Medusa's Master
Katrina Kim stepped out into the cavernous H.O.T. Watch headquarters, gazing around in shock as much at the banks of computers and analysts as at the domed enormity of the cave enclosing it all in perpetual night. And she'd thought the mini-submarine ride to get to the inside of this hollowed-out volcano had been wild. This place was incredible.
"Ahh, there you are, Captain Kim." An attractive woman wearing khaki shorts and a dark polo shirt strode toward her, holding out her hand. "I'm Jennifer Blackfoot."
Katrina studied the offered hand impassively. A grab and twist at the base of the thumb would put the woman down on the ground. Or, there was the pressure point in the wrist, which would bring a grown man in a full battle rage to a screeching halt. Or there was always the tried-and-true bend-and-snap to break fingers and generally maim the sensitive instrument that was the human hand.
Gently, she clasped the woman's proffered hand. "Please.
Call me Kat." Standard protocol to ask civilians to use her first name. It put them at ease around Special Forces operatives like her.
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