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.

pointed the gun at the men who were

and ordered,

a second thought. The gun went off with a muffled bang. She quickly

scrambled in opposite directions, seeking refuge in nearby cars. Soon, a strange odor began

wheels of the front and back cars

on either side. There was a loud bang and their car

after, one of the men got out of the car to make a phone call. "They've got chemical weapons. Send more people and

to deal with the remaining bad

car and looked out. Suddenly, she saw a pair of black leather shoes ahead. Her heart pounded and she held her breath as she

thinking about

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 her a heart

asked in a wicked tone, "Hottie, do you

back in fear. When the man grabbed her clothes, she cried, "Phoebe,