The golden hues of the setting sun cast long shadows across Ronda Riy’s SouthBank apartment, filtering through the large windows. The city hummed below, its towering skyline glowing under the evening lights.
Inside, Faro Faros and Rita Faros sat on separate sofas, their eyes locked onto thick books about Thundarr City’s history.
Rita, wearing a white skintight blouse and red knee-length pants, leaned comfortably into her seat. Her wavy hair cascaded over one shoulder as she traced the words on the page with a manicured finger.
Faro, dressed in a white T-shirt and black full pants, sat cross-legged on the adjacent sofa, deeply focused on a chapter about the Thundranum trade routes.
“Did you know,” Rita mused, “that Thundarr City’s first power grid was powered by Thundranum mines discovered near the Thundarr Forest?”
Faro nodded, flipping a page. “Yeah, but D.E.C took over the mining rights shortly after. Claimed it was for ‘safety reasons.’ But we all know Mr. Clown had his hands in it.”
Rita smirked. “Of course. The D.E.C bends wherever the money flows.”
The conversation moved from politics to legendary crime lords of the past. They debated, teased, challenged each other’s thoughts.
Then, Rita’s eyes drifted to Faro himself. She watched his strong jaw tighten when he concentrated. The way his hands firmly held the book.
A playful smile curled on her lips.
With deliberate ease, she moved from her sofa to his, sitting right beside him.
“You know,” she murmured, crossing her legs, “you remind me of the rebels in this book. Always questioning power, always fighting corruption.”
Faro glanced at her, but didn’t pull away. “Maybe. But I fight differently now.”
Rita tilted her head. “How selectively, exactly?”
Before Faro could answer—
A Sudden Warning.
FALCON’S POWER RING on Faro’s finger glowed fiercely, pulsing with an eerie orange light.
His heart pounded.
Rita noticed it instantly. “That’s never happened before…”
A voice echoed in his mind, projected from the mystical power within the ring:
“MURDER DOG IS IN THUNDARR CITY. CRIMES UNDERWAY. BLOOD WILL SPILL.”
Faro sat upright. “Murder Dog’s here.”
Rita’s playful expression vanished. “What?”
Faro clenched his fist, watching the energy pulse from the ring. “The D.E.C has no clue. He’s committing crimes right now.”
Rita’s smirk returned—but this time, it was dangerous.
“Well,” she purred, standing up, “looks like it’s time for Shecon to hunt a killer.”
Rita’s Bold Transformation.
Without hesitation, Rita grabbed the hem of her skintight blouse and peeled it off, exposing her bare skin to the cool air.
Faro’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the sudden nudity.
Next, she unbuttoned her red knee-length pants and slid them down, kicking them aside. Within seconds, she stood completely stark naked in the middle of the living room.
She exhaled, rolling her shoulders. “Ugh. Wearing underwear under this leather outfit makes me sweat like crazy. No point.”
Faro was frozen, unsure whether to look away or pretend this was normal.
Then—
BANG!
The front door slammed open, and in stormed Ronda Riy, her face flushed from the long workday. She adjusted her big round glasses, brushing loose strands of hair from her face—
Only to drop her bag in horror.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
Her eyes darted from Rita’s fully exposed body to Faro’s stunned expression.
Rita, completely unfazed, bent down to pick up her Shecon leather suit, giving both of them a clear view of her most private parts.
Ronda screamed, running toward Faro.
“OH, HELL NO!” She lunged at him, grabbing his head with both hands, desperately covering his eyes.
“RITA, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND?!”
Rita chuckled, slipping into her tight leather outfit, fitting her body like a second skin. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s not the first time your man’s seen a naked woman.”
“SHUT UP!” Ronda shrieked. “You don’t just get naked in my living room like it’s some locker room!”
Faro tried to pull Ronda’s hands off his face, his voice muffled. “Ronda, I need to—”
“NO, YOU DON’T!” she tightened her grip, refusing to let him see any more of Rita’s body.
Rita zipped up the front of her bodysuit, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, Ronda, we have bigger problems than your boyfriend seeing a little skin.”
Ronda’s face was burning red, half from anger, half from embarrassment. “YOU CALL THAT A ‘LITTLE SKIN’?! YOU FLASHED EVERYTHING—AND YOU BENT DOWN! RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!”
Rita adjusted her power boomerang to her belt, smirking. “Oops.”
Faro finally pried Ronda’s hands off his face, exhaling deeply. “Can we focus? Murder Dog is in the city.”
Ronda turned, still fuming. “I don’t care if the devil himself is in the city, we’re not going to act like what just happened was normal!”
Faro’s ring pulsed again, stronger this time.
“More casualties,” he muttered.
Rita’s expression hardened. “That bastard’s leaving a trail of bodies.”
Ronda gulped, her anger giving way to fear. “He..He’s close, isn’t he?”
Faro nodded grimly.
Shecon adjusted her smart goggle, checking the Thundarr Database. “He’s only five miles away.”
Faro cracked his knuckles. “Let’s go.”
Rita smirked. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Ronda took a deep breath, her jealous rage temporarily pushed aside by fear.
Murder Dog was loose.
And the D.E.C was clueless.
