Atomika Bombshell stood at the great smoking crater that was Monkey's Asshole, Kansas and cackled shrilly. "Bite my glowing irradiated womanly parts!" Atomika Bombshell was a gorgeous beast. Her long blonde hair whipped violently through the strong fallout air. She stood Amazonian: well over six feet and buxomly poured into her metallic red and white nano-wear jumpsuit. Lowly sung around her hourglass hips was an aged black leather gun belt. "Booker, come out. Don't think I don't know it's you out there. This smacks of a Fight Club/Godzilla obsession." Over the crest of the gaping hole rose Booker. His short slicked-back black hair clung to his head staunchly like a soap opera star's. He was wearing the long black robe of a Vatican priest, complete with the white punctuated collar. Across his clean-shaven strong Roman jaw hung a brazen grin that was more teeth than lips. "You can't be glad to see me, can you?" tittered Atomika. "The last time we saw each other I had to get two priests and a vat of rubbing alcohol to save my magnificent and beautiful member. I'm smiling for a shot at some payback." Atomika hefted her gun up from her side holster. It was a standard issue Time-Warner 9 millimeter. It was Vegas neon pink and had PAT BENATAR roughly gouged into the side of it. "Nothing about you is even remotely magnificent, you wonky bastard!" she screamed over emptying the gun's magazine audaciously. "Get her boys," Booker reposted and turned his head casually to look over his right shoulder. "SUPER JAPENESE SLASH SLASH KILL TIME FOR YOU AND ME!" bellowed several black-clad men that erupted from behind Booker. As they closed in on Atomika Bombshell and brandished gleaming katana swords, she just rolled her eyes and reloaded her gun. "Fucking ninjas?! Really? You've been on the Netflix again, haven't you?" Her blue eyes sparkled like raw electricity as she easily shot down several of her assailants in close quarters, her maniacal laughter engulfed by a frenzy of gun reports. "ATOMIC SHRIMP DYNAMITE!" Atomika was momentarily blinded by a sharp white flash of light. She blinked hard several times and then warily opened her eyes. She looked down at her self and frowned. Instead of cuts or bullet wounds or a pile of dead idiot ninjas at her feet, she found her jumpsuit ruined by pulped bloody bits. "Booker, you total piece of fuck, you ruined my favorite dress with-with-with sodding atomic shrimp shrapnel!" she shrilly shrieked as she stomped her foot up and down. "If it makes you feel better, the ninjas were supposed to explode their nervous systems and…" "Yeah, create an EMP and break my brain dead. You got gypped. Where'd you buy em, Wal-Mart?" "That was too expensive. Heh." "What's cheaper than…no… No, you didn't…" "Yep" Booker said realigning his grin lopsidedly to the left. "Our old good friend, Dr. Overdrive!" He was screaming for reasons Atomika could not easily discern. "He thinks you've outlasted your usefulness to The Company." Atomika wore a bored look on her delicate face but licked her pink pouty lips eagerly. "The Company is a big bag of crotchety old fart fucks that think we should live like fucking mushrooms: kept in the dark and fed shit!" Now, Atomika was screaming for no reason. The pair slowly started to walk from their respective positions across from each other from the crater's precipice to meet in the middle, in its deepest part. "Atomika, baby, I miss you," oozed Booker, uncharacteristically showing emotion. Atomika's eyes widened, softened, and then hardened back up. "I can see the shock stick behind your back, you little shit…" He sheepishly smiled. "Oh." "You think I'm just going to lay down like some fucking mutt to you and those dickfaces? The Company experimented on people just to get their tiny erections from seeing how far they could go without getting caught. It was dumb shitty luck that Overdrive unlocked the gene that gave us our powers. Just luck." Booker's face twitched slightly. "You said you liked my power, that it was an OK power…" "Girls only say that when your power is small and useless and bent sharply to the left." Booker's eyes welled with a thin sheen of tears. He blinked them back and suddenly dropped the electrified prod that he held behind his back. It hit the ground with a tinny clang. Atomika gracefully dodged the searing bolt of energy that Booker let loose from his hands. "My power is manly and hard and lots of real women have said so," Booker roared over the sounds of crackling energy. "Chat rooms don't count, you stupid twat! And you only miss me because of the Uranium-charged orgasms I used to fake while you sweated and flailed in bed!" PAT BENATAR spat bullets like it hated the taste of them and one found its way through Booker's left knee. He hit the ground with the defeated thud of a bag of wet dirt. He rolled unceremoniously to the deepest part of the crater and moaned in pain. Atomika walked casually down to him and sighed mockingly. "You are such a fucking baby. You took messier hits before and you and I both know it." "I just want you to come back, baby. That's all." "You got a funny way of asking for a fucking date," Atomika said coolly as she shot him in his other knee. "That's so you have a hard time following me out of here, limpy. I'm taking down The Company one doomed fucking experiment at a time and you can either get with that or I keep shooting you…" Booker rolled over and squinted at Atomika. He could tell she was charging up one of her blasts. The air around her had that heat haze quality to it and she was starting to glow red. "I'll survive whatever you do," he coughed through a sneer thinly veiling his pain. "When Overdrive builds me new knees and I can run the tits off of a Ferrari, I'll find you." "For what? Dinner and a movie? Another pointless fucking gunfight? I'm outta here." Atomika said as she turned away from the laughing Booker. "If you want to join up with me, just look for the signs." Booker turned his head as Atomika burned up in a blinding white hot light. He crawled from the wreckage of what were the already ruined outskirts of Monkey's Asshole, Kansas. If someone said it looked like a bomb had gone off, not only would they be right, but they would have never seen the town before. The sat uplink beeped annoyingly in his ear. He winced and pressed it gingerly, opening the channel. Apparently, the words "CALL ME" could be seen from space from Atomika's swath of previous destruction.