She approached her car but out of the lonely darkness came a startling interruption.
“Just get in your car lady and we won’t hurt you. And hand over your purse quickly.” The smaller of the two would-be tough guys was doing all the talking and Josephine’s expression never changed. As they came at her, their world became one of pain instantly. They had no idea who they were trying to mug. They learned in less than ten seconds why this was a bad idea.
Though dressed in a neatly tailored blue skirt she moved as quickly and swiftly as if she was dressed from head to toe in her battle dress uniform. Her purse flew forward hard and fast into the face of the man with the chatterbox mouth and her high heeled shoe cam down sharp and fast on the top left foot of the larger man, just above the tongue line where she sent him into excruciating pain. The big man’s natural reaction was to bend sharply forward and when he did his nose and mouth was met with the top of Josephine’s knee. The blood flew from his face like a smashed water balloon and the body that towered over her a second ago lay sprawled on the parking garage pavement. The man with the mouth who was obviously the leader came at her fast with a blade and lunged in her direction. Rather than moving back she stepped in and her ridge hand met the man’s groin while the outside block of her opposing hand sent the knife flying toward the cement wall. With a sharp turn to her right the front side of her left elbow smashed violently and with the speed of a rattle snake into the upper jaw and temple area of her assailant. She completed her three hundred and sixty degree turn letting the point of the other arm smash back like a battering ram into the man’s kidney area and he joined his partner, moaning on the ground. This incident took only a few short seconds and Josephine gathered her purse, walked toward her car, and turned back for a short reply to the man’s orders.
“Was that “quickly” enough for you?” She let a slight smirk form on the corner of her mouth as she opened the door to her red Jetta. She squealed past her attackers as they were starting to sit up in apparent disbelief of how their night ended.
The larger of the two men was shaking his bloodied head and looking over at his leader he just said, “Screw this man. I’m not doing this shit anymore!” They both stared after Josephine’s car as she disappeared around the corner. “Who the hell was she?” The loud mouth of the younger man was now in too much pain to carry on any conversation and the two of them left the area.
As Jo headed for home she replayed the incident in her mind, laughing to herself. “Damn girl,” she said to herself in the rear view mirror, “getting slow in your old age.” Guess I better start working out again.
There was no way she could anticipate the days that lay ahead in the very near future. She had no clue how much her life was going to be interrupted. The incidents from a year ago still fresh in her mind, she would soon realize that in the grander scheme of things, what happened then would pale in comparison to what was coming. Her destiny was by no means complete. The possible reason for her very existence was hiding just around the corner of her immediate future. Josephine was about to become a key player in the chess game of terrorism. She would be talking to her father, John Stewart, more than she ever had.