ATHENA<br/><br/>Wolf Blitzer sits at his anchor desk, a graphic hanging suspended over his left shoulder reading, "Crisis in Chile."<br/><br/>"We just received a report of a possible fire fight in Chile, at a remote village where rescue crews are trying to help isolated villagers. Our own Rick Sanchez is on site. Rick, can you hear me? What can you tell us is happening?" Blitzer says, turning his head a bit as though that will help him listen.<br/><br/>The screen changes, and at first there is only static. Then the terrified face of reporter Rick Sanchez comes into view. He's hunkered down and gunfire can be heard, and it's close.<br/><br/>"Wolf, all hell just broke out here in this remote mountain village!" Rick says, yelling into his microphone. "We were accompanying a rescue sortie, headed by the Freedom Force's very own captain, Athena. This is a remote village ...," he says, stopping suddenly as he cringes, a barrage of rapid gunfire going off as a US marine runs past right in front of him.<br/><br/>"A remote village ...," he continues. "We were just arriving to give supplies and aid. We touched down, and someone opened fire on us. Bandits, I suspect, who fell upon the village for easy pickings in this desperate time. The marines were taken totally by surprise."<br/><br/>The camera begins to turn away from Rick. You can tell that the cameraman is poking his head up above the barrier they are huddled behind.<br/><br/>"Jack, what're you doing?!" Rick's voice can be heard as he speaks to his cameraman.<br/><br/>You can see a street now, strewn with debris and a burning jeep. There are buildings, some wrecked from the quake. Behind a bullet-riddled vehicle down the street are visible at least eight armed men dressed in drab grays and greens, firing at marines positioned around the street. It looks like a tense standoff.<br/><br/>Suddenly a wall bursts in a building near the assailants. A figure is visible exploding through the wall. It's Athena, taking the gunmen by surprise.<br/><br/>They turn as she appears in a shower of broken timbers, and one man fires, appearing to hit her. In an instant, though, she's among them, fists and feet flying, men tossed over her shoulder, another kicked so hard he flies across the street and rolls from view. She slaps the rifle from one man's hand while sending her heeled shoe up into the crotch of another, flipping him back as she spins to deal with yet one more.<br/><br/>She moves in a dizzying flurry, and in less than twelve seconds she stands alone, the gunmen littering the ground around her.<br/><br/>Athena turns and walks down the street toward the eye view of the cameraman. You can see a marine who had been taking shelter in a doorframe step out and grin at the white-skinned hero, giving her a salute.<br/><br/>"I don't believe it," the reporter says in a whisper, unaware that he's even speaking.<br/><br/>The camera zooms in on Athena. There is a spray of blood across her left cheek from where a bullet had struck her shoulder. The crimson stands out starkly against her bone white flesh, but she seems to take no heed of the wound.