Foxy Valentine's Arc

Chapter 8 of 9

Ricky led them in through the back dock. Foxy wore the crew coveralls over her red bell-bottoms. Pinky pulled a cap low over her blonde hair. Workers hauled crates across the warehouse floor. Above them, the disco ball hung from a chain, catching the work lights. Foxy kept her head down and grabbed the edge of a crate. Almost there. "Keep moving," Ricky said under his breath. "Don't look up." Then a voice cut across the floor. "Well, well." Foxy's stomach dropped. She knew that voice. Lady Supa Bad stepped out from behind a stack of speakers. Her black leather catsuit caught the light. Her long braid swung as she walked. The mask hid her face, but not her eyes. She was Bad Mamma Jamma's enforcer, the same woman Foxy had fought at the crocodile tank. And she was staring straight at Foxy. "Foxy Valentine," Lady Supa Bad said. "In a costume. Cute." She snapped her fingers. "Miko." A large woman in a fox-eared robe rose from behind a crate. Her painted tail swayed. She grinned and cracked her knuckles. Workers scattered. Ricky pulled Pinky back toward the wall. Lady Supa Bad struck first. She spun, boot flying at Foxy's head. Foxy ducked. The kick sailed past. Foxy had learned kung-fu on hard floors like this one. She dropped low and swept a leg. Lady Supa Bad jumped it and landed clean. Miko charged from the side, arms wide. Foxy caught her wrist and pulled. Miko's own weight sent her stumbling into a crate. Wood cracked. Miko roared and turned back around. "Foxy!" Pinky shouted. Lady Supa Bad came again, fast, fists snapping. Foxy blocked one, then two. A third grazed her cheek. She tasted blood. She stepped inside the next punch and drove her elbow up under the mask. Lady Supa Bad's head snapped back. She staggered. Miko grabbed Foxy from behind, squeezing. Foxy stomped a red boot on the woman's foot. Miko yelped and loosened her grip. Foxy twisted free, spun, and slammed her palm into Miko's jaw. The big woman's eyes rolled. She dropped like a sack of flour. Lady Supa Bad shook off the daze and lunged one last time. Foxy sidestepped and hooked a heel behind her ankle. Lady Supa Bad went down hard. Her head cracked the concrete. She lay still. Foxy stood over both of them, breathing hard. Silence. The workers had run. Ricky moved fast. He grabbed rope from a crate and bound their wrists. "My truck's out back," he said. He hauled Miko up over his shoulder like a log. Foxy and Pinky dragged Lady Supa Bad by the arms. They loaded both women into the truck bed and Ricky locked the doors. "That's two out of the way," Ricky said. Foxy wiped the blood from her lip and looked up. The disco ball turned slow above the empty floor. No guard now. No enforcer. Just her, her friends, and a long climb to the ceiling.