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Janet Osilio: Private Detective By Mrraizer Chapter 1 - Making Her I began life as Mike Smith. I started MUSHing in my college days as something to do to break up the monotony of college life. In case you didn't know, MUSH stands for Multi User Shared Hallucination. It's usually based on a tabletop Roleplaying Game. The MUSH I started playing changed my life in more ways than one. The MUSH I started playing was new. It was called Tomorrow World. It took place in 22nd century America, which was devastated by a near future cataclysm. I was taken by the storyline of higher technology and a world turned upside down. So, I began the lengthy character creation process. One of the things that set Tomorrow World apart from the rest of the MUSHes was you could play anybody from all walks of life. I logged on the first time from my dorm room. I had to hide the fact that I was creating a female character from my roommate. He might've thought I was "funny." Usually, I created male characters. This time I decided to try a different approach. There I was sitting in my comfortable chair. Staring at the computer screen. It said, "Welcome to Tomorrow World MUSH! This could be the most drastic, life affecting game of your life!" I ran through that gibberish, because most MUSHes said something like that. Then came a disclaimer screen, saying something to the effect of: "Warning, if you are male we suggest you play a male character and vice-versa. The changes maybe too much for some to handle.blah, blah, blah." Finally, it said, "Do you agree to the terms stated above?" Of course I typed, "Yes" and off I went to the character creation screen. At this point the game suggested, I check out the MUSH webpage to familiarize myself with the game world. So I did, leaving the connection open, and checking the webpage. It was a beautifully done site, complete with "Shockwave" graphics. It looked very futuristic, and I thought if they put this much effort into the webpage, the MUSH had to be equally good. It told the story of how worldwide earth changes rocked the globe. Much of the world as we knew it had changed for the worse. Earthquakes on the west coast ravaged most of what we know as California, leaving Los Angeles an island and the Sierra Nevada mountains up to the Cascades all that was left of the west coast as a chain of islands. The new west coast became Pheonix, Arizona up to Helena, Montana. The east coast was equally as bad. Most of New York City had sunk, leaving it a shell of the city it once was. Quebec had split off from Canada, becoming an independent country. Orlando became the southern tip of Florida, and so on. The new big city had become Newark, NJ, a city that used to live in the shadow of New York. The game took place in Newark, which was a free city. The year was now 2231, America had become almost like a cross between the wild west and medieval Europe all set in a futuristic setting. Many cities had become free cities and what we called states became a loose confederation of countries. I had to play this game and see what it was like. At the end of the webpage it said potential players should, think of a detailed character concept, description, and history for character generation. I didn't realize how much time had passed, so I logged off and went to dinner. My roommate Wole, and I walked over to the cafeteria. "You always on that computer man.You're weird." He said with his African accent. "Its just something to do, you know." "What do you do, play some type of game?" he was genuinely interested. "Yeah, its like I play characters, and act stuff out, only on the computer." "Word? Well, I guess since you're an English major and all, that's kinda good." He said, accepting what he thought was strange as some kind of exercise for writing skills. At dinner, I told him about one of my past characters on another MUSH. A former marine, working as a sniper with a mercenary group that got into all kinds of crazy situations. I wasn't going to tell him about the character I was about to create though. He might've taken it the wrong way. Africans are a funny bunch. They are extremely homophobic and they see a lot of behavior as homosexual. Since he was about five inches taller than me and about sixty pounds heavier, I definitely didn't want him to get the wrong idea about me. This guy was built like an ox. Africans usually have a lower opinion of African-Americans, so I didn't want his opinion of me to go lower. He called me "beige" since I was so much lighter than him. After we came from dinner I turned on the TV. I flipped the channels and Wole stopped me at a fitness competition. "Damn!! Stop right there.let me see this for a minute!" Wole yelled, waving his hand at me. I stopped at the gorgeous women doing splits and flips to cheesy dance music. I had to admit, the women looked good. "Damn!!" I repeated myself. Then an Asian woman appeared on the screen. She started talking about how the "Ms. Fitness" pagent had become highly competitive since she had won it a few years earlier. A small caption appeared at the bottom of the screen, "Kiana Thom Ms. Fitness 1996." I thought I had a description of my character. When I went to bed, I began thinking up ideas of her background and concept. Many things when through my mind: Stripper, Dancer, Dominatrix. I'm glad I didn't choose any of those. Finally, I thought Private Detective, and I was halfway there. The background would be more difficult as it had to be detailed. I drifted off to sleep thinking at least I can come up with a name. Micheala? Michelle? Martine? No those all sounded like my own name. "Something different.Janet!" that was simple I thought. Now, for a last name. "Since Kiana Thom was Filipino or Hawaiian or something how about something like that?" I thought. A Filipino girl in one of my classes was named Charlene Osilio, so I took that last name. As I finally dozed off, "Janet Osilio.I like that" I thought. The next day I thought little snippets of memories to spice up Janet's life. I came up with a birthday for her, since the day before was March 5.March 5, 2202 would be her birthday. Little things that she liked and disliked her fears and phobias came next. She loved to cook, a very snazzy dresser, an extreme fear of heights, she hated laziness, and had a college degree in Mathematics. I wrote all of this down on a sheet of paper and went back to my room and logged on to Tomorrow World. Wole came in a few minutes later, humming an R&B tune. "Oh, you're at it again!" "Yeah.hard at work." I laughed. He shook his head, "You're gonna be some kind of writer one day!" "I hope so." "Well, I give you about an hour to do your thing." He said stepping back out. "Cool, thanks man." "Where you going for spring break?" he asked popping his head back in the door. "Home, probably.." "Damn!! You should go with us to Cancun, get some pussy!!" he laughed leaving the room. "NO MONEY!!!" I shouted at the door. I went back to the computer and began to type in all the information from description to background and concept. I paused at the screen that said, "Males should play male characters.." "They won't know." I thought to myself. At the end of the character generation process the screen said, "Thank you Janet Osilio! We will contact you by email with any problems with your information and whether your character has been accepted!! This should take about one week." One week seemed like a long time, but when you play a good MUSH they usually are that thorough. So I turned off my computer and went over to my long neglected homework. I had so much to do, time would probably fly. That week dragged on for what seemed like a month. That weekend, was the beginning of spring break. Wole came in with a bright pair of shorts, straw hat, and a Hawaiian shirt. I joked with him saying, "You look like you're going to cut sugarcane, instead of Cancun." "Whatever man! You're just mad cause you're not going!!" which was true. I laughed it off, "See you next week man." "Yeah, Seeya!!" he said carrying his bag out the door. I didn't know that was the last time I would see him. He was a pretty cool roommate. Part II - Becoming Her About a week from the day I created Janet, I checked my email. There was an email from Tomorrow World, and I was very excited. It said: "Congratulations!! Your character has been accepted!! All has been arranged to make your life in Tomorrow World as comfortable and enjoyable as possible. You will find an apartment, bank account, and other things that suit your background information ready for you on the other side. Finally, because of law requirements in the 23rd century we must ask again do you accept the following terms: 'Blah, blah, blah.' Return this email with your reply, wait about five minutes for our staff to receive it and then log on." Logon as Janet Osilio password:W3hyT6R. See you on the other side! I laughed; this was great. I thought the detail disclaimer was such a great detail to get me in the game. I sent the email, waiting the five minutes and logged on. I logged in the way it said I should. The screen said, "Welcome!" it even filtered through my speakers in the same voice as the AOL "Welcome!" Then it instructed me to place my index finger on the screen and to press enter. I laughed, but I did it. As soon as I hit the enter key, my finger seemed to break up! Pixelize would be a better word. It slowly began to sink into the screen as it being pulled by a vacuum. I opened my mouth to scream, but I was afraid, so I didn't. The pulling became increasingly powerful. I didn't know what was happening, but I tried to fight it by pulling my finger out. As I did, my whole hand was sucked in. The more I tried to fight it the more of me was pulled in. I was still determined not to go, but I didn't scream out. By the time my shoulder was in the screen with my head about to go, I decided to chance it and yell. "Somebody!! Hel." was all I managed to say as I was completely pulled in. "Lllllllppp!!!" was all I heard in a tinny voice that sounded half like mine and half like a woman's. I felt like I was being pulled down a tunnel broken into a billion pieces, but it was too bright for me to see. It seemed like I was being pulled along for a very long time. Finally, I saw nothing.blackness hit. When I woke up, everything was black, but I knew I was in bed. I thought, "That was the craziest dream I ever had, no more Matrix for me!" The phone rung, at first I thought I'd just let it ring, as it was probably for Wole. But it just kept ringing, so I groggily picked it up, "Hello?" I cleared my throat, it sounded funny, like a woman's. "Hello, Ms. Osilio, welcome to Newark.I take it your trip was very.surreal." "I'm still dreaming right?" my husky woman-voice answered. "No, no.Ms. Osilio, this is very real.and you are now in the 23rd century." "I don't believe it." "Look for yourself.there should be a mirror in your apartment." I turned on a lamp next to my bed. I found the room decorated in some kind of futuristic art-deco type design. Then suddenly I remembered going to pick out all the furniture and how this was a "modern" trendy style. I walked over to the mirror with the phone in hand. The image reflected was of an Asian woman in her late-twenties. "I..I.I'm a woman!" I stammered. "Yes, you are Janet.I take it you weren't in the 21st century?" "No.I'm a guy!" There was a brief laugh by the man on the phone, "Not anymore.this may make your adjustment more.difficult." "Can't you send me back?" I said realizing what had happened to me. "No.you just took a one way trip into the future.once you're here, you're here." "I..I don't understand." "I'm sure you don't.why don't you come to my office tomorrow, and I'll give you a better explanation." the voice said. "Ok.who are you, and where?" I asked anxiously, beginning to stare at myself in the mirror. "You may call me Mr. Chekov..and meet me at Central park tomorrow at 3 p.m." "Where is." "You'll find that your memory will start kicking now, and by tomorrow you will know where Central park is." And the line went dead. I looked at the woman in the mirror. She was absolutely beautiful. If I saw her, I'd want to talk her. She was 5'8, 130 lbs and well muscled, but know overly so. I knew all of this because my artificial memory was kicking in like Mr. Chekov said. She.I.looked like Kiana Thom but with a few minor differences where I let my imagination take over. My hair was a straight dark brown, which reached down to my shoulder blades. It was tied in a ponytail, but I knew I had tied it up earlier to take a nap. My eyes were, emerald green, Kiana's were hazel. I had the same darkly tanned complexion, that I had before but my skin was now softer. I smiled briefly revealing a set of perfect, white teeth. I looked at my slender hands, with manicured nails.opalescent polish. I thought, "How am I going to wipe?" Then I answered myself, "The same way I've done a thousand times before." I knew I had.--well this body had. It knew how to cope with wiping with nails. Then I noticed what I was wearing. It wasn't what I was fearing, it was average sleepwear. I was wearing a pair of gray cut off shorts and a white tank-top. No lingerie or anything, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I thought, "That's only for special occasions." My eyes widened, as I realized even though this was something many women slept in, it was still sexy. "Sexy, sex..I've had sex before!! With men!!" Then my mind flashed to me having sex with a large handsome black man. He was having sex with me doggy style. I saw him pulling my long brown hair. I felt his huge brown balls slamming against my thighs. He reached down and cupped my breasts about to shoot his load into me. I moaned with pleasure, and he moaned with anticipation of his nearing climax. "Unghhh!!" he grunted as his semen flooded into me. We collapsed on the bed, and I stroked his smooth bald head. He stroked my dark breasts. "I love you Janet." he said pulling me closer to him. "I love you too Eric.." I said snuggling up to him. Eric? My girlfriend that I just broke up with a month before was named, "Erica." That memory was sort of mine.except I was on the giving end of that encounter instead of receiving. They must've done something to me. I thought walking back over to the bed. I dozed off to sleep in no time. Chapter 3 - Girl of her dreams I dreamed all the little details of my background. My mother and father died in a car accident when I was twenty. I graduated from New Amsterdam University (an ivy league school) Magna Cum Laude with a doctorate degree in mathematics. Although my parents weren't there, I had a lot of friends cheering me on. I began working for an engineering company doing new formulas. One of my co-workers sexually harassed me. I have to say I did dress pretty sexy back then, but when you're a twenty-three year old woman attention is good. Plus, that gave him no right to touch me like that. I couldn't have empathized with myself before, but now, I did. After that, I quit winning a huge settlement for sexual harassment. It was about fifty thousand guilders. That was before tax. The city government taxed settlements too. It didn't matter, I invested the money in a few bluechip stocks and let it pile up. Then the memories of Eric came flooding back to me. I met him at a club, he kept hitting on me. I thought he was cute, but an asshole. He finally won me over, and I was with him for six years after my settlement. For no reason, he left me. A year later, I'm still single. My job came to me next. I worked for a company called Maxim Security, right after my settlement. Watching people is very important in the 23rd century as there are many Machiavellian intrigues in the city. I was hired as a "node tracer." Node tracing is very unusual even in the 23rd century. Basically, I can look at a set of numbers created by a person, like a phone bill, E-Z pass algorithims, grocery receipt, brownies (the new code in Windows '32 that allows privacy by encrypting the traces of where they have visited on the web), and other small things that have numbers in them. I could actually "see" what they were doing, just by looking at those numbers. I was very well paid for that too. I learned a bit of detective work from my co-workers, simple stuff like attention to real details. I learned how to fire a gun, I love my trusty Glock 50 11mm pistol. Self-defense techniques came next. After a while, I began to go along on stake-outs and even help out with more than just node tracing. Eventually, I got my private detective license. After a couple of years with the company, I decided to go out on my own. The company didn't like that one! Maybe I'll tell that story some other time. Eventually, I started my own small security agency. The agency is only me right now, but I'm sure that will change in the future, I just have that feeling. I love it though, I make my own hours, take whichever jobs I want to, and I still manage to make good enough money to live in the city. The blaring of the alarm woke me up at six in the morning. Chapter 4 - Promise of a new Janet I woke up way earlier than I was accustomed to. Being a college student, I usually woke up around 11 am (at the earliest). But being a thirty year old woman, I realized I did this every morning. It didn't feel too bad!! I knew I exercised and jogged every morning. So I slipped on a pair of black Kev-lon sweatpants and a white Nike sports bra and went for a brisk jog. I went to the door and found it had no doorknob, just a peephole. Then I realized, all I had to do was say, "Open." The peephole shot out a laser beam into my eye for a brief second and the door swung open. The door did a voice and retinal scan simultaneously. I can never get used to these new security measures! I went down the elevator to the lobby. I lived on the second floor, because I was afraid of heights, deathly afraid. Fred the doorman opened the door for me, "Morning, Ms. Osilio.running a little late this morning aren't you?" "Yeah, Fred.I'm not myself today, but I'll come around." I started my jog half in surprise half not noticing my surroundings. I lived in the centrum, which is the most expensive part of the city. This wasn't the Newark I'd heard about in my day. It was like Amsterdam, New York, and something out of Blade Runner all rolled into one. There were beautifully, clean canals with houseboats on them. A cycle path for hoverbikes, (If you're wondering hovercars were outlawed fifty years ago due to accidents raining debris on people and property) and the regular street for cars. It seemed that during the cataclysm, while Manhattan island sunk, much of Newark was partially submerged. Newark was able to be reclaimed using pumps, hence the Amsterdam-like look. The parts that looked like New York were a tribute to the lost greatest city in the world. People that were rich lived in the cities now, and poor people lived in the suburbs and rural areas as much of it was wasteland. It was a interesting inverse, I thought. I jogged around this near utopia with a smile spreading across my face. Then the thought occurred to me, "If it's so perfect, why bring me here?" That thought hung in my mind as I checked my watch, fifteen minutes, time to turn around and head home. I now jogged thirty minutes a day. That was just my warm up! This body was about five times more in shape than my own old body. Not that I wasn't inshape, because I was. Yet, this body felt much more energetic and limber. I felt so free, no crotch adjustments, no erections out of blue, nothing like that. Even with this older body, I was in excellent physical condition. I went home and began my work out. A quick thirty minute high impact aerobic session, then an hour of moderate weightlifting. I say moderate, but the average weight I was lifting was eighty pounds for all my exercises. After a quick shower, I washed my new self, like I had done it thousands of times. I didn't masturbate or play with my breasts. I did just what an average woman would do in the shower. After the shower, I threw on a casual outfit. A pair of form fitting khaki slacks, a white silk shirt, of course I had to put on a lacy white thong and bra. It wasn't to look sexy, it was because I hated panty lines. I threw on a pair of brown lambskin boots with a moderate heel to set off the outfit. I brushed my hair, smiling at myself in the mirror. Looking at the Kiana Thom looking woman, in admiration, not lust. When I got dressed, I fixed myself a quick breakfast. A glass of orange juice, an omlette, with cheese, peppers, tomatoes, and mushrooms and a few strips of turkey bacon was a "light" breakfast for me. I was surprised I ate so much, but with the energy I had I had to get it from somewhere. I thought ladies were supposed to eat light, but this one didn't! By this time, it was about eleven o'clock. There was so much day left, and I didn't know what to do with myself. I turned on the huge wall looking television. It wasn't a television at all; it was the web. It was like tv, but it was like the web too. There were literally, millions of sites I could go to and watch programs, read books, listen to music, etc. The future seemed good. After hours of vegging on the couch I realized it was almost two. Chapter 5 - The Meet I put on a light amount of makeup (not that I needed to) and grabbed my car keys and headed out the door. When I got to the garage I was surprised to see a yellow Mustang Cobra waiting for me. I smiled inwardly, I guess chicks still dug Mustangs. My modern, 2231 drove itself. All I had to say was "Central Park" and I was on my way. I stepped out of my "hot whip" and breathed in the fresh air of the park. "You're very early Ms. Osilio, that's a good trait." A voice from behind me said. I turned and saw an old man about 70. He had white hair, crystal blue eyes, and a warm smile. He was wearing a white seersucker suit, and a matching white fedora. He looked sort of like George Plimpton. "You're.." "Mr. Chekov.its nice to meet you, do you like your body? I cloned it myself." "I'm getting used to it." "Yes, I do good work.you sent a very good description." He said complimenting himself. "I'm a man." I said snapping him back to reality. "Were.Janet, you were a man." "Well, what can you do about it?" "Nothing.come walk with me." We strolled along a winding path through the park, which bore an uncanny resemblance to New York's Central Park. He explained that when I was sucked through my monitor I actually went through a mini-black hole. Once you travel through, your body is so mangled and twisted only the essence remains. Call it a soul, spirit, mind that's all that makes it through. So there was no going back to myself. For some reason, I understood what he was talking about. I just nodded slowly, resigning myself to my fate. "So you see.we did a good thing as you would have died ten years later anyway." "What do you mean, died?" "You would have died in one of the initial earth changes, you would have graduated, and moved to California and died in an earthquake." He smiled proudly. "So you saved me.but why?" "We need creative minds.You would've written a few minor novels and died before your prime, but we need a sharp mind here." "You can't find smart people in the 23rd century?" "Well, they're few and far in between, plus you can help us out with other problems." I knew there had to be a catch, "What other problems?" I asked trying not to lose my patience. "The earth had what 20 billion people when you left?" "I don't know.something like that." "Well, now there are only a half a billion.and we need people to, well, repopulate the Earth." "You said something about cloning.what about that?" "We've already used that solution.that's how we got up to half a billion." "I don't understand." "Cloning is like copying a.you had video tapes in your day right?" "Right." I said not understanding where he was going. "What happens when you copy a copy of a copy?" "The picture gets fuzzy." I said getting the picture. "Right, the same thing happens to clones, except they get fuzzy mentally." "So you have to use the essence of a real person in a clone's body?" "Right on the guilder!" "If we just let the clone of your body out, fresh out of the tanks she would be a moron." "So that's what you mean by needing 'sharp people?'" "Yes, sharp mind, sharp body.to make a difference in the world." "But this world is perfect.except for." I said trailing off. "The lack of people and the many moron clones walking around?" I shrugged, I guess I was helping humanity in some strange way. The world had become a petty, place despite all the technology, they were actually in a 'dark age.' The world resembled Renaissance Italy, just coming out of the dark ages. They wanted to speed things along. Chekov went on to explain that, they needed more men and women to have children the natural way. A virus in 2210 reduced the female population, so reproduction was a problem. They would take men or women. Preferably into the proper bodies, as the rate of suicide in transsexual transfers was extremely high. I did agree to this unwittingly. "So enjoy yourself, Ms. Osilio I'll be keeping tabs on you." And off I went, to make some kind of difference in the world. From my job, I could actually do it. I wasn't too sure about the "people the earth" thing though. "Good bye, Mr. Chekov, I'll see you soon." "Yes you will, I have a good feeling about you." "You won't be disappointed." With that we parted ways, and I had the feeling I would see him again. I hopped in my car and drove home. The thoughts of the weight on my shoulders seemed like it was too much. I thought I would crack, but I didn't. I had to go out and have a drink. Chapter 6 - Nightclubbing I went home and exercised more. I thought what could I do to get my mind off everything I just found out about? I used to go to clubs when I was stressed out. I figured I would keep that practice up to honor my old self. I took a nice, soaking bath and got myself ready. Preparing to go to a club is tricky. You want to be noticed without looking trashy. I had the conflicting thought of looking good and wearing men's clothes. I finally came to some kind of middle ground. I put on a pair of black, crocheted tights, which showed skin but just enough, with a matching top. I put on a pair of flats. I couldn't dance in heels. "Well Janet, it's time to meet the world." I said to my reflection, and also checking my makeup. I drove (or rather was driven) to the nightclub called "Sensations." It was one of the hottest clubs on the east coast. So many celebrities and rich people came to "Sensations." It was a good place to introduce myself, and find good paying clients I thought to myself. The doorman looked at me, "Nice outfit." he declared opening up the velvet rope. He must've been gay if he didn't look at me. I entered the club greeted by a throbbing bass. The club was decorated in a sort of neo-retro gothic style, except everything was white and gold instead of black. There was a swarm of people everywhere. I pushed my way through the swarm. there was a knot of people on the dance floor. I looked over to the lounge area. I saw I didn't like crowds. So I pushed my way over to the less crowded area. When I got to the lounge, I knew this was where all the famous people were. I went over to the bar to order a drink. I surprised myself when I said, "Orange juice and a little ice." The bartender nodded and gave me a drink. A man with blonde hair and gray eyes paid for my drink. I smiled at him and went over to a crowded couch with an empty space and sat on it. The man followed me over to the couch. "That's some outfit." the man said smiling. I had put effort into choosing it. "Thank you." I smiled. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest. I noticed an odd bulge in his tan slacks. "That's not a normal bulge." I thought to myself. "I'm Tom; who are you here with?" he said "Janet, and I'm here alone." I took his hand gently. "Nice to meet you." We made pleasant conversation. Some how he seemed distracted by something. I thought he was trying to make some girlfriend jealous or something so I humored him. I told him I was a secretary. For some reason, I liked talking about myself. He excused himself to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom as well. In the bathroom I noticed it was a unisex bathroom. A blonde woman with too much makeup looked at me in jealousy. "Look at her." I heard her mutter. I loved hate and jealousy. I ignored her comment with an inward smile and went over to the mirror. I fixed my makeup, and smiled to myself. "You're doing fine, Janet." I said to myself. Turning to leave I simply smiled at the blonde woman. On the way out, I noticed Tom talking to some man. The man was mixed, half black and something. He looked familiar somehow, but I couldn't place him. I couldn't tell, but he didn't look happy. I walked over with a smile, "Guess who?" I said poking Tom in the rib. "Get away from me you bitch." Tom said gritting his teeth. The man looked at me with a "help me look." I knew something was wrong with this picture. The man and Tom made their way towards the exit. I followed at a safe distance, which wasn't hard with all the people milling around. They made it out of the club and into an alley. Tom pushed the man forward and revealed the gun he was holding to his back. It was a Smith and Wesson mini, a small gun that held two .45 caliber bullets. A dangerous gun for an assassin. "Shut up Hughes--a bad day to go out with bodyguards." Tom said with an evil smile. "I'm not as famous as I used to be.I don't really need them anymore." the man said. I finally made the man. Hughes Miyamoto, an international pop star. He was half Japanese and black. He was a worldwide sensation a few years ago. That was the average lifespan of a pop star. It appeared this was literal in his case. I had to do something, but I didn't have my 11mm on me and I had to think fast! I looked around for some kind of weapon. The two men continued to talk for another half a minute. Tom raised the gun and Hughes let out a melodramatic, "No!" I noticed a half of brick next to a garbage can and grabbed it. I walked up to the two men, "Hey, Tom! I don't appreciate the way you treated me in the club." I said acting like I just walked in on two men having a conversation. I had the brick behind my back as I approached. Tom raised the gun to me and waved me to stand next to Hughes, "Shut up bitch, looks like I'm going to have to kill you too." "Oh my God!" I said being dramatic and surprised as possible. "You were going to be my alibi too, I was going to fuck your brains out." "You.you..creep!" I shouted. "Now it looks like I'm going to just blow your brains out." Hughes noticed the brick and stepped closer to me to hide it from Tom. I began to cry. It was so easy to convey phony emotions. I don't think he noticed I was faking. He raised the gun up to my head. Standing about five feet away, I threw the brick. It hit the gun with a loud "Clack" and the gun went flying into the garbage. Tom looked surprised. He quickly recovered and pulled out a switchblade. "Now you're both going to die a messy death." He said waving the knife around. I forcefully pushed Hughes back, and assumed a fighting stance. We began circling each other. He made an occasional swipe to keep me off guard. It seemed like time actually slowed down. I could feel my heart beating, and my adrenaline pumping. This was for keeps, and I wouldn't lose. I never would have even gotten myself in a situation like this before. Now I was like some kind of TV heroine protecting a weak defenseless man. I almost forgot I created this mind to "be" a heroine like TV. I laughed to myself. Tom took another swipe and I caught his wrist. I twisted his arm around his back and quickly broke it. With the loud sound of breaking bones, Tom let out a painful groan. He dropped the knife and I pushed him away from me. He turned around and screamed in both surprise and anger. It surprised me so much I didn't see the right he threw. He caught me square on the jaw. I surprised myself when I didn't fall. At least I didn't have a glass jaw. I spun around with the punch and kicked him right on the temple. It took me a minute to realize I wanted to hit me just so I could do that. He fell quickly. Fight over. "Mr. Miyamoto, call the cops." I said standing over the knocked out hit man. "Sure.who are you?" "Janet Osilio.Private Detective, go call the cops." He ran off into the club. A few minutes later he returned and the cops were there a few minutes later. Hughes and I gave a report of what happened to the police and they hauled Tom away. Hughes turned to me. It started to rain. His slick black hair shimmered in the drizzle. "You say you're a detective?" "That's right." "You want to find out who wants me dead?" "Sure. I don't come cheap." "Well, what I'm doing, I can pay it." I quoted him an exorbitant price and he agreed. I slipped him my card, smiling inwardly. "Give me a call tomorrow." I smiled. "No problem, Ms Osilio." "Call me Janet, Ms. Osilio if you're nasty." Hughes smiled and got into his limousine. I went to the parking lot and got inside my Mustang. I knew there was going to be trouble, but it didn't bother me. Danger came with the job and I was the best. I drove home thinking I was on my way.