The Mask of Omegon (Gwen Farris Book 6)

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didn’t
really have a lot to offer him, she didn’t think. Just strangeness and a soiled
reputation.
    “Beth… We’re friends . That’s
all though. Where they got any other idea for that book… I’m going to be
looking into that one, actually. Not that it will stop anyone. I take it the
things have been out for a while? Just to keep this all clear, I’m not seeing anyone else, romantically. Just you. Though I did get a rather nice
offer from Derrick Westmorland last night. He suggested that I focus on you
first, but if you fall through, I have a backup.” She grinned then. “Oh, I also
kissed the old newspaper seller on the cheek earlier. That’s pretty worldly for
here, isn’t it? Almost naughty , for a good girl like me.” She tucked in
closer to him as they walked. It was a bit awkward with her bag in hand. His
jacket pocket had a strange, soft lump in it on that side.
    A thing which she understood
without asking. He was a super hero. One with a real reputation, having a
series of books out about him. So of course he needed to have his mask on him
at all times. Plus, he clearly thought she was still playing games. That might
mean he needed to be ready to do the same, to keep her interest.
    If it hadn’t been a creeptastic
junior Cthulu mask, she might have even gone with that one.
    She was kind of focused on him, so
didn’t notice that anything else was going on until she heard a woman calling
out.
    “Stop! That’s my purse!” Her accent
was a bit thick. A little more country sounding, which in the Western Kingdom
made everyone sound just a bit French to her ear. Which no one there would
understand, given that the people from that part of Europa spoke Mongolian.
    There was a man running away from
the woman, her own escort seeming to be just getting up, having been pushed to
the ground. The thief wasn’t coming toward them, but it was kind of clear that
no one was close enough to stop him. Gwen started to point her finger, which
could be forgiven socially at the moment. After all, that was considered rude.
Pointing like that. She was about to blast the man as well, when Tomas started
chasing after him. The mask of Omegon didn’t come out, but he made pretty good
time.
    Almost like he actually exercised
regularly, or something.
    Smiling, she lifted into the air
and flew high going over both of the men, landing on the far side of the purse
snatcher, just before Tom got to him. There was a rough tackle from the rear,
which had both men on the ground. Fighting.
    Poorly.
    Right until Gwen walked over and
kicked the would be thief in the head a few times. Covertly enough that she
didn’t think anyone there would notice her doing it. Other than Tomas, of
course. She did it until the now moaning man stopped struggling, allowing the
bag to be stripped away. It wasn’t a nice one like she had, but that wasn’t the point.
    No, the point was that her boyfriend, when he saw a crime, had stood for what was right. At personal risk.
That was brave. Also she realized, kind of hot. The other man was about the
same size, though Tom stood up to right his clothing and grinned.
    “Well! It seems I should partner up
with Gwen Farris more often! We should contact the local. Here… Aid! Aid! Call
for the constabulary! Aid! Thief!” The words got several others to do the same
thing. A boy that had been playing at something that involved teams of kids, a
stick and several balls scurried off, dashing away like it was a life or death
situation.
    That still didn’t get the cops
there before the man tried to get up and run away.
    “Nope. Stay down, or I’ll hit you
with a force blast that might just kill you.”
    She pointed a finger, which got the
male friend, possibly husband, of the woman who had been robbed to smirk a bit.
Gwen shook her head trying not to be annoyed, but kept her finger pointed. The
man on the ground tried to run anyway. So softening the blow a lot, by
throttling the power flow back, she hit him with a

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