Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... now completely invisible. Examining the remains of the small side road she’d been looking for, ignoring the smaller trees, she could just see where meandered through the forest. She turned the suit off, since this would be just a walk in the woods, for which shorts and a top were more comfortable, refitted her sun glasses, then followed the road. She lost the trail a couple of times, but Div was monitoring her progress, and a green line would show on the heads up display to guide her back on track without anything being said. After an hour’s walking, she came into a grassy clearing at the bottom end of a shallow valley, with a cliff face on one side, and the dense forest on the other. 500 yards up the valley stood a house and a few outbuildings, and there was a small stream trickling down the forest side of the valley. Joyce made her way up to the house, which was locked and shuttered, looking quite sturdy considering it had been deserted for so many years. Over by the cliff face was the mine entrance, a few small bushes flanking the heavy iron gate which was securely locked with a padlock on a large chain that ran through a hole drilled into the rock. Joyce inspected the lock, there was no way it was coming off without a key, or some power tools, or dynamite to blow it up, so she wasn’t going to get inside and realise her dream. That didn’t mean she couldn’t run the test she’d been thinking about ever since she’d found out what this strange Guyver unit was capable of. ...

... “Visor on”, Joyce commanded, now totally at ease with an alien bio-suit that was wrapping round her head, and the high tech display that replaced her normal vision. “Scan for Gold, surface depth only, range 30 feet,” the request rolled off her tongue as if she were ordering a McDonald’s, but her eyes were glued to the spectrograph display as she slowly turned full circle. And there was – nothing! OK, nothing lying on the ground for her to pick up. “I should be so damn lucky”, she thought. “Same scan,” she continued, “depth four inches.” If there was any gold laid about for the last fifty years, it was probably covered in grass and leaves, and it might take a bit more finding, but Joyce wasn’t in any hurry, so she would be patient and methodical. Nothing turned up in this scan either, and Joyce was going to adjust the depth again, when she considered how many she would have to do before she found something, or else gave up. Part of the problem was that she didn’t know enough about the capabilities of the Guyver, and at the moment she was treating it like a high tech metal detector you see at the beach. What Joyce needed was an expert. “Div,” she said, “how easy would it be to scan this area for gold deposits?” The voice in her ear asked how large an area she wanted to cover, and remembering the limitations on the first scan she’d done back at the cabin, she asked if 500 yards in all directions would be possible. “The valley floor will be no problem,” Div replied, “to the tree line, ...