From the year 3014, Agent Irene Silver has been sent back to the present day and tasked with the apprehension of mob boss, Galas Looner. Galas’ assassination of Morton Gadley has served as the catalyst for the dystopian future as his step-son, Brent Gadley, ceased to exist to prevent post-war earth. Agent Silver intends to alter the future for the betterment of mankind.

We home in on Galas, feet kicked up in her office as she discusses matters of mischief with her affiliates. Irene uses her special talents to warp into her locale as well as telepathically tune into Galas’ matters. The oblivious Galas relishes in her power as Irene takes the opportunity to hide in anticipation for an ambush. Galas takes a stroll through her hallway as Irene waits to pounce.

Galas is surprised with a bearhug from the rear but quickly counters with a headbutt Irene to relinquish the hold. A follow-up right punch whiffs as Irene vanishes from sight to Galas’ disbelief. Irene reappears in the kitchen and approaches Galas’ while informing her of her mission. Galas’ retort is met with a provocative promise and the ladies square off.

Galas throws a number of punches that are met with a few reversals and slips. A quick c*nt punt halts Galas’ offense and she’s dealt a blitz of crotch kicks that lift her off her heels. She’s a sitting duck as more kicks to the groin have her eyes rolling back and groaning in agony. Irene taunts her with a free sh*t, but it’s easily parried and she receives more boots to the groin that eventually drop her to her knees. Irene lifts her to her feet and connects with some duffs to the face. Galas’ catches a punch mid swing and begs for Irene to stop, but evokes more boot-to-groin action.

Galas, enraged and debilitated as she clutches her cat in anguish, musters the strength to deliver a low bl*w to Irene. She begins to mount her offense with crotch kicks of her own that have Irene reeling. With Irene stunned, Galas clasps her hands around her for a rear bearhug, but Irene quickly shakes off the p*in and flings a bunch of back-turned low bl*ws as Galas loosens the hold. Irene, irritated with the upper hand Galas’ managed to get, turns the punishment up.

A bombardment of punches, kicks, and knees connect with Galas’ face, throat, and groin that leave her nearly out on her feet. Her series of attacks is topped off with a few roundhouse kicks that topple Galas’ over the couch. A brief c*ll from Irene’s boss reminds her of the gravity of her task and she makes sure to savor the rest of the A couple spanks and some encouragement revive Galas and she’s provoked with another free frail kick is easily captured by Irene and she deals numerous harsh uppercuts to Galas’ groin. As she stands dazed a crescent kick drops her to the floor, but Irene isn’t quite finished yet. Irene stands her up, then gets in nice and personal as she clutches Galas’ *ss while delivering sharp knees to the privates. Next, Galas is laid on the floor, legs up and free for Irene to grant more shattered dreams. Strewn over the couch, Galas receives double axe handles to the box that leave her weak and winded.

With Galas c*mpletely out of it, Irene stands her up as she’s prepped for an array of special moves. Irene then displays her inner pugilist as she executes a burst of speed bag punches to the snatch that drool from Galas’ lips. Insult to injury is added as Irene grips her pants for a frontal wedgie. Irene finally concludes her mission as she shows off her fancy footwork with numerous flamingo kicks and a massive brogue kick to crotch. Irene scoops the comatose Galas over her shoulder before warping to a rescued future.

IRENE SILVER: TIMECOP