Victoria Stone

TUMB 08/9 In Vegas, Trey and team go after another bounty, Jacob Johns, who has hired a witch to protect him. Named Victoria Stone. Pale, short-haired woman, in an Armani suit. Despite her beautiful face, bright red lipstick, and striking red hair, Trey was more impressed with her suit. A layered combination of femininity and danger oozed from the woman. Suit Chick’s ankle-high boots clacked against the asphalt as she walked into the alley. She talks to the Team, tells them she is there to protect Johns. When the Gang comes after him, she does that, using her wand to deflect/absorb all of their efforts to take Johns. "If you’re going be a bounty hunter, sometimes you’ll run into dangerous women.” She grinned. “Like me.” She was Johns' body guard. The woman had a good face and a slender build judging by her suit, so she wasn’t going to deliver a Brownstone-style beat-down. But it didn’t take a lot of strength to pull a trigger. She had no gun. “You don’t bring a knife to a gunfight.” “No, you bring a wand.” Victoria muttered something in a language Trey didn’t understand and her arm twisted. He pulled his trigger. A bright flash filled the alley, and Victoria stood there grinning. Bright glyphs covered her suit, and her eyes glowed bright red. She twirled a thin golden wand in her fingers

Trey and Shorty continued firing, but the bullets disappeared in flashes against her suit. The men both stopped after a few seconds, realizing the futility. He keeps yelling at her to kill them, and she keeps telling him she was hired only to protect. He disrespects her, and she quits on the spot, refunding his money. “I don’t work for men who don’t respect me. It’s also not worth making an enemy of James Brownstone for such a small amount, especially to protect an idiot like you.”The Gang takes him, and Trey wishes he had gotten her digits.