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staring into the mirror.

"Jazz?" Lucia's voice buzzed in her ear. "Someone with you?"

The woman who walked around the corner looked sleek and businesslike, wearing a tailored black jacket and black jeans, but there was something in her eyes, something...

"Is something wrong?" Lucia asked.

Jazz reached for a towel. As she bent over, the woman angled toward her, moving fast.

"Might be," Jazz said, and ducked.

The punch - intended for the back of her neck - sailed past to crash into glass. Jazz spun, still crouching, and drove the heel of her hand into the woman's solar plexus, sending her flying and gasping for air. She moved for the door -

And it opened to admit the two crew cuts from baggage claim.

"Hey!" Jazz said loudly. "This is the ladies' room, guys - "

One of them grabbed for her arm. She danced backward, almost tripped over the woman, who was coming to her feet with a brutal look on her face, and retreated to the empty narrow area between the stalls and the wall. Not a lot to work with, but at least it was defensible, they could only come at her one at a time, and, Jesus, how had she gotten into this mess, anyway? She'd been minding her own business, dammit, drinking her whiskey and drowning her sorrows, and now she was about to get the crap beaten out of her in a bathroom for a woman she'd barely met and a check she hadn't even cashed.

Lucia Garza said in her ear, "I'm coming. Don't do anything brave."

"Don't worry," Jazz said out loud, and ducked a punch. "Brave is definitely not my style."

The bathroom was just too narrow for a decent fight, but at least it meant they couldn't use their numbers effectively, either. She backed up into the narrow aisle in front of the stalls until her back was against cold tile and snap-kicked toward the face of the man coming at her. It was a feint. When he flinched, she hooked her foot behind the bend of his left knee and pulled. His head hit the wall with a thick sound, and he went to one knee.

She put him down with a fist to the temple.

She looked up to see a blur coming at her and instinctively put up a parrying arm. The kick caught her on the forearm, and damn, it hurt; she gritted her teeth against the urge to yelp, wrapped her arm around the foot that had just come at her and yanked. Hard.

Girlfriend in the pantsuit slipped and nearly went down, caught herself and shifted her weight forward, slamming Jazz back against the wall, then breaking free with a twist of her hip.

Nobody had a gun, knife, or even a taser. That was good, Jazz thought. Any kind of weapon would have ended this quick and ugly. At least this way, she'd have a much slower defeat. Time for lots of things to happen, including miracles.

The second man shoved the woman out of the way and lunged to fasten his hands around Jazz's throat. He ran into her fist with his Adam's apple instead and fell back, gagging.

As if they'd gotten some secret signal, all three of her attackers suddenly stopped, backed off - even the one still shaking off her whack to his temple - and just looked at her.

It was weird.

No, it was creepy.

"Later," the woman said, and moved to the door. The two men followed her. Single file, straight out into the airport.

Thirty seconds later, the door banged open, and Lucia Garza entered, looking ready for anything - hands up, weight balanced on the balls of her feet, which in those shoes was something of an accomplishment. She looked around in a lightning-fast analysis, then focused on Jazz and raised her eyebrows in an eloquent what the hell? motion.

"Party's over," Jazz said breathlessly. She was shaking, buzzing all over. Strangely ecstatic. She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth, looking for blood, and remembered that they hadn't actually laid a hand on her. Well, girlfriend in the pantsuit had kicked like a mule...Jazz skinned up her shirtsleeve and looked at the impact mark. Yep, that was going to bruise like a son of a bitch.

"What the hell happened?" Lucia asked.

"You tell me, you're the superspy. When people attack me, it's usually during the commission of a felony, not just because I took the wrong sink in the ladies' room." Jazz pushed away from the support of the tile wall and