Epilogue

The bar was smoky and as shady as its inhabitants, but that was expected. This was not the side of town good little girls wandered into without dire consequences. It was everything Sasoli had come to enjoy in her line of work. The males were self-proclaimed men who would love nothing more than to get into her pants willingly or by force and there was nothing better in the world than to take them down a dozen or so notches.

She threw back a shot of whiskey and surveyed her prey. Regretfully, the pickings were slim since she'd been there a couple nights before. Still, her target was finally in sight and she was ready to pounce.

Victor Dejuan was a rejected application who had nothing better to do than try to stick it to the company that didn't hire him. Vandalism could have been handled by the police but destruction of property and theft was beyond the line. She was called in personally to find and capture since he had managed to evade the police thus far, it had taken her a week.

Her lip curled in disgust as her prey literally drooled into some girls cleavage. Great, she rolled her eyes, just what I need. Maybe I can just get Zarah to pound this guy for me...

Homesickness hit her suddenly and unexpectedly. There was no way she would be able to get Zarah to handle this pervert for her, he was home with Pan, and she was an entire ocean away. Why had she even thought to ask Zarah? She handled creeps like this all the time. She was alone and she would have to handle this alone.

There was no reason for her to feel this way, she had just called her brother to get the latest news. Bra and Goten were engaged and living together while Trunks was on the verge of proposing. Everything was fine . . . so why did she feel this way . . . ?

"Yo, bar tender! Another drink for the lady!"

Sasoli snapped to attention as another whiskey appeared in front of her. She picked up the shot glass and scanned the bar for the generous buyer. She only smirked when she realized the buyer was her target. Not even bothering to drink she sashayed her way to him making sure to swing her hips enticingly.

"Hello handsome," she forced herself to purr, "How am I ever going to repay you?" She made a show of swallowing her whiskey.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," he leered at her, or more accurately her breasts.

A light lit up in her bracelet and Sasoli became immediately concerned. Zarah only activated her bracelet when there was an emergency or to have her check in.

"Today at Capsule Corp. a secretary has been murdered and , more startling news, the President Trunks Briefs is the chief suspect. He was arrested today when a material witness came forward with evidence of plans to do away with not only one but all the secretaries in the building."

"So doll," annoyance almost overshadowed Victor's lust, the key word was almost. "Are we going to hit the sheets are what?"

Sasoli leaned in to whisper into his ear seductively, "Only if we can make it quick."

"In such a hurry?" He all but jumped to his feet to escort her out of the bar.

"Yes," She didn't even bother to act like she was interested, "So where is your place?"

"It's on Palandale, the Emeraldes Apartment Complex number 75. Why?"

"I brought my own car, I'll meet you there," Sasoli waited until her 'date' left when she pulled out her cell phone. In a matter of five minutes, she had left an anonymous tip to the police, reported to her company, and to her brother. The message to her brother had been the shortest, "I'm on my way."

She was going home.

The End

AN: Thanks for sticking with me through this series. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all of your support and reviews. The final sequel will be called "The Life of a Spy." So keep an eye out for the next installment! Michelle