Roadblock took the once in a lifetime op to attack
the Baroness from her flank
Caught in a vulnerable position dressed only in her skivies
Anastassia did not hesitate to countermove the surgical mask
clamped tight over her face with a massive muscled arm that
was now vice gripping her waist, and both arms
Roadblock compared the experience of subdueing Cobra's Femme
Fatale to riding a Bull !
For 15 seconds Anastassia put up a fierce
resistance , bucking ,kicking , twisiting , and reverse headbutting
the unseen attacker that had her wrestled into and un escapeable hold
With each inhale of Somnax gas , the raven haired agent of chaos was
force drowned into unconscious.
20 seconds into the fight Anastasia was unable to lift her arms. Her thick
muscled legs went wet noodle into awkward directions.
From her drunken perspective with ears ringing, the makeshift wardroom disappeared
down a dark tunnel
A throaty wet cough came from beneath the smother mask
Anastassia could not access where she was and who was holding her
She felt stoned .The desire to sleep was overwhelming
Roadblock felt relief when a soft female buttocks slumped against his knees.
The Cobra Agent's unconscious body was supported totaly by her Joe Agent captor
"Sorry Miss, I can't hit a girl , Try an sleep now" he whispered to a sleepy face
holding the smother mask firm until the puplils in her blue
eyes dilated following by the down curtain of heavy lids fluttering shut
Respectfully and gently, he lowered his captive to the carpet