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Revenge of the Goddesses: Athena's Assassin By Julie O. Edited By Amelia R. Chapter 1 It was a little after ten as Jason Blackthorn started his last security check before heading to bed. He stopped first to see how Lisa Barnard was doing. She was one of the archeologists working the site on the small Greek island. She brushed her strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes. "Why do this every night?" she asked as she looked up from her computer. "We've been here six weeks and nothing has happened." Jason shrugged his shoulders. "Force of habit, I guess, besides I want to earn my keep." "Trust me, Jason, you've more than earned your keep," she replied with a wink. "Hmm, I wonder what my old SEAL team members would think if they knew I really got this job just to be your gigolo," he replied as he reached down to massage her shoulders. Jason had first met Lisa in Iraq. His team had been assigned to recover some looted relics from the main Baghdad museum. It was after the recovery that he had first meet Lisa, who had come into the war-torn country to assist in securing the many priceless artifacts. What caught her by surprise was the fact that Jason actually seemed to care about the artifacts. She in turn helped his team identity many items, and in spite of their many differences, Lisa and Jason had fallen immediately in love. At six-two and nearly two hundred and ten pounds, Jason was an imposing figure. Lisa was barely five-three and slim. However, she found that he also had a good sense of humor and loved Far Side cartoons. He was also the first man she had met who was genuinely interested in her job and at the same time wasn't intimidated by her intellect. Lisa was shocked to find out that Jason's knowledge of ancient civilizations was all self- educated and that he hadn't attended college. They had managed to get together a few times since Iraq, and after he retired she had arranged to bring him on the dig to oversee security. None of the archeologists felt there would be any troubles, but occasionally sites did get looted. For the most part, Jason had little to do in terms of security, but he still took his job seriously and helped in setting up the camp. Even Dr. Fox had to admit that it was the most comfortable and orderly camp that he had even been in. "You know that I brought you here for more than just sex," said Lisa with a wink. "Well, I won't be long; I just want to walk over to see how Nicola and his men are doing," said Jason. "I won't be long." He then leaned down and kissed her. "Oh, Jason, thank you again for the ring; it was very thoughtful." Jason had bought her the ring during his last trip to the mainland. It was a simple silver ring with a ruby mounted in it. The man in the store had claimed it was two hundred years old. Jason wasn't quite sure it was that old, but he liked it enough to buy it, although he was able to bring down the cost by throwing in a Zippo lighter with a SEAL emblem engraved on it. "I'm glad to hear that. See you soon." He smiled at her as he walked out of her tent. For the first time in Jason's life, he had someone who loved him. Jason had enlisted in the navy right out of high school to escape the lack of prospects in his home town in Kansas. It wasn't just the lack of jobs that drove Jason into the service; it was also the fact that he had bounced from one foster family to another. His father had abandoned his mother shortly after Jason's birth. She later left him with her aunt when he was five and never returned. His aunt later turned him over to the state. He found his first real family when he joined the navy. He applied to become a SEAL just because it was the most difficult program in the navy. Jason immediately knew he had found his place in the world. He had excelled in his chosen profession and had retired as Master Chief Petty Officer. "I can't wait," she replied. In addition to Lisa, there were three other archeologists on the dig. There were also two local workmen and a cook. Jason walked over and saw that Dr. Fox and his wife were examining the statues that they had just recovered. Both archeologists were in their fifties and had spent most of their adult lives on one dig or another. Jason knew better than to interrupt their work and that they would probably up all night studying the figures. He was slightly surprised when he didn't see Daniel Morehead, Dr. Fox's assistant. Oh, well, maybe he went to bed early, thought Jason as he walked out of the camp. Dr. Peter Fox of the British Museum was the lead archeologist on the dig. He was assisted by his wife, Karen; both were experts on ancient Greek history. They were nice, although a bit stuffy, thought Jason. Daniel had been on Dr. Fox's staff for ten years and was a little more relaxed; maybe it was because he was younger. Daniel was in his mid- thirties and saw himself as a bit of a ladies man. If he was jealous of Jason and Lisa, he never said a thing, and over the weeks the two men had formed a loose friendship. Jason liked Daniel, as they had played chess together several times. Jason had even taught the scholar to snorkel. Chapter 2 The island was uninhabited and was located ten miles off the eastern coast of Greece. It was privately owned by a Greek millionaire, who had originally planned to turn the island into his private hideaway. Its location and lack of year-round water supply left it undeveloped. It was being studied as Dr, Fox believed it had been once been an outpost for early Athenian expansion. The first month had been disappointing, and only a few artifacts had been recovered, and nothing of real importance. But three weeks earlier they had discovered what appeared to be a temple to the goddess Athena. It was found carved into a hillside. Over the centuries, it had been covered by plant growth and partially buried by a landslide. This was confirmed the previous days when two near pristine statues of the goddess had been uncovered. Both were around eighteen inches tall and carved of marble. Jason was impressed by the intricate details in the figures. Whoever had carved them was a true artisan. Both depicted Athena in her full armor. She was holding a shield in one hand. Her other hand, which should have held a spear, was empty. Dr. Fox suspected the spear had been gold. On the top of her head was carved a helmet. A small owl was sitting on her left shoulder on one of the statues; its counterpart's owl was missing, obviously broken off sometime in the past. Still, they were in extremely great shape. Dr, Fox decided to spend a few more days digging before contacting the authorities, as he wanted more time to study the statues before the island was overrun with government officials. He was also hoping to make additional discoveries. The Greek officials were still wary of anyone from The British Museum, because they still refused to return the reliefs taken by Lord Elgin from the Parthenon. The only reason why the Ministry of Culture had approved the dig was that Dr. Fox's reputation was impeccable. Little did Dr. Fox know how deadly this decision would be. Chapter 3 The island had a small concrete dock and cottage where the workmen lived. The temple was located a quarter mile from the dock. The scientists had set up their tents near the temple site even though it made getting food and water to the site more difficult. Jason had eased this problem by bringing in an ATV to tow in supplies from the dock to the campsite. Three times a week, the supply boat came in from the mainland to drop off supplies and mail. Jason walked down the path in the moonlight towards the cottage. Over the weeks of living on the island, he had come to know every path. He skipped the main path and used an old goat trail that he used for his morning run. He was the only one who used it, besides the small herd of wild goats that also lived on the island. For many men, the island would have been boring, but Jason enjoyed his days there. In addition to helping the archeologists and spending time with Lisa, he found time to explore the coastline, as the snorkeling was excellent. As he walked towards the cottage, the full moon inspired him to start humming the tune to Creedence Clearwater Revival's Bad Moon Rising. It was one of his favorite songs. As he looked at the full moon, he thought about the lyrics. "I see the bad moon rising. I see trouble on the way." As he came down the hill towards the cottage, it was very quiet, and that's what set off Jason's internal alarms. Usually there was a radio playing in the cottage as the men played cards into the wee hours of the night, drinking homemade ouzo. Jason could usually hear the men long before he reached the cottage. He wondered why they had turned in so early that night. All his years of being in combat came back in a second; when something felt wrong, it usually was. He cautiously walked into the cottage and found the three men lying on the ground. He then saw cartridges from a nine-millimeter on the ground by the doorway. Quickly, he examined the men and found that all three had been shot. Judging by their body temperature, they had just been killed, and since he hadn't heard the shots that meant that whoever did it had used a silencer. He looked around and listened for the intruders, but he didn't hear or see anything. He checked the two-way radio that served as their contact with the mainland, and found that it had been smashed. He immediately knew that getting help was now out of the question. Jason kept a Mossberg shotgun in his tent, but that wouldn't do him any good right now. He then remembered that Nicola had a large knife. Jason rolled the body over and found the knife. It had a blade of nearly seven inches and was razor sharp; it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. He looked out into the Aegean and noticed a large white yacht anchored several hundred yards off the coast. In the moonlight, he could just make out the name Dolphin on the stern. He would worry about that later; first, he had to make sure that Lisa and the others were safe. He then noticed a Zodiac tied up to the beach; he moved slowly towards it. There were seven sets of prints leading from boat. At least he now knew the odds; seven to one wasn't good, especially when all he had was a knife, but he knew he had to do something. He started by slicing several holes into the Zodiac, making it more difficult for the men to leave the island. Jason quickly headed towards the tents of the archeologists. He skipped the main path and again used the goat trail. This would also allow him the advantage of height. As he approached the tents, he heard two men talking. He also could smell their cigarettes. They were either careless or overconfident; either way, it would cost them their lives, thought Jason. The fact that they had so ruthlessly killed three men in cold blood meant that Jason couldn't take any chances with them. He froze and saw them standing in the middle of the main path a few hundred yards away from the encampment. Both appeared to be armed with pump action shotguns. He slowly worked his way towards them. The words to the song began to run through his mind. "Hope you got your things together, hope you are quite prepared to die." He knew the odds were against him, even a trained commando would have to be very lucky to take out two armed men with just a knife, but he had no choice. One of the men had his shotgun slung over his shoulder, and the other was holding his in his hands. Jason decided he would take out the second man first. He had the added difficulty of taking them out as silently as possible, so the other intruders wouldn't be alerted. Even though he had trained with knives, he had never actually used one on another human in combat. Still, Jason knew that the lives of the others depended on his actions. His years of training came back as he stalked the two men. He moved like a cat in the darkness and was soon within striking distance of them. They were looking towards the encampment and had their backs to Jason. He could hear them talking and noticed that they were talking in what sounded like Spanish. Jason made his move; with one hand, he covered the man's mouth, and with the other hand he slit the man's throat. The second man was caught off guard and hesitated in reacting to his friend's death. This momentary delay was all that Jason needed as he quickly killed the second man. He was surprised at how easy it had been to kill them with the knife. Jason was also pleased that he had dispatched both men without alarming the others. The odds were better, but they were still five to one. He examined the men and found that one had a pistol with a silencer. He pulled out the clip and found that it had been fired six times. He searched the man and found two more clips. He loaded the pistol with a fresh clip and slipped the others in his pockets of his shorts. He grabbed the two men and pulled them back into the brush. He slipped the pistol into his belt and grabbed one of the shotguns. He checked to see that it was loaded, and then he tossed the other into the brush. He moved towards the encampment, hoping he wasn't too late. Chapter 4 Jason again skipped the main path and used the goat trail route. When he reached the top of the ridge, he crouched down to study the campsite. Jason saw a figure standing outside the main tent, outlined by the kerosene lamps. He was smoking what smelled like a cheap cigar and was holding a shotgun. The man looked into the tent and pointed the gun inside. He estimated the distance and figured he was close enough to shoot, but he decided to move closer, and he slowly slid down the slope towards the campsite. He was soon only ten feet from the men. Jason looked out from the brush and tried to decide what to do next. "If you want to live, keep your mouths shut," the man at the tent stated in heavily accented English. "You will only talk when we tell you to!" Two other men dragged out Dr. Fox, who appeared to have his hands tied behind his back. One of the men then punched Peter in the stomach. As Peter collapsed to the ground, the man kicked the archeologist in the ribs. He then began to laugh loudly as Peter groaned. The other two men joined in the mirth and watched as their partner roughed up Peter. The men tossed insults at him as he struggled to get up. "Come on, Karl, hit him again!" shouted one of the men. "He'll tell us if he's hidden anything else." It was obvious to Jason that the men would soon tire of this game and kill Dr. Fox. He had no choice but to move quickly and risk detection. He quietly chambered a round in the handgun and moved towards the men. Jason wasn't sure, but the man attacking Dr. Fox sounded as if he was German. Either way, it didn't matter as he would soon be dead. Jason thought of his training - shoot for center mass, two shots each. He took careful aim with the handgun and put two quick shots in the small of the man's back. Karl fell facedown on the ground in front of the injured Dr. Fox. The other two men turned, and before they could unsling their weapons, Jason shot both of them, two rounds in the chest each. They slumped to the ground without crying out. Jason ran up and confirmed that the men were no longer a threat. He helped Dr. Fox up and helped him into the tent. He looked around and found the others huddled in fear. Thankfully, they were all safe. He immediately put his finger to his lips. "Where are the other two men?" he asked softly. "They went down to the temple," said Daniel. He seemed shocked to see Jason. "They said you were dead." "Not hardly. I'm going after them," said Jason. He untied the others as he spoke. "I want the rest of you to move up into the hills and hide. Help Peter; he's been hurt." The two women began to lift the injured archeologist up. "Does anyone know who to use a gun?" asked Jason. "I do," said Daniel. "Okay, take this shotgun and guard the others," ordered Jason as he slipped a fresh clip into the handgun. "It's loaded and ready to shoot." Daniel nodded as he inspected the weapon. "What about Nicola and the others?" asked Lisa. "Dead," replied Jason as he shook his head. "The radio is also broken, so we can't expect any help." She gasped and put her hands to her mouth. "Be careful, there are four more of them," said Peter as he moaned softly. "Two were sent to stand guard by the dock." "No, only two more, I already got those two," replied Jason. "Now, go up in the hills and be quiet, I'll get you later, don't come out until you hear me." "Don't worry, I'll make sure that nothing happens to them," said Daniel. He was holding the shotgun with both hands. Jason looked over at Lisa and winked. "It's going to be okay, love." She ran over and hugged him. Tears were rolling down her face. "They said you were dead." "I'm not dead yet," quipped Jason. He then turned to Daniel and put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Daniel, I'm trusting you with their lives." "You can count on me," replied Daniel. Jason nodded, turned around, and headed down towards the temple. He heard what sounded like a thunder clap. The blast from the shotgun sent him flying forward and he collapsed on the ground. The pain was intense, and he tried to get up, but as he struggled to stand, the second shot ended his life. Chapter 5 Jason took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. That had to be the most realistic dream that he had ever had, he thought. He then noticed his surroundings. He was lying on what appeared to be a marble bench, and everything around him was white. He sat up and looked around; there was nothing to see in any direction. There was no horizon or walls. It was just a big white nothing. The only thing he could see was the marble bench. "Okay, Jason, keep calm," he said to himself. He stood up and then noticed for the first time that the front of his shirt was bloody. He could also see that he had a large wound in his chest. He cautiously reached down and touched it and, to his surprise, felt no pain. He then reached around and touched his back and found that it had a great wound in the center, yet it too didn't hurt. He then remembered being shot. It then hit him that he might be dead. He looked around and wondered where he was. He had never considered himself very religious and had never really thought about what happened after death. Well, it looked like he was about to find out, he thought. "I see that you've awakened," said a comforting woman's voice. Jason spun around but could see no one near him. He also couldn't place where the voice was coming from; it almost sounded like it was coming from all around him. "Okay, I'm either dead or crazy," he said aloud. "You're not crazy, Jason Blackthorn," replied the woman. Jason looked around again, and he still didn't see anyone else. "That doesn't help," he mumbled aloud to himself. Suddenly, a bright light of pure white energy formed in front of him. He had to shield his eyes to prevent from being blinded by it. In a moment the light faded, and the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen was standing in front of him. She was dressed in what looked like a long white toga with golden armor over her gown. On her head was a golden hoplite helmet. It was resting on the top of her head, allowing him to see her beautiful face. What immediately caught his attention were her eyes; they were gray in color. A spear was held in her right hand, and a golden shield was held in her left. A small owl perched on her shoulder and looked back at him with what looked like curiosity. "Do you know who I am?" she asked softly, almost compassionately. Jason hesitated for a second. If he answered logically, he had no answer, but earthbound logic didn't seem to apply in this situation. He then thought of his studies of Greek Mythology. The figure in front of him matched the descriptions he had read. "You the goddess Athena," he replied. It was the only answer that made sense. She turned to the owl and smiled. "I knew he was smart. Yes, Jason Blackthorn, I am Athena." Jason didn't know what to do next. He debated bowing or dropping to his knees, but instead he just stared back. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to say or what to do," he replied. Oh, that sounded really stupid, he thought. "I mean, where am I? What happened?" "You were killed by a traitor," she replied. "Daniel Morehead," stated Jason angrily. The bitterness of being betrayed burned in his consciousness. "That is correct," she replied. "And the others?" he asked hopefully. "They are all dead," she replied. Jason felt a wave of anger sweep through him, which was followed by a sense of deep loss at knowing that Lisa was dead. "You are a true warrior; you were able to kill many of the attackers," said Athena. "Not good enough, I'm dead, and so are the others," he lamented. "Death isn't the end, it's just a phase. Now, I have come to you with a request," continued Athena. "A request? From me? You're a goddess; you can do whatever you wish," he said. Oh, that sounded even more idiotic that his previous comments, he thought. "Within limitations," she replied with a comforting smile. "I want you to get retribution for me for what was done to my temple, for your murdered friends, and your murdered lover." "Your temple?" asked Jason. "What happened to the temple?" Athena nodded. "Of course, you don't know. I am about to show you what happened after you were betrayed and killed. It will not be easy for you to see, but it is necessary. Do you wish to continue?" Jason stared back. "Yes, I want to see." "Very well," she replied. She swept her hand parallel to the ground. "You will now see the past." Jason looked to where she was pointing and watched in horror and fascination. He saw himself stalking and killing the first five men. He then saw Daniel point the gun at his back and shoot him. When he rolled over, Daniel shot him a second time. Daniel then shot Dr. Fox twice and then started to led Lisa and Karen by gunpoint towards the temple. The other two men ran up to join him. "What the hell happened?" asked the first man. He was large and had curly black hair with a matching moustache. He spoke with a Spanish accent. "Your men failed to kill the security guy. He killed five of your men before I took care of him," Daniel bragged, as he propped the shotgun on his hip. "I told you he was dangerous; I warned you not to take him lightly. It's a good thing I pretended to be one of the captives." "You bastard," screamed Lisa. Karen was sobbing uncontrollably and was near hysterical as she broke away. She then crouched down and cradled her dead husband's head. "Why, Daniel, why?" cried Lisa. "Shut up, bitch. Now you notice me; I never understood what you saw in that caveman," he snapped back. "If you keep your mouth shut, I'll kill you quickly." "What about the professor?" asked the second man. He was slightly shorter and had short had brown hair. He spoke with a German accent. "I killed him," said Daniel "We can't leave any witnesses." "What about them?" asked the shorter man pointing to the women. "It's up to you, but I personally don't kill women," said Daniel. "I do," said the larger man. He then grabbed his crotch. "But first, why let them go to waste?" "You don't need to see what happens next," said Athena as she swept her hand over the images stopping them as if she had hit the pause button on a VCR. "They raped and killed them," said Jason softly. "Yes," she replied. "I'm sorry." "What happened next?' he asked. Athena moved her hand again. Jason watched as the bodies of the murdered archeologists and workmen were thrown into the temple. Jason's own body was added to the pile, along with the men he had killed. The shorter man then placed what looked like plastic explosives around the temple. He then poured gasoline over the bodies and stepped back. Daniel nodded, and the man set off the explosives. The temple was destroyed. The bodies began to burn. "Why?" asked Jason as he turned to Athena. "A rich and powerful man craved those statues. The traitor in your group was blinded by greed and traded your lives for his reward," she replied. "Daniel was on his payroll and sent word of their discovery to the men on the boat. They were stationed there for just such an occurrence." Jason thought of the times he had seen Daniel using the radio, and it all made sense now. "But why did they destroy the temple too?" asked Jason as he stared at the image of the destroyed site. "It's seems such a waste." "Why? To be destructive, that's why!" replied Athena, her voice starting to show anger. "Why does man take such joy in destruction?" Jason didn't reply; he thought it best not to interrupt the goddess, especially as she was getting angry. "If this was the old days, I would rain fire down on them!" Athena vented as she stared at the destroyed temple. Jason wasn't sure, but he thought he heard thunder in the distance, and he wondered if he was about to see cosmic justice. ""Why don't you strike them down? It would serve them right," said Jason. "They deserve to die." Athena seemed to regain her composure, turned to Jason and smiled. "I cannot directly touch them in this day and age; however, you can... if I send you back. You are a true warrior, Jason, and I am asking you to take on this quest; kill the men who desecrated my temple and killed your friends. "I'm dead," he said. This seemed a stupid response, but it was the first thing that came to his head. Athena chuckled. "Yes, that is true. Jason Blackthorn is dead, but I can give you a new body, a new identity, and in addition to the skills you possess, I can give you additional abilities," she explained "Now, before you agree, I must tell you everything." Jason stared at the goddess and nodded. "I cannot return you as a male. You will be a woman, but do not fear, you will still be a warrior and more than a match for those you will be hunting," she said. Jason hadn't counted on that. "Next, once your task is completed, your life will come to an end, and you continue to the next level of existence," she said. Okay, I can handle being a woman, if it means taking out the people that killed Lisa, he thought. "I'll do it," he replied. Athena smiled. "I was hoping that you would agree. I knew another Jason, eons ago, and you are much like him." "You mean, Jason who sought the Golden Fleece?' he asked. "Yes, your parents named you well," she said. "He was brave and intelligent, and knew when to use his mind and not just brawn." "At least they did one thing right," he muttered. "So, who do I have to get?" "The men who raided the island, the traitor who killed you, and of course, the man who financed the attack," replied Athena. "I know Daniel's name, but what about the others?" he asked. "You will have to find out on your own; it is the way it must be," she replied. "I will start your task near one of the men. I have selected you because you possess brains as well as brawn; use what you know, trust your instincts, and you will succeed." "Okay, but wouldn't it just be easier to strike them down with a lightning bolt or something like that?" he asked. Athena smiled. "It's not the way things are done these days... pity." "Won't it be more difficult as a woman?' he asked. "In some ways that may be true, but men will underestimate a woman; don't forget this. Also remember sex appeal can be a very strong weapon; you can use this to distract the men you hunt." Jason hadn't thought of that. While he didn't like the idea of coming onto a man, what did it really matter, because as soon as the men were dead he would also die. "When do I start?" he asked. "Now," she replied. Chapter 6 The morning sun felt warm against Jason's face as he woke up. He half expected to open his eyes and see the top of his tent back in Greece, but he instantly knew that everything had changed. Jason sat up and was immediately aware that it hadn't been a very weird dream, as she was now a woman. She threw back the covers and stepped out of her bed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was totally naked, and it was obvious that Athena had kept her word. She was slightly shorter and quite shapely. She flexed her right arm and was pleased to see that she still had muscles, although not as prominent. She had shapely breasts, which she instinctively knew were 34-C. Her skin was slightly darker than Jason's, and she suspected that she had a Mediterranean heritage, possibly Greek or Italian. Her hair was short and reddish brown. She then noticed her eyes; they were gray, like Athena's. Overall, Jason had to admit that she was now very attractive; she seemed to ooze a sense of sensuality, which Jason figured she could use to her advantage as she hunted her killers, just as Athena had said. Jason turned to look at her back and saw the small tattoo on her right shoulder; it was a small owl. Jason figured that wearing the mark of a goddess couldn't be so bad. "So, who am I?" she said aloud. Her voice caught her by surprise as it had an exotic quality to it. She couldn't quite place the accent. She then reached for her purse and opened it up to check her identity. Jason pulled out her ID and saw that she was now Tessa Phoenix. She couldn't help but laugh at Athena's sense of humor. Without knowing why, she immediately knew that Tessa meant reaper in Greek, which seemed appropriate, considering her task on Earth. She also liked her new last name, which was also fitting, as she was reborn from the flames that had burned Jason's body. She knew that she was now twenty-two and held American citizenship, although her mother Greek. "Okay, now where am I?' she said aloud. She slipped on a silk robe and looked out the window. She immediately recognized the skyline, as she had spent several memorable port calls here. She was in Palma, Majorca, Spain. Chapter 7 Tessa showered and dressed and ate the breakfast that she had ordered through room service. The hotel was first rate, which meant that Tessa was well off financially. She found a laptop and turned it on. The room had an Internet connection, and she logged on. The first screen asked for her name and password, which she typed in without thinking. The first thing she checked was her finances, and she was pleased to see that she had a very large bank account. So money wouldn't be a problem. Next, she did a search on several news sites and found out some information on the attack on the island. The authorities were at a loss for who did it, although they suspected international smugglers. They were also unable to identify the men that Jason had killed. Tessa wondered if they were withholding information from the press. Next, she picked up her wallet and found that she had several high end credit cards. She also found that she had a large quantity of cash, both dollars and Euros. Next, she looked in her suitcase. She instinctively pressed against the lining and a secret panel popped open. Inside, she found several passports, listing her as French, Greek, Spanish, and British. The names on the passports were all different. The surprises kept coming, she thought. Tessa then looked in her closet and found that, in addition to a large wardrobe, she had several wigs of various styles. On a whim, she began to try them on. She was shocked at how drastically her appearance changed from one wig to the next. She put the wigs away, and looked through the rest of her belongings. She found that, in addition to simple bras and panties, her wardrobe had several pieces of rather sexy lingerie, including several teddies and nightgowns. "What the hell did you volunteer for?" she asked aloud, as she held a black silky baby doll against her body. She shook her head in disbelief as she placed it back in the drawer. Next, she went through her cosmetics and toiletries. She examined the razor and then looked at her legs. Thankfully, they were pretty smooth, so she wouldn't have to deal with shaving them her first day as a woman. Then she saw something that stopped her cold; it was a box of tampons. She gingerly picked it up, as if she picking up a bomb. The implications of their being in her belongings slowly hit her; she was completely female in every respect. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Shit, I hadn't counted on this," she said aloud. "Well, hopefully I won't be around long enough to have to use these." She then set the box down and began to think about what she would do next. "Okay, Tessa, time to get to work; why are you in Palma?" she said aloud. Athena had said that she would start near one of the killers. She then remembered that several of the men had spoken Spanish. It was a start. Tessa looked at the newspapers that had been delivered with her breakfast and saw that it was now three months since the attack. She wondered why Athena had waited so long, but she sloughed this off, as it wasn't wise to question a goddess. It also bothered her that she hadn't noticed the date change sooner. Stop thinking so conventionally, she thought, you're dealing with the supernatural now. As Tessa poured herself another cup of coffee, she made her next discovery, she could now read Spanish. It was like second nature, and when she spoke aloud she was pleased that she also could also speak the language. Well, Athena had said that she would have additional skills. She paged through the local paper, and then she saw something that caught her eye; it was a photo of a several women standing by the harbor. The women weren't important; it was the yacht in the background. It was the same one that she had seen off the island; it was the Dolphin. It was a starting point, she thought. Chapter 8 Another surprise for Tessa was how automatically she did things as a woman. Things like putting on makeup and styling her hair came automatically to her, as if she had been doing it her entire life. Tessa noticed that she had no issues about her new gender; it was like she had been a woman since birth, which considering her rebirth, made sense. Tessa figured that Athena had eased the natural confusion one would feel about suddenly waking up in the body of the opposite gender. She had been reborn to complete a task, and she didn't need any distractions. Tessa decided to recon the yacht first and then try to get onboard. She decided to go out as inconspicuously as possible, so she dressed in just a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals. She looked at herself in the mirror and was satisfied with her look; she would blend in with the locals. She decided to take a taxi down to the pier where the Dolphin was moored. She remembered the area from one of her past visits to Palma, as it was a popular area for the tourists. Tessa also remembered with a smile a girl that Jason had met in a caf? near the very same docks. But those thoughts quickly passed from her mind, as that was from a life which didn't exist anymore. It didn't take long for Tessa to spot the yacht in question, and she knew immediately it was the one that had brought the killers to Greece. She sat down at a small caf? and pretended to read the paper as she watched the yacht. Two hours and several coffees later, she headed back to the hotel. There only appeared to be two crewmen on the boat. One was obviously a local, and she figured he had been hired to do basic labor. The other man was in his thirties and was definitely in charge. The man was five-ten and average build. He had curly hair and was clean shaven. Tess thought he looked like he could be related to one of the men from the island back in Greece. The man bossed the younger man around and was constantly correcting his work. He obviously enjoyed being in charge. Tessa suspected that he would be the one she should try to question, but how? On the way back to the hotel, she passed a small boutique and noticed the skimpy outfits they were selling. Tessa looked down at her body and then at a particularly short skirt in the window. Athena had said that some things would be easier as a woman. Her body in that outfit would definitely get the attention of a man, she thought. She took a deep breath and headed into the store. The things I do in the line of duty, she thought. Chapter 9 Before heading out to check out the yacht, Tessa decided to see just what her new body was capable of doing. She found a pair of running shorts, top, and shoes in her closet. She then realized that she had forgotten to put something on and searched the drawers of the dresser until she found what she was looking for, a jog bra. Tessa headed out of the hotel and ran along the harbor and down the coast. She ran without effort and was pleased with both her stamina and endurance. She estimated that she ran ten miles by the time she returned to the hotel. Okay, she thought, I'm in good shape, but what about strength? The hotel had a gym, and she went inside to check it out. As expected, she wasn't nearly as strong as before, but neither was she a weakling. She also tried out a few of her martial arts movements and found that in some ways her reflexes were even faster. Tess returned to her hotel room to change with the confidence that she could take care of herself. Chapter 10 Tessa chose the long blonde-haired wig to wear with her disguise. In addition to the skirt, she'd bought a push-up bra, a low cut top, and a pair of high heels. After dressing, she examined her appearance in the mirror. She made one change as she adjusted her bra so her breasts were more prominent. After all, she was trying to attract the attention of the man on the yacht. She didn't want to look cheap and slutty, rather rich and sexy. Thankfully, the jewelry in her wardrobe was all top of the line, so she didn't have to buy anything new. She picked out a pair of diamond stud earrings and a gold chain. She also had a gold Rolex watch and a diamond tennis bracelet. Tessa styled her hair and makeup until she achieved the look she was going for - a spoiled rich girl, just the sort of look that would get her on the yacht, and hopefully, the leads she needed to get her prey. An hour later she walked slowly down by the piers. She pretend to talk on her cell phone as walked slowly past the numerous yachts. The crews of the boats immediately noticed her and made all sorts of comments, mostly sexual in nature. She pretended not to understand what the men were saying, even though she found that she understood everything that was said, in Spanish, French, and Italian. She only hoped the man on the Dolphin noticed her. She walked along the docks towards the boat, acting bored and occasionally stopping to look at the other yachts. Tessa wondered what her old friends on the teams would think about what she was trying to do. Deep down, she knew they would approve; she was just doing what it took to get the job done. As she approached the stern of the Dolphin, the man she had seen earlier smiled at her. He was up on the bridge of the boat and obviously had a bird's eye view of her prominent breasts. "Good afternoon, senorita," he greeted her. Okay, she thought, so far so good. She looked up and, pushing her sunglasses up on her head, smiled back. "What a beautiful boat. It's so big!" "Thank you," he replied, as he stepped down towards the main deck. He couldn't help but notice what a sexy young woman she was. He had bedded many women by bringing them on the yacht, and this blonde would be a nice addition to his list of conquests. "Would you like a tour?" "I'd love it," she replied with a big smile on her face. "My daddy is thinking of buying a boat like this, and I've always wondered what they look like on the inside." The man smiled and moved closer to Tessa. "Really?" he replied as he helped her onboard. His eyes were locked on her exposed, pushed-up cleavage. "Yes, he owns hotels back in America," she answered in a matter of fact way. "My name is Sergio; I am the captain of the Dolphin." Tessa figured that he was lying, but she played along. "Really? A captain, wow!" "And what's your name?' he asked. "I'm Kristen, Kristen Trump," she replied in a matter of fact way. "Trump? As in Donald Trump?' he asked. "He's my uncle," she said innocently. If he can lie, so can I, she thought. "Well, Kristen, let me show you the Dolphin," he stated. He took her by the hand and led her inside. Tessa immediately knew she was on the right track as she looked over at Sergio's wrist. He was wearing a large diver's watch that had a SEAL trident on the face. It was Jason's old watch. It was the one on his wrist when he was killed. She then noticed the knife he wore on his belt. Tessa recognized the handle as the knife that she had taken from Nicola. So, he liked to wear trophies of his triumphs, she thought. He showed her around the yacht for nearly an hour. Tessa played her part and asked what seemed to be innocent questions. Soon she knew that he was the only crewmember currently living on the yacht, as the rest of the crew were temporary and wouldn't be needed until the next time the yacht got underway. "I have an excellent bottle of champagne chilling; would you like a drink?" asked Sergio. "The view of the harbor in early evening is so beautiful." Tessa smiled and sat down, making sure she crossed her legs slowly and seductively. Sergio retrieved the bottle of champagne and two flutes and sat down next to her. He opened the wine and filled the glasses. "Here's to the most beautiful woman that I've seen in Palma," he said as he touched his glass to hers. Tessa smiled back, sipped her wine and giggled. "Oooh, it's very good." Sergio slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He then leaned over and began to kiss her. Tessa played along and was shocked that she wasn't disgusted by the fact that she was kissing a man; maybe it was all part of her change, she rationalized. Soon his hands were on her breasts, and he started to undress her. Okay, kissing was one thing, but she decided that she wasn't about to have sex with him. "Can we go somewhere a little more private?" she whispered into his ear. Sergio nodded and led her into the main cabin. When he turned his back to close the door, Tessa hit him across the back of the neck, knocking him down to the deck. Before he could recover, she hit him a second time, knocking him out. It was all too easy, she thought. Sergio never suspected that she was a threat. She pulled his unconscious body up onto the bed and tied him up. She then removed the watch from around his wrist, turned it over, and saw the engraving that confirmed it was Jason's watch. Tessa searched his wallet and confirmed that he was Sergio Franco. She also removed the knife from his belt and waited for him to wake up. Sergio woke up nearly fifteen minutes later. He tried to sit up and discovered that he was tied up. "What the fuck?" he shouted. Tessa held a finger to her lips as she calmly placed the knife blade against his throat. "Be quiet, please." Sergio's eyes opened wide with fear. "What do you want, bitch?" She pressed the knife slightly harder against his throat "Watch your mouth. I want information. Tell me about this watch. If you lie, I'll hurt you," she said coldly. "Don't underestimate me because I'm a woman either." "The watch? Why?" he asked. Tessa pressed the knife a little harder against his throat, it started to break the skin, and a trickle of blood ran down his neck. "I'm the one asking questions. Now, where did you get this watch?" She asked as she held it up. She kept her tone flat and unemotional as she had always found that this worked best when interrogating someone. Sergio hesitated, as if he was trying to think of a lie. 'It...it was given to me." "By whom?" she asked. "My... my cousin," he answered. "What's your cousin's name?" she asked immediately. As Jason, she had interrogated several prisoners and learned that once they started to talk, not to give them time to think, but to keep pressing them; don't give them time to think. "Marco...Marco Franco," he replied. "Did he give you this knife too?" she asked. Sergio nodded as he wondered how the woman knew such things. "Why did he give them to you?" "I... I did a job for him," he replied. "What was that?" she asked. "I drove took them to Greece on the yacht," he answered. "Tell me more," ordered Tessa. "Marco came up to me and told me that he needed the yacht. He paid for six weeks use, and so who was I to argue. We sat off shore for a few weeks, then Marco got a radio message and we headed to the island. I swear that's all I know!" Good, she thought, she was definitely on the right track. "Did you go ashore?" she asked. His eyes opened wide in terror as he shook his head. Obviously, the woman knew what had happened on that island. "Dear god, no. I read what happened later. I had nothing to do with what was done to those people." He then began to cry. "What was the name of the other man?" asked Tessa, ignoring his cries. "I don't mean the Englishman, I know who he is." "His name is Dieter... Dieter Schultz," he replied quickly. "So, he's German?" asked Tessa, as she remembered the shorter of the two men in the image that Athena had shown her. "I... I think so, he was a friend of Marco when they served in the legion," he replied. "The French Foreign Legion?" asked Tessa. Sergio nodded. "They met when they were stationed in Djibouti with the 13th," he replied. Okay, that will make things a little more difficult, she thought. The men she was hunting had military backgrounds; still, she would put her training up against theirs. She had worked with some legionnaires a few times and they were good. "Where are they?" she asked. "Marco lives here in Palma; I think Dieter lives in Hamburg," he replied. "What's Marco's address?" she asked. "I can't tell you... he'll kill me," pleaded Sergio. "He won't get a chance; if you don't tell me, I'll kill you. I have his name, and you're telling me will just save me time," she replied. "You know, Sergio, this is a very sharp blade, and I can cut your throat like as easily as cutting through butter." "You're a woman...you wouldn't kill me," said Sergio, a nervous smile growing on his face. "I've killed many men, Sergio; what's one more?" she replied. "Give me his address." Sergio obeyed; even if he lied, she still had a name to work with. "Now, the other men who went on the island, were they also in the Legion?" she asked. Sergio nodded. "Yes, Marco recruited them all from his old unit." "What about the Englishman, did he leave the island with you?" "How do you know about him?" he asked. "Answer my question," she ordered as she pressed the knife back against his throat. "Yes, he came back here with us. He left a day later with the German. I didn't like him; he drank too much and was rude. He barely talked to me; I think he thought he was better than me." Tessa nodded. She began to debate what she would do with Sergio. She couldn't leave him here, as he would be found. She didn't see a need to kill him, as all he had done was sail the attackers to Greece. Then he helped make the decision for her. He struggled to sit up and the gold chain that hung around his neck slipped out of his shirt. Around the chain was a small silver ring that had a ruby mounted in it. Tessa immediately recognized it as the ring she had given Lisa. "Where did you get that ring?" she demanded angrily as she reached down, snapping the chain and holding up the ring. She felt a fury growing inside. Sergio's eyes opened wide in fear. "Please... please don't hurt me." Tessa felt her rage growing with each passing moment. "Answer my question, NOW!" "I'm sorry, I took it off one of the women," he confessed. He began to cry again. "It seemed a pity to let it be burned with her body." "You said that you never went ashore," she stated. It then hit her. "You lied to me! You raped and killed the woman who owned this ring, right?" "I... I didn't kill her," he stammered. "But you raped her and then stole this ring?" demanded Tessa. "ANSWER ME!" Sergio nodded as he cried. "They were going to kill her anyway: what was the harm?" In the blink of an eye, Tessa reached down, and in a twisting motion that she had practiced many times but never actually done, she snapped his neck. It was surprisingly easy and less messy than slitting his throat. Tessa stared at his dead body; her only regret was that he had died too quickly. She looked at the ring in her hands and began to cry. Chapter 11 Tessa was able to get off the yacht without being seen. Before leaving, she had untied Sergio and made it look as if he had been killed during a robbery. She disposed of the blonde wig on the way back to the hotel. The rest of her outfit would be disposed of as soon as she changed back at the hotel. The killing of Sergio had happened so quickly that it even caught her by surprise. She didn't mourn his death, as he deserved to die; rather, it was the way she had reacted that bothered her. As a SEAL, she had killed many times, but never like that. She had been in a rage; as a SEAL, she had always been in control. Acting in anger led to mistakes, and she couldn't afford any missteps. She wondered where she would end up by the time this was all over. The next morning she read the paper and watched the news on TV. There was a small story about a murder and robbery on a yacht. The police believed it was done by local criminals. Tessa knew she was lucky and that the next time she would have to be more careful. She also worried that Sergio's death might tip off Marco. She pulled out a city map and found the address that Sergio had given her. It was only a few blocks away from the hotel. She decided to recon the neighborhood later that afternoon. Fighting off her curiosity, she avoided the waterfront that day and instead walked into the downtown shopping district. She sat down at a caf? and tried to read the paper, but was lost in her own thoughts. Tessa looked at the ring that she had once given Lisa. She had planned to ask Lisa to marry her when they finished the dig. She stared at the ring and then thought about her reaction after she killed Sergio. It was the first time that Tessa could ever remember crying in her entire life. As soon as she thought about Lisa, the pain started to return, and she had to do everything possible to stop the flow of tears. No, she thought, I can't allow myself to get caught up in the emotions of this. She had seen people die before and had lost two members of her team, but their losses paled to how she felt about Lisa. Tessa slowly regained her composure and thought about how she would deal with Marco and the others. Chapter 12 Tessa walked down the street to the address that the now deceased Sergio had given her. She walked past the address without stopping. It was located in a five story apartment building. Judging by the apartment number, Marco's place was on the top floor. She continued up the street and stopped at a small caf? on the corner. She ordered lunch in Spanish to blend in better and sat down at a table that would allow her to observe the building. It didn't take her long to figure out that it would be difficult to get in and out easily. She knew she'd been lucky with Sergio, and the last thing she wanted was to end up in a Spanish jail. No, she would have to do Marco somewhere else. She thought about just shooting him from a distance, but she wanted to question him first, as she still had to confirm the locations of Dieter and Daniel. Then there was the man who had financed the attack. Tessa figured that she would have to get that information out of Daniel. It was obvious from what Athena had shown her that the other men were just hired for muscle, and from what she knew of Daniel, she suspected that he wouldn't have shared any important information with them. As she casually watched the building for a sign of Marco, she saw a man walk by. He looked familiar, and she noticed that he was also studying Marco's home. It took her a second to realize who the man was; he was Lisa's brother. She had never met Jonathan Barnard, but Lisa had shown her several photos of her brother. Lisa was very proud of him, as he was an award winning investigative reporter. He was four years older than her and had worked for several newspapers before becoming a fulltime writer for the Boston Globe. In addition, he had written several books on international crime. Tessa had read several of the books, including one on the international sex slave trade. He had helped uncover a major sex tourism business, which led to the arrests of many prominent people. . He had a rugged look, sort of like Harrison Ford, although his hair had more gray in it. Lisa had said that his hair had started to turn gray when he was in his twenties. She was convinced that Jason and Jonathan would get along famously, but alas they'd never met. Tessa immediately figured that he was investigating the murders in Greece, and while she was glad that someone was trying to catch the men responsible, the last thing she needed was publicity. Her task had just gotten more complicated. Chapter 13 Tessa spent the next few days hanging out in the area of Marco's apartment. She only spoke Spanish and was soon treated like a local and not a tourist. She saw Jonathan a few times in passing, but so far he hadn't paid her any attention. She suspected that he was also seeking Marco. Tessa hit pay dirt two days later when she saw Marco walk into a restaurant down the street from his place. She immediately recognized him from the vision that Athena had granted her. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt that allowed Tessa to see a tattoo on his arm; it was the emblem of the Foreign Legion. Tessa knew she had the right man; the question was what her next move should be. She was dressed in a short skirt and silk blouse, nice but not sexy enough to attract a man like Marco. She went into the ladies room of the restaurant, adjusted her bra to make her breasts more prominent, and unbuttoned two of the top buttons of the blouse, to better show off her breasts even more. She applied a fresh coat of lipstick, used some additional mascara, and a few drops of perfume. As Tessa examined herself in the mirror, she wished she had time to go back and change, but this would have to do. She walked out of the lavatory and slowly strutted over to the bar, slowly swaying her hips. She sat down at the bar, crossed her legs and ordered a glass of wine. Marco was sitting alone at a table across from her. He ran his eyes over her and then went back to his lunch. Short of walking over and sitting down at his table, there wasn't much else she could do, so she drank her wine and read the menu. Trying to attract a man wasn't something that they taught her in the SEALs, so she considered this on the job training. Maybe he's gay, she thought, as he continued to eat his lunch. In spite of herself, she started to giggle at the thought that he might have been more attracted to Jason. Chapter 14 Tessa was about to order another glass of wine when she sensed that someone was standing behind her. She turned slowly and saw Marco standing in front of her. He had a sly smile on his face. "Do you speak English?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. Then she switched languages. "But my Spanish isn't bad either." He nodded as his smile grew. "Touch?." She then switched to French. "Mais oui." "Let's stick to English," he said. "I always hated speaking French." He sat down next to her. "My name is Marco." "I'm Tessa," she replied. "Pretty name," he said. "I don't usually see tourists around here; they usually stay closer to the main section of town." "That's why I'm not there," she replied. "I don't like tourists either." "You're too pretty to be a tourist. I noticed you the other day. I'm glad you came back," he continued. "The question is why?" "I was bored downtown, besides the food here is excellent and so is the wine." Marco nodded. "Your glass is empty, would you like a refill?" Tessa smiled back. "I thought you'd never ask." Chapter 15 They made small talk for a while, until Marco looked at his watch. "I have a business engagement that I cannot afford to miss in an hour. However, I'd like to take you out to dinner. You interest me, Tessa." "I'd like that," she replied. "I'll pick you up at ten," he said. "Sounds good," she replied. "I'm staying at Costa Azul." She saw no need to lie to him at this point. "I know," he replied with a wink. So the hunted has become the hunter, she thought. "Really?" "When I saw you here the other day and followed you back. Sorry, old habits die hard," he said. Tessa smiled back. "You must tell me more about these habits over dinner." Marco laughed. "If you only knew, my sweet." A short time later, Tessa was heading back to her hotel. It bugged her that he'd been able to tail her without her knowing, but that was water under the bridge; she wouldn't underestimate him again. Tessa also had to admit that if she hadn't been a woman, there was no way she would have met Marco so quickly. A large man, like Jason, would have stood out in the neighborhood, but an attractive exotic woman, like she was now, was a definite advantage. She silently thanked Athena. Chapter 16 Tessa decided to wear a short black sleeveless dress that night, along with a pair of black pumps. Thankfully, she had no trouble walking in high heels. She also wore the black lace panties and matching bra. She told herself that it was all in the line of duty. Still, she had to admit that she looked pretty good, and the lingerie felt nice against her body. Marco arrived on time and nodded in approval at her appearance. "Very nice, classy, unlike many women these days." Tessa thought about Lisa and that this monster was one of those responsible for her death. She was able to smile back. "Thank you." He took her to a small seafood restaurant. "They make the best paella here," he explained. "The nice thing is that the tourists don't know about it yet." As they ate, Tessa had the strange feeling they were being watched. She doubted it was someone working with Marco, as he seemed like the type of man who didn't need or want assistance. She did her best to act as if nothing unusual was going on as they ate. She told him that she was an heiress, and that she was spending a few months in Europe. He seemed to believe what she was saying, and she suspected that he was the type of man who wouldn't see a woman as a threat. Dinner lasted until well after midnight, and they moved into the bar for after dinner drinks. While she knew that he was a murdering criminal, she found that he was a very charming man. She then made the decision that she would go back to his place if he asked. She knew that she couldn't kill him the way she had Sergio; too many people had seen them together, but maybe she could get some info out of him. She let him seduce her, and she wasn't disappointed as he suggested that they go back to his place. Tessa knew that she had to do this in order to find out the location of the other killers, even if it meant going to bed with him. Chapter 17 The sex wasn't nearly as bad as she had thought it would be. She guessed that part of her transformation was that her sexuality had changed, as she wasn't disgusted about having sex with a man. Yes, she was creeped out about having to be in bed with the man who had killed her Lisa, but it was a necessary evil. She pretended that Marco was the greatest lover in the world and complimented him on his lovemaking skills. They made love twice before drifting off to sleep. Tessa woke up the next morning alone in bed. She looked around as she got out of Marco's bed. She took a long shower, dried off, grabbed one of his shirts and slipped it on. For now, she would play the role of his lover. She walked into the kitchen where she found Marco. He was dressed in a white linen suit. He greeted her with a long passionate kiss, his hands cupping her ass with both hands as he pulled her close. It took all of Tessa's self control not to kill him right then. She just played along, knowing that soon he would be dead. "I have a business meeting. I promise I won't be too long; promise me that you'll stay here," he asked as he leaned down and kissed her again. "Okay," she replied. "Thanks, I won't be long," he said as he left. Tessa waited for a while before she started snooping around, as she wanted to make sure that he was really gone. His apartment was strangely devoid of personal touches. Her hotel room seemed homier than his place, she thought. The one thing that caught her eye was his computer. She couldn't believe her luck, as he had left it turned on. Before she used it, she checked around the room for security devices. Tessa figured that he had just been sloppy and left the computer logged on, but there was no sense in taking chances. After twenty minutes, she was satisfied that the room was clean. She sat down at his computer and did a quick search of his files. In his address book was the number for a D. S. with an address in Hamburg. She couldn't believe her luck when, right under it, was another address for a D.M. in the Bahamas. She would go to Germany first and take care of the other legionnaire before paying a visit to Daniel Morehead. Tessa then opened a photo file and saw a group shot of men in uniforms. She recognized several of the men including Marco, and Dieter. There were several other men who looked familiar and then Tessa realized these were the ones that she had killed back in Greece. The question remained, how would she dispose of Marco? Too many people had seen them together, so she couldn't kill him like she had his cousin. She looked around his place and across the street. There was a building right across the street that was two stories higher. She then examined the windows and found that they were regular glass, as an idea formed in her head. Chapter 18 When Marco returned, he found Tessa watching TV. She was still dressed in just his shirt. "Damn, I wish I had time for another round of lovemaking, but I have to leave for the mainland. I'll be back in two days; will you still be in town?" he asked as he sat down next to her. Tessa nodded as she kissed him. Two days could give her enough time to figure out a way to take him out. Marco dropped her off at the hotel, and she watched him drive away. She went up to her room to think. The first thing that came to her mind was how much she had actually enjoyed the sex with Marco. She was disgusted by him personally, but the physical act was very enjoyable. She also felt no guilt at all over having sex with a man, and for this she thanked Athena. She studied the map of the neighborhood. It would be impossible to kill him up close; even if she did, she was on an island and getting off would be very difficult. As he had military training, he wouldn't be as easy to overpower as Sergio, and even if she succeeded, she would look like she had been in a fight. No, she would have to do it from a longer distance, but where would she get a gun? Then it hit her, and she pulled out the phone book. An hour later she was walking down a side stre