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playing around in the forest
unfortunately.” Brick shook his head briefly.
    Henrietta clamped a hand on her face,
crumpled her eyes closed, and shook her head. “What are you talking
about?”
    “Really? Do I have to explain that you are a
warrior woman Witch Hunter again?” Brick turned around in his seat,
not bothering to glance at the road, and giving her pause to wonder
whether the man did have his bus license.
    Somehow he managed to keep the bus straight,
and avoid every single cyclist and car in his path, while fixing
Henrietta with a disgruntled look.
    “You don't need to repeat that,” she assured
him after a moment. “But...” she trailed off. Maybe Brick did need
to repeat the story again, because maybe she still couldn't believe
it.
    Brick sighed and gave a croaking cough into
his hand. “Excellent. You should take the time to transform.” He
nodded towards the back of the bus. “There isn't much room here, so
you might bang into a couple of rails, so be as careful as you
can.”
    She grimaced. “What are you talking about?
I'm not going to change in a bus!”
    “Transform,” he corrected her. “Yes you are.
I am going to put the pedal to the metal, or whatever that human
phrase is, and we are going to head out to the witch before she can
set the forest on fire with her fireballs.” Brick shook his head
again. “It is appalling how some people have such poor hygiene
around forest fires. You know,” he put up a finger, neither hand on
the wheel, “all it takes is an errant spark to start a forest fire,
and that forest fire can go on to destroy property and lives. This
has been a dry summer,” he emphasized.
    She stared at him, her lips parting gently.
He babbled, and it was worse than the trash that usually came out
of her mouth.
    He turned to her again, taking both his
hands off the wheel once more. “Go and transform,” he nodded
towards the back of the bus, “don't forget—”
    “I have to grab destiny,” Henrietta finished
his sentence. They probably weren't the exact words he was going to
use, but it was the same sentiment.
    Brick nodded.
    He turned back, and he came good on his
promise: the warrior monk slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, and
the bus shot forward violently.
    She grabbed harder onto the rail to steady
herself. Then she began to walk backwards towards the end of the
bus.
    “What are you doing?” she asked herself as
she pulled the hairpin from her hair. It was sharp, and she had to
be careful not to stab her neck as she tugged at it. She held it
for a moment and gave it a jolly good staring at. “Really, girl,
what are you doing?”
    “You are off to fight the witches,” Brick
called from the front of the bus, apparently possessing super
hearing.
    She darted her gaze over to glare at him,
and then she clutched the hairpin tighter.
    She closed her eyes.
    Only several days ago she’d been a normal
sensible girl. An unlucky one, sure, but she certainly hadn't been
involved in anything as bizarre and improbable as magic and witch
hunting. Yet here she was in a speeding bus being driven by a
warrior monk towards a witch.
    Henrietta let out a heavy breath, then,
glancing to the side, she brought up the hairpin. “What happens if
someone sees me transform? What happens if some kid captures it on
his mobile phone?”
    “I'm driving too fast,” Brick said, a smile
in his words. “Plus, I have made some adjustments to this bus to
ensure our anonymity. Feel free to change now, Warrior Woman
Henrietta. We will be at our destination shortly.”
    This is mad, she told herself.
    She brought the pin up and wrote two words:
Witch Hunter.
    As had happened last night, she began to
transform. The symbols appeared at her feet, the energy rushed up
her body, and then she began to float. Within about 20 seconds, her
costume had fully formed over her body and she landed on the floor,
falling over promptly and hitting her butt with a thump. She rubbed
at it, swore, and then pulled