Dressed once again in her form fitting red blouse...white skirt...and white closed toe stilettos...seated behind the wheel of her BMW X-6 vehicle...JACKIE JAGESSAR...was on a mission. While most people knew her as a former beauty queen turned successful businesswoman...they did not know that Jackie secretly battled the criminal elements in the twin island Caribbean nation of Trinidad and Tobago...in the form of her sexy super-powered alter-ego...clad in a thin tight ocelot pelt bodysuit ...as TIGER CAT. As she drove towards her destination...Jackie remembered briefly how she had woken up stark naked on the floor of her office on the ground floor of her restaurant...Jackie's On The Boulevard...after having a meeting with shifty Syrian businessman...JERRY HADEED.
Jackie vaguely remembered signing some documents so Hadeed could acquire some land which she owned in the eastern part of Trinidad...before being overwhelmed by powerful erotic urges...which for--d her to strip off her clothes....and then finger herself in her cunt...until she passed out. "How did that happen?...I just couldn't help myself...Why did I sign over that land to that sleaze Jerry Hadeed?" wondered Jackie.
However before she could ponder that thought any further...the orphanage came into view. The HOME FOR LOST SOULS...was a sprawling two storey structure...which she contributed to financially...that housed orphan boys and girls. As she drove on to the compound...Jackie saw a stocky white woman in nun's attire waiting to greet her on the doorstep of the building. This was SISTER AGNES O'RILEY...a 60 year old Irish nun...who was the administrator of the orphanage. For her part...Sister Agnes smiled as she watched the beauteous East Indian businesswoman get out of her vehicle and walk towards her. "Miss Jagessar...What a pleasant surprise...Do you have time to stay for tea? asked Sister Agnes as she extended her right hand to greet Jackie.
"Unfortunately no Sister...but I have something which I need to discuss with you" replied Jackie...as she shook hands with the Irish nun. "Oh but of course..." said Sister Agnes as she ushered Jackie inside of the building and towards her office. On the way there...Jackie noticed an 18 year old East Indian girl with long curly black hair...in a baggy pink dress...sweeping the dining area. "That girl...Something about her seems familiar" thought Jackie. However the businesswoman put that thought to the back of her mind as she entered Sister Agnes' office. She sat in a chair before Sister Agnes desk...crossing her long right muscular brown leg over its left counterpart...as the nun took her seat on the other side of the desk.
Reaching into her purse...Jackie revealed the silver button to Sister Agnes. "Do you know what this is?" asked Jackie as she showed her the silver button. The nun's grey eyes blinked briefly. "It's a button" replied Sister Agnes. "Yes...It was found in my restaurant by one of my staff...I thought it looked familiar...like something worn by the kids at the orphanage..." said Jackie...carefully gauging the reactions of the nun to the button. "Well...We get a lot of donations of clothing from generous persons and groups Miss Jagessar...I can look into it if you wish...The children know they shouldn't be frequenting places where they are under age for entry" replied the nun.
"That would be helpful...I've got another appointment to attend to...Thanks for your time Sister Agnes" said Jackie as she put the button back in her purse...stood up and walked out of the office...closing the door behind her. She did not see the change in the nun's facial expression from friendly to suspicious. As she walked through the inner courtyard of the building towards the exit...and her parked BMW X-6...Jackie saw the young girl still sweeping...and walked over to her. Hearing the sounds of Jackie's heels against the concrete tiled interior...the teenage girl stopped and turned to look at her. "You...You're Jackie Jagessar...the beauty queen..." said the girl as she looked at the beauteous businesswoman...in her form fitting attire...which highlighted her stunning body...feeling a little intimidated as she spoke to the older woman.
"Yes...That was a long time ago...What's your name honey?" asked Jackie. "My name's STACIE...STACIE SINGH" replied the girl. Jackie also studied the teenage girl standing before her. She seemed to be shapely but also a bit stocky...her long curly black hair flowing from the top of her head on to her shoulders. "This girl's clothes don't do her justice...I get the feeling there's a lot more to her than meets the eye..." thought Jackie. Just then the businesswoman had a thought and showed Stacie the button. "Can you tell me anything about this button Stacie?" asked Jackie. "Yeah...A lot of the boys here wear it...on their polo shirts" replied Stacie. "That's interesting...Are any of them here now?...I'd like to talk to one of them about it" said Jackie.
"No...When they're not in school...they go out to do some community work...painting walls and stuff...at least that's what Sister Agnes says...only we girls are still here in the daytime...Excuse me" replied Stacie...as she walked away from Jackie...as a pair of male orderlies in their olive green uniforms approached. Jackie put the button away before they could notice it...and continued walking towards the exit. Getting into her BMW X-6...Jackie reflected on what she had learnt from her visit to the orphanage.
"That girl Stacie may have given me some invaluable information...which Sister Agnes could know a lot more about than she's telling me...I'd better get back to the restaurant and get things ready for tonight...when I change into Tiger Cat and do my investigations" resolved Jackie as she started her vehicle and drove away.
Port-of-Spain
10 pm.
As her restaurant closed its doors for the night...in the penthouse apartment located above it...businesswoman Jackie Jagessar...prepared to go to work against the criminal element of Trinidad and Tobago. In the privacy of her bedroom...Jackie kicked off her black high heel shoes... then proceeded to slip out of her red cocktail dress...her black lace bra...and black lace panties...until her voluptuous and muscular brown body was exposed in all its naked glory. Entering her closet...she accessed a secret compartment to obtain attire more suited to fighting criminals rather than serving as a hostess.
After tying her shoulder length brown hair into place...so that it hugged the contours of her head and neck...Jackie slipped her long muscular brown legs into the bottom of a thin tight ocelot pelt body suit. Her erotic brown feet...with sexy toes that sported glossy ivory toenails...were visible through the special stockings which covered them. Te spotted suit highlighted every inch of Jackie's taut abdomen...her large firm breasts...capped at their summits by oversized nipples. as it was moved into place.
Jackie slipped her arms into her costume's sleeves which had claw-like gloves at the ends. The mask cowl was slipped over her head... leaving only the lower part of her nose and all of her full red lips.. Her brown eyes were concealed behind the yellow slits of the cowl mask while cat's ears stood atop it head. Jackie then wrapped a black, multi-compartmental belt across her shapely waist and secured it in place by clicking the ocelot head belt buckle. "Time to get into action as Tiger Cat!" resolved Jackie as she stood clad in her crime fighting attire.
Her large firm bust swaying gently from side to side...the Trinidadian Temptress sauntered into her bedroom closet...accessing the secret elevator therein...which carried her straight down...to her Tiger Den...located several feet underground...beneath the penthouse apartment and the restaurant. "Feels a little strange Johnny not being here to help me...but I know he's safe spending time with his father...as part of our joint custody arrangement..." thought Tiger Cat as she exited the lift...and walked towards her Tiger Car that was parked in the middle of the underground lair...every curve of her voluptuous body framed against the fabric of her thin tight ocelot pelt bodysuit.
"However that young girl at the orphanage today...Stacie Singh...she was most helpful... Sister Agnes was not being forthcoming with me about the silver button I found outside of the warehouse in El Socorro...That its worn on the polo shirts of boys at the orphanage...She said the teenage boys at the orphanage do outside jobs...Could those jobs be illegal?...Who could be using those boys to commit criminal acts?...I've got to get to the bottom of this...Then I'll confront Sister Agnes with the evidence...get her to confess what she knows..." resolved Jackie as she got into her sleek spotted sports car. The engine tumbled to life.
Putting her vehicle in gear...her erotic brown feet working the pedals...Tiger Cat sped out of her underground lair...emerging via an abandoned water main...on to the streets of Port-of-Spain...as she headed out in search of these criminals. However as she began her nightly patrol of the city...the Buxom Trinidadian Amazon found herself thinking about Stacie Singh. There was something about that teenage girl which she couldn't put her finger on. "Strange how she knew a lot about my past as a beauty queen...I also got the strangest feeling that I met her before..." thought Tiger Cat as she searched for leads that would take her to the criminals who knocked her out a few days earlier.
Cosmos Gym
East Port-of-Spain
10 pm
In the shadows of the abandoned boxing gym...a shapely figure dealt a flurry of punches and kicks to a punching bag...with uncanny timing...and brutal force. Clad in a thin tight black tank top and black shorts...which revealed a curvaceous and muscular brown body...her long curly black hair tied into a series of thick braids ...which kept it from hampering her movements...Stacie Singh took a breather...in what had been her regular training regimen for the last few weeks...since she pulled an unconscious and topless Tiger Cat out of the water at Sea Lots.
This was a secret she kept from everyone at the orphanage...when she slipped out late at night...and went roaming about the city. Apart from the fact that she concealed her busty figure from everyone...through the baggy clothes that she wore...Stacie was also very skilled in kickboxing...and wrestling. Dabbing the sweat off her body with a towel...Stacie walked barefoot across the floor to a notice board...where she had pinned a series of newspaper stories about the Tiger Cat...who had been her idol for a long time. Looking at an article in the TT Sentinel that was written by new American journalist Terry Jones...Stacie was angry that Jones and the rest of the media...were trying to blame her for several recent crimes in the city.
"Tiger Cat does so much good for people...and these clowns want to make everyone think she's a criminal...I'm not going to let that happen!" vowed Stacie cleaning her fists for emphasis. Looking at a photo of her idol...clad in her thin tight ocelot pelt bodysuit... Stacie made a promise. "Don't worry Tiger Cat!...I'll find a way to show everybody that you're innocent..." said the buxom teenage girl.
St James district
Port-of-Spain
11 pm
Terry Jones walked along the popular night strip known as Ariapita Avenue...as he headed back towards the One Woodbrook Plaza...residential/commercial building complex where he had an apartment since relocating from Detroit to Trinidad. Since leaving the offices of the TT Sentinel newspaper in downtown Port-of-Spain...Terry had been checking out several of the bars and nightclubs along the strip...trying to get information from the regulars about the latest crime wave in the city...and about any sightings of Tiger Cat. As he thought about the Titan Titted Trinidadian...Terry could not help but be aroused by the images of her voluptuous and muscular body framed by her thin tight bodysuit.
Distracted by his thoughts about the sexy Trinidadian lady crime fighter...Terry was unaware that his questions had attracted someone else's attention...or that two thugs were following him. As he neared One Wood Brook Plaza...three more thugs who were waiting in the shadows of a nearby alley...ambushed him as he walked by. "What the...?!" cried Terry in surprise as he was suddenly grabbed by the three thugs and dragged into the alley...the two thugs who were following him...joining their comrades in the alley. "Yuh askin too much question reporter man!...We go teach yuh ah lesson!" snarled one of the thugs...as all five of them pulled out blackjacks and started to beat him about the head and body.
"Uhh!!...Help!!...Uhh!!...Help!!..Uhh!!..Uhh!!" groaned Terry as he lay on the ground...trying unsuccessfully to shield himself from the barrage of blows being meted out to him...in the confines of the darkened alley. "Ain't nobody go help yuh Yankee man!" snarled one of the thugs...as he and his four comrades...acting on their instructions...continued to beat the American journalist all about the head and upper body. However..as the thugs meted out their punishment to Terry Jones...a curved spotted object came whistling through the air towards them. They stopped as it struck down one of their number...before arching back through the air to its owner.
The thugs eyes widened and their jaws dropped open as the Tiger-Rang was grasped in the right hand of a woman...whose voluptuous and muscular body was clad in a skin tight ocelot pelt bodysuit...her identity concealed behind a cowl mask...which exposed only the lower part of her nose and all of her full red lips...cat's ears perking up atop her head. "Back off crooks!!...That man 's under my protection!" declared Tiger Cat as she placed her weapon back into the Tiger Belt that was entwined around her wide curvy waist...and she strolled towards them...her large firm bust swaying sexily underneath her costume. "We go fix yuh Tiga Kyat!!...Get she!!" snarled one of the thugs...and all four rushed them.
Lying on the ground...dazed from his blows...Terry Jones was reduced to the role of spectator...watching as the four gangsters charged towards the Buxom Trinidadian Amazon...who he had made it his mission to expose. Whether it was the blows he sustained to his head and upper body...or the surprise of her appearance...Terry was mesmerised by the way the heroine's voluptuous and muscular body was framed against her thin tight ocelot pelt bodysuit as she battled the four thugs. He watched as she twisted her awesome body out of the way of the wild swing of a thug's blackjack as he tried to hit her in the head. Her reaction was lightning fast nailing the thug in the throat with a right hand karate chop.
Pivoting on the ball of her erotic right brown foot...Tiger Cat whirled around...extending her long left muscular leg...driving the ball of her erotic left brown foot into the face of a second thug...who thought he could catch her by surprise. Things seemed to move in slow motion for Terry as he watched the thug's head rock backwards from the force of the blow...his mouth wide open as he groaned in pain...also taking the time to admire the perfect curvature of the sexy toes of the voluptuous vigilante's erotic left brown foot...which like the sexy toes of her erotic right brown foot...sported glossy ivory toenails which were visible through the translucent stockings which covered them both.
As the sexy Trinidadian lady crime fighter felled a third thug with a right fist to the jaw...to the jaw...the last thug standing lost his nerve. "Let we get outta here!" he yelled to his fallen comrades...who got up off the ground...and followed him...as they fled out of the alley. Tiger Cat was about to pursue them when she heard Terry groan behind her. "I've got no choice...I'll have to let those criminals get away...Their victim needs my attention" resolved Tiger Cat as she turned and strolled towards Terry Jones.
Squatting on the balls of her erotic brown feet...her sexy toes with glossy ivory toenails evenly spaced...her famed large firm breasts bunching together underneath her thin tight ocelot pelt bodysuit...Tiger Cat helped the dazed American newspaper journalist into a sitting position on the ground. "It's all right...You're safe now...Are you badly hurt?" asked the Trinidadian Temptress...as she was now able to get a good look at the victim. Despite the bruises on his face...he was a handsome man of African descent. His slightly tattered shirt...offered her a glimpse of what appeared to be a lean and toned ebony upper torso. Jackie felt her famous oversized Tiger Nipples...stiffen slightly as she gazed upon this handsome black man who she had saved.
Terry also had a good opportunity to size up the mystery masked and costumed woman who had just saved his life. He felt her strong hands as she exerted superhuman strength to lift him up into a sitting position. He found himself looking into the yellow slits of her cowl mask...watching her flaring nostrils...the texture of her moist...full red lips...then her large firm bust...framed against her thin tight ocelot pelt bodysuit...as well as a pair of large spherical outlines on the fabric...telling him she had the largest pair of nipples he had ever seen on any woman...and that she was slightly aroused at the moment. Terry also felt his member stiffening between his thighs...a bulge starting to become visible against the fabric of his pants.
"It's all right now...You're in safe hands now my friend...My hands" said the Trinidadian Temptress...as she slowly helped him to stand up. "You...You're that masked woman...Tiger Cat!" said Terry as she kept watching her...his gaze focusing particularly on her large firm bust. "Ooooh...I can feel my Tiger Nipples...getting hard...just by him looking at me...starting to feel light headed...No...must stay focused" thought Jackie as she felt her brown eyes beginning to flutter behind the yellow slits of her cowl mask. "That's right...You must have read about me in the papers...You're not from Trinidad are you...I can tell by your accent" replied Tiger Cat.
As his senses slowly returned...Terry remembered his mission about unmasking Tiger Cat...who had conveniently saved him from a group of muggers. "Name's Jones....Terry Jones" he replied. This changed everything for the Trinidadian Temptress and she let go of the American journalist. "You're the one who's writing those articles about me...Misleading people into thinking I'm a criminal!" quipped Tiger Cat as she stepped back from Terry. "You are a criminal lady!...How do I know that you didn't hire those punks to mug me...Just so you could find out what I got on you...I'm going to expose you!" declared Terry...as he stepped towards her...his hands raised...directed towards her cowl mask.
"Not likely Mr Jones!" quipped the Titan Titted Trinidadian...as she grabbed hold of his wrists. Pivoting on the balls of her erotic brown feet...Tiger Cat lifted the larger Terry Jones off his feet...and flung him over her right shoulders into a dumpster. As he rolled around inside of the dumpster...the Trinidadian Temptress assumed her heroic pose...hands balled into fists resting on either side of her wide curvy waist...her long muscular legs spread slightly apart...her erotic brown feet resting flat on the ground...her large firm breasts thrust forward with confidence.
"For the record Mr Jones...I'm a super heroine...I fight for justice and protect innocent people in Trinidad and Tobago...Your questions clearly are attracting the attention of the criminals I fight against...but don't worry...rest assured if you find yourself in trouble again...I won't be far away" quipped Tiger Cat. Turning on the balls of her erotic brown feet...the sexy Trinidadian lady crime fighter broke out of her heroic pose...sprinted to the entrance to the alley...jumped into her parked Tiger Car...and sped off...just as Terry Jones...managed to climb out of the dumpster. "Count on it lady!...We'll meet again!" vowed Terry.
As she drove away...her erotic brown feet working the pedals...her right hand adjusting the gears...Tiger Cat pondered the strange reaction she had being around Terry Jones. "That guy's serious...but he's also gorgeous...I haven't been aroused like that in my Tiger Nipples...since being with my ex-husband...and for some reason I can't explain...I feel turned on when Johnny's with me...What can it mean?" thought Jackie as her mind passed briefly on her handsome teenage son....and she felt surges of warmth in her chest and between her large thighs.
However these thoughts were interrupted as the thermal scanner of her Tiger Car...detected some criminal activity happening not too far away. "Can't think about that now girl...Someone else is in trouble...Got to save them!" resolved the Trinidadian Temptress as her erotic brown feet worked the pedals of her sleek sports car...and she sped in the direction of the new danger that she sensed. Using the infra red scanners which her son Johnny had installed in the Tiger Car...the sexy Trinidadian lady crime fighter soon arrived on site.
King George V Park
11.45 pm
Bringing her sleek spotted sports car to a halt... Tiger Cat swivelled on her large firm round ass...on the driver's seat...extending her long muscular legs...the sexy toes of her erotic brown feet...with glossy ivory toenails...curled as she got out of her vehicle. Her large firm Tiger Breasts swaying sexily as her slender muscular arms and long muscular arms moved in tandem... the Trinidadian Temptress raced across the darkened grassy park...in the direction of a commotion that she heard. As she approached the source of the commotion...Tiger Cat halted in her tracks.
Behind the yellow slits of her cowl mask...Jackie Jagessar could not believe the scene playing out before her eyes. An East Indian teenage girl...her black hair bound in thick braids which hugged her head and neck...clad in a black mask stretched across the top of her face...a thin tight black tank top...and black shorts...was battling a group of six muggers...as an older woman in a jogging suit lay unconscious on the grass. She watched as the masked busty teen...felled the muggers with a series of punches and kicks...before one of them managed to trip her...and all of six muggers pounced on her...forgetting their first victim. They were about to r@?3* the masked teen for her interference.
Snapped back to reality...Tiger Cat ran to the aid of the masked teen. "Get away from her!!" declared Jackie as she grabbed two muggers by their shirt collars and flung them off the teenager effortlessly...as if they were rag dolls. The other muggers...seeing that feat of strength...quickly lost their nerve. "We gone from here!" yelled one mugger...as he and his five partners...bolted off into the darkness. Getting up from the grass...Stacie Singh was in awe as she stood in the presence of her super heroine idol Tiger Cat...who watched the felons flee before turning to the teenager...slapping her across the face.
"What are you doing little girl?!" demanded Jackie as she glared at the masked teenager. Stacie was stunned both by the slap and the harshness of the Buxom Trinidadian Amazon's words. "But Tiger Cat...I...." stammered Stacie...her brown eyes beginning to water in the slits of her black mask. "Crime fighting is dangerous business little girl...You could have been hurt or killed...if I hadn't been here!...Who are you?!" snarled Tiger Cat as the fingers of her right hand grabbed hold of Stacie's crudely made mask. "No Tiger Cat!...No!...Please..!" wailed Stacie as her identity was seconds away from being revealed.
However before she could unmask the young girl...Tiger Cat was momentarily distracted by the sound of an approaching police siren...and let go of the teen's mask. When she turned back...Jackie was surprised to find the girl was gone. Deducing that someone must have heard the sounds of fighting in the park and called the police...the Titan Titted Trinidadian decided that her best option was retreat...lest she be accused of r@?3*. Getting back into her Tiger Car...the Trinidadian Temptress sped off before a police car arrived on the scene. "Who was that masked girl?...The last thing I need now...as 'm investigating this new crime wave...is some crazy fan putting her life in danger..." thought Tiger Cat as she headed for home.
Cosmos Boxing Gym.
Midnight.
Discarding her mask...tank top and shorts...her buxom body exposed...loosening her thick curly black hair... Stacie Singh wept. She was upset and angry that Tiger Cat did not appreciate what she did to save the older woman from being raped...and instead insulted her...and tried to unmask her. "I'll show you Tiger Cat!...I'll show you I can be a crime fighter too!...And I'll prove to you how wrong you are about me!!...You'll see!!" vowed Stacie as she put on her street clothes...and made her way out of the gym...back towards the orphanage...before anyone missed that she was gone.
Wood Brook district
2 am
Mentally and physically drained from what she thought was her first and last outing as a masked vigilante...her buxom light brown teen body completely nude under the covers of her bed in her private room in the orphanage where she lived...Stacie Singh finally drifted off to sleep. However as she faded into dreamland...the teenage girl heard a voice calling out to her. "Stacie Singh...Awaken my child" a female voice said. Opening her eyes...Stacie found herself...surrounded by a golden aura of light...and a female silhouette standing before her. "Who are you?!...Where am I??!" gasped Stacie. However the voice of the female entity...put the teenage girl's mind at ease.
"I am the TIGER GODDESS...I can sense the courage...the purity...the goodness within you...It is I who bestowed a great gift on she who is now my champion...the Tiger Cat....I grant you this same gift my child..." said the female voice. "What?...I don't understand..." said Stacie...wondering whether this was real or just a dream. "All shall be made clear to you my child...Tomorrow night...You will return to the Cosmos Boxing Gym...It is there you shall find the gift I shall grant you...the beauty...the power...you shall need for what is your destiny...but be warned...your greatest strength shall also be your greatest weakness...if it is exploited...you shall have no choice but to succumb to your forbidden desires" said the Tiger Goddess.
"I don't understand...What do you mean?...I want to..." began Stacie. However her speech was interrupted as she felt her enlarged dark brown nipples becoming hard and erect. "Getting...tired....want...to...sleep...'sighed the teenage girl...as her brown eyes became heavy with sleep...and her head began to spin. Within seconds...Stacie Singh was in dreamland...the words of the Tiger Goddess echoing through her mind.
24 hours later
Cosmos Boxing Gym
10 pm
Stacie Singh returned to the old boxing gym...just as the Tiger Goddess had instructed her in her dream. While she was pondering why the Tiger Goddess wanted her to come here to her sanctuary...Stacie saw a golden glow in the darkness...and walked towards it. She gasped in surprise...as she saw the attire she had worn the previous night...where she had left it on the floor...but it had been transformed. The black mask was now an ocelot pelt one...which looked as if it would cover the upper part of her face. Her tank top...was also made of an ocelot's pelt....but was flimsier than before. Her black shorts...had been transformed into a pair of thin ocelot pelt briefs.
Before she knew what she was doing...Stacie picked up the items of clothing from the floor of the gym...and uttered words which just seemed to come naturally to her. "By the Tiger Goddess....!!" As she spoke those words...the teenage girl was instantly engulfed by the golden aura which surrounded the items of clothing in her hands. She felt incredible strength flowing through her body...which also felt like it was being reshaped. When the light faded...Stacie Singh realised that what had just happened to her was no dream...but was in fact...very...very real.
She saw that her already shapely body...had become more curvaceous and muscular. Stacie also saw that she was no longer wearing her dowdy shirt...slacks or shoes...but instead wearing the very attire which she discovered on the floor of the old gym...where she spent many hours honing her kickboxing skills. Her breasts had grown by several inches...and swelled together...underneath her thin Tiger Top.. the outline of her super sized nipples...visible against the fabric of the tank top. She admired her rippling six pack abdomen...and the way her new Tiger Briefs...barely hugged the space between her large thighs.
She saw her feet were erotic and bare...her sexy toes sporting glossy golden toenails...to match the glossy golden fingernails of her strong hands. Her shoulder length curly black hair...was now shiny...and bound into tight braids...so that it hugged the contours of her head...leaving most of the back of her neck exposed. Raising her hands to her face...Stacie's glossy pink lips spread into a broad smile...as she admired the way her Tiger Mask was attached to her face...leaving the lower part of her nose and all of her lips exposed.
Brimming with strength and confidence...Stacie balled her hands into fists...resting them on either side of her thick curvy waist...spreading her long muscular light brown legs slightly apart...her erotic bare light brown feet resting flat on the floor...her ample breasts...barely contained in her thin tight Tiger Top...were thrust forward. "I am....TIGER KITTEN!!" she declared...completing the new chant that had transformed her into Trinidad and Tobago's new teenage crime fighting sensation.
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