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    Justice Girl Gets Her Man
    Justice Girl Gets Her Man
    Justice Girl Gets Her Man
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    Justice Girl Gets Her Man

    By Brent Nichols

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    Who is Captain Justice?
    Carmen DeSantos would like to know, and not just because he's a hunk. He might be the only one who can stop the sinister Dr. Dread.
    Except for Carmen herself.
    She's developing super powers of her own, and doing her best to keep it a secret. Epic battles between good and evil aren't quite her cup of tea. She's more interested in catching the eye of Derek, her unbelievably good-looking co-worker.
    Then a frightened young man comes to her for help, and she turns him away. When he turns up dead, Carmen faces a tough choice. Will she stay in the shadows, wishing someone would do something? Or suit up, hit the streets, and dish out some justice?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrent Nichols
    Release dateDec 13, 2011
    ISBN9780986913730
    Justice Girl Gets Her Man
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    Brent Nichols

    Brent Nichols is a writer and trainer based in Calgary, Alberta.

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      Justice Girl Gets Her Man - Brent Nichols

      Justice Girl Gets Her Man

      By Brent Nichols

      Copyright 2011

      Smashwords Edition

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Author Notes

      Chapter 1

      The first thing I noticed was a thrum of power, vibrating through the ground and into my feet as I stepped out of the car. I should have known it would be dangerous.

      Siegel Industries was on the outskirts of the city where land was cheap. There were rumours of a breakthrough, something big, but there were always rumours. Our job was to cut through the BS and see if the company was worth buying.

      I was already down one in the day's skirmishes. I was car-pooling with Bob. He was a nice enough guy, but he was a science nerd, and he couldn't quite hide his crush on me. I smoothed my skirt, picked up my briefcase, closed the door of Bob's Civic and shot a brief glare at the Ferrari pulling in beside us.

      That was the car I wanted to be in. Not for the car itself, though it was pretty cool. More for the driver.

      I felt my teeth grinding together as the passenger door swung open and a pair of long, smooth legs popped out. I caught a flash of pink panties, too. Really, if you're going to ride around in a low-slung sports car, you need to wear a skirt more than eight or nine inches long.

      Stiletto heels touched the ground, and then Tia Baca levered herself up out of the car. Eighteen years old, raven-haired and perky, not the brightest person you'll meet this week, but absolutely ravishing. She walked over to me and gave me her dazzling smile, the one that lit up her whole face and made it impossible for me to maintain my catty mood.

      Isn't this exciting? I wonder what their breakthrough is!

      That's what made Tia irresistible. She was absolutely sincere in her enthusiasms. Most girls her age were working hard to look bored so you could see how cool they were. Not Tia. She faced the world with wide-eyed wonder. It wasn't her fault she was ten years younger than me and cuter than cute.

      Of course, it was her fault that she wore tiny little low-cut tops. I now knew that her bra and panties were a matching set, which was much more information than I wanted.

      It is kind of exciting, said Bob. He was the only man in the office who seemed to be immune to her incredible sex appeal. I would have found it charming if he hadn't been infatuated with me instead.

      Derek Carter locked the Ferrari and sauntered over to join us. I watched him from the corner of my eye and felt my pulse pick up a bit. Derek was… something else. Tall, broad-shouldered, long dark hair swept back from his forehead, the tiniest hint of a cleft in his chin…

      Tia said, Thanks for driving me, Derek.

      He'd just spent half an hour sitting beside her, but he lit up as if he hadn't seen her in days. I was, in all modesty, not so bad myself, still on the best side of thirty, in shape, natural blonde curls, well dressed, not bad looking, but with Tia around I might as well have been invisible.

      I heard Bob sigh faintly beside me. He said, Let's go see what they've got for us, shall we?

      An engine raced behind us and Derek frowned. Uh-oh, he said, Dick alert.

      Richard Mason, our boss, was known universally as The Dick. Five minutes in his presence would tell you why. He parked his Lincoln sloppily across two parking stalls and levered his considerable bulk out of the car. Today's necktie was an eye-searing yellow. He smoothed it over the vast expanse of his stomach, sneered at us, and snapped, I don't pay you people to stand around. Let's go!

      Siegel Industries occupied a small two-story building, a nondescript cube of steel and glass with a lawn in front and a sign on the lawn giving the company name. Half a dozen protesters stood on the sidewalk in front of the building, lethargically holding signs, closely watched by a security guard. They got a bit more lively as we came close, waving their signs, which had gruesome drawings of dead rabbits and slogans that condemned animal testing.

      One young man, tall and lean with lank dark hair and a thin, pale face, tried to get them started in a chant of Animals are people too! They followed along half-heartedly. A couple of them looked distinctly embarrassed.

      Oh, dear, said Tia. Do they really test things on bunnies here?

      I doubt it, said Derek, but it's no fun getting your facts straight and deciding to stay home. Going off half-cocked is so much more dramatic. Morons. He raised his voice for that last word as we passed close to the protesters.

      The building had a small lobby with a receptionist and another security guard. The receptionist spoke into a headset, and by the time we were all done signing our names in a binder and pressing name tag stickers to our lapels, a fat man in a rumpled suit came bustling out from the building's interior.

      Welcome, welcome, how do you do? I'm Terence Siegel. Come, come, let me show you everything.

      He was in his fifties, broad and fleshy, with grey hair in a crew cut and a broad, round, pink face. We trailed in his wake as he rattled off an excited, jargon-filled monologue about the company's technical innovations. Bob might have followed some of it. The rest of us were lost.

      We walked through an office area and stopped before a wall of smoked glass. We waited while Siegel swiped a card through a reader and punched a code into a number pad. Security was fairly tight here, and that piqued my interest. If they had something worth stealing, they had something worth buying.

      Siegel finally pulled open a smoked-glass door and that vibrating thrum of power grew noticeably stronger. He gestured us through and we entered the heart of the facility.

      We were in a single vast chamber, dominated by a massive engine of some sort. Pipes and cables led into it. A vast armature spun in the centre, and a smaller armature spun inside of that, in the opposite direction. I could smell ozone and hot plastic. The very air seemed to hum, and I felt the small hairs on my arms stand on end.

      One wall was dominated by gauges and meters, and there were several control stations with mysterious knobs and lights on them. People in lab coats watched from behind glass in a second-floor gallery.

      Oh, no, Tia said, bunnies. And she wove her way through the machinery toward the far wall. I started after her. She was an intern, and I was her supervisor, and if she did something stupid I was in for it.

      The rabbit cages lined the wall, twenty or so pink-eyed white rabbits behind glass. There were some mice, too, on the end. Tia knelt in front of the glass and peered in at the rabbits.

      Siegel came over and joined us, clearly unsettled by this departure from his prepared script. He rubbed his hands together. Er, these are some of our test animals.

      Tia rose to her feet, looking him in the eye but somehow giving the impression that she towered over him. Her face was filled with outrage.

      Do you do experiments on these poor, defenseless bunnies?

      It's not how we train our interns to behave, but Siegel and I were both struck dumb. He recovered first.

      "Young lady, these animals have not been harmed in any

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