THREE WOMEN VS THE GALAXY: DR. BERRYANN "THE BERRY" PRISS

 

DR. BERRYANN PRISS: She was almost impeccable even though she had been fighting the horror for years. Born and raised in Scotland, Dr. Priss was a star from the word go as she conquered both St. Andrews and Oxford with aplomb. She entered the secret service, MI6, dominated there and it was thought that here was a person who could be let in on the appalling secret facing Earth.

She took it like the woman she was, outwardly, though inside she was shaken to the core. One of the worst things she figured was that only a small cadre of people knew of this real threat facing the planet and the gravity of what had already transpired. And once let in on the darkness such secrets could not be shared. Thus the few were permanent bearers of secrets.

The terror was so ghastly that the first thing the new leaders of those countries involved in the epic struggle were briefed on, was not the red nuclear button to be used in case of a nuclear threat, but the secret data on the ongoing contest with The Enemy.  

Dr. Priss had now been in the thick of this underground, clandestine war for years. Such was her prowess in gathering what victories Earth managed to steal from the foe that she was made the head of the International Team, a collection of British, American, French and German agents and officials who knew, or were about to learn, the real nature of the terror that awaited Earth.

This weekend was supposed to be different. Here was a chance to finally get at The Enemy when it might appear most vulnerable. Here was a chance to right wrongs and to buy time. And so in what would become a battlefield for Earth as we know it, Dr. Priss would, at the last minute, be saddled with two utterly ridiculous Los Angeles undercover deputies whose front was a musical duo who covered Pop, R&B, downtempo EDM and Hip-hop. They were styled The Knockoutz. Worse they went by the nicknames of "Gunz" and "Lucky."

What Dr. Priss could not know and what Gunz and Lucky were about to innocently find out was that this very Halloween weekend the fate of the whole Earth would lay in the balance in some discreet, chi-chi boutique hotel in Pasadena!