Jemima spun around just in time to see a large Hellion warrior’s fist rocketing toward her. The impact sent her flying across the building and skidding to a stop near the table where the two others were sitting.

“Well looky what the cat drug in.” One of the Hellions said with a demented grin.

Jemima groaned and moved to sit up when she received a hard kick to her side from another Hellion that sent her crashing into a nearby wall.

“Not much of a hero, huh boss?” One of the Hellions said to the large man that had punched her.

“Obviously not, she’s not even out of diapers yet.” he said with a chuckle.

The seven foot behemoth walked to where Jemima lay, and picked her up by the neck, hoisting her up face to face with him. “I think maybe you’re a little out of your league pint size.” he said and began laughing as he watched his captive squirm.

Jemima began to see spots as her air supply was slowly cut off, her thoughts raced as she thought about a way to escape. Acting quickly she encased her feet in stone and gave the behemoth a hard kick to the gut, knocking the wind out of him and crumpling him to the floor. As he dropped her, the added weight of her stone feet sent her crashing through the floor and into the building’s basement.

“She’s gettin’ away!” she heard one of the Hellions yell from above her.

Jemima cursed under her breath as two Hellions dropped through the hole she’d made and faced her, clearly ready for a fight.

The first Hellion lunged at her in an attempt to tackle her, her stone feet kept her firmly planted where she stood, and she charged up her fists and brought them crashing down on his skull with a sickening crunch.

The second Hellion watched as his ally fell to the floor in an unmoving heap. Pulling a gun from his coat he aimed it at her face. “No more messin’ around kiddo.” he said as he cocked the hammer of the gun back.

Jemima’s heart raced as she looked down the barrel of the gun. Moving as quickly as she could she turned and ran away from her would be killer. As she ran she heard gunshots and felt bullets whiz by her, the darkness of the basement serving to debuff her opponents accuracy. She heard the Hellion curse and start running after her. Jemima reached her destination and picked up the heavy wooden door, her energy charged fists acting as a strength enhancement. As the Hellion approached her she swung the door like a baseball bat at him, crushing his body and the door with it’s force.

Making sure the coast was clear, Jemima climbed back up to the ground level of the house and continued her search. Her diaper hung heavily around her waist as she crept through the building, she knew she was quite wet, but she now realized she was also messy. Opening a nearby door, Jemima saw the painting she sought sitting on a bed by a window, without thinking she entered the room and walked to the bed. When she heard a creak behind her she ducked quickly and felt something swipe the air over her head. Encasing her feet in stone again she kicked her foot behind her and felt it connect with her attacker dropping him to the floor. Turning around, Jemima energy punched him in the face and knocking him through the wall behind.

Hearing shouts from somewhere else in the house Jemima quickly grabbed the painting and broke through the window and onto the fire escape. Carefully, so as not to wreck the painting she climbed down to the street below and ran as fast as she could back to City Hall.

After getting a much needed diaper change in, Jemima made her way to Richie’s office with the painting firmly in hand.

“Back so soon?” Richie asked as Jemima laid the painting onto the desk in front of him.

Jemima nodded and felt a swell of pride in her achievement. “Yes sir, safe and sound.” she said.

“Good work Wet Lynn.” He told her and stepped around the desk, and took her bracelet off for a moment. “And it looks like you moved up in security level too.” He told her with a broad smile on his face.

Jemima looked at the bracelet after it was replaced, and saw that she now had level 2 security clearance. “Thank you very much Mr. Davies.” she said with a smile.

“Thank you Wet Lynn. Oh, before I forget, here’s the card of that trainer. Take the rest of the day off and tomorrow go see him first thing in the morning.” he told her.

After she got home Jemima took a nice, long, hot bath. The cuts and bruises that she’d gotten courtesy of The Hellions were all but gone now, and she only had the slightest bit of tenderness from her injuries.

“I got lucky today.” she thought to herself as she put a warm washcloth over her eyes and sank lower in the tub. “Fighting skills, shmighting skills.” she thought with a smile and let the water wash away the tension of the day.