Supplying Supers - Ch. 5 - Velocity - Beta (Patreon)

Thursday June 8th, 2025 Belgrade, Sertia

Velocity

OSDB Hero Rank: X - Criminal

OSDB Threat Rating: 67*

*With weighted unconfirmed kill count, threat rating would be 89.

When the elevator doors opened, Velocity picked up her silver metal briefcase and walked into the plush hall. A floral-patterned red carpet extended down its entire length. Crystal encrusted chandeliers hung from the expansive ceilings. Golden intricate crown molding lined the paisley wallpapered walls.

Floor to ceiling portraits of the kings and queens of Sertia hung nearby. Golden metal stools and chairs sprawled between each of the massive suite’s entrance doors. The King’s Palace Hotel VIP floor was marketed to transport its customers into their own personal fairytale. For Sergei Vukovic, this would be his last dream.

The corridor was completely void of any noise, a welcomed benefit for Velocity’s work should it get noisy. When she reached the room at the end of the hall, she set her briefcase down and pulled out a pocket mirror from inside her fur coat. She took off her large, circular sunglasses and ensured her green contacts were stationary. After brushing the bangs of her red wig, she blew a heavy breath and placed the mirror back in her inner pocket.

These bags under my eyes aren’t going to be doing me any favors, Velocity thought. I’ll need to sell it with theater.

Velocity reached into her other pocket and popped a piece of gum in her mouth. She squatted down and picked up her briefcase before knocking on the door. When the door opened, a bald, grizzled man wearing an expensive suit looked down at her.

In their native language, Velocity smiled and waved. “Someone called for… entertainment?”

The bearish man smiled, revealing tar stained teeth. He turned his head and shouted into the room. “Boss. The whore is here.”

Fucking pig, Velocity thought. She slapped the gum in her mouth, maintaining her perfect smile.

“Come in, beautiful,” the thug said, waving her in.

Velocity took a few steps into the penthouse suite while the guard closed the door behind her. The room’s lavish interior matched the opulence of the hall. The tall ceilings and open concept floor plan carried the whistles and hollering from the excited men.

Instead of the red and gold theme, the furniture was edged in white gold and luscious purple silk fabric. Large couches surrounded a large flat screen TV playing European football. The smell of blini and kvass filled the room from the open containers that sat on the table in between them.

Velocity’s eyes darted across the room, eyeing the threats and opportunities. Four guards. Bulges along their suit belts. Handguns. Two PP-19s are leaning next to the table. Nothing too serious, but I’ll need to keep things calm and organized until I’m ready to dance. The curtains are down, so I don’t have to worry about any visible bystanders, although being up on the eighth floor helps avoid any prying eyes.

As the three other guards approached her, the eldest of them frowned and held up his hand. “Dimitri, what the fuck is this?”

“What?” the doorman asked. “The boss asked for entertainment.”

“You’re just going to let her walk in with a briefcase and not search it?”

When his partner smacked him on the back of the head, Dimitri shouted, “Ow, what the fuck, Dragan?”

“Do you want the boss to crucify you? You see one piece of ass and your training leaves you?”

“I was going to check it,” Dimitri said, jerking the case from Velocity’s hand and setting it on a nearby table. “What’s she going to do? There’s four of us and one of her.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Dragan said coldly. “You know the rules.”

Let’s see if I hid my things well enough,Velocity thought. She wrapped her arms around one guard, who was too busy ogling her to realize she was positioning herself to the side of his pistol. Should Dimitri find the hidden compartments in her briefcase, she needed to subdue all of them quickly.

With two metallic clicks, he opened the briefcase. An assortment of dildos, whips, and other sex toys lined the interior. The guard laughed, grabbed a blue rubber vibrator, and turned it on. As it buzzed, he turned to his companions and waved it around, eliciting laughter from everyone except the elder.

“See, Dragan, nothing to worry about,” Dimitri said, laughing. “Unless you’re intimidated by the size.”

Dragan scowled, marched over to Dimitri, and shoved him to the side. “Get out of the way.” He turned the briefcase upside down and kicked out all the contents, which the others found even more hilarious. A likely result of the thick smell of alcohol on their breaths.

As Dragan ran his fingers along the black felt interior, Velocity slid her hand down the other guard’s arm and up the underside of his suit jacket. It was the closest she could be to his weapon without raising suspicion. Looks like we’ll be going loud, Velocity thought as she readied for the man to find her hidden prize.

When it looked like Dragan had found a gap in the corner, a door slammed open behind them. Sergei Vukovic shuffled through the doorway. To most, the bulbous man was nothing to look at. He was overweight, with a large bald spot in his thinning brown hair. His white dress shirt was incorrectly buttoned and haphazardly stuffed inside his suit pants.

Yet, he was a Brigadier in the Savski Bratva, a startup Rissian mafia group with ties back to New Moscow. One that the local crime organizations weren’t too happy about, and the reason for Velocity’s visit.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Sergei shouted, rubbing his fists into his eyes.

“Boss!” Dimitri yelled before racing over to him. “Your entertainment is here.”

Sergei’s head peeked up and scanned the room. When he locked eyes on Velocity, he smiled, revealing a mouth full of metal teeth. After pushing Dimitri out of his path, he waltzed across the room, rubbing his hand across his gut. He gawked at her like she was a piece of meat.

Keep it together, she thought. Think of the bonus. Just a few minutes and they’re all dead.

“Hello, beautiful,” Sergei said. He pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. “What’s your name?”

“Orla.”

“Orla? That’s a beautiful name. I’m Sergei. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Sergei.”

“So, you’re you’re my prize for tonight?”

“I sure hope so,” Velocity said, draping a finger down the man’s chest.

“Eager, aren’t we? I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“I want whatever you want me to be.”

“Is that right?” Dimitri chuckled. “Then I want you to take off those glasses and show me your pretty little eyes.” Velocity did as she was instructed, and Sergei took a quick breath through his clenched teeth. “I’ve always been a sucker for a redhead with green eyes. Did you know that?”

“Maybe…” Velocity said, batting her eyelashes. “My boss always aims to deliver what the client wants.”

“So far, I’m thinking that’s the case. Do you want to get away from these buffoons and spend some quality time with me in the other room, Orla?”

Velocity bit her lower lip and slowly nodded.

Sergei wrapped his arm around Velocity’s waist, and the two walked to the bedroom.

Before they reached the door, Dragan called from behind. “Boss!”

Fuck… Velocity thought. If he found my surprise, I don’t have a weapon nearby. I’ll need to be quick. Arm lock Sergei, use him as a shield, and push him into the others. Then retrieve a weapon from the table. Might have to forgo the bonus.

The pair spun in place, and Sergei grimaced. “What?”

“She hasn’t been checked.”

“Then what the hell have you all been doing this whole time? I swear I’m surrounded by incompetence.”

Velocity watched Dragan side-eye Dimitri before lowering his head.

The brigadier unwrapped his arm around her and eyed her up and down. “Go on and open your coat.”

Velocity pouted her bottom lip. “Aw… but I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

“Just open it up,” Sergei demanded, his tone cold and harsh.

Velocity held her clenched jaw through her fake smile as she unwrapped the surrounding sash around her fur coat. “Gladly. I have nothing to hide.” She opened her coat to reveal the all-black lingerie set she was wearing. A lace bra and panty, paired with a garter belt and black high heels. She spun in place, presenting herself to all the men in the room. Dimitri and the two younger guards all beamed.

After a few turns, she closed her coat and looked up at Sergei. “Satisfied?”

“You’re a bit more muscular for my taste, but you’ll do,” Sergei sighed. He looked over at his subordinate and shrugged his shoulders. “Are you happy now? Or are you wanting to watch too?”

Dragan crossed his hands in front of him and shook his head. “No boss. My apologies for the inconvenience. Please enjoy yourself.”

“I will!” Dragan said, slapping Velocity’s ass, to the whistles of the other men.

Velocity let out a playful shriek as she skipped inside the room. The bedroom was almost as big as the living room. A king bed, decorated in a purple and white gold headboard, filled up the back wall. A matching bench sat in front of it.

Ornate white dressers and wardrobes lined the walls, providing plenty of temporary storage. A separate opening led into a private bath with cream-colored tiles. Another shimmering violet drapery covered the door leading to the private balcony. A lone dinner cart with half-eaten food stood in the center of the room.

Velocity’s eyes darted across the room as she came up with her new plan. I don’t have my weapon from the case. The cuffs would have made this a lot easier. I’ll need to incapacitate him and immobilize him so I can question him. But the interior walls probably aren’t as thick as the exterior walls. I’ll need to add some noise.

Sergei interrupted her thoughts as he wrapped his arms around her. Velocity couldn’t help but shudder in disgust as she felt his warm alcoholic breath on her neck. She spun in place and slipped out from his grasp, leaving him holding just her coat.

“You’re quick,” Sergei grinned. “I’m not going to have to chase you, am I?”

“Patience, Sergei,” she said with a seductive smile before draping her finger across the top of her breasts. “You don’t want to skip your dinner before you get dessert, do you?”

“I’m not a patient man.”

“Trust me. I promise it will be worth it.” Velocity winked and grabbed Sergei’s hand. She led him to the bench. With a playful push on his shoulders, she sat him down before reaching into a side pocket of her coat. She pulled out her phone and glanced around the room.

“Does this room have a TV?” she asked.

“You want to watch TV?” Sergei asked, cocking his brow.

“No… I want to play some music.”

“Music? I think there’s one in that wardrobe over there.”

As Velocity swayed her way across the room, exaggerating the swing of her hips. I need to keep him distracted, she thought. That way, he won’t see the blow coming.

She glanced back and noticed he was leaning to the side, slack-jawed. His eyes were transfixed on her round bottom. She let out a playful giggle, which elicited a smile from her mark. Yeah, eat it up. It’s the last piece of ass you’ll ever see.

When Velocity reached the wardrobe, she grabbed onto the small handles and pulled it open. Thankfully, a flat screen TV stood on its base. She grabbed the remote and turned it on.

While she continued to sway her hips side to side, she scrolled to the settings and connected her phone’s Bluetooth. Once it connected, she pulled up her favorite music app and selected a trance playlist with a heavy beat. She cranked up the volume and hit play.

When the music started, she set her phone down and slowly turned, sliding her hand across her body. She swayed to the soft voice that built into a crescendo. Once it hit its peak, she popped her hips to the bass of the beat.

While she wasn’t a trained dancer, her years figure skating always came in handy at the most opportune moments. It had the benefit of keeping her flexible, athletic, and agile. On the ice, she was taught to be graceful. With just a few subtle tweaks, grace became erotic.

When she saw Sergei’s frustrated glare, it made her smile. Not because she wanted it, but because he was playing right into her hand. As she turned, she dropped her ass to the floor. She slowly rose, bouncing her thick bottom. His gawking eyes followed. It was at that moment she knew she had him.

She danced her way across the room until she was a leg length away. As he attempted to reach out for her, she smacked his hand away and playfully swung her finger side-to-side. The denial only seemed to fuel his desire as he bounced like a child on the edge of his seat.

She swung her leg overhead as he laughed at her flexibility, but it wasn’t for his enjoyment. It was for her to judge the distance. It was perfect. She was ready.

Don’t trigger the burst, she thought. I don’t want to kill him.

As she traced her leg overhead once more, she continued the momentum. She jerked her hip, launching her leg around. Her heel landed perfectly across Sergei’s temple. The mafioso’s body slumped to the side, unconscious.

I’ve got to be quick, Velocity thought. There’s no telling how long he’ll be out.

Velocity jumped on top of the bed and grabbed Sergei’s arms. She grunted as she lifted the heavy-set man onto the bed. Her back arched as she dug her heels into the lush mattress until the body was square in between all the bed posts.

Satisfied with his position, she jumped off the bed and sprinted over to the food cart. She grabbed a steak knife before returning to the bed. With a powerful thrust, she stabbed the sheet and cut it into long strands. When she had a bundle, she pulled on them, testing their durability.

Velocity made her way to each of Sergei’s appendages. She tied the makeshift ropes around his arms and legs before tying the other ends to the bedpost. With what excess she had left, she stuffed it into his mouth.

The ball gag would have been better, she thought. Now it’s time to question him and get the hell out of here.

Velocity pulled out a small sealed capsule from the inside of her lip. After unwrapping the seal of plastic from the plastic tube, she dumped a paper sealed ammonia stick into her hand.

“This should get him up,” Velocity said. With the blade pressed firmly against his neck, she snapped the smelling salt and waved it under his nose.

Sergei jerked awake, his eyes frantically darted around the room as he got his bearings. When they settled on Velocity, she sneered. He shouted muffled curses and flopped around hopelessly on the bed. The ongoing club music drowned out any hope of someone hearing them.

The assassin raised a finger to her lips and pressed the pointed end of the knife harder into his jugular. A small bead of blood poured from the point which settled the man down.

Velocity leaned forward next to his ear so he could hear her over the blaring music. “Listen Sergei. There’s only two ways for you to get out of here. One, you answer my questions truthfully. I leave and your men find you a few hours later and untie you. Or the other… you lie. I cut your throat. You’ll die here bleeding out on these expensive sheets, wallowing in your own piss and shit. Your choice. Do you understand me?”

Sergei nodded.

“Good. Just nod your head for yes and shake your head no. Then this will be all over.”

He nodded again.

“On March twenty-sixth there was someone that hit Matić’s men and stole a truck carrying half a million dollars in cocaine. Was that you and your boys?”

Sergei nodded.

“Is it still live?”

He nodded again.

“Is it at your base of operations off of Kalnićka?”

Sergei smiled, shook his head, and muttered something Velocity assumed was “You’ll never figure it out.”

Velocity smacked the man across the face, leaving a red handprint across his cheek. “I said nod your head for yes and shake your head for no. If you speak one more time, you’re losing blood.”

The mafia leader grunted and scowled as he pulled at the straps again. His captor laughed as he broke out in a sweat, doing his best to come untied. After half a minute of floundering, he sunk into the bed, panting.

“Are you done?” Velocity asked. When the muffled assault continued, she plunged the pointed steak knife into Sergei’s shoulder. His white dress shirt filled with red as his muffled scream filled the room. His tough act vanished, replaced by heavy sobs and tears.

“I’m done playing with you Sergei,” Velocity stressed. “This was your only warning. Now, is it at the Cerak location?”

Sergei shook his head.

“The Airport?”

Again, he shook his head.

“Batajnica, Zemun, or Mirijevo?”

He shook his head once more.

Velocity sat on her heels as she took a moment to think. The man I questioned listed nearly a dozen names of where they could stash it. Maybe he didn’t mean for them to be different… though. Maybe they all have something in common?

It was at that moment the answer presented itself. “It’s the metro, isn’t it?”

Sergei’s eyes shot open, almost in disbelief. It was a clear enough yes for her.

Satisfied that she had her answer, she leaned next to her captive’s ear and whispered. “Thank you for your help. Oh… but before I go, there’s one more thing… Matić sends his regards.

Velocity silenced his cries as she stabbed the knife deep in his throat. His gasps became a gurgled choking as she sawed the blade down his neck like she was carving a piece of meat. Blood splattered all over her and the bed. His legs and arms twitched in place as his mind tried to process his death. When his body slumped and his eyes dilated, she knew it was done.

With a chunky jerk, Velocity pooled the knife from his throat. She walked calmly into the bathroom and checked herself in the backlit mirror. There were specks of blood along her face. The familiar sight flashed memories of her latest kills into her mind.

She felt a torrent of shame, disgust, but pride. While she never enjoyed killing, she saw it as necessary. The world’s justice systems were as corrupt as those that policed them. Evil men needed to be removed from this world, and if that meant she had to suffer to see it through, she was content with her choice.

Velocity spent the next few minutes cleaning the blood off of her body with a lush towel and soap. She always wore dark colors when she worked because they hid blood better. When she’d painted the white quartz pink, she grabbed the knife and walked around the room. She checked all the dressers and drawers, searching for any additional information.

It was in the nightstand that she found what she was looking for. She retrieved a cell phone and pistol that she assumed were Sergei’s. She grabbed them both before retrieving her fur coat and phone. After wrapping it around her body, she tied the sash tight around her waist.

Velocity pressed the magazine release on the side and checked the magazine. Eighteen bullets… I only need four, she thought. But it’s going to be loud. I should try to make it back to the case if I can.

Velocity inserted the magazine and pulled the slide back to chamber a round. She ensured the safety was off before sliding it into her fur pocket. Only then did she turn off the music. After taking a few calming breaths, she put a fresh piece of gum in her mouth, walked to the bedroom door, and opened it.

She pranced around the door and slowly closed it to play up that she was attempting to be quiet. Her eyes glanced across the room and noticed the four guards sitting on the couches watching a European football match. When they heard the door shut, Dragan stood from the couch and approached her, meeting her halfway in the wide living room.

“Is everything all right?” he asked.

“I’m done!” Velocity said, bright eyed and grinning.

“Already?”

“Are you four wanting a round? If so, it’s going to cost you extra.”

Dragan’s jaw dropped, and he stammered. “N-no, I—this was for the boss only.”

“Well, then I’m leaving.”

“Very well. We attempted to put your…things back inside your case for you.”

“Such a gentleman,” Velocity said, swiping her hand across his jacket. After Dragan gave a half smile and nodded, the assassin walked over to the case which sat on a side table.

Without hesitating, Velocity reached inside and pressed the hidden release, triggering the back panel to pop out. She retrieved her custom-built nine-millimeter caliber pistol that was built with an oversized internal suppressor. When she stood, her powers activated.

Her Burst, as she called it, always triggered when she needed it to. Her body moved at inhuman speeds, either during hand-to-hand combat or when she shot a weapon. The effect didn’t last long and too much use drained her mentally and physically. However, in short circumstances, it gave her an unmatched edge. To her, everything stood still as she moved. To everyone else, it looked as if she teleported across the battlefield.

That’s why, when she spun and raised her weapon, Dragan still had the stupid grin on his face. Four squeezes of her trigger were all it took. Blood splattered onto the wall and furniture just as the crowd cheered. The small cracks of the shots were little more than someone tapping a ruler on a desk. Loud enough to be audible, but quiet enough not to draw attention.

After ensuring none of the men were more than they appeared to be, Velocity picked up her bullet casings and stuffed them into her pocket. She dumped the contents of her case back out and pressed another hidden button. The back popped open, revealing a handmade bomb tied to a digital timer. While pairing with the time on her phone, the assassin set it to detonate in ten minutes. With her business taken care of, she put on sunglasses and exited the room.

Velocity made her way back down the VIP elevator, marched across the white-tiled entrance, and exited the spinning front doors. She scooted across the street after ignoring the farewell from the doorman she’d met earlier.

With a press of her rental’s key fob, Velocity climbed inside the car. She took a minute to pull off the red wig and hair net, allowing her dirty blonde hair to fall to her shoulders. After brushing out her hands with her fingers, she pulled out the green contacts and looked at her blue eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“That’s better,” she groaned before starting the car. She eased her way out of the parking lot. As she turned onto the main street, the ten-minute timer ended.

The explosion shook her car’s frame. She gazed into her mirrors to see the fireball plume into the sky. Bits of rock, wood, and steel rained from above. Distant sirens screamed into the air as she drove away.

Ugh, I can’t wait for a shower, she thought to herself. I better call the client and get this over with.

Velocity pulled out her phone, opened the Webber app, and selected the contact’s number. It only rang once before a grizzled voice with a thick accent answered the phone.

“Is it done?” Matić asked.

“Yes,” Velocity said. “Walk to your balcony. You’ll hear the sirens.”

A moment of silence passed before Matić returned, chuckling. “Ah… music to my ears. What of the cargo?”

“It’s located in the metro.”

“Where?”

“That’s going to have to be good enough,” Velocity said brazenly.

“Very well. I’m feeling generous, and you rid us of a thorn. The payment and bonus will be sent to your account within the next hour.”

“Thank you.”

“If you’re still going to be in town for a few days. I’d love to—”

Velocity hung up the phone and tossed it into her seat. She rolled down her window and let the cool air blow over her sweaty forehead. The adrenalin was wearing off, and exhaustion settled in.

When her phone rang again, Velocity snarled. “He better not be calling me back, trying for another date.” She let it ring a few more times before relenting. After letting out an exaggerated sigh, she picked up the phone. Her hand hesitated, and she furrowed her brows as she looked at the shaking Webber app.

“This is V.”

“Hey Vel, this is Mr. Webb,” Gunner said with an evident smile.

When she heard the unexpected voice, her chest tightened. The excitement spread down her arms, tingling her fingers. She sat up in her seat and rolled up her window. Trying to contain her emotions, she cleared her throat.

“Good evening, Mr. Webb,” Velocity said, stoically. “How are you?”

“I’m very good. How has the equipment been treating you?”

“Very well. The Leopard has proved invaluable. Its ergonomics and suppression are unlike anything I’ve experienced. It’s been a most welcomed gift. I’ll likely need to place another ammunition order soon.”

“I’m thrilled to hear that. You’ve always been one of my best customers, and I’ve always appreciated the directness of how you do business.”

For the first time tonight, Velocity smiled a genuine smile. “I’m happy to hear that, Mr. Webb.”

“How did your job go tonight? I’m guessing by the Belgrade news, it went well?”

Velocity’s heart thumped. She didn’t know how he could have known she was there. Only she and her client knew. However, Mr. Webb always had a way of knowing everything that was happening in his sphere of influence. It’s why he was one of the best fixers.

“Of course you would know,” she said, on the verge of laughter. “It did. Thank you for asking.”

“It’s part of my job to know. But I don’t mean to take up too much of your time. I’m calling about business. I’m assuming, given your current job is complete, that you’d be available for immediate work?”

“How immediate?”

“We’re executing within the week, so we’re on a tight schedule. However, you’d be compensated accordingly.”

“How much?”

“If you leave tonight, twenty-five thousand for the conversation, plus any travel, food, and lodging expenses. If you accept the job, you’ll be compensated an additional two hundred and twenty-five thousand.”

You don’t have to pay me to listen to you speak, Velocity thought. She always found herself attracted to Gunner’s voice. “Can you share any additional details? How long of an engagement?”

“I’d like for you to come to the office and discuss it. However, I can say it’s a team job with special cargo and civilian contractors, hence the previously mentioned price. Shouldn’t take more than a few days.”

Dammit… I was supposed to go and see Nel after this job, Velocity thought. I told her I would visit. It’s been a few months because the jobs just keep coming. But… I’d get to see Gunner, and he always pays the best.

“And there’s no way this could wait a week?” Velocity asked.

“Unfortunately not,” Gunner said somberly. “The job is for a critical client and time sensitive. If you’re unable—”

Her tone reverted to her business self. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Perfect!” Gunner gleamed. “Send me your flight details and I’ll have a driver waiting for you at the airport.”

“I will.”

“And Vel? I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

Velocity blushed, not sure how to respond. “Okay.”

When the phone disconnected, the warmth she felt in her body shifted into disappointment as she smacked the top of her forehead.

“You idiot!” she shouted. “Why can’t you just be a normal fucking human being? All you had to say was me too, but… okay? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She rolled down the window once more to cool off. Looks like there won’t be any relaxing bath for me. I’ll need to check flights and check out once I get back to my hotel. I just hope Nel won’t be too mad that she’ll have to wait a bit longer.