Guns drawn, the guards stared down the lone figure in the center of the room carrying nothing but a katana. She had appeared suddenly, as if formed from the shadows swirling in the corners of the room. Two lone floodlights guided the guards’ eyes as they prepared to gun down this helmeted intruder. A heartbeat later, two guards flew across the room as another found a katana plunged through his chest. The remaining guards jumped into action, firing at the space where they’d last seen the woman. It was too late, she was upon them; katana slicing easily through the last men standing. A heartbeat later and she knelt beside the guards she had sent flying. With a whisper she silenced them, cleaned her sword, and strode back into the darkness.