The beginning.

Nancy became an ILSM after she realized Ned Nickerson never would never solve the case of the curious sushi. To Nancy, Ned would always be adequate, but nothing like the perfection she recognized when watching ILSMs run. "Run, ILSMs, run," she thought, as she drank her gin and tonic and watched, through dark sunglasses, from the window above.

As she stared at the ILSMs in their medieval warrior suits, hair braided, bows and arrows against their shoulders, hand-rolled cigarettes against their hip, they suddenly transformed into modern-day ILSMs, their bodies covered by only the very thin spandex of their red bathing suits and nicotine was now replaced by cocaine: the drug of the gods. Suddenly, Nancy needed a cigarette.

Nancy needed a cigarette almost as urgently as that time when she watched Alisha stand up in TORT. almost.

Upon memory of Alisha Sedor standing up in TORT, Nancy chain smoked, but with the satisfaction that she was right when she dumped Ned and chased the dream of becoming an ILSM. "Only 8 hours until the mystery of sushi happy hour is solved," Nancy thought while lacing her next cigarette with cocaine and pulling on her sexy detective boots.

quickly, Nancy pulled out her camo-themed iPhone to double check her evening plans:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyotaimori
"That heel-clicking ILSM is going to go great with some sashimi," she thought, then grabbed her motorcycle helmet and strode down the stairs.