Her magic had disoriented us so the whole struggle was not only physical but mental as well. We could hardly determine whether we should shoot at her or offer her a cup of coffee. We finally came to our senses when we saw the star symbol of our organization. It was on one of our trucks, and it was very colorful. It had all the colors of the rainbow and sparkled in the moonlight.

It was almost like syncronized swimming after this. Everyone in our group turned their weapons in unison toward the evil enchantress and fired away. She fell to the ground with a shriek. The sound she made didn't sound sinister. It was more like a young girl's scream. It was full of fear.

As she drew her last breath a terrible storm formed in the sky. The wind nearly blew our trucks over, and we suspect several were killed by the debris. Only as we came away from the city did we feel safe.

I saw many of our members shed a few tears. Was this woman really evil? Perhaps she was misunderstood or controlled by something beyond our understanding. I suppose we'll never know these answers, but that's the way it goes in this business. We get paid to waste the weirdos, not help them.

Written in 2000