"Ozzy, I don't mean this as an insult..." began Adem.

Ozzy rolled his eyes. Sometimes, he really disliked Adem's politeness. "That's what everyone said before they insult someone."

"...but I don't know if this particular mission permits you to use your skills to their fullest potential."

"In other words, you don't need a fighter." Adem nodded. "So why is Lykopis still here?"

Adem frowned. "I'm trying to find the right way of dismissing her without insulting her intelligence."

Ozzy's eyes lit up. "Tell her she can only work on the case if she's in a chain-mail bikini. And let me watch you tell her. From far away. With a telescope."

"I detect sarcasim."

"Fuck yeah. So, you need me and Lykopis to haul out here?"

"Paragon suggested you both head to the Munich HQ and standby."

Ozzy laughed. "Nice. Wiat...I have an idea..."

Now Adem was worried. "Oh dear..."

Lykopis was standing near Icarus. Ozzy walked over to her. "Hey, Ly-ly, what's shakin'?"

What have I done to deserve this? Lykopis ran her fingers through her long brown hair. After three-thousand years, the 'diss' motion had evolved little. "Ozzy, unless you have something intelligent to say --"

"I need your help."

Well, that changed things. Lykopis's neck snapped to attention and her eyes narrowed. "My help?"

"Paragon told me you knew John L. Sullivan. You know, the world's first modern-day boxing heavyweight champion?"

"Knew John Sullivan? I fought him at a cigar-factory basement back in 1891." Or was it 1892? "Five times. What is his record? 'Fifty wins, one loss, four ties?' Bah. I beat him twice."

"Out of how many rounds?"

Lykopis looked embarassed. "Um...seven." She looked serious again. "What is it to you?"

"You have to ask? Lykopis, you are a perfected killing machine. A weapon of war. I heard the Greeks invented boxing."

The Amazon beamed with pride. "We did it first, we did it best."

"Exactly. Look, it's clear the kiddies here don't need any heavy-hitters like us. So what do you say to a little training exercise until they call us for help?"

Lykopis thought about it for a moment. "You know...I have not trained with anyone for a few years. Why not. Come on. And do not worry about gloves, you will not need them..."

Ozzy spun his head to spot Adem. He winked at the alien. Uppity little boxer wins this round. Annoyed at the lack of organized evidence, Adem continued searching the room, ignoring Icarus singing 'These Boots are Made for Walking'.