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Mina inwardly grimaced as she walked to the table. It was a table full of rowdy men, getting off work for the weekend and looking to blow their paychecks on some "booze and babes, " as they so crudely put it. She took a deep breath and pasted on a fake but beautiful smile on her face.
"Hello gentlemen. I'm Mina and I'll be your "Babe" tonight. If you need anything," here she seductively licked her lips, screaming in protest inwardly "at all, don't hesitate to call me. Okay?" The men smiled suggestively and elbowed each other. One by one, they gave her their orders and one by one they groped her, sat her on their laps and snaked their hands up her skirt. She continued smiling and took down their orders. She walked toward the bar and Vinny saw her coming. She slammed down her tablet and tore off the order. As she handed Vinny the orders he sneered.

"Now, now Mina. The customer's won't be pleased if they see you angry."

She clenched her fist and schooled her tight face into a fake grin for the third time that night.

"Yes Vinny."

"Think of you twin sisters."

Mina cringed and her shoulders slumped in defeat. She trudged to the next table to take the next order as Vinny smirked behind the bar.

What am I doing here? What am I doing here? I hate this place! She thought to herself. It was 3:50 A.M. when she finally got out of work. As she walked out the door, she wiped her face off with a wet cloth. Her cakey make-up came off and she smiled ruefully when the thought of Mulan and her "Reflection" song came to her. All of a sudden, a hand reached out and muffled her mouth. Another hand grasped the back of her dress and dragged her into a dark alley. How creative. A dark alley. Probably rat-infested. Throw in a couple trash cans and a few beer bottles. She came out of her anal thinking mode and immediately started to kick and punch. He grunted when she elbowed him in the stomach. She started running fast as she could, cursing the high heels that adorned her feet and impeded her attempt at break-neck speed. Heavy steps sounded behind her and she let out a strangled cry when the person behind her grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and jerked. Her eyes watered with pain and again she turned around to kick her attacker. The assailant had tackled her to the ground and pinned her with a heavy body. She heard a rasping voice in her ear.

"Fight me, will you. I like feisty women."

"Bastard!" She shouted and immediately regretted it as he grabbed her hair again and slammed her skull into the cement.

"I'm going to flip you over and you're…"
He didn't finish his sentence because Mina had somehow squirmed her arm out from under him and delivered an impossibly painful blow to his side.

"Monster." She spat out, "I have a black belt and I will use it. Get off me." She struggled again. She was still pinned under him, he was too heavy, and she struggled with all of her might to get out from underneath him. He regained his breath enough to rasp out,

"You don't get it bitch, I'll kill you. I've got a knife. I'll kill you." Mina froze when she felt cold metal at her back. "Now. I'm going to flip you over and you are going to do what I tell you. Understand." Mina could not reply. All the assailant heard was her fast, panicked breathing. She was clenching the hand that had gotten loose. She managed a slight affirmative nod and he eased his weight off her a little. He flipped her around and then straddled her hips. He indeed had a knife and was holding it in his right hand, dangerously close to her neck.

"So pretty. " He crooned and started tracing patterns on her face and chest with his knife. She took shallow breaths, trying to avoid the knife pricking her skin. He continued crooning and murmuring perverted things. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. God. Help me. That's all she managed to think. She began assessing the surrounding area ignoring the man's fumbling with her clothing. Her face was toward a wall with graffiti on it. She detachedly noted that the graffiti stated "Don't Hate'" Presumably, the street was on her left but she dared not turn her head. Suddenly she heard a deep voice moaning out a song. It was a very off-tune attempt at the folk song "What Would You Do With a Drunken Sailor," complete with a Irish accent. Mina's heart rate speeded up when she heard steps coming closer to her and her attacker.

"You dere. Wha ya duin to de preddy leddy?" The man on her straightened up but Mina's body slumped. Her rescuer was drunk. "Gerroffer!" Mina turned to the voice and made out a shadow swaying its way over to her.
"Get out of here, if you know what's good for you, louse." The man on top of her groused.

"Na-uh-uh." The drunken man taunted childishly. "You ged ou'"

The weight on Mina's body suddenly disappeared when her assailent stood up abruptly and angrily stalked to the drunk man. Mina jumped up and took on a defensive stance. She was surprised, however, when the drunken man suddenly straightened and sent a few quick strikes to the man wielding the knife. The man slumped over and the knife fell to the ground with a clatter. Tears gathered in Mina's eyes and she stood there shocked. The drunk man walked straight to her and said in clear, British accent,

"Are you all right?"

Mina broke down. She was hysterical. The man quickly grabbed her before she fell and winced when she stiffened in his arms.

"Don't worry poppet. You will be fine. Come along now. Out of this dark and decrepit place." He guided her out into the street and directed her towards a small fast-food restaurant. He seated her and left the booth. He immediately came back with a bowl of ice and some hot tea. He clucked as he wrapped some ice in a cloth and pressed it against her face. Through it all, Mina sobbed. When she finally calmed down, she tentatively sipped the tea. She drank the whole cup and placed it in the saucer, her hands shaking causing the cup and saucer to clatter. She finally looked on her rescuer's face. He had kind, light blue eyes.

"Thank you."

"Oh, posh, it was nothing."

"You saved my life."

He smiled and leaned forward. "Drink your tea darling. The police are going to arrive soon." He smiled when she gestured to the empty cup. He moved to get her a new cup when she shook her head. Police sirens sounded in the streets and the rescuer smiled.

"Don't you worry about that bastard. I called your American Police and there they are. Dammed efficient things those men are. I'm working with them, you see. Just a minute." He signaled to the people standing behind the counter and indicated that they keep an eye on her. He was back a few minutes later with a dark uniformed policeman. The night was long for Mina. Her head pounded and her body was sore. She was examined and pronounced fine and the policemen took her statement. When Mina walked out of the office she saw her rescuer engrossed in a conversation with a red-headed cop in his mid-forties. The rescuer looked up and smiled. He gestured to the cop and stood to join Mina.

"Artemis," the red-head called.

"Yes." Her rescuer, evidently Artemis, said.

"How long you stayin'?"
"Just enough to look up a few contacts and research a bit."

The red-head nodded in understanding and then smiled. "Well tell ole' One-Eye that we need you more than the Scotland Yard."

Artemis chuckled and nodded. "Cheerio mate."

He turned to her and asked, "Can I take you home?"

Mina nodded her head and they headed out.

Mina smiled when the British man chattered all the way to her house. About London. About Scotland Yard. About his wife Luna. About Princess Diana "God rest her soul." The gallant British man walked her up to her house door and tipped his hat toward her. Mina smiled and headed to bed. Then she remembered. The moon illuminated her tear-filled eyes. She heard a bump and quickly sat up in bed, all her senses alert and screaming at her.

"Mina?"

Mina's body slumped and she murmured "yeah?"

"What happened?"

Mina didn't say anything. The silver-headed teen shuffled towards the bed and climbed in. Mina drew back the covers and they snuggled up together. They almost fell asleep when the door opened again. A small and lithe figure glided to the bed and crawled into the covers. Mina felt the comfort radiating from the twins and she felt hope burgeoning in her heart. I'm getting out. I'm getting out now. She smiled and snuggled up to her sisters and fell asleep, the last thought in her mind was gratefulness to the jolly, white haired man named Artemis.