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.

time. Phoebe pointed the gun

herself and ordered,

so without a second thought. The gun went off with a muffled bang. She quickly

were fired, panic spread among the men. They ducked and scrambled in opposite directions, seeking refuge in nearby cars. Soon, a strange odor began to

behind the wheels of the front and back cars revved their engines and sped toward Mila and

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

the men got out of the car to make a phone call. "They've got chemical

She hoped Phoebe could use the gun to deal with the remaining bad guys. They wouldn't have a chance to escape if the ones with gas masks came

she held her breath as she watched them warily. She felt helpless and knew she couldn't fight like Phoebe. She'd

about what

down. His iron rod hit the ground with a thud and his eyes met hers. The man's

a wicked tone, "Hottie,

back in fear. When the man