The car door opened and a woman stepped out that looked
as vicious as her ride. She wore leather pants and jacket, scuffed and patched,
and reinforced at the shoulders, elbows, and knees. One side of her hair was
shaved, exposing an ugly, purple scar that disappeared around the back of her
head. One side of her mouth was pulled up by an angry, red line, the souvenir
of some fight. This and her furrowed brow gave her the appearance of perpetual
fury. She kicked the car door shut behind her, sunlight sparkling off the steel
caps of her boots.
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