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Her actual name is Hunterrina an immortal warrior of a kingdom of ages ago, cursed and blessed with immortality. She has wandered the centuries for over 5,000 years, taking on new identities with every new era to hide her powers. She can fly, has strength greater than mortals, and when angered becomes a force of destruction.
Now, in a huge cyberpunk city drowning in corruption and brutality, a deadly threat arises. Sybil, a ruthless woman enhanced by a killer serum, is determined to bring down the regime. As Captain Hunter, Hunterrina must stop her but this time, she must do it without betraying her ancient power.
One mistake, one lapse of control and her secret will be shattered.
But if Sybil pushes her too far…
Hunterrina will let the world see why legends are dreaded.

Captain Hunter

The bar was filled with laughter, the kind that echoed above the music thumping in the background. The place was filled with military personnel, their uniforms casual, badges still gleaming on their chests, but their defenses down for once.

And right in the middle of everything?

A half-full glass in her hand, the slightest smirk on her lips, she leaned back in her chair. Relaxed. Normal. Human.

A voice boomed over the clamor, and she was twisting before she could see him, a chunky arm draped over her shoulder Sergeant Briggs, her friend here. A tank-like physique, buzz cut, and a grin that could take a man out on its own.

"You had to go and make us all look bad, did you?" he taunted, grinning. "Saving lives, disarming bombs what's next? Catching bullets with your teeth?"

Rina laughed, her fingers outlining the rim of her glass.

Bullets were the least of her concern. five thousand years ago.

"Well," she raised her drink, "someone's got to keep you lot from blowing yourselves up."

The table erupted into laughter.

Private Lana pushed forward, her brown eyes wide with respect. "Seriously though, Captain… You didn't even blink when you cut the wire. Everyone said you were like cold as hell. How do you do it?"

Centuries of war. Watching kingdoms burn. Holding my mother's dead body.

But Rina simply shrugged, playing the game to perfection.

Briggs snorted. "Nah, it ain't luck. You're built differently, Captain. I mean, you're a damn legend now. City's talking about you. They're calling you the 'Guardian of Steelpoint.'"

Rina raised her glass again. "To surviving another day."

Because every day was another triumph over time itself.

The glasses tapped against each other, the air filled once again with laughter. Tonight, she was one of them.

No immortality. No centuries-old power. Just Captain Rina Hunter.

A Name Worth Drinking To