Cheetah was woken up the next morning by a hand gently shaking her. When she didn't move, the shake became more violent until, finally, she sat up in bed and faced her attacker. "Damn it Spot!" she cried. "It's like seven o'clock in the morning!"

"Actually, it's six o'clock," he replied with a smirk. "Now get your ass out of bed." When he was sure that she wasn't going to go back to sleep, he exited the room to allow the girls some privacy.

A dark-haired girl came over to her. "I'm Storm. I guess you're selling with me today."

Cheetah shrugged. "Looks like it"

It was a half hour later when they got to the distribution center. "Papes are two for a penny," Storm informed her.

"I ain't got money," Cheetah said for, what felt like the hundredth time.

"Damn," Storm replied. "I'll spot you two bits and you can pay me back later."

Great, now she could be indebted to even more people. Not seeing another way out of her situation, Cheetah simply nodded and allowed Storm to get their papers.

By noon Cheetah was starving. "When do we eat?" she questioned Storm.

"We eat now. You eat later," Storm replied. "Spot wants you down at the docks." The walk to the docks was silent, with Cheetah cursing off Spot in her head.

Storm left as soon as they reached the docks. Spot was waiting for Cheetah as she slowly walked down them. "How'd you do selling?" he asked her.

"Well, I owe Storm two-bits," she answered.

"Why didn't you just pay her back out of your profits from the day?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. When she didn't answer he began to laugh.

"What?" she demanded.

"You didn't even make two-bits today," he managed to reply before cracking up again.

"Okay, so I'm not the best newsie in the world. It's only my first day."

"At this rate, it's going to take you all year just to pay me back," he commented with a smirk.

"Shut up," Cheetah snapped. Looking around, she noticed that nobody else was around. "What are we doing here?"

"I'm teaching you how to fight."

Great, just what she needed. Some amateur with an attitude telling her how she should fight. She felt a sudden desire to take him by surprise and throw a few good punches once they started. Luckily, she managed to calm her anger before they began. Once again, she would have to pretend she was just a normal girl. Not the daughter of Aldo Moretti.