TITLE: Always Gray in Winter
GENRE: Adult - Urban Fantasy
My spirit is shaken to its very depths. But you, Yahweh...how long?
Mawro stared at the on-screen melee playing over and over before him. The speed and precision with which the two combatants fought surpassed even the human race's best martial artists and white arms experts. He stroked the long whiskers on his chin, scrutinizing their every move, his stomach uneasy while he winnowed down the list of possible explanations for this spectacle. With a sigh he leaned back in his rickety roller chair and laid his boots heel to toe atop his console. The probable ones no longer seemed so farfetched.
He followed his operative's movements across the screen. The young woman executed one technique after another, keeping her monolid eyes on her target while her bobbed hair flew across her face. With neither misstep nor hesitation Hana landed every strike exactly where he expected, just as he had taught her. Her hands moved with such speed their surveillance equipment could only display an orange-and-white blur. Now and again the camera would capture a frame for a split second but would lose tracking right away. The black stripes on her exposed forearms left artifacts behind, reminding Mawro of speed lines following Hong Kong Phooey from the Saturday morning cartoons of his childhood.
Hana's opponent captivated and chilled him at the same time. In stark contrast to her silver gray facial fur, her uniform's digital camo pattern confirmed assertions by his Revolutionary Guard hosts--she was a US Navy sailor guarding Coalition supply lines through Iran into Afghanistan.