Somewhere in the Somky Mountains

They had her surrounded, four of them. Most of the folks in the bar had been helpful, friendly even. Even those who weren't were at least courteous. But every town it seemed had someone who had to ruin it for everyone else.

"We know all 'bout yer little magic tricks." the leader, possibly granted such status by dint of having more teeth than the others, spat. "They don't work out here in God's world, do they Fairy?"

He stepped forward, planning...well Leda had no intention of finding out what. The barrel of her gun jabbing hard in his gut stopped him.

"This does."

He suddenly looked less certain of himself. One of his friends stepped hesitantly forward. Without taking her eyes off the man in front of her, Leda pulled out her knife and held it threateningly. "You know the gun is digging into his stomach. You grab me, there's no way he gets out of this without a bullet."

She leaned forward, silver eyes boring into the now frightened gaze of her would be attacker. "I've killed two people in my life." she calmly. "What's your count?"

His friends bolted, and she slowly pulled the gun away. Then pistol whipped him.

When she turned, one of the bar patrons was leaning against the wall. "Whew, that was close." he said. "Fer a moment lass, I thought we were gon te have a major incident on our hands."

"Didn't you used to have a different accent?" Then she looked more closely at him. "You were at the convention."

"Oh I've been nearby since ye left Maryland darlin'." he bowed, mockingly. Reminded her of Iranon. "Call me Tony. 'M on loan from MI-6 to the US military, and they asked me to keep an eye on ye while ye're abroad. Just in case."

Leda sighed. "Makes sense I guess."

"Did ye get the info ye were lookin' fer?"

"Aye laddie, that I did."

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