In a dingy downtown Dayton former department store, Sister Susie (of the Sisters of the Divine Figure) was sewing silly sloppy silk shirts for soldiers, just as her order had always done. Suddenly, the Red Line telephone rang.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Sister, ich bein der Pope. You must go immediately to Sylvester, Montana und dere you vill get furder instructions. Ja, dis ist vetwork. Ein "Implementer" has been found und needs to become ein "Eliminated" mach schnell."

"Jawohl! I mean, I'm on my way," she responded, grabbed her always-ready "tool kit" and left without turning off her sewing machine.

As she ran down the stairs she ripped off her wimple and shook out thick locks of auburn hair. Pausing, she stepped out of her dress and continued on in a very, very chic simple black business suit.

And why not? She was all business, now: trained as an assassin by the crack Swiss Guards.