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Steel Works Showdown, part 4

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The Soviet Superwoman took a few deep breaths before pulling her beaten adversary out of the shattered remains of the blast furnace. Jane Smith came free with a clatter as heavy steel fragments fell away from her and Olga tossed her onto the gravel and asphalt covered ground. The American Hero was trying to pick herself up as she lay face-down on the broken, dirty road but she had no strength left in her. Bloodied and humiliated, Smith lay there almost completely naked. The large Russian woman standing over her had been reduced to wearing tatters as well. Olga bent down and ripped what remained of her mask and the tangle of blonde wig away, tossing them a few feet behind her. Jane was in no condition to stop her. She felt a pang of guilt for a moment after realized she had done it, almost unconsciously. A part of her wanted to further humiliate this woman and she sighed that she had given in to her baser instinct so quickly. Despite how much she loathed her Olga felt a great swelling of pity for her. She reached down and felt her leg where Smith's dagger had pierced her skin. The wound had all but healed over by now but it would leave a slight scar, just like the one on her midsection left her the father. A constant reminder of one family's hatred towards her.

It was time to go.

As the dark haired Soviet moved to lift up the so-called American Hero for transport back into the city a voice rang out through the steel works.

"Olga Xenia Yezhov! Step away from Jane Smith!"

Olga's eyes cut to the left where a man was walking to towards her. He was tall and well-defined, wearing a black uniform that seemed almost like special forces to her mind. Military style boots, lots of pockets and pouches lined his pants and his top had an almost ribbed tactical look to it, like a combat vest. He had, short close-cropped brown hair and a no-nonsense expression on his face. All together he gave her the feel of a government or law enforcement agent. She took a few steps in his direction, careful to keep an eye on her felled quarry. The fact that she was exposed to this man entered her mind for the briefest of seconds but it wasn't the first time and her military training over-rode her modesty.

"Who are you?" She demanded in her thick accent.

The man stopped his approach a few feet from her and placed his hands behind his back.

"My operating handle is Vanguard Ma'am." he replied in a curt, professional tone.

Olga stared at him, the name completely unknown to her. "Mr. Vanguard are you with the A.F.P.D.?" she asked, doubting that he was as he had presented no identification as of yet and most members of the police did so immediately.

"Ma'am I think we should wait for Agent 001a, he'll be able to answer all your questions."

The Soviet Superwoman turned back to Smith. "He can meet me at Tartarus Prison after I drop off this dangerous fugitive."

Vanguard shifted on his feet and looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back into her cold-blue eyes. "Ma'am I am supposed to detain you here until he arrives if necessary."

Olga blinked at the man and looked him up and down a second time. "Detain me here?" she repeated slightly taken aback, "I do not think you can detain me here Mr. Vanguard."

He shook his head slowly with a chuckle, "No Ma'am I don't think I could, and I don't at all relish trying to find out how long I could keep you occupied, but please don't make the mistake of underestimating me."

The Russian juggernaut arched an eyebrow and took a few steps towards him. Vanguard held his ground and continued to meet her icy glare. Several feet from him she folded her massive arms across her sizable bosom and exhaled loudly.

"No more games. Who are you with? The F.B.I.? C.I.A.? I want to see some identification right now or she and I are leaving. Do not underestimate me."

Vanguard frowned, "I know what you are capable of Mrs. Yezhov, first-hand now including the battle I just witnessed. Very impressive. Again I do not at all want a confrontation but if you force my hand it will be the outcome. My orders are quite clear."

"Orders from who!" she barked at him, her patience slipping away.

"Orders from me." A familiar voice behind her spoke up.

Olga spun around, already knowing whose voice it was and whose boots had crunched down as they made contact with the hard gravel. The tall, muscular man in dazzling white armor smiled at her, an almost uncomfortable gesture given the circumstances. "Idol...what are you doing here?" she started, moving away from Vanguard and making her way in his direction.

"My job Olga," Idol said in a calm, even tone. "Vanguard works for me."

It only took a fraction of a second for the Soviet heroine to put the two together. She pointed at Idol with an accusing finger as she walked over towards him, back where Jane Smith was. The massive amazon had managed to roll herself onto her back and was watching what was going on, trying to make sense of it. She was still too injured to escape and at this point she wasn't so sure of her chances given there were three potential metas here now.

"I thought you turned your back on Organization 52 Steven?" Olga asked sternly, "what made you change your mind?"

"Things change Olga. I didn't want to meet you again under these circumstances. Believe me when I tell you that I still respect you Olga and what you're trying to do to help this city...but I have to leave here with Jane Smith. She's under the protection of the Organization now."

The color drained from Olga's face and was quickly replaced with a red haze of anger.

"Что? Are you mad Steven? She is a dangerous psychotic and a murderer! Why would you do this? Безумие! " she snarled, slipping in and out of her native language.

Idol nodded and stood his ground. "I have my reasons and I would ask that you respect them. I don't want to fight you Olga, but I will and you are still recovering from your battle with her. Mr. Vanguard and I could beat you in your condition, but what would that accomplish other than my making an enemy of someone I genuinely consider a friend and the result would be the same. I'm therefore asking you as a friend to stand down Olga."

Vanguard had made his way up to stand near his superior and watched Olga with the look of a predator about to pounce if given the command. The Russian woman was obviously holding in her anger and frustration as best as she could. Her normally beautiful face was twisted into a mask of fury and disbelief. She pointed at Idol with a shaking finger.

"You do not understand the meaning of that word Steven. You threaten me and ruin what trust I had with you over Jane Smith. She should be in a prison for her crimes. She will not work with you Steven and you cannot trust her. She will stab you in the back and then all the havoc and destruction that ensues I will hold you personally responsible for. You and your entire Organization Steven. Think about what you are doing!"

Idol nodded as he bent down towards Jane Smith. He effortlessly lifted her incredibly muscular body up into his arms as gently as he could. The woman looked at him with one blue eye and one hazel eye where her contact had been knocked out. She was seriously injured. Olga hadn't pulled any punches with this one and it gave him a moment's pause. From what he knew about the Soviet woman she very rarely unleashed her full fury on an opponent, sans that hulking German abomination. There was serious hatred between these two women. Smith was also beautiful. Her body was chiseled, tanned and amazonian. Her breasts were incredible in size and capped with unusually large nipples. Her body was practically hairless, another kink in it's own right. She was a damsel in distress as it was, limp in his arms and helpless. With some effort she looped her arm around his broad shoulder for support and smiled softly. At the time he couldn't tell if it was a genuine smile of appreciation or a smug grin meant for Olga to see. Steven nodded back at the Russian after a long moment in his thoughts.

"I have Olga...and I have considered all the risks. You will just have to trust me on this."

With that Idol turned his back and took a few steps away from her. He knew she had become absolutely livid and Vanguard had stepped in her path as she took a few steps towards him. He had gambled that she wasn't going to engage both of them and it seemed to have been a good bet, but it didn't help that he knew deep down that the other reason was that she had thought he was a friend and an ally. A bridge he hoped he could mend someday, but not in the immediate future. He would have to live with that. He sighed and took to the skies carrying his prize. Olga watched him go but did not pursue. Her hands tightened into fists as the two became specks on the horizon in a matter of seconds. Vanguard cleared his throat and she redirected her gaze back to him.

"Now Ma'am I must ask that you give me the recording device on your person. Believe me when I say this is awkward and I understand your anger, but again I have my orders."

The hard-bodied Russian ripped her collar off and threw it down in front of the man.

"Ублюдок! It does me little good now. Take your prize and crawl back to your master." she said with a curled lip. "I am leaving here."

Vanguard thought about telling she was free to go, but caught himself and stopped. The semi-nude amazon took to the skies herself, soaring high and fast in the opposite direction. Vanguard let out a long exhale of relief as he watched her go. He'd seen multiple battle of hers recorded, including one with his new boss and then this one live with American Hero, and he wanted no real part of it. He reached down and picked up the scrap of clothing from the dust. He ran it over in his hands several times.

"Sir I have the recording device in my position. I am returning to base." he spoke into an earpiece communication device.

"Good," Idol's voice crackled with the sound of the wind. "I'll see you there. Oh and Vanguard?"

"Sir?"

"Make sure to have those carnations ordered and sent to her home along with a bottle of Russian vodka, Moskovskaya brand, and a can of beluga caviar."

Vanguard chuckled nervously. "I honestly don't know if that will help sir."

The end...?

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A massive thanks to :iconshotgung0d: for not only creating this amazing piece of art above, but for also helping shape the story and for letting it feature two of his amazing original characters. You have my thanks and I hope to work with you again on many more projects in the near future. :tighthug:

Soviet Superwoman, American Hero and the story are my creations and property.

Idol, Vanguard and Organization 52 belong to :iconshotgung0d: and are his property and creations.

This story takes place in the :iconangel-fallsda: setting.
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