Faith.

On a quiet road several miles outside of LA, Jorge Costa was humming as he guided his beat up old chevy pickup truck through the more sparsely populated suburbs. A sit on lawnmower, weedwhacker and numerous other gardening tools packed the bed of his truck. He whistled cheerfully, a man happy with his work and station in life. Plenty of fresh air and a good round of customers made his self employed gardening job enjoyable and reasonably profitable.

"Madre dios." Jorge exclaimed to himself, as a figure stumbled out into the empty road.

It was a young woman, with long black hair and an athletic, but very sexy body. This Jorge could tell instantly because the young woman was naked. He hit the brakes as the raven haired beauty desperately flagged him down looking distressed and afraid. Believing the woman must have been attacked or escaped from captivity Jorge stopped without hesitation and rushed from his cab to offer assistance.

"Signorina, quickly come, come. I will take you to the hospital." Jorge offered in a samaritan spirit of concern. "You want I should call the police?"

Faith grabbed Jorge by the throat and bodily lifted the neighbourly gardener from the ground and slammed him against the bonnet of his pickup.

"I don't think that's a good idea amigo." Faith warned the frightened old man. "If you did I'd be feel obliged to break both your arms. You see, suddenly last night I remembered. I'm a bad, bad girl."

Faith had ditched her prison issue orange jumpsuit in the nearby bushes. The rogue slayer had waited, nude, observing oncoming traffic and picking her mark. She'd allowed several vehicles to pass before she chose Jorge as her victim, either because the contained more than one occupant or because the cars were too new and probably fitted with a tracking device. The middle aged gardener was perfect, almost certain to play the white knight if he saw a young, naked woman in distress and his beat up chevy wouldn't attract attention.

"What do you want?" Jorge stammered, thinking such strength, from so young a woman meant that she was on ****.

"I need your clothes, your boots and your pickup." Faith said threateningly.