Russia’s Alpha Group is one of the best-known Special Forces units in the world. This elite antiterrorism unit was created by the KGB in 1974 and remains in service under its modern-day counterpart, the FSB.
Russian special forces — the Alpha Group, in particular — was criticized during the 2002 Moscow hostage crisis, in which at least 120 hostages died from the effects of a gas used to knock out militants who had seized a theater.
On Mars, you can’t ghost or spook or overdrive. And. There are so many other supernatural and non-supernatural restrictions that even the playing field.
A woman materializes in front of Miss Kane, as if out of thin air. She looks like and is attired like the contemporary Gal Gadot version of Wonder Woman.
“Shall we go to war, sister?” Ms. Diana Prince asks Miss Kane.
“Matron’s rules?” Miss Kane asks in reply.
And. As expected, in her role as Mrs. Carson’s Sandman. Her words are spoken with the condescending tone, normally associated with a dominatrix or an arrogant god.
And. As expected, in her role as Mrs. Carson’s Sandman. She seethes with loathing and disdain.
“No mercy it is, then.”
It’s over in a flash. A pistol loads—i.e., materializes—into the palm of each of Miss Kane’s hands from their storage in her holster. Ms. Prince’s wristbands don’t harmlessly deflect the bullets from Miss Kane’s pistols. The Amazon ends up with broken wrists and wrecked wristbands—wrists and wristbands that are horribly twisted and mangled. The pistols load back into Miss Kane’s holster. Game over. Ms. Prince loses.
“In spite of what Ms. Prince and Mrs. Kane agreed upon. Mrs. Carson would prefer that Miss Kane didn’t finish her off.”
“As the goddess of Miss Kane wishes. Miss Kane will not destroy Ms. Prince. Miss Kane lives to serve Mrs. Carson.”
Miss Kane walks over to her fallen foe. She stands over Ms. Prince and gloats. Ms. Prince knows to stay down and make no moves that might be misinterpreted as being threatening.
“I yield to you, Miss Kane.”
“Miss Kane accepts your capitulation.”
Miss Kane notices that Ms. Prince’s rapidly wrists are mending themselves as are the Amazon’s ruined wristbands.
“May I stand?”
Miss Kane steps back. Ms. Prince stands up.
Miss Andrea Quill [the alias of Andra’ath] in the BBC’s “Class” series, a Doctor Who spin-off, is portrayed by well-known British actress Katherine Kelly. Wearing trademark stiletto pumps and a severe hairdo, the hard-faced Miss Quill character, a physics teacher at the fictional Coal Hill Academy, is clearly a thinly-veiled depiction of a dominatrix minus the usual S&M getup.
As such. The wisecracking, gun-toting, oftentimes no-nonsense robotic-esque Miss Quill, in her own words. Miss Quill is a blunt and sharp tongued teacher, and a strong, stern woman. In class, she is blunt and condescending towards her students, and seethes with loathing and disdain.
In her provocative business suit et al, Miss Kane cuts a similar figure as Miss Quill—i.e., clearly a dominatrix minus the usual S&M getup, thinly-disguised as a sexually-repressed spinster librarian seething with loathing and disdain.
If the chick who fills it out is well-endowed [which Miss Kane is], a Koo is provocative in spite of it being stern, staid, severe, and dowdy. This is the sexually-compelling paradox of the Koo Stark business suit and its matching accessories. This is also the very same sexually-compelling paradox of the dominatrix herself.
Mrs. Carson is also a rabid fan of the BBC’s Class. So, it should come as no surprise that Miss Kane in the guise of Mrs. Carson’s Sandman is a striking resemblance of Miss Quill. You can say that Miss Kane as Mrs. Carson’s Sandman is in Miss Quill mode.
Mrs. Carson, pushing her shopping cart, moves up beside the girl. Miss Kane begins to vibrate.
When the girl stops vibrating, she is again filthy and parasite infested. She’s again in her baglady guise and attire wearing Mrs. Carson’s borrowed perls, Kaye, hand-bra, Parts, and sternns. Her phone, holster, and phone are clipped to the waistband of her skirt. Her hair is worn down in a krazed version of a Brynhildr. She has again completely lost her mind—and is stoned and drunk as well, again. Klaw. Her fingernails and toenails are again long, dirty, and ragged—i.e., again, no evidence of ever having had a manicure or a pedicure. This is the way that Mrs. Carson most prefers Miss Kane to be—i.e., a suborned dominatrix driven to total madness, who is totally pathetic.
Totally consumed by her own madness, again. Reduced to a complete and utter wretch, again. A now pathetic Miss Kane again takes charge of the shopping cart. Oblivious to what’s what.
“You may pass and once more thread the site of your ancient and most holy temple The Temple Mount,” Ms. Prince formally addresses Mrs. Carson.
With that said, Ms. Prince disappears from sight. Mrs. Carson’s eyes glow, as she utters a series of clicking sounds and hisses. But, it is a serial unlike any that Mrs. Carson has ever uttered to any of her modern day, conscripted acolytes.
In response to this feral utterance, Miss Kane’s limbic cortex and pineal gland expand exponentially, displacing the girl’s frontal lobe entirely.
Many people call the limbic cortex “The Lizard Brain” because the limbic system is about all a lizard has for brain function. It is in charge of fight, flight, feeding, fear, freezing-up, and fornication.
The lunatic girl utters a blood curdling shriek and then falls silent. She is no longer sentient. Mrs. Carson has reduced Miss Kane mentally to something akin to a Kum in human form—i.e., a Vampire in its most base form, more base than even that of The Master or The Strain. Simply put, Miss Kane is mindless. She is a Leech. The demented, mindless girl’s madness-twisted mouth is open slackly, drooling.
“Maybe, Mrs. Carson will keep leechgirl forever.”
No longer a person. The leechgirl says nothing. She is now Miss Kane in name only—i.e., there is no more Miss Kane. There is only a mindless, depraved, sexually-insatiable Leech.
Mrs. Carson’s eyes stay glowing, and glow more fiercely. She strokes the girl’s dirty, lice-instead hair. The girl’s hair turns geriatric—mane and muff. More clicking and hissing from Mrs. Carson ensues. When the feral spell is finished. No longer pretty, just hardlooking, the girl’s face is now insanity ravaged.
The Leech and Mrs. Carson proceed with their trek. When they cross the threshold of an invisible barrier, and from the perspective of any Peeping Toms, they too disappear. Reappearing on the other side of the barrier on the site of The Temple Mount. They’re still on the planet Mars, of course.
“There’s no place like home,” Mrs. Carson proclaims.