"Ratchet disagrees with the name, but who gives a fudge!" said Twist as he pierced the Handler with a sharp, judging look. He then turned his attention to Ess, who was still feeling groggy, struggling to keep his eyes open. "I call her Katana. I designed her to have all our backs. Literally! She can cut even Threat Level 1s in half with a single stroke of her saber – easy as cutting grass."
Ess couldn't stand the boy's yapping. He'd only just woken from a two-day slumber and the last thing he wanted to hear was exposition about the newest member of their little team. His fractured mind only managed to take in the name Katana, and perhaps that was enough.
One only needed to see the scabbard on the woman adorned in the lehenga to know that she was a threat. It wouldn't be too hard to see anyway. It had been decided that Katana, formerly Vishu, a member of Half Side, would be riding on the hood of the car until the group left the Arid Chunk.
