They call her Medusa.

They say you can find her by the hissing of the poison darts she shoots, each from a snake that is never found. They say you can almost see glimpses of her long hair that sometimes seems to move on its own when she escapes after hitting her marks. They say you can contact her by leaving a note in any temple of the goddess Athena; she'll get back to you eventually. Or maybe she won't.

She only takes very specific kinds of deals, it would appear. She only takes ones that she already had an eye on, to make a bit of cash and have someone to point to if it all goes to Hades. She's smart. She likes to look out for those who are like her: Disgraced. Betrayed. Cursed. At least, that's what they say.

They know she lives in Athens. They know she used to be a priestess. They know she's not normal. She's a little too lithe. She's a little too well-hidden. She's a little too slippery. They've nearly caught her a half-dozen times. Near-misses, really, since I personally don't think she can be caught. I don't think there's a bone in her body that isn't always in defense or attack mode, ready to strike in an instant, if need be. If push comes to shove, really.

She also goes dormant for long stretches of time, watching, waiting, listening for any hints of what she needs to do next. Her next mark. And then? She strikes out when no one knows she would. When everyone thinks she's gone. Maybe caught, maybe killed. Maybe just done with the whole business. But no, she always comes back. Always. One time or another.

She doesn't work alone, either. There's no way in Hades she can do all of this on her own, hit every mark with laser precision and two darts side by side. One with the poison, always different, never once re-used. It freezes their muscles within a minute, triggering living rigor mortis while they suffocate. The other has a message, the crime she has decided they're guilty of. The reason she kills other than getting the money of the deal.

She can make it across the country in a night. Across the world in a week. She can go from the highest peaks of the Andes mountains to an American suberb in a few days, and sometimes, she can hit her marks along the way. And, despite her insane speed, despite the fact that surely, she must be rushing, everything is so stone-cold and calculated that it's impossible to deny that she is a professional. The way the darts are constructed without any identifying labels other than her insignia. The perfect font for the notes, the font used pretty much everywhere and printable by pretty much anything. Even the money deposits and bank usage makes it hard to track her accounts and harder to locate her at all.

They call her Medusa because of three things: She uses exclusively snake venoms with other chemicals in ways to turn the targets, essentially, into stone. She's undeniably connected to the world of Gods and the mythical, the one known contact being a woman named Athena, who runs a tactical crime syndicate taking over most of America. But mostly, it's because that's the name she chose for herself. The name she decided to put on everything she touches for her job. The darts, the notes, even the replies to jobs, all of it. She is Medusa, that much is evident.

However, I know her by another name: Melissa Gretchen Douglass. I don't think I'll be telling anyone, though, because I have a lot more I want to see from her, and this show isn't over. Not yet, anyway. After all, I put in a request. I sent her to an island where a boy is being hept hidden for a curse that is not his fault. A boy being turned into a monster because he looks like one. I sent her to go liberate the Minotaur, as he's often called. I sent her to kill King Minos.
Let's see how well she does, shall we?