The Wrong Woman

Mila handed Phoebe something that looked like a gun and said, "Here, take it."

"A gun? Isn't that risky?" Phoebe was startled. She knew that it was against the law to own a gun in Norvania, and using one to hurt someone could result in the death penalty.

Mila gave Phoebe a special mask and explained, "No bullets are in this gun. It's a chemical weapon I made and it's filled with ether, an anesthetic used on patients. It won't hurt anyone when it hits. "The ether would spread through the air as soon as it was fired. Breathing even a little can make someone pass out."

Phoebe looked at the weapon, then at Mila in awe. "Mila, you're amazing."

Mila put on her mask and warned, "Be careful using it. After firing, hold your breath for 20 seconds so you don't breathe it in."

"Got it," Phoebe said as she watched the men approach.

at the same time. Phoebe pointed the gun at the men who were approaching them. All of them

braced herself and ordered,

went off with a muffled bang. She quickly turned around and fired

among the men. They ducked and scrambled in opposite directions, seeking refuge in nearby cars. Soon, a strange odor began to fill the parking

a dozen burly men collapsed, the men behind the wheels of the front and back cars revved their engines and sped toward Mila

the cars on either side. There was a loud bang and their car was smashed to pieces. Mila crawled underneath a car

of the car to make a phone

could use the gun to deal with the remaining bad guys. They wouldn't have a chance

Her heart pounded and she held her breath as she watched them warily. She felt

about what

iron rod hit the ground with a thud and his eyes met hers. The man's menacing expression froze Mila in fear. It almost gave

asked in a wicked tone, "Hottie, do you still think

man grabbed her clothes, she cried, "Phoebe,