"Life sucks." I said, ouloud to anyone who would listen.

"Girl, you just gotta play your cards right, thats all." Lula stood a few feet away from me, her hands placed firmly on her hips.

Connie straightened out her newspaper. Lula turned around and stared at her. We both knew she was esedropping. "Anything to add, Connie?" I asked.

"The weather in Phoenix is going to be hot. Again." Connie said without looking up.

"Where the hell is Phoenix?" Lula asked, and ploped down onto the couch beside me.

"Arizona." I said, and instantly was hit with a wave of greif.

"WHY DO I HAVE TO GO?" I whined.

"We need a male and a female represenative. You're out best female."

That was a step up from where I thought I was. That ment that the best male bounty hunter from this office would only be a hallway down. DAMN! Why did I get stuck with this stupid "Bounty Hunter Convention"?

"Look. Here's your face on the cover of this magazine." Connie quickly opened the drawer to her desk and tossed me a magazine.

Bounty Hunter, that was the title. How original. And there I was, on one of my better days. My hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and my shirt was sorta clean. You could see the waistband of my jeans, and the tops of my thigh's, and the rest of my legs ran off the page. I was ducked in a army-run, with one arm at my side gripping my Smith and Wession. The picture was recent. Really recent...like...last Tuesday.

I checked the top. The issue date was Sunday. Today was Thursday. Below the issue date was the title, "Bombshell: Beauty or Beast?"

I flipped through the magazine, past the handcuff and gun ads, to the article. There was three pages of it. In red, there was the title, "Beauty" and then on the opposite page was "Beast." In the top corner, there was a picture of me in my distraction get-up. And then in the lower right-hand of the last page, there was me, covered in mud and Gretchen Worley's pizza. Read the article through a few times, memorising every detail. "I looked great in anything, even pizza... Car-deffecent... Information magnet..." the list was endless.

I looked up at Connie. "Where'd you get this?"

"Found it in Vinnie's office." At that, I threw the magazine a few feet infront of me, and it kept sliding until it was under the filing cabinet. "You know what he's probably done with that?" I squeaked.

"That's why your going. There EXPECTING you to be there." Connie said, and fished the magazine out from under the cabinet.

"Shit." I muttered. "Got any skips I can get before I leave?"