MAU: Infinite Crisis
Chapter 3

When Agent G came back (not in a good mood) he told Noel and Jeffrey that
the 'interview' will be finished by a CSIS agent that will arrive at
Noel's residence in a day or so. Noel gave Agent G her address for him to
pass on to CSIS. He thanked her and asked her to fly safely before saying
goodbye and cutting the connection. After a few moments the TV
automatically turned off.

Jeffrey turned to Noel while getting up. "Well, I don't suppose you have
any time for breakfast before leaving?"

Noel's stomach growled causing her to blush faintly. "That's probably a
good idea."

Upon opening the door, Andria fell forward with a yelp.

"Andria, what are you doing?" Jeffrey asked.

"It's not my fault," she responded dusting herself off. "Major wouldn't
let me see after she hacked into the comm. line. she wouldn't let me see
even though she's letting John."

Over in the kitchen area, John and Major were sitting, both with guilty
expressions on their faces.

"You know you're not supposed to do that," Jeffrey scolded.

"Don't look at me, it was John's idea! He wanted to know how the meeting
was going," Major replied.

Johns face reddened with embarrassment. "I was only curious," he stated
bluntly.

"Well, if you're that concerned, then you can treat her to your infamous
cooking," Jeffrey retorted.

John got up halfway seemingly about to argue then sat back down in
defeat. He got up again and trudged to the fridge to prep for the meal.

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John had made up some strawberry crêpes which everyone enjoyed. Towards
the end of the meal, Andria began telling Noel about the people they've
ran into while searching for both Henry and thee seemingly infinite
number of alien boxes.

"So, anyway, when we got there, this couple had turned themselves into
cartoons!" she said with a laugh. "I'm not talking about people with
weird body shapes, but actual cartoons like you see in the Looney Toons
movies! They were Roger and Jessica Rabbit!" Andria was laughing so hard
that she snorted a few times. "And here's the best part! The husband was
Jessica Rabbit!" At this point, Andria began gasping for air still
laughing.

Everyone around the table chuckled except for Major who only groaned.
"Ugh, I've been trying to forget about that."

Noel looked quizzically at Major and then to Andria for answers. "What's
with Major?"

Andria, still suffering through the giggles replied. "Oh, when we got to
the house, we heard all sorts of crazy noises inside. So Major
volunteered to enter first since she can turn invisible. When she got to
the bedroom..." She descended into another fit of laughter.

Major spoke quickly. "Let's just say there was 'ink' everywhere and leave
it at that, ok?"

Noel was even more confused than before and looked to the others for
clarity but only received rolled eyes and a 'subtle' grin.

Andria recovered enough to answer once more. "They were in the middle of
doing it!"

Noel shook her head, still clueless.

"You know, sex! They're cartoons. All that 'ink' was semen!"

It finally clicked as Noel's eyes widen at the realization.

"When Major came in, they came! Unfortunately for our poor Major, the
rabbit pulled out and all that 'ink' landed right on her face!" At that
last part, Andria was laughing so hard, she fell out of her chair.

Major groaned again. "The stuff smelled like banana bread. And even after
eight showers, my hair still smelled like it for days afterwards."

John wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Ever since then, she can't
stand the smell of bananas. Which is kinda funny and helpful if I just
want some me time." Major glared at him. "Only joking. Anyways, after
they were brought to a private residence, for obvious reasons, someone
propositioned them to star in a Roger Rabbit sequel and they offered us
seats to the first screenplay."

"I'm not going!" Major said flatly.

The laughter and chuckles had then calmed down somewhat.

Jeffrey then spoke up; his head hung solemnly. "They weren't all funny or
amusingly weird... Back when it was just me, I came to a house where the
couple was listed as missing by their employers. When they found the
box... I guess they were into heavy bondage. The girlfriend at some point
changed herself so she didn't have any arms or legs, while the boyfriend
was just a head with a dick attached to his neck. As it turned out, the
boyfriend was first changed and after some fooling around the girlfriend
got excited and stupidly changed herself into the limbless state I found
her in. They had some fun but when they wanted to change back neither had
the ability to reach the panel. the girlfriend tried her best to reach it
since the boyfriend was completely immobile. It didn't help that they
were in a middle of a heat wave and had a busted air conditioner. So when
I got there, they were two days starved and suffering from heatstroke. I
called the agency for help. The girlfriend recovered relatively quickly,
however the boyfriend had spent a month in critical, probably because he
was just a head more or less."

He let out a short heavy breath and wiped away some water sitting on the
lip of his cup. The rest of the group looked on in regret for laughing
earlier.

"Holy shit," whispered Andria. "Are they ok now?"

Jeffrey looked up slightly startled. "Hmm? Oh yeah, their doing fine.
They're both on a special diet for obvious reasons. The last I heard,
they are married and pregnant." He perked up a little on saying the last
part.

After another moment of silence, Noel cleared her throat. "Well it's been
fun. Thanks for breakfast John, and for rescuing me Jeff, but I should be
going. If Agent G's feelings towards CSIS are any indication, then I
shouldn't be late for the meeting."

And with that, she said her goodbyes to Jeff and his team. they
reciprocated, Andria a little more so, which still seemed odd considering
that she looked every bit as much as Lightning from FFXIII. Waving
goodbye once more, Noel jumped high into the air with her hip and back
thrusters. When she felt she was high enough, she retracted her jump wing
and deployed her flight wings and shot off northward.

Noel, wanting to avoid any more mid-air 'turbulence', flew as close to
the edge of space as possible to the point where her wings were nearly
useless and she was little more than a rocket. The euphoria of flying so
close to space was reluctantly shoved aside for fear that something might
sneak up on her.

The flight back home was quiet and thankfully short. It was later that
afternoon when Noel reached home and fortunate for her, it was after rush
hour, so she didn't have any awkward run ins with neighbors. Noel entered
her apartment that was even smaller thanks to the alien box and the
armour she had on earlier before changing again. however, Noel was well
practiced and navigated around both them and the junk laying about the
floor.

Standing just before the bathroom, she took off her helmet and mentally
commanded her armour to open. Stepping out and down, Noel guessed she was
about a head shorter than she was before first stepping into the box.
Noel put some food down for her cat, but he didn't come out of hiding
until she was in the bathroom getting a better look at herself.

As her cat was chomping away at the dry food, Noel kept looking back and
forth between the mirror and down at her new front. Her breast weren't
large, just a nice healthy size (b-cup maybe?) in proportion to her new
body stature. Noel began to undress. It wasn't until she had her 'plug
suit' down to her waist that she realized that the sensory connectors
remained where they were on her body, instead of coming off with the rest
of the suit.

"What the hell?" she asked taking it all off to get a complete look.

First were the ones on her neck. There was one just below each ear that,
if you weren't looking closely, looked just like earrings. Next were two
at her shoulders, one at each elbow and another just before the wrists.
Looking down, she noticed another on her chest, right where her ribcage
joined at the bottom. When she touched it, she felt a numb tingling in
her fingertips. Shoving that aside for now, she looked at her legs and
discovered four more. one on each calf just below the knee and one more
on each foot just before her toes started.

"Great. This'll make buying shoes a hassle."

She turned around, as she looked at her backside through the mirror and
spied yet another one where her tailbone would be. She then caught sight
of apparently the last one sitting on the nap of her neck. A quick check
confirmed that they were all firmly attached to her body and didn't move.
Tossing her plug suit onto the futon, Noel ran the water for her shower.
She'd been gone for over a day and while she didn't look it, and actually
didn't feel it from running her hands through her short hair and over her
body, the feeling of being dirty persisted.

So to satisfy her need to bath and explore her new self, she hopped into
the shower and began washing. Starting with her hair, she rubbed shampoo
in it, rinsing it out, she marveled at how her hair was blond in contrast
to her original dark brown. Pulling down a lock of hair that was now
barely long enough to be seen without the aid of a mirror, she could see
the frosted tip.

"I wonder," she mused aimlessly flicking her hair to the side.

Forgetting about her thought, her hands roamed to her chest. They felt
just as good as the ones on her last body felt even if they were smaller.
Feeling a warm glow from her nether region below, 'cupping' her vagina
with one hand the warm glow turned into a pleasant tingle. Her curiosity
and need overwhelming her, she was surprised of how easy her finger slid
in and the sensations were so intense that her eyes involuntarily
crossed.

Although it was quite pleasant, very pleasant, she pulled out unable to
come to terms with the sensation of being penetrated. Even if she was
doing it to herself.

"Not to say I wouldn't consider trying again in the future maybe..." She
thought to herself as she finished washing up a little faster than she
would have so not to excite herself further for now.

Drying herself off with a towel, she sighed as she had to put her plug
suit back on. It seemed like a why bother having a shower if you're just
going to put your dirty cloths back on afterwards. Now not so naked
anymore, but still suggestively clad she mentally slapped herself since
she left her armour from the second change, she was still clothed when
she tested her ability to change back the other day. Cold mind you, but
still fully clothed. With yet another sigh she left her plug suit on,
since she went through the trouble of redressing, closed her eyes and
concentrated on turning back.

Instead of a click, she felt a horrible stabbing pain in her chest that
she was only able to utter a sharp yelp before falling over and passing
out. Had anyone been there with her, they would've seen both hardsuits
twitch for a few seconds before once again standing still. Inside the
helmet from her second hardsuit was showing damage to her power core.
Although there wasn't any concern for a containment breach, her ability
to become human again was now nonexistent.

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Back at Tonoan Industrials Headquarters, Mike was in the middle of
drinking yet another cup of coffee when a notice popped up on his
computer screen causing him to spit some of his coffee onto the screen
and spilling the rest on his hand.

"Shit!" he said as he dropped his cup and shook his hand.

He stared at the data pouring in from the satellite; the output was twice
that of which was recorded previously, but unmistakably the same. For
some reason the power surge is lasting longer, not that Mike was
complaining, it just allowed him to locate it better. He relayed the
information to the nearby team, hung up the phone and sat back in his
chair staring at the coffee on the floor.

"Damn, I need a mop," he thought.

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"Damn prick!!" security officer Peter Zimerson stated bluntly after
talking to Mike. The fucker gets to sit in an air condition room back at
headquarters while he and his team are freezing our asses babysitting
some geeks who're looking for god knows what. "Well shit. A job's a job,"
he muttered to himself before telling the geeks the news.

They all noticeably stiffened when he told them the new location;
obviously they knew something he didn't. The new location was in a dead
end road, they left the transport truck since it would've been hell
getting it in and out, even more so if they didn't find what they were
looking for. So the security team drove off in a SUV while the science
team followed close behind in a cargo van.

A few blocks and some quick turns and they arrived. Peter got out of the
driver's seat and scoffed at the apparent motel that stood before them.
"Well at least its better then the outhouse."

"And here I thought you liked freezing your ass on the can," Nelly said
getting out of the passenger seat.

"Funny," Peter replied with a sarcastic grin which she returned with a
mocking smile of her own.

Third hopped out the back seat and they all walked over to the van to
meet the science team for further orders. After receiving telemetry from
the satellite, the science team determined that whatever they were
searching for was in one of the two rooms on the left side of the
building. Everyone on the security team smiled to each other, finally,
they were going to get some action. They walked back to the SUV and
opened the back door and donned Kevlar vest and MP5 machine guns loaded
with stun rounds (rubber bullets). Each also grabbed a pistol with live
rounds just in case.

Peter walked to the apartment on the left while Nelly and Third lined up
on the door of the center apartment. As Peter looked through the open
blinds in the window he heard Nelly chuckle, looking over, Nelly pointed
to a set of keys still in the door. Peter raised an eyebrow before
motioning them to breach.

He checked the door to see if it was locked, since a quieter entry would
mean a lesser chance of interruption later, the door gave. Perfect. He
motioned the other two to enter. Peter opened the door slowly and
entered. As he saw from the window, the lights were off with only a faint
glow from the microwave clock.

Toys and books lined the edges of the floor and a tall box stood in the
middle. As he stepped around the box he heard a yelp followed by two
quick coughs from an MP5. Rounding the box he nearly tripped over
something lying on the floor. As he bent down to see what it was, the
lights came on. Startled, Peter gasped and jumped backward into the
fridge behind him. Nelly was laughing at the sight of him.

"Jesus, Nell. Don't do that!" Peter yelled, swearing under his breath as
he got up.

"You should've been with me next door. There were two teenagers in the
middle of fucking. You wouldn't believe the looks on their faces before
we put them out," Nelly said with a sly grin.

Peter just shook his head with a grin of his own. Looking down, he saw
the object on the floor was an unconscious girl. As he checks her pulse,
Nelly called to him referring to the hardsuits. "Whoa, check these out.
And this one on the right has a maple leaf on it. I think someone's a
little obsessed 'EH'?" She said stressing the 'eh' slang.

Peter finished counting the girls heart beats and got up and walked over
to Nelly in front of the hardsuits ignoring he 'joke'.

"Well if we're all secure here; let's tell the geeks so we can get this
over with."

Nelly just shrugged and followed Peter out while he informed the science
team. She and Peter were back in the SUV listening in on the police
channels while Third was left 'babysitting' the science team just in
case. The science team started in the center apartment and while they
didn't find anything in the sparsely decorated room, they did linger on
the teenagers still intertwined forms before moving on. On entering the
other apartment their equipment whirred and beeped as they passed the
hardsuits. Three began examining the hardsuits while the other two
checked out the unconscious girl Peter told them about.

One made a brief note of the leotard she seemed to be wearing while the
other examined the connector points about her clothing and body. Just as
he touched a probe to the connector in her chest, the probe sparked
angrily as the display winked out. He tried restarting it until he
noticed a wisp of smoke rising from the seams of the device.

Surprisingly, none on the science team paid any attention to the alien
box and treated it more as a nuisance than an object of curiosity. By and
by, they finished all their analysis they could outside of lab conditions
and had Peter and Third help them move the hardsuits into the cargo van.
Nelly carried the girl into the SUV and strapped her into the middle of
the backseat since there was no more room in the van.

Peter called the driver of the transport truck and told him to continue
on with his normal route. Driving off to the town's small airport, Peter
kept glancing in his rear view mirror at the girl sitting limply between
his team members, her head bobbing slightly as he drove over bumps in the
road.

Who was this girl? And what did she have to do with those suits that the
science team was so jittery about? The questions were far above his pay
grade judging from how this was all carried out but, he still didn't like
it. Not knowing what was going on made his job of keeping his team safe
harder. The tedium of it didn't help either. That just meant something
was going to break at the worst moment possible. Grumbling under his
breath, he continued on driving. Ten minutes later they arrived at the
small airport and another full hour in chartering a private plane to take
them cross-country to the BC coastline.

The plane ride was long and uneventful. Peter tried sleeping several
times but couldn't quite get comfortable. It had nothing to do with his
seat or that he wasn't the one flying the plane. It was just something
about moving vehicles... Peter shook his head looking to his right at
Nelly sound asleep and snoring, the sill unconscious girl was at the
window seat still out.

Burying his unease of the girl for now, he chuckled slightly at Nell; she
was pretty much dead to the world in terms of noises and such. But if you
were to touch her in the slightest then you can be sure something on your
person was going to end up broken. Settling as far back as his chair
would allow, he closed his eyes and tried for a light doze. Four hours
later they landed at a private airfield safely and began unloading.

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Back at Noel's apartment, a woman in a car pulled up, got out and knocked
on the door. Waiting a minute she knocked again. Another moment and still
no response, she looked through the open blinds in the window just in
time to see the alien box return to its stand-by mode.

"Shit!"

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. It only rang once before being
picked up.

"This is Johanna Mars. I'm at the apartment and just watched the 'device'
deactivate. The tenant doesn't seem to be here..." She paused briefly to
look around the driveway. "There are two sets of treads and several
footprints in the driveway... recommend we have a team up here to find
the tenant's whereabouts." She waited for a response.

"...Acknowledged Agent Mars, a team will be sent by air. ETA is two
hours. Recommend you secure the device first, and then determine possible
witnesses."

Johanna exhaled sharply. "Alright," then closed her phone.

She grabbed a small lock picking kit from her car and proceeded to use it
on the deadbolt. As she turned the tumbler, she could feel the lightness
of the turn, swearing, she stuffed her kit in her pocket and turned the
handle to walk inside.
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After landing, Peter's team, and the geeks with their 'cargo' all filed
into two helicopters that carried them to a coastal harbor where Tonaon
Industrials was waiting. It wasn't a building per say, though it was run
like one, but a boat. Its outward appearance resembled that of an
American WWII aircraft carrier, minus any deck weapons. Its flight deck
was covered with artificial Astroturf. And instead of fighter planes
normally associated with a carrier, it had only three helicopters, two of
which Peter and his team were riding in. While on the outside it looked
like a carrier, inside its hull, it resembled an executive office
building befitting company headquarters.

As the helicopters touched down, a group of people came running out from
the island tower of the ship. Upon exiting the helicopter and clearing
the still turning rotors overhead, Peter and his team were met by a
security detail. Peter could see the rest of the group which was lead by
Mike Givings; meet the science team from the second chopper.

"Why is Mike up here? I thought he was just in charge of the satellite
project."

The security officer just shrugged. "None of my business sir. I was only
told to escort you and your team to debriefing."

He stepped to the side to allow Peter to walk ahead. As he passed, Peter
noticed the strap that held the security mans sidearm in its holster was
undone. When the security officer noticed Peter looking at his sidearm,
he quickly brought his hand to rest on the butt of the pistol. The act
sent shivers running down Peter's spine, and made him even more nervous
To his credit though, he kept it from showing and just gestured for his
team to follow. They were lead below the flight deck and were left alone
in an executive boardroom to wait.