gal. She wasn’t out of shape, either. I checked myself over in the mirror once the change was complete and nodded my approval.

  Mayor Danvers had a silvery-blonde bob haircut, gray eyes, and not as many wrinkles as one would expect. After approving my look, I walked out of the bathroom and noticed right away that Nancy was ready to talk. I sat down on the bed and caressed her face. “Hi Nancy, are you with me?” I asked in Mayor Danvers’ voice. The best thing about my ability to look like another person was the fact that I sounded like them without any extra effort on my part. It was all in the vocal cords.

  She looked up at me with extremely dopey eyes. “Shhhhhh, someone with Mercedes’ face is on to us. Or… or maybe… Mer—Mercedes isn’t who I—I thought she was.”

  Well, this was even easier than I thought it was going to be. Turns out, Nancy had a lot of loyalty toward Cecily. Her first response was to warn her about me. Better play the part.

  I frowned. “What do you mean?”

  She shook her head slowly. “I… I don’t know how she found out.”

  “We need to be careful, Nancy. Do you have any recording devices in this room?” I wanted to make sure she wasn’t some kinky freak that liked recording her sex games while the other person was unaware. I had nothing against people making personal sex tapes as long as they both agreed. Other than that, it was a violation of privacy.