Joey kept walking around the house in a dilemna. He couldn't just leave it like that. It was very possible that Salt Lake city had it's very own vampire coven. Finally making up his mind, he phoned the sheriff.

"Ahh heee haww heee haaaw, " Mr. Carmen laughed, as Joey recited the events that unfolded that day. "Joey, you are a riot. "

The Trucks lived in the forest.

They didn't run run. They ran super fast.

Mrs. Truck had blood smeared all over her mouth.

The son had super reflex reactions.

Joey threatened to hang up if the sheriff didn't stop laughing.

Unable to compose himself, Mr. Carmen managed to choke out a few words. "The Trucks are famous for meat. They are the number one butchers in the city."

"That doesn't explain how they run fast, or their super reflex reactions," Joey argued.

Mr. Carmen shook his head. "You don't know much about hunting, do you? You need to be more alert if you want to catch those animals."

"Oh. Right, " Joey said, not knowing what to say.

"It's been a long time. Why don't we catch up? Besides I'm an ex sheriff man. I've started a new job. I'm a basketball coach."

Joey's eyes bulged. "Basketball?"

"Yep. $50 an hour, " Mr. Carmen said, casually.

"I was considering asking you to teach me. But I would rather take you on your offer for buying me coffee, " Joey said.

Mr. Carmen started to say something but stopped. He figured Joey was still without a job. It would be embarrassing for him if he were to ask him about it. Instead he decided to help him out. 

After an hour of catching up, and drinking their capacionos, Mr. Carmen gave him a proposal.

"Why don't you come by the basketball ground? I'm training a girl independently now. She could do with a fresh oponent. Are you busy?"

"Nah, I'll come with you."

A few blocks later, they reached the ground. No one was there yet, so they went to the Recreation room to get a couple of basketballs.

"Before she comes, I need to give you a proposal. She's my prized student. I'm giving you a one time offer only. If you manage to beat her, I'll train you, and get you on the NBA. I have connections. Also remember, she's ten years old. But do NOT underestimate her."

Joey contemplated. It seemed a very minute chance that he would become an assassin, seeing as to how his previous encounters had been. A straight ticket into the NBA? No way was he letting that change go. "Okay, you are on, " he grinned.

Soon, Mr. Carmen's student came, but the moment Joey saw her, he bellowed with laughter.

In front of him was a ten year old girl, alright. But she was good enough to be enrolled as the youngest sumo wrestler in the Olympics. That's how fat she was. She was also very short. Around four feet. She couldn't even be compared to Joey's height.

Mr. Carmen asked Joey to excuse them for a minute. Joey watched them as the two discussed tactics.

A minute later, the girl looked at him, and nodded curtly.

Whoa, Joey thought. Way too professional for a little girl.

Mr. Carmen whistled, and the two faced each other at the center of the court.       

"I'm Priscella Audi," she said. Priscella?

"Joey Millers."

"On your mark, get set, go." Mr. Carmen threw the ball in the middle. Joey used to watch basketball when he was in his teens. His grandmother used to be a wild NBA fan. 

He hit the ball towards the opponent's court, but as he was about to run towards it, Priscella shoved him backwards, and ran behind. Joey, on that impact stumbled behind and cried out, "Foul."

Mr. Carmen clicked his tongue. "Priscella. Play fair," he said, sternly. Again, he threw the ball, and this Joey chased after it, and got a basket.

It was now Priscella's turn with the ball. Dribbling with atmost perfection, she came to the center. Joey laughed. This puny fat girl beat HIM at basketball? Joey didn't have to bend. He easily snatched the ball from her, and scored.

After a couple of minutes, the score was 4-0. The coach called Priscella for a time-out and discussed new tactics with her. He had carefully observed Joey, and was able to tell her all his weak points.

Mr. Carmen blew the whistle again. It was once again Priscella's turn with the ball. Facing Joey she grinned. 

Joey was taken aback. She was losing. Why was she happy then? He soon knew.

Priscella wedged between Joey's leg and scored.

For the first time that game, it was Joey's turn to dribble the ball in. He did it very sloppily, and Priscella easily manuvered the ball away from him and scored.

Another time, she fake dodged to the left and dribbled to the right.

The last time, she threw the ball far away from Joey, and raced him to the ball. It wasn't for nothing that she was called *Audi.*

Mr. Carmen blew the whistle. In another one minute, the game was going to end.

It was Joey's turn to take the ball. 

Priscella had an idea of what frightened Joey the most. It was her speed.

She decided to take advantage of it.

Joey was determined to win the game. He wanted to be in the NBA so badly. Especially when he had a direct ticket. 

Dribbling slowly, he reached the center of the court. Priscella, who was patiently waiting for him to come, suddenly dashed to the center. 

Joey's knees buckled. She was a lightning bolt.

Priscella EASILY snatched the ball away from him and headed to Joey's side of the court. 

Joey watched as she shot the ball. But due to her over confidence, Priscella missed. Not wanting to give her another chance, Joey ran in long strides and caught up with her in a few seconds. As she shot the ball again, Joey jumped, and blocked it. 

Once again, the ball in his hands, he dribbled quite clumsily the to the other side. 

While Joey was about to shoot, Priscella reached for the ball, but thwarted his chest instead, making him fall. Joey was about to call out foul, but Priscella by then had already dribbled across the field.

He scrambled up and raced across the field. Priscella was terrified, and immediately attempted a shoot.

Joey was ALMOST there. He jumped from the side to reach the basket, and as he flew, he missed the basket by a few inches and fell face flat on the floor.

The ball missed again, and Priscella took the ball once more, and was determined to make the shot. She threw the ball with all her might. It was so forceful, that it not only went into the basket, but bounced on Joey's head which was UNDER the basket, and went flying backwards out of the hoop.

Crack.

Joey's nose broke, and he blacked out. The last thing he saw was Markett's face. Wait what? Markett? Priscella? Now it made sense.