Capt. Jane Franks

You're in a bar in Fresno, Cailfornia just having a quiet drink. Over by the pool tables there's a bit of a ruckus going on. Some local tough guy is hitting on a short, blonde haired woman in a green USAF jacket. You start to rise from your barstool when she sweeps his leg, grabs his arm, and spins him face first into the edge of the pool table. She lets go and grins and, in a cocky fashion, winks at you.