Resurrection of Artemis

By Izzy Szyn

Once known as the infamous hacker Artemis, Amy Wilson now works in a coffee shop. With only months until the end of her probation from working in the technological industry that she loves, Amy is determined to keep Artemis dead and buried. 
When incidents similar to the ones Amy did start occurring all fingers start pointing in Artemis’ direction, and three people that want Artemis to come out of retirement. 
Quail City’s super heroes Dark Master and Calypso aka as multi-billionaire Noah Adams and his assistant Vanessa London know Amy’s secret, and also know that she is being set up. Having spent months in a flirtmance with Amy, they are tired of waiting and want both her and Artemis in their bed. 
Hinderer wants to hold technology hostage, but in order to do that he needs Artemis’ assistance, and he will use any methods necessary to gain her cooperation. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Izzy Szyn
• Release date: May 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386402510

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Resurrection of Artemis

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by

IZZY SZYN

Copyright © 2016 by Izzy Szyn

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

without the express written permission of the publisher

except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing 2016

ISBN 0-9000000-0-0

Cover Art;

Editor/Formatter: Avril Stepowski

WARNING:

Adult content contained in this manuscript

Not Recommeded for under 18 years old

Table of Contents

HINDERER

THE BEAN DIVE

INSIDE THE DARK PROWLER

HINDERER

ADAMS MANSION

AMY’S APARTMENT

HINDERER

NOAH & VANESSA

NEXT MORNING AT THE BEAN DIVE

NOAH’S OFFICE

AMY’S APARTMENT

ADAMS MANSION

MEANWHILE BACK AT AMY’S APARTMENT

ADAMS MANSION

NEXT MORNING

Hinderer

BACK AT THE MANSION

MEANWHILE AT THE COMMISONER JAMES’ OFFICE

HINDERER’S LAIR

ADAM’S MANSION

MEANWHILE AT HINDERER’S LAIR

BACK AT ADAMS’ MANSION

AL AND RUBY

HINDERER’S LAIR

BACK AT THE ADAMS MANSION

DOWN THE HALL

HINDERER’S LAIR

ADAMS MANSION

COMMISSIONER’ S OFFICE

HINDERER’S HIDEOUT

COMMISSIONER’S OFFICE

THE RESCUE

THE HOSPITAL

FINAL

HINDERER

People were idiots and fools, thought the man that called himself The Hinderer. Soon all these people will be begging him to restore their technology, looking with disgust as someone bumped into him. He was on his way to The Bean Dive to see her and to plant the seeds of mistrust away from him and onto her.

She thought she was so smart, the person that everyone still talked about to this day, Artemis. Artemis was weak though. She used her tech prowess to help those that went whining and crying to her because they were stupid enough to get pregnant and then expect someone to help them take care of the crying brats. Just like her own mother.

Reaching his hand in his pocket, he fondled the little toy that he was able to create and wreak havoc with, but he wanted more. Unfortunately, the only person who would be able to help him was her.  He needed her help to put execute his plan.

She will come begging to him, soon. He promised himself. Pressing the switch on the gadget in his pocket, he grinned to himself at the sickening crunch of cars running into each other. Playing with traffic lights was fun.

He watched as people got out of their cars, yelling and screaming at each other.

What the hell? He heard someone swear as he neared the coffee shop.

The traffic lights went out again, someone complained. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Artemis was back.

Dark Master and Calypso need to take her into custody and stop this before more people get hurt, complained another.

There they are now, yelled someone else, as the car known as Dark Prowler raised itself above the traffic and drove over the cars to where the accident occurred.

THE BEAN DIVE

Amy Wilson checked the time on the computer screen of her register, only five more minutes until she could go home and wash away the stink of the Bean Dive, the coffee shop where she worked.  Only five more minutes and her day would have gone by without seeing them. Noah Adams and Vanessa London.

Noah Adams was the owner of the building next door, Adams Technology. One of the biggest computer makers and programmers in the country, if not the world. He and his assistant Vanessa London were the stuff that filled many of Amy’s erotic fantasies.

Oh my god, look. Whispered her manager Kerry in her ear. It’s them.

Maybe fate smiled on her and they had come in. Looking up though, it wasn’t Noah and Vanessa, but the other stars of her fantasies, Dark Master and Calypso. She always felt as if she were cheating somehow when she had fantasies of either Quail City’s crime fighting team or Noah and Vanessa.

She’d only seen them on television or when their car drove by, until now. Damn, if they didn’t look better than they did on television. There was something almost electric about them when their eyes settled on hers. Please don’t let me screw up the order, she thought.

As if in a trance she watched as they walked up to her counter. Hi, Amy is it? Dark Master asked, pointing at her name tag.

Hi, yeah. Great way to sound intelligent. But what sane woman, or man, could have an intelligent conversation when standing in front of them was male perfection in a black leather body suit that moved as he did. His famous utility belt that wrapped around his waist was in royal blue. Even though his head was covered by a cowl, it didn’t detract from the naughty, wicked promise in his eyes. His lips were the kind that Amy was sure knew how to find all the erogenous zones on her body. Maybe even ones that she didn’t know she had. Would you like to order something?

Yeah, what do you recommend? Calypso asked her. Her eyes were a sultry blue that made it hard for Amy to turn away.

Do you have a favorite? Dark Master asked her.

Umm, not really. Amy admitted. I hate coffee and am not much of a tea drinker. I do like the raspberry lemonade though.

You work in a coffee shop but don’t like coffee? teased Dark Master.

Jobs are hard to find, Amy replied. Was he flirting with her? No. Had to be her imagination, The money isn’t bad and the tips are okay.

We’ll take the raspberry lemonade, Calypso said. The costume that she wore made Amy’s panties melt. Deep royal blue, her one piece jumpsuit-like costume hugged her curves. The deep-plunging neckline gave Amy a glimpse of breasts that she only wished she could have. Her barely there breasts sometimes made wearing bras unnecessary. Like Dark Master, she had a utlity belt, rumor was the utility belt included a whip that could wrap around a person and get them to tell the truth.

Her eyes were an almond like color, her red hair brushing against her shoulders, had Amy wondering what it would feel like against her skin. It took everything in her to not lick her lips at the Dark Duo.

Sure, what are your names again? Amy asked.

You have a sense of humor, approved Dark Master. He leaned in closer, Do you scream in bed?

What? Amy was sure that her chin was on the floor.

Make it a large, Dark Master said, acting like he didn’t just say what she thought he did.

Amy grabbed a couple of drinks and went to the lemonade machine. She tried to take calming breaths. Oh god, they were flirting with her. Did they know who she is? Or was? Artemis is dead, she reminded herself. After filling their cups and putting a lid on them, she took it back to them.

How much? Calypso asked.

It’s on the house, Kerry said to them.

No, we can afford to pay, Calypso declined.

No, we insist, Kerry told them. You two do a lot to help Quail City.

Calypso reached into the front of the her jumpsuit she wore, and pulled out two twenties and a ten. Here, sweet thing. She handed it to Amy. Keep the change.

I can’t, Amy looked at Kerry. Even if they did accept them paying for their drinks, that would mean a forty-five-dollar tip.

Yes, you can, insisted Dark Master. He took the money, placing it in Amy’s cleavage, touching her skin. Smiling at her when he felt her shiver. Good, you want us, too.

We do have a couple of questions to ask, Calypso said.

Amy tried to clear her head. They wanted her? They as in the both of them? No way. What are the questions?

Have you noticed anyone unusual walking around? Dark Master asked. The traffic lights were turned off just now.

I’d heard that from a few customers, Amy answered, hoping the buses weren’t running late. There’s been a lot of weird things happening lately. I’m sure the two of you will find out whoever, or if there is someone, behind it.

People have been mentioning Artemis, Calypso said. You wouldn’t have heard anything?

They knew, Amy thought. Somehow they knew. No, Artemis isn’t here anymore. At least from what I heard.

Damn shame, too, complained one of the customers in the shop. Not the Artemis that is playing with the lights and stuff. But the Artemis who liked to help people with their problems.

Yeah, I think if someone is behind it, it’s someone pretending to be Artemis, or trying to shift the blame on her, said another customer. She may have done some things, but she’d never deliberately set out to get people hurt.

Amy smiled at the person that made the comment. I’ve been here all day. But it’s more than the traffic lights. Didn’t I hear that the other day the Financial District was shut down because the money showed at zero?

That is something that Artemis had fun with, Dark Master commented. Or had in the past.

I’m sure that whatever has been happening in Quail City has nothing to do with Artemis, Amy replied.

Hope for Artemis’ sake it’s true, Calypso said. Williams is ranting and raving in Commissioner James’ office asking for her to be arrested.

Just bet he is, thought Amy. Is there anything else I can get you? Amy asked them. She saw that it was almost six and the last bus going towards her apartment would be there any minute.

You in our bed, Calypso said in her ear. Your blue hair will look glorious on our pillows. Then out loud stated, That’s all for now.

Oh shit, her panties were about to become worthless. Her pussy started to fill with liquid at the thought of being with them in their bed. But Calypso had to be teasing No way would they want Artemis in their bed.

I need to order, said a whiny voice behind Dark Master.

I need to go, John can take your order, Amy said.

Are you too good to wait on me now that you took Dark Master and Calypso’s order? said Graham Williams.

It’s not that.

Is there a problem, Amy? Calypso asked.

She is refusing to serve me, Graham whined. It’s bad enough this place allows people with hair like Amy’s to work here. What’s next piercings? Tattoos?

There is nothing wrong with the way Ms. Wilson looks, Calypso smiled at her. I’d have her in my bed anytime, anyday, any place.

I’ve got to go, Amy told them, feeling a little uncomfortable the way everyone was looking at her. I have to cash out my drawer and the bus will be here any minute.

We’ll drive you home, offered Dark Master.

I can’t let you do that, Amy protested.

We’ll be happy to, Calypso assured her. It’s our fault that you’re running late. Go ahead and take this citizen’s order, then we’ll drive you home.

Okay. Thanks, Amy agreed. What would you like to order?

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