| Foreword |
She slides into the slim fitting vinyl with ease, no zippers or buttons to fasten. In a flash her mask is on, her short hair trails in the wind as she jumps down from the fire escape outside her open window into the dark chill of the winter night.
She is everything a Marauder would be, and then more.
There is no stealing, no looting, only a personal vendetta against every criminal and miscreant who crosses her nightly path along the city's empty streets. In the darkness and the shadows she watches, lurking, swaying with the frosty breeze until, as if some unseen force pushes her into action, she strikes, punishing the wrongdoers with a swift and painful blow of justice.
What is done in the dark will come to the light. And it will be brought to the light by the Marauder.