Sherkaan the warrior nun
by Hamlet



Hussein Vayasin had been holding court at his usual afternoon spot at the
Front of a caf� called the Scimitar in Stoke Newington in north London. The
discussion was about what to do with the latest problem for the Bombers, the
mainly Kurdish street gang of which he was the leader and which mainly
operated in the Stoke Newington area of London.

Although it had started out as only a minor irritation, it was now a fully
fledged problem. The problem was one Congolese Woman and a Norse Woman who had
moved into the neighbourhood... They were stirring up the residents to clean
up the area. Now the residents had started to respond and it was becoming much
more difficult for the gang to pursue their criminal activities.

The two women were Sister Sherkaan Nyamwisi of the Warrior Nuns and an
Honorary m

Norselandic Citizen and Judge Vammarstad of the Royal Overseas Judges .They
had moved in as part of the British Norselandic Treaty to do something about
Britain's growing gang culture as part of the WACT (War against Terrorism).

London Turks and Kurds controlled much of the heroin importation to the UK,and
occasionally their feuds had broken out into open warfare, as in the infamous
Battle of Green Lanes, when 40 men armed with guns, knives and baseball bats
battled outside a social club. By the time police arrived, 21 men had been
injured, one fatally. 'It is family controlled and for years it

has remained covert,' said a senior Metropolitan Police officer of the Turkish
heroin trade. "It is extremely powerful, controlled more from Istanbul than
London.'

In interviews with journalists, Husssein portrayed himself as a kind of
International Man of Violence, a gangster who had financed both the Turkish
ruling classes and the separatists of the Kurdish Workers' arty, or PKK - and
who would not hesitate to order the killing of those who insulted his honour.
"I would travel with a gun in one hand and a diplomatic passport in the

other," he boasted.

. The discussion cantered on what to do about these two Women. The suggestions
from the thirty or so Bombers listening to Hussein covered everything from
threatening Their Mothers (who unfortunately were in Norseland) to killing
them .All at once Hussein noticed the loud talking had died out. The silence
was overwhelming. All of the Bombers present were

staring at something directly behind him.

Hussein turned his head to see for himself what had distracted them. "What the
hell! He saw was a very attractive Black Woman. She was very tall at least 6
inches taller than him. Her nose was a little to long and Her jaw line a
little to strong to be truly beautiful, but Her flashing DARK eyes, Her Black
hair, and high cheekbones made Her look striking. She was wearing a

skin tight rubber cat suit with high heeled boots that showed Her really
muscular shoulders the thigh length boots emphasised the sheer power of Her
legs. The effect was completed by Her long latex gloves that went right up Her
arms

"Hello Hussein how are you? My name is Sister Sherkaan of the Sisters of Mercy
or the Warrior Nuns.

Hussein was overwhelmed by Her size and build.

"I've heard all about you. Could you take a few minutes and come by my office
this evening?"he thought it was time to show Her who was in control. "If you
want to see me, you can come by our place tonight. We are having a 'board of
directors' meeting at ten o'clock. You can come by then if you want to. "

"Who is this so-called 'board of directors' anyway?"

. "Just three of us. Me, Abdullah who you know and George , the big guy over
there. He's in charge of security."

Hussein pointed to a big black man. He was big everywhere, big shoulders,

Big arms, big legs, big gut.

"Maybe I'll see you at ten I'd like to bring a Colleaugue with Me Juliet."
Sherkaan said and turned to leave. As She walked back down the street to Her
small office She heard whistles and cat-calls.

Hussein was slim and wiry. He was about five-nine and one hundred and forty
pounds. He was an expert with a knife. That was how he got and maintained
control of the Bombers. It was said he could cut you and you wouldn't even
know it until you blood was all over the sidewalk.

Abdullah was bigger at five-ten and one-eighty. He was a vicious fighter, but
he were the actual brains of the outfit. He was a computer genius and
excellent with numbers. His main job was keeping the business end running
smoothly.

Sherkaan did not know the last man, George, but she assumed from his size that
he was the muscle, and used to intimidate when needed.

She knew that . now they had taken over the neighbourhood and were terrorizing
the people who had lived there for years. Another of the complaints She heard
was about the scum who came to the neighbourhood to buy drugs.

Sherkaan knew She could be asking for trouble, by going to see Hussein, but
decided it was worth the risk. If She and Juliet could beat his thugs
senseless, the people could live in safety once again.

Sherkaan decided to wash at the ROJ Headquaters and shower before going out
tonight As She took off Her clothes, She checked herself out in the mirror.
She liked what She saw. Her

strikingly attractive face topped off an amazing body. Wide, strong, shoulders
tapered to a firm waist. Her breasts were really large, and jutted straight
out from Her muscled chest. A bra was strictly an accessory for Her. Her legs
were muscular but sexily attractive.

And then there were Her arms. Large veins ran up and down Her arms. When She
turned her arm, muscles writhed like snakes in Her strong forearms. She struck
a sexy pose, and then flexed Her bicep. A mountainous peak leaped up, then
subsided as She relaxed. Horseshoe shaped triceps sprang to life when flexed
and also disappeared when relaxed. She held Her hand up in front of Her face.
It was larger than usual for any person of Her size. Slowly She clenched it
into a hard brown ball of a fist. Looking at that fist a half smile played
across Her lips

She stepped on the scale "One-forty six" it read. She began to get dressed.She
selected tight rubber shorts that Her thighs almost filled completely. A
sleeveless rubber jerkin covered her muscular stomach. Calf length boots and
gloves completed the outfit checking Her watch She saw it was time to leave.

I'M COMING FOR YOU HUSSEIN!!'

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