Carissa Marie St. Clair, I've done a lot of things in my life. I hold a lotta secrets – but who doesn't? I was working at Honey Pops club when in walks a sweet little out of place redhead, an FBI looking sort, and a tall drink of southern water waltz in through the lolly pop decorated door. Seeing as I didn't have a customer, I sashed right up to them and offered a private dance. My gawd was it hilarious to watch the little red head blush crimson, and the southern boy avert his eyes to be polite.

I could see the gun hidden in the blond woman's waistband, now I don't know about you, but that is suspicious to me. So, I lead them through the small walkway in between customers and into a private room, pulling my 22 handgun from underneath the seat cushion.

"I want answers and I want them now. Who are you?" I asked, loud frustration lining my voice.

The blond woman reached for the back of her waist band – "No, stop it. Let me see both of those hands. Now I'll ask again, who are you?"

The Red head and the Man had a worried and pleading expression, hands up.

"Ok, ok, I'm Cornel Eve Baird with eco-counter terrorism. A couple years ago you got a letter, inviting you to a library, but you didn't show. Right or are you not-", Eve pulled out a small ledger, "Carissa St. Clair?"

This question had peaked my interest. As I had received a pale white letter inviting me to apply for a librarian position at the metropolitan library. But I didn't go or couldn't, either way you'd like to see it, because of a doctor's appointment, and I had work the next day. I nodded slowly, lowering my 22; I slid it into my cowboy boot, as I wasn't wearing much else. The 3 of them relaxed their faces, and put their hands down.

"Oh thank god, there are people trying to kill you, Jake back there is from Oklahoma. We had a few ninjaproblems", Baird said, gesturing to the southern looking man behind her. But nevermind that, she had just said something absurd, "Wait, ninja's? In Oklahoma? How does that even happen?"

Both Baird and 'Jake' exclaimed in unison, "That's what we said!"

After a moment of thought, I nodded, "If that is the situation then we must go, like now." I dragged the three of them out of the room and into the main strip. I strutted with purpose, but was interrupted when a piggish man slapped my rear, asking for lap dance. "Not now", I shrugged him off until he gripped my fore arm and pulled me in front of him. "Well I want it now", he bared his dirty teeth and lead on with a crooked smile.

"Alright, alright, let the lady go", I could hear Jake behind me, trying to reason with the dirty man, but he wasn't having it. He gripped my arm harder even though I warned him to let go. When he didn't, I grabbed his wrist and twisted back, "I said not now, I don't work on your time, sweetheart", the man cowered away holding his sprained wrist. I walked past him and into the dancer's dressing room, which thankfully was empty. The three of them followed, though I didn't notice much.

I changed out of the bikini top and into a grey sports bra. Slipping on a thick fishnet top and green cargo pants over small black spanx. I subconsciously forgotten, or just didn't care about the 3 other people behind me, as I had just been shamelessly topless in front of them. I had been tasteful at least; I turned my back to them, at least.

When I turned back to them they were a bit shocked to say the least. All of them were looking away, redder than radishes. I blushed slightly as well and walked out with the rest of them, to a small car and we all piled in. Baird explained that we were traveling to the Library, and how there were people trying to kill us because we didn't show up. It was exciting, and a bit scary, I mean the main reason I'm going is to figure out who is trying to kill me. And a little bit to analyze the librarian is totally nuts by now…..