I know many of you were waiting for some more Drakken/Veruna action. Sorry about that. I've been busy again, and on top of it all, I just bought a motorcycle, and I've been working on it. But I'm finally back, and I've brought a chapter I'm sure most of you will love. So let's get on with it. Enjoy, my friends.

"…and so I figured like, you know, being ISB would be way more fun than being a regular cop. So I went for it. Boom. Right into academy." Veruna chatted on as she piloted their speeder through the maze of traffic, intersections and levels of Coruscant. "And you know what…I was totally right. My parents didn't get it of course, ya know? We were loaded, and so why would I wanna go out and be some spy kid. Weren't your parents rich too?"

"Uh-huh." Drakken answered boredly. They had been flying through the city for twenty minutes, and Veruna had talked most of the time. She brushed a pink highlight out of her face.

"Then you know exactly what I'm talking about. Like I'd spend my life being some boring business exec. Best thing is though, I got to get this job, and keep my trust fund. Best of both worlds, am I right?"

"Oh…yes, sure." Drakken said. Veruna fell silent for a moment. She had apparently finally ran out of breath or things to talk about…at least for the time being. "So what's your story?" She asked. "Why did you want to be an Imperial officer?"

"Hm. Guess I wanted to get off Garos and go do something productive." He said in the most direct way possible.

"Wow. You're a real chatterbox." Veruna huffed. She thought of something that might make him happy. "You know your name is really getting out there." She said. "General Veers made you sound like the best officer he'd ever seen in his life. And coming from somebody like that…you'd better believe people's taken notice."

"Oh yeah?" Tharcourt droned.

"After this last mission of yours, rumor has it that you might end up teaching at a new special forces academy."

"Huh. Tempting as that might be, I think I'd rather stick it out with my team." He said. "I think I can do the most good there. I don't think I could leave them either." She smiled. Tharcourt was so close to his troopers. It was kind of hot how well he treated his subordinates, in fact. She imagined that a man like that would definitely know how to treat a lady right.

"Yeah, they probably wouldn't be as incredible without you there to lead them." She agreed. "The Empire needs more men like you." He looked over, somewhat taken aback by her compliment.

"I…I just do my job." He said.

"Exactly." She stated. Tharcourt smiled a little. "So…you drink?"

"Sometimes." He answered as they shot down into an even lower level. He looked back/up. It was almost impossible to see the sky now, and he realized that he had no idea how far down in the gargantuan city they had gone.

"Best place to gather information and make contacts down here is in the cantinas and clubs. The skeezier the better." She explained. They leveled out and slowed, driving casually down a street where it looked like every other building was a bar, gambling house or den of ill-repute. They stopped for traffic, and Drakken looked over at a particularly interesting-looking establishment. What it lacked in class, it made up for in colorful lighting.

"What about that place?" He asked. Zala looked over, and snapped her head back forward.

"N…no…not that one." She said quickly. He narrowed his eyes.

"And what's wrong with that scughole, compared to all the others?" He inquired.

"Nothing!" She replied, a little more excited than she wanted. "Just…I don't want to go back in that one. I had an…incident." He raised an eyebrow.

"What did you do?" He asked. "Lemme guess…you blasted half the customers." Traffic started moving again, and she started out, a peeved look on her face. "Nonono…you got into a barfight with some oversized goon and busted his head."

"Well…" She said in a low voice. He grinned. This was too entertaining now. She was definitely covering up something.

"Suddenly Major Veruna has nothing to say…" He teased. She rolled her eyes and huffed.

"Fine. I got howling drunk and made a total ass out of myself in front of everyone, okay?!" She admitted, and she felt her cheeks growing warm. Drakken chuckled a little.

"Oh come on…that's not so bad." He commented. Veruna let her mind wander to that night five years ago;

She stood on the table, dressed in a sweater hacked off at the bottom of her ribs, tiny pink shorts, knee-high stockings and high heels. The bottles and glasses that once adorned the table were laying broken on the floor as she held hers in the air, waving it about to the music as the patrons all cheered and howled at the very attractive and very intoxicated woman giving the entire room a free show.

"I know who I want to take me home

I know who I waaaaant to take me ho…ome

I know who I want to take me home…take meeee hooooooome" She sang.

"Yeah!" A drunken patron yelled. "Give us more, babe!"

"Closing time…every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." She sang out. "CROWD SURF!" She called out and dove off of the table, landing face-first on the floor and knocking over another table.

Veruna shuddered at the memory as she drove. They soon pulled up to a shabby building with a few red and blue lights on the façade, and bars over the only window looking out onto the street. If all of the other drinking establishments down here looked bad, this place looked worse, and Drakken wondered how many patrons got killed in this place every night. Veruna climbed out of the speeder like a teenager, hopping over the gunwale.

"This the place?" He asked. She winked at him.

"This is the place." She said with a grin. He climbed out and they stood before the cantina, Drakken looking at the place like he was sizing up an opponent, while Zala looked like she was seeing an old party buddy again. "So remember, your name is…"

"Colton Drake." He said in his least official-sounding voice. "And you're Ravena Zanetti." He scoffed. "My paramour."

"Oh Colton…" Zala teased. "Why do you have to be so stuffy. We're workin' here." She turned to a woman walking by. "Hey. Don't you be making eyes at my man." She said caustically. The poor Twi'lek woman motioned toward herself indignantly. "Yeah. You heard me. I do things to him in the bed you could never imagine!" Tharcourt made a choking sound.

"Well congratulations." The stranger said snidely, and walked off. Veruna turned back to Drakken.

"See? You have to really get into your part if you want people to believe it." She whispered. "Now, let's roll on in like the rebel scum we are, babe." She quickly fixed her hair and then maneuvered her bosom about in her shirt. "How's my girls?" She asked. Drakken glanced over at her with little enthusiasm for her antics.

"I'm sure they're fine." He stated.

"Oh you're so sweet." She grinned. Together they entered the bar.

"It's…filthy." He muttered, looking about the inside of the business. "Small…but filthy." The interior of the cantina, which only measured some eight meters in width and ten in depth, was filled with sights, smells and sounds that made him appreciate the high-class and affluent drinking establishment he'd visited on Tatooine. He felt strangely overdressed as Veruna led them to the bar. He took a seat to her right, next to a furry alien of unknown origin. The being looked at him and warbled something incoherent.

"Hey. How you doin'?" He asked with a polite upwards nod.

"Yo, bartender!" Veruna called. "Whaddya have to do to get a double spotchka in this joint?"

"Go kriff yourself!" The bartender called back, and promptly poured the drink and slid it along the bar to her. He then took a drink from a glass of something, and looked at Drakken like he was an invasive specie. "What the hell do you want, dingleberry?!"

"An ale." Tharcourt answered.

"Alls I gots in piss-warm kri-gee." The bartender, a swarthy, bearded man chewing on a toothpick answered.

"That's my brand." Tharcourt shrugged. The dark, hairy-faced human filled a glass from a dispenser that sounded like a belch, and slammed it on the counter in front of Drakken.

"Three credits." He demanded, looking between them, then drained the rest of the beer in his mug. Veruna slapped the payment down. Tharcourt took a drink of the weak, musty ale, and looked at the glass in his hand.

"Can I get a cleaner mug? He asked. "This one's dirty." The bartender skillfully launched the toothpick from his mouth, landing it against Tharcourt's forehead before it fell to the floor.

"Krink you, man. That's the cleanest one I got!" The barkeep growled. He took Drakken's ale, and dumped it into the glass he had been drinking from, then dropped it in front of him.

"Thanks." Drakken said insincerely. He turned to Veruna. "Lovely place…dear. Now what?" Veruna took a large sip of her strong blue drink, and motioned with her head. They stood, and she led him to a dim corner of the bar, where a couple of seedy-looking characters were sitting. She sat down at their table, and Drakken stood behind her, acting calm, but in a position to take action should the need arise.

"You lost?" The weequay at the table asked, not even making eye contact with Zala. The human beside him continued on with his one-man card game in silence.

"No, I'm shopping actually." She replied, and took another sip of her spotchka.

"I look like a flower shop, sugar muffins?" The alien asked. Drakken glowered at him. "Got a problem? What, this your wife or something?" Drakken found it hard to swallow, but he had to play his part. He placed a hand on her right shoulder.

"My girlfriend, laser-brain." He growled. "So watch it." Veruna gently rubbed her cheek against his hand.

"Mmhmmm…and they say all the good guys are extinct." She purred. "Right boys?"

"Whatever." The weequay grumbled. "So, what is it you wanted again, lovebirds?"

"We want to know where to buy blasters." Veruna stated. The human looked up for a brief moment before returning to his card game, but Drakken and Veruna both caught it.

"There's a blaster store two levels up and in the green district."

"I don't think you feel me." Zala countered. "We're looking for good blasters. You know, like ones with no official baggage attached to them."

"Hey…that's against the law, you know." The alien said very unconvincingly. "You want the Imps to come make you disappear?" Veruna leaned over the table towards him.

"Kriff the worthless Imps, kriff the damn emperor, and if you rat on me, I'll kill you." She hissed. Tharcourt was surprised. That was almost too convincing. She was good at her craft. The weequay held up his hands.

"Whoa whoa…easy there, girly." He backpedaled. "I didn't mean to ah…insinuate that I was in league with the Empire. I ain't saying anything." She slowly drew back into her seat and took a large gulp of spotchka.

"Then are you gonna help me out?" She asked, sounding weary of the conversation. "Cause if you don't know anything, I'm going somewhere else."

"Blasters are kind of hard to get right now…" He began, and Veruna was already standing.

"Told you, babe." She grumbled. "These guys aren't any help, no matter what word on the street says. Let's bail. The lower levels have better…" She cast a glance back at the two. "…customer service."

"Hold up." The human finally spoke, placing a final card on the stack. "I might know where to get some…various and sundry things." Veruna sat back down, and Drakken crossed his arms over his chest. "You see, the problem is that the Imps have spies all over." He paused and looked between them. Neither made any suspicious gesture, but looked back at the man as if he'd just stated the obvious.

"And?" Veruna pressed.

"Some people in what you might call…unorthodox businesses…have to be real cautious right now."

"Yeah…tell us about it." Zala groaned, rolling her eyes. "We had a run in with an Imp a week or so ago. ISB. When was that, sweetie?"

"Uh…yeah, it was a few days back." He improvised. "That guy was a real top-grade bantha's ass."

"Yeah, and you just had to shoot him before I got out of the way." Veruna said snidely. She looked at the human. "It took hours to get all of the karkin' blood out of my hair." She looked back at Tharcourt. "Honestly, I love you, but you can be a dumbass sometimes." Drakken shrugged.

"I thought he was about to kill you." He said. "I wasn't taking any chances with that." Veruna blew him a kiss, then turned back to the business at hand. "Sorry boys. Got a little unfocussed there. Love and spice, you know? Where were we?" The human scoffed.

"Alright. You two seem like an honest and decent set." He declared. "And I guess some of us ought to be grateful to you for scrubbing that ISB agent." He rubbed his stubbled chin dramatically. "I'll tell you what I'll do. There's a warehouse…twenty-three-thousand block, just a few kilometers down this street. Big, ugly place with boarded up windows. Meet me there in two hours. I'll see what I can do about getting you some…toys."

"I'm the kind of girl that likes really…really fun toys, so I hope they're good." Veruna schmoozed with a sultry grin.

"Yeah, we're not after little hideaway blasters." Drakken added.

"Don't worry. They're top-of-the-line." The man assured them. "Two hours. Don't be late. And don't bring any friends."

"What are those?" Veruna shrugged. "We'll be there. Just don't double-cross us, or we'll have to do something naughty."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Alright." Zala nodded. "You ready to go, my love?"

"Mm…whenever you are, sweetheart." Drakken answered, still having more issues with treating her like his lover than playing a traitor to the Empire. She stood, and raised up on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek before leading him outside. She hopped into the speeder, and Tharcourt followed suit. Veruna sped off into the city.

"Was that wizard or what?" She asked happily as they flew along.

"What, the lousy ale, or the cretinous lowlives?" Drakken replied. Zala laughed.

"Yes on both accounts, sweetie." She said. "Come on, you're having the time of your life playing spy, aren't you?" He started to speak, then grumbled irritably. "Yeah. Uh-huh. What I thought. It beats stiff uniforms and running around saluting everyone all day, doesn't it, Drakken?" He smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah, okay…it's sort of fun." He admitted. "Still think we're going to get killed, but it's fun. Remember, I'm not a crazy, danger-starved she-wolf like you, Zala." She cast him a genuine smile and nodded.

"Yeah you are." She said. "Mos def not a she wolf, but you love the adrenaline, and you have to be crazy to pass up a gig as an armory commandant to go playing in the middle of a place like Mimban."

"You really know everything about me, don't you?" He asked in a softer tone. She came to a stop outside of a motel or boarding house, and kept her eyes forward.

"No…I don't." She said. "I know you're a total badass, and you're obsessed with battle." She looked at him. "I know you gave up the life of a rich kid to go to war. You wear a size 43 boot. I even know you like carababbo tabac cigarras, and like your caf black." She scoffed. "You read old stories and listen to sad opera. Hell, Tharcourt, that brain of yours is probably almost as big as Admiral Thrawn's."

"Hm." He hummed dismissively.

"What I don't know…" Zala continued. "…what all the recordings and profiles and plants can't tell me…" He noticed that she was now giving him a sad smile, an expression of sincere caring. "What they can't tell me is what you're so afraid of, man." Drakken huffed.

"So why are we stopping here?" He asked. "I mean…this part of the plan?" She sighed and dropped her head.

"Yeah, this is a cheap motel we're crashing at tonight." Zala answered. "We need a base of operations before we head to our meeting."

"Base of…" Tharcourt looked back at the dingy building. "It looks like the only residents are mold and fungus."

"Good way to describe the people here." Veruna shrugged. "Come on, and grab the bag." She led him to the office, a small, dimly-lit room on the first floor. A rough-looking rodian woman approached the counter as they entered, and spoke their native language. "Need a room." Veruna stated. "Two nights."

"They have a double?" Drakken asked.

"Kriffin' hell, Colton…be hoping they have one bed in the room." Veruna shot back. She turned back to the rodian. "And we plan on making a lot of noise." She winked and nodded toward Drakken. "A…lot…of noise. Make sure there's nobody in the rooms next to us." The manager laughed, and handed her a key card as Veruna handed over a few Imperial Credits. The rodian said something, and Zala giggled. "No honey, I'm the big, bad beast." Drakken raised an eyebrow. Zala walked up, waving the card triumphantly.

"You speak Rodian?" He asked incredulously.

"Mmm…Rodian, Twi-lek, about a half-dozen others." She said haughtily. "No big." He watched as she sauntered toward the dilapidated turbolift, swaying her hips. Zala turned and bit her lower lip. "Coming, Collllton?"

"Damn well, why not?" He grumbled. They took the lift up two floors, and found their room near the end of the dim corridor. Veruna swiped the card and the hatch opened like rusty gears. They stepped into the room, and Drakken took one look and shook his head.

"What?" She asked.

"How much you pay for this room again?"

"Ten credits a day." She replied.

"You got cheated." He stated. The room looked like it was trying very hard to decompose. The walls were stained with water and rust. The bed looked like it had been stolen from a prison, and the room had a peculiar musty aroma.

"Yeah, well it's not the kind of crib I'm used to either, but it's called being a gray man." She groused. "Besides, like, we're not staying in this room."

"We're not?" He asked curiously.

"Nope. First rule of espionage…never leave an easy trail to follow." Zala said. She moved an old chest of drawers out from the wall, and took out a vibroknife. With all of the subtlety of a rabid lothwolf, she began stabbing away at the thin masonry of the wall. When she had weakened it enough, Veruna turned off the knife and looked at Drakken. "Care to help a damsel kick the hell out of this wall?" She asked sweetly. "I would, but…my little toesies." Tharcourt sighed, and used his engineer boots to batter a nearly one-meter hole to the next room.

"Happy?"

"Very." She smiled. "Why do you think I made the comment about not wanting neighbors?" She queried before crawling into the adjacent room. "Oh, and be a hero and slide that cabinet back over the hole when you come through. Please and thank you, sweetie."

"Well…" He muttered. "At least she's a damned good spy…" He tossed their duffel bag of equipment through the hole and crawled through. Standing, he found that the new room was about as equally bad as the first. Veruna was already sitting on the bed, bouncing lightly.

"Ready to meet with arms dealers, Drakken?" She asked happily. "Man, I do hope they're affiliated with Latoure."

"How are we going to handle it?" He asked. Zala took the bag and opened it, removing a small camera. She placed it under the rim of an end table, looking at their door.

"We go in, pretend to need more hardware, and act like we need info on imperial strength in certain sectors." She explained. "Without coming out and saying it, we'll tell them we're terrorists looking to disrupt imperial operations. If they think we have the money and the moxy, and…big if…if they're in league with Latoure, they'll lead us right to him."

"What if it's just a few criminals selling stolen blasters. You know, and they're not connected to him?" Tharcourt asked as Veruna took a blaster pistol from the bag and jammed it under a pillow.

"If that's the case, then we can either take them out or call in ISB later to arrest them." She answered. "Depends on...you know, how violent things get, of course." She winked.

"Oh, I bet you're just chomping at the bit for things to get violent." Drakken stated dryly.

"You ever…" Zala began. She bit her lip. "You ever been in the thick of it all, and it just…really does it for you?" She asked. The diminutive spy ran her index finger down his chest. "Like the threat of getting killed just…I don't know, makes you feel alive or something?" He half-heartedly swatted at her hand.

"No." He said forcefully. "Well…I sort of get what you mean…maybe." He huffed. "I guess the adrenaline always helped me focus, almost like a form of meditation or something. Isn't that a riot? Finding calm in the chaos…"

"You do have a way with words, sweetie." Veruna smiled. "Waayyy smarter than me."

"Wish people would quit saying that." Drakken groused. "Firmus, Freya, you. I'm not that clever. I just think about things before I do them…and sometimes after. I'm not that spectacular, Zala…I just do what I have to do. War comes like a nightmare. You pick your nightmare's side, you put your head down and you win."

"A good soldier follows orders. A good leader has to come up with really good orders in the first place." Zala shrugged. "There's not that many good officers in the Empire. Believe me, I know. I have to keep tabs on a bunch of them. Most of them just like the power and totally live to see how much they can get away with." She squeezed his arm gently. "Not you. You don't go in for all that ego trash. You're a soldier and a leader, and a good one." She smiled a little. "And you're a good person. Know how like, rare that is in this military?" She turned and fixed her hair in the mirror on the wall. "Hell, you're better than me, Drakken. Isn't hard, but I'm not a total sycophant myself." Drakken chuckled.

"You can get away with a lot more than I can too." He pointed out. "Piett knows the score, I think, and the head of Special Forces doesn't even give me orders. Still, I still have Lord Vader breathing down my neck constantly, and Admiral Ozzel is my superior. I don't think that man has the wherewithal to babysit a toddler, let alone command a squadron." He winced a little. "That may have been a bit out of line. Guess that'll go on my permanent record." Veruna put a finger to his lips with a sly grin on her face.

"I don't report everything I see and hear." She said. "You might be amazed at how many of your infractions and insubordinations just kinda…accidentally got deleted from the files over the last couple years."

"What…why?" He asked, confused.

"Like I said, you're a good officer and a really chill guy." Veruna answered. "Sometimes though…you need somebody to protect you." She walked away, back to fixing her makeup and hair, and Tharcourt stood silently. He had never until now given a thought to that. He was certain that he had said and done things that, if taken to the top, could be construed as him acting in a defiant or dangerous manner. It was a well-known fact that officers were monitored by the Empire, especially officers in lofty or important positions.

Veruna had, admittedly, broken the law herself by keeping his transgressions away from those who might use them against him. He knew that the ISB major was attracted to him; she was far too boisterous about it for it to be a joke. This went beyond attraction though. Drakken realized that the woman cared enough about him to risk her own neck to protect him. It was difficult to see past the ostentatious bragging and exasperating flirting, but somewhere inside, he could see that she was a genuine person.

"Thank you." He finally said. She looked sidelong and gave him a smile. She then adjusted her cleavage and motioned toward the hole in the wall.

"Care to open the door for a lady?" She asked jokingly.

"Not at all, miss." He replied with a false tone of propriety. Tharcourt sat in the floor and used his feet to push the chest out of the way. Veruna crawled through, and as he made his way into the room, she was planting another camera, monitoring the door of that room as well. He slid the cabinet back into place, and they left the room.

The one thing about the lower levels of Coruscant that Drakken was still getting used to was the darkness. It was hard to gauge the time of day or night down here. With little to no natural sunlight creeping down into the depths of the city, everything was lit only by what artificial light was given off by the often-gaudy signage of businesses, and by the white light-emitting diodes placed along the streets as guides for speeders. Patches of perpetual darkness festered in the city like black ponds.

As they made their way through the dim light of the motel's parking area, Drakken became aware of a figure following them. He cast a surreptitious glance at Veruna, who hummed quietly and gave a slight nod. As they reached her speeder, another figure stepped out from between two nearby vehicles. He was a tall human, or at least a near-human, wearing a coat with the hood pulled up, covering most of his face. Both of them halted, and Drakken instinctively held a protective arm in front of Veruna as the newcomer pulled a blaster pistol and pointed it at them.

"What is this?" Tharcourt demanded. Zala let out an 'eep' as the second assailant locked his arm around her neck and pulled her back a few meters.

"Don't make a sound, and don't try anything stupid." The figure with the blaster demanded. He stepped closer and jammed the muzzle of the weapon into Drakken's chest.

"Hey hey hey…if this is about our deal with the guys in the cantina, you can tell your boss or whatevs that we're on the up-and-up." Zala spoke before her captor squeezed her throat tighter.

"Okay, I don't have the first clue what you're talking about." The man with the blaster said. "Now shut up, or you're both getting iced." He motioned toward their speeder. "Now, we're takin' the speeder, and whatever credits you two are carrying." He grinned evilly. "In fact, why don't you gimme everything you have that's worth anything."

"You mean, or you'll kill us." Drakken sighed. "Or can I assume you two are going to go ahead and do that anyway…"

"You're smarter than you look, bigmouth." The gunman sneered.

"Ugh…I wish people would quit saying that…" Drakken grumbled.

"Told you…gak." Veruna commented. Tharcourt sized his opponent up. The man looked strong, confident, and certainly had the attitude of someone who had no problem with using violence. The way he occasionally gestured with his weapon, taking it off of Drakken to point or to augment what he was saying, showed he also had an air of egotism. That, and he wasn't well-trained with weapons. Tharcourt studied his body language and his movement patterns. He silently hoped that Zala could handle herself in a fight.

"Here…take my credits." Drakken sighed. He placed his left hand on his stomach as he reached back with his right. The mugger relaxed a little. Just enough. Drakken swept out with his left hand, gripping the man's right wrist and forcing the blaster's muzzle away. With his right elbow, he delivered a powerful strike to the would-be robber's jaw, and followed up by slamming his right hip into his opponent's stomach. Now to disarm…

Veruna had been in this exact position more than once, and knew how to extricate herself. As soon as Drakken began his attack, her captor was distracted enough for her to act. She rammed her right elbow into his gut, then, using her small stature, slipped down through his grasp, and hooked his waist, sliding down between his legs. For good measure, she punched upwards, the mugger letting out a falsetto scream as she slid underneath him, and leapt up behind him. He turned to face her, in time to receive an uppercut to the chin that cracked a few teeth. A blaster shot rang out, and both of them quickly looked to see the second man laying dead, Drakken spinning his opponent's blaster on his finger. Zala's attacker looked back to see the ominous hole in the business end of a blaster, pointed at his head, and his former victim sporting a cruel grin.

"Good night, sweet prince." She quipped, then fired. The mugger fell to the ground, killed instantly by her shot. Veruna tried to mimic Drakken's exploit, but only spun her weapon once before almost dropping it. She growled, and jammed it back into her holster, then stepped onto the body like a bump in the road as she walked to Drakken.

"You alright, Zala?" He asked, wiping sweat from his forehead. She smiled.

"I was waiting to see when you'd make your move, sweetie." She answered. "Damn, you can fight, man." He looked at her work laying nearby.

"I can say the same thing. I guess being small and nimble has its advantages. You looked like a lothcat."

"Rawr." She sounded, making a claw with her right hand. Drakken chuckled. He finally had to admit it, for all of her annoying qualities, there was something sort of attractive about this woman.

"So, you ready to go buy some illegal weapons?" He asked.

"I thought you'd like, never ask." She grinned.

"After you, my dear major."

You lot now see why I enjoy writing her parts so much? Zala is such a fun character to write and to delve into. Spoiled rich girl, adrenaline junkie...badass, party girl...a quirky and funny valley-girl who can be a serious and lethal ISB agent. In many ways, she represents the dichotomy of the human condition...or maybe she just has a touch of Harley Quinn in her. What do you all think?

I'll try to have the next chapter up in a couple of days. It's going to rain for days here, I have no work for a while, and there's a Mad Max-looking scrambler taken apart in my living room. So I probably have time to write a little. So until next time my loyal readers, new and old, I bid you a very fond...cheerio!