It is pitch black outside and I am wearing all black, my hair is in a braid and I have my weapons ready. I look at myself in the mirror and I want to laugh, I look a little like Black widow from the Avengers. However my clothes have velcro on the sides so it is easy for me to rip them off and shift. I have had to leave some at some battlefields but I usually can go after and find them to take home. I walk out of my room and walk down stairs, we have already packed everything in the car and parked it out of the pack lines in a neutral zone. We will just get the boy and he will just ride on my back while we run to the car. I am big enough to carry about a fourteen year old on my back and run at full speed.
“So are you ready?” I ask while putting my gloves on.
He just smiles his grin, peo
