Tasha, the muscle

You decide that if there really are crazed fans out there then some extra protection would be ideal.

"Let's bring Tasha." You say.

"Roger that Boss." Priscilla makes a quick call again.

"Yo. Tasha, with the crazies sniffing around we need to be more careful on this hike. Boss personally wants you to come with. Yeah. Don't care, just move it, we're trying to be back by dark. Bad weather tomorrow Ally says." She smiles as she puts her phone away.

"Tasha is en route, although she said she isn't exactly presentable but will be good to hike."

You nod and shortly after you both make your way outside as a black SUV rolls up the gravel driveway. The lone occupant steps out to reveal a commanding 7'1" black woman in dark grey winter wear. Her hair is in a tight series of braided dreads. Priscilla was not joking about her bust size, at least DD's. You try not to stare at her as she pulls a duffelbag from the trunk.

After strapping it to her back she turns to you both.

"No further items of note on the security sweep, sir. You're gonna be just fine in my hands, just you try to relax." Her voice in a clipped british accent that you can't exactly nail down.

Without further delays the trio of you head ip the trail. Tasha does not engage much in small talk, her eyes always picking at your surroundings. She is vigilant as you make your way up the slopes.

You manage well for most of the start of the day until you were climbing a some rock steps. The thin ice and stone manage to best you winter boots and you slip backwards. Timbling a few feet you land against a tree and a sharp pain shoots up your leg which is pinned beneath you.

Almost instantly Tasha and Priscilla are at your side.

After a quick examination Priscilla makes the diagnosis that you have sprained your ankle.

The hike is now over and you will be returning to the cabin to get a proper EMT to inspect you.

One small problem though.