Unfazed by Gremlin’s scrutiny, Azara took another drag from her e-cig and let out a long plume of smoke. “Passable or passé? I can change into something else if it doesn’t suit your purposes — I had no idea if arson, murder or petty mayhem was on the agenda today.”
She smoothed her hands over the headset and was surprised by a pang of longing. How many hours had she spent with the other initiates, testing equipment just like this for agents about to head off on assignments? How long had it been since she had done the same for her mother?
Not now. Azara flicked the e-cig from her lips with two fingers as if she were swatting at an insect. “As to my skills, I can be shot or stabbed without a flinch or whimper. I do a pretty good corpse imitation, as I don’t always need air. I am very good at reading people or doing some interrogating and I have a few implants that makes me a very observant listener.
“And if you don’t care about any of that, I’ve got a few Det cards, a handful of EMP grenades, some tube thermite, and a Sec Systems Detention Collar, plus remote. The last is for kinks , obviously — but there are a few more practical applications, depending on the situation. If anything else is needed, I can make a milk run.”