Considering she was already the number one trend on the internet two hours after her news report, Otrera was pretty pleased with herself. Venus had spent about twenty minutes yelling at her and demanding that she never do that again, but it was all worth it. City hall wasn't please though, as theyy apparently called Venus and tore her a new one. If city hall was calling, that meant the Olympians were involved.

Otrera sighed and finished booking her flight. It would be nice to take a vacation. She earned it after all of the hard work that she had put in. Otrera's eyes moved to another screen, and she updated her notifications. Everyone seemed to have an opinion on what she said, and it seemed like everyone would be tuning into her special broadcast. A smile came to Otrera's face, and she printed the ticket for her flight.

The ratings for Venus' news show had been the best since the trial of Hades. Otrera had accomplished Venus' goal, and everyone was talking about Venus' show. Why was she so upset then? Otrera glanced at her watch and heard the sound of a door being slammed open. Right on time, it seemed.

Otrera started to look up, but two hands wrapped around her neck. Otrera was pulled to her feet, and she was slammed into the wall. Pain shot through her back, and she was suddenly unable to breath. Otrera blinked a few time and looked at the masked asshole that dared put their hands on her.

"What do you know about Praetor?" Amazon demanded. Her facial expression was hard to see, but there was absolute fury in her eyes. Otrera hit Amazon's hands, to try and free herself from the psychopath's grip.

"Let go," Otrera wheezed. Amazon studied her for a few moments and finally let go. Otrera collapsed against the wall and coughed miserably. She grabbed her neck with both hands and could already tell there would be bruising. It took her a few moments to bring her breathing back under control. "That is another assault that I could charge you with."

"It's going to be a murder, if you don't start talking," Amazon threatened. Otrera rolled her eyes. No one had seen Amazon since the death of Praetor. The last footage of Amazon was when Otrera simply asked her how she felt about the execution of Praetor. And what did Otrera receive for being such a brave, focused journalist? A punch to the face.

Amazon was lucky that the hero Apollo was able to heal Otrera's face. Otherwise, she would be paying for Otrera's surgeries. Otrera tried to press charges, but the police said that Amazon only acted that way because of emotional distress. That was a bunch of bull, but city hall had paid Otrera a nice amount to keep her mouth shut.

Otrera focused on Amazon's face. Amazon wore her stupid little costume, and the mask on her face was different than the other heroes. The Olympians and their little brats wore mask that wouldn't tear easily, but they were thick and heavy enough to not slip easily. The masks pressed against their face and made it easy to tell their expressions. Whatever material that Amazon used in her mask made it impossible to read her expression, and Otrera knew it could negate a simple knife slash to the face.

Otrera walked towards her desk and sat down. She reached one hand into a half open drawer and grabbed onto her pepper spray. Otrera spoke, "What is your connection to Praetor?"

"None of your fucking business," Amazon snapped. Voice modifiers usually hid the emotions of their user, but Amazon was so upset that it was impossible to miss. She was shaking as well. "Why did you say she was alive?"

"Are you friends?" Otrera wondered. She saw Amazon take a step forward, and her hand gripped the pepper spray. "Lovers? It would make a good angle, I think. Or, are you two family?"

Amazon didn't respond, as if she knew that she would give away the answer. Otrera smiled and stood. She slipped the pepper spray into her pocket and hummed to herself. Otrera sighed and spoke, "Alright, I guess I should tell you."

"You asked so kindly after all, by barging into my office and assaulting me," Otrera said. She wiped herself off and looked at Amazon. The villain looked like a caged leopard. "Venus has been bothering everyone at the station about being number one in ratings and getting the most views that we can, so I made up the story. People just gobbled it up, and I know you're wondering if we received great ratings. We did."

"There is no anonymous source. Praetor is rotting in hell where she belongs," Otrera said. She felt two hands grab onto her shirt, and she was thrown across the room. Otrera cried out and tried to reach for her pepper spray. Amazon pinned her to the ground and raised a fist.

"You will be arrested," Otrera warned. She stared at Amazon's fist and still remembered the pain of being punched last time. "I will have you unmasked, and I will report it to everyone. Get off of me. Or else."

After a moment, Amazon stood. It was a good thing that she came to her senses. Otrera slowly backed up and stood. Amazon spoke, "Don't you ever dare disrespect my sister like that again."

"Sister?" Otrera repeated. Amazon froze, and her eyes widened. A grin slowly came to Otrera's face. She walked towards her desk and sat down one more time. Hopefully, Amazon wouldn't attempt to murder her again. Otrera would still try to get under her skin though.

"So, Praetor is the sister of Amazon, probably the younger sister. It's weird, Amazon. Around the time that Praetor died, another teenager died in a car accident. She didn't have a driver's license though, and no one really saw her the weeks before her death. Her name was Reyna. Perhaps, you know her?" Otrera wondered.

"The last time anyone really saw Reyna was at school, before it was shut down for safety. When she died, she left behind an older sister named Hylla. Same height and build as you. Same eyes. Is that a coincidence? I'm not sure. I might have to share this information with the entire town and see what they think," Otrera commented. She could just see Amazon losing control.

Amazon was shaking in anger and clenching her fist tightly. There was a scowl on her face. Her eyes slowly moved around the room, focusing on the corners for some reason. Amazon spoke, "No security cameras?"

"Of course not. Why would we have cameras?" Otrera asked. Her answer was received in the form of two hands grabbing her throat for a third time. Amazon picked Otrera up and slammed her onto the desk. The only difference was the look in Amazons' eyes. "I will tell the police!"

"They'll be here to investigate your death," Amazon snapped. She tightened her grip. Otrera gasped and felt all of the breath leave her. For a small moment, she felt true fear. Amazon was going to kill her. Amazon was suddenly pulled backwards.

Otrera collapsed to the ground and wheezed miserably. A glance up showed that a hooded figure, possibly Huntress if the bow on her back was any indication. Otrera felt the ringing in her ears stop, and she slowly sat up.

"This is not the time and place for this," Huntress snapped. She had Amazon pinned against the wall. Otrera knew it would be a simply matter for Amazon to quite literally flick Huntress away, but it seemed like the villain was trying keep herself under control.

"She lied about Praetor being alive for views," Amazon hissed. Huntress slowly looked back at Otrera, and all Otrera could do was shrug. "Keep Praetor's name and my name out of your mouth. Or else."

"Venus told me to get views, so I did," Otrera replied. She smiled and slowly stood. Otrera leaned against her desk and rubbed her throat. She was going to need a deep body massage and a talk with a lawyer after this. "I do find it weird that Praetor didn't put up much of a fight though. Was it because she knew that she deserved her fate?"

Amazon shoved Huntress backwards and lunged forward. Otrera jumped behind her desk and brandished her pepper spray. Before she could see if the tiny little canister would stop the villain, Huntress grabbed onto Amazon and dragged her backwards.

Otrera watched Huntress seemingly use all of her strength to move Amazon, and after a few moments, Amazon seemed to relent. Huntress dragged Amazon out of the room. After a few moments, Otrera sat down and straightened up her desk.

Otrera glanced at her social media feed, and she could hear the sounds of arguing. After a minute of arguing, a door slammed shut. Otrera held her breath and waited. Part of her expected Amazon to rush back up there and try to strangle her once again or be real dramatic and try to throw her out the window. The other part thought that Huntress would come back to give her a thinly veiled threat. Instead, there was a silence.

After waiting for five minutes, Otrera slowly stood and closed the door to the room. She grabbed her phone and went to the last number she had called. After waiting a few dial tones, she heard someone answer.

"You may not agree with my methods, but it is done," Otrera said. She started to gather her things from her desk along with the ticket for her flight. It was leaving in two hours, and she had to be at the airport soon. "Everyone will think that Hylla stepped away for a few days to calm down. They will not realize what really happened, until it is too late."