Ten:
We armored up in the thin black armor tops and polymer-mesh pants. Elisa insured me that the material was lighter, and more resistant to lycan claws than my usual metal-mesh jeans.
“For the final part of our ensembles, matching cloaks!”
She chirped in an excited voice, and I snorted and said, “You have entirely too much of a ninja fetish!”
I accused, and Elisa nodded sagely and confirmed, “I do love my flipping ninjas. Now, put on the cloak, so we can get moving. Lycans have keen sight, but if we move in the shadows, it won’t hurt us.”
I finished re-buckling my leather belt of daggers and my katana. Elisa winged her brows excitedly as she finished stuffing ammo clips and throwing knives in her various pockets, holsters, and then dumped the remaining clips and knives in her small
