Ohara feels a sudden shocking rise of tension, a gnawing in his gut, a 
crawling up his spine. This woman with the facepaint and the gun is not unknown 
to him. In fact, he has encountered her in the flesh, face to face, once, just 
once. It was the first time in his life that he was ever forced to admit, if 
only to himself, that certain powers existed in the world with the potential to 
invalidate his plans, through the simple expedient of ending his life.