Vortex

Debbie's eyes quickly danced around the courtyard in search of a reason to help the chained prisoner. Spotting a well off to one side, Debbie casually strolled to it, helped herself to a cup of water, and then asked sweetly, “Kind Sir, would it be alright if I gave that woman a cup of water?” The palace guard gruffly answered, “No! It's forbidden!” “What can a cup of water do? But refresh her parched lips.” “Okay, but hurry up about it!” Debbie placed the cup on the ground while she helped the woman to her feet and shrieked in horror at the woman's grotesque features. The woman pleaded, “Debbie, it's me, Trudy, of Mystery's Three investigation Team. Please, help me.” After giving Trudy the water, Debbie slipped on her mask, ripped off her outer garment, showed her Omega Squad uniform, and shouted, “Try picking on someone your own size for a change!” A crack from a whip sent Debbie's pistol flying. The next one caught Debbie's face. She screamed as she fell to the ground. The guard drew back his whip to beat her again. When the guard's eyes bulged, arched his back, then tumbled to the ground with a spear in it.