Chapter 11

Genie's first effort was to follow up on the man who had hired Alvera. He turned out to be a soldier in the local gang. Genie put Alvera back on the streets, since he was too much of a small-timer to worry with. The soldier was picked up and interrogated. Komodo did the question asking, and there was almost no delay in getting answers. When we had all of the answers we needed, Genie simply vaporized the soldier. He was a murderer and rapists who could not be allowed back on the streets of any civilized city.

We now knew the name of the gang leader we wanted, and it was only a matter of minutes for Genie to find him. He was brought into the cell, and Komodo was turned loose on him. He didn't want to talk either, but Komodo's ball-squeezing technique was a quick persuader. While we were about it, we found out all that the gang boss had to tell us about every one of his operations. This information was later delivered to the Mexico City police. The gang boss was the type who was into torture, and he was the primary provider of his own entertainment, so Genie came up with a special treatment for him. He was returned to his office where he was burned to death by a ring of fire about a quarter-inch wide that slowly moved up his body, starting at his toes. Only the part of his body directly under the fire of the fire ring actually burned, so it took nearly an hour for him to die. We didn't watch, and his screams were canceled out, so we were not really bothered by the execution.

We moved quickly to rescue the kidnapped businessman, now that we knew where to find him. All of us showed up for the rescue, and the man was released to his family with the admonition not to be so predictable in his travel habits.

Word of the death of the gang leader quickly spread through the Mexico City underworld, along with how it was accomplished. We hoped that the news would serve to dampen the enthusiasm for kidnappings for a while. Unfortunately, we were wrong.

A lot of our time was spent in tracking down kidnappers. Time we begrudged, but time we had to spend. We were particularly hard on kidnappers of children. We always found the kidnappers, though not always while the kidnap victim was still alive. We never went easy on the kidnappers, but we were especially harsh with those who killed their victims. Furthermore, we made sure that potential kidnappers found out what happened to those that we caught. We hoped that this would discourage them, and I guess that it did, because the rate of kidnapping fell off significantly. At least, I hope that we had something to do with that!

Well, I wondered how long it was going to take. Mom developed a raging case of cabin fever! She felt that she just had to get out and about among some regular people. She said that she loved us all very much, but too long spent with us was boring, so she wanted to visit some place new all by herself. Naturally, we all tried to talk her out of that, but even Komodo was unable to get through to her. We saw that we were never going to persuade her to change her mind, so we finally said for her to go ahead.

Genie asked her where she wanted to go, Paris, Rome, London, New York City, what? We were all surprised when she said, "Sao Paolo." We could not resist asking why, and the answer was that she wanted to go somewhere she had not been to before. Specifically, she wanted to visit the beach. Furthermore, she wanted to look and dress like a native, so she asked Genie to give her the kind of body that the natives considered perfect for a woman and to clothe her in the most daring swimsuit the police would allow. She promised not to go in the water if that would make a difference in her outfit. Genie assured her that her suit would stay on if she really wanted it to. Anyway, to make a long story short, Genie morphed Mom into a raven-haired beauty who could star in any wet dream, male or female. He dressed her tanned body in a bright green outfit that fit the legal definition of "swimsuit," but was really just a few swatches of cloth. Even I, her son, couldn't help drooling at the sight of her.

He transported her to an empty Porta-Potty at the beach so that she could arrive unnoticed. However, she was not unnoticed as she stepped out into public view. Mom was delighted. She had not been so worked up since she first started turning tricks, and that was too long ago to be any fun to think about. Her nipples got hard and her pussy lips swelled under the increased flow of blood. In fact, Genie had to make a slight adjustment in the G-string size to keep it legal. In a way, that was a waste of time, since the cloth was following every contour of her nipples and pussy. For practical purposes, she was naked.

The older boys and young men who saw her, and a few young women, too, started to follow her as she wandered along the beach. It wasn't long before she had a crowd behind her as if she was leading a parade. A couple of young men decided that she was advertising for more direct male attention, so they came close enough to introduce themselves and start a conversation. Eventually, they invited her to stop with them for a beer. Mom knew when she was being "picked up," and she reveled in the long-gone experience.

She agreed to the drink, and was guided toward a bar a little bit away from the beach. As they passed an alley, she was pushed in and one of the men grabbed for her top. Admittedly, if she had not been so enthralled with the attentions of the two young men, she would have realized that this was bound to happen, but she was caught by surprise.

The strap broke at the man's tugging and her breasts spilled out into full view. This was enough to entice the other man to reach for her G-string. By this time, Mom had recovered her wits and she reacted as Gecko, not as Sue Logan! Both men were pounded within an inch of their lives, particularly their balls, and Mom left them lying in the alley in monumental pain as she transported home.

She was cured of cabin fever, at least for now!

We received another message from the UN. The Secretary General asked us to stop by as soon as possible. He had an urgent mission for us to undertake. Shit! Here we go, again.

We showed up, as requested, and we were as shocked at his revelations as he had been when he first heard of them. Several anarchist groups had gotten together and decided to unleash a plague of Ebola virus in several countries as a token of what they could do if their demands continued to be ignored. The Secretary General wanted us to stop them before they could get started. All previous efforts by conventional forces had accomplished nothing. We got all of the data we could from him and promised to look into the matter.

Back at the Ranch, as we were now calling our hideaway, I asked Genie to process the information and see what he could come up with. Genie mulled over the data for three seconds and called us to a meeting. "The data suggest that the anarchists are planning to release the virus on Wednesday of next week. We have to stop them before then. Basically, we have two choices: one, I can simply reduce the whole pack of them to ashes, along with the vials of virus, or, two, the team can go in and inflict a little damage. I suggest the latter, so that a message can be sent to any other group planning a similar escapade."

I said, "I think that you are right—we should follow proposal number two. If you haven't done it already, please immediately render the virus impotent."

"Done. How do you want to do this?"

"I think that you should transport every one of the bastards to one place and drop us in on them. We can kill most of them, but let one escape to tell the world what happened to the rest. You flag the one who should escape so we don't accidentally kill him, and let us do the rest, unless we have to call for help."

"OK, I'll flag the one I think should escape with a big yellow arrow over his head that only you on the team can see. Do whatever you want with the rest. When do you want to go."

"I think that they should be fully aware of what is happening to them, so let's hit them during the daytime. We'll use only our bodies as weapons so that they will get the full impact of their sins. We can go anytime, just give us a few minutes warning so that we can be mentally and emotionally ready."