She was a dark figure, in the lonely wintery night. The
trenchcoat drawn snugly around her body hid her figure,
though she needed it not to fight off the bitter chill of
the night air. In all truth, she knew it would be nearly
impossible to hide what she truly was, even with the
collar drawn up around her face, and the fedora drawn
low over her brow.

Too much about her was truly alien to be totally hidden.
And while it would be thouroughly possible for her to use
technology to hide herself, the faint, telltale energies
which would coruscate around her body would be picked
up by the Dominion's sensor technology.

But there were other ways. Nez'chre weapons technology
had always been behind what most supposed a race of their
great age should possess, but they had learned many other
things. Few species could match their medical prowess, their
ability for rapid construction was unsurpassed. Nez'chre ships,
meant for war and for trade both, could travel thousands of
lightyears in the blink of an eye, and possessed unmatched
maneuverability.

But for her, the only one of these things of import was the
personal cloaking device around her waist. It did not work on
a visual scale, the Nez'chre themselves could do that well
enough. The best sensors technology on Earth would never
even know she was there, for every detectable trace of her
presence was merely blurred into the background.

And so a fleet shadow dashed from tree to tree, boulder to
escarpment, watching, analyzing, and waiting. Rainbow Wing
had isolated itself from London by a distance of a few kilometers,
which had actually been the easiest part of the trek for her.
The insiders information had so far proven to be correct, the
dates and courses of the myriad patrols she'd had to avoid had
proven incredibly helpful. But she wouldn't fully trust his information
until the job was finished.

She checked the small, silver pocketwatch attached to her
cloaking unit. It was almost time. She stripped out of the pale
grey trenchcoat and dropped it and the Fedora behind the
embankment she was hiding behind, leaving herself nude save
for an unmarked knee length Sho'ki* and the cloaking belt above
that. Her fur was a mottled white, with streaks of the brown
grassiness of a forest floor appearing ever so occasionally.

She fought off the brief awareness of her near nudity, replacing
it with the cold calm of a trained warrior. She could not afford
the debilitating shame which her gender always seemed the
engender within her whenever she felt vulnerable. Not now.

She waited for a few seconds more, time passing to a crawl as
across the icy field the Dominion guards patrolled in near mindless
boredom. She knew that their proximity to London would make
them soft. They would have little reason to be vigilant when they
believed that no one could or would be foolish enough to attack
the heart of their empire. Even with the recent transformation
of much of their command staff and fellow soldiers to Anime-
ized femmes, they would still be incautious. Rainbow Wing had
not been struck, and the problems of Castle Cattle Prod and Irvine,
CA would seem distant, unimportant things.

They were secure in their anonymity. With any luck, they would
remain so, never being aware that one of ExileMart's most able
infiltrators had penetrated their defense net.

Then, the time to move was on her, and she sped onwards, towards
destiny.