Nadia, Vigilante

You proceed home, cautiously, checking over your shoulder periodically the whole way. You get a sneaking suspicion one of those damn white, unmarked Aryan Awakening vans is following you. Sure enough, as you get back to the intersection of Riak Way, Callahan Street, and Luna Vista Drive just before sunset, you look in the window of the van that's pretty much been following you since the beach, and make out one of those damn swastika seat covers they're so fond of.

The Aryan Awakening is stalking you again, all right. It's been going on like this for a couple of years. You're surprised they haven't tried harder to kidnap you. You've only killed seven of their members in some of the most hilariously feeble attempts to kidnap you in the past two years, since that day their former leader Sophia Simcox, completely at your mercy, begged you for her life and you threw a beehive at her, then laughed as she died from anaphylactic shock.

Man, these Aryan bastards sure hold a grudge, you say to yourself as you make a right and proceed down Luna Vista Drive toward home.