"Oy vey." Victoria sighed as the teenage punk walked away. Somehow dealing with the little twerp had a way of draining away her violent urges and just give her a headache like someone had a permanent, deafeningly loud Nickelback concert playing in her forebrain. She went to her duffel and started digging around. Ammo, extra knives, a pocket revolver, field rations, water.

Ah. The most useful item in her arsenal. Excedrin, the headache medicine. She poured out a half-dozen and swallowed them dry.