<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At the Illegal Pitfight<br/>With the Cut men and trainers</strong><br/><br/>"Oh no."  Susan muttered.  A rookie's blunder, not paying attention to an opponent in a grapple, how could the kid have done that?  Not that Susan was much older, but Cherry hadn't done a tour plus most of another in Iraq.<br/><br/>But probably neither of the pairwould get too badly hurt.  Getting marked up, oh, that was a given.  The fighters were circling each other, looking for an opening.  Following their movements, she caught sight of the bodyguard in the background, well the woman drew the street doctor's eye, no doubt of that.  But she wasn't looking at the fight, not looking at Susan, so what was she looking at?  Susan followed her eyes, saw a man, she might have seen him in the entourage the bodyguard was part of, he was talking to - she almost dropped her Coke.<br/><br/>Two women, one of them arm-candy for, well, for a Jaguar in human form, was her first thought.  A woman dressed like that in a place like this?  Bold as hell.  Confident in herself as hell.  And from the vibe Susan got.... dangerous as hell.  Whatever pitch the male flunky was giving, the two women bought it, and followed him to the Southerner's table. Susan glanced from the bodyguard to the newcomer and felt jealous.  Of which of them, she would have been hard pressed to say.<br/>