The little gun was unlike anything Amai had ever encountered before. That was surprising. As an ex-covert agent trained in the lethal arts, she was familiar with virtually every firearm in existence. Not metal, not ceramic, but light and shiny. There were no moving parts and no lettering to indicate where or by whom it had been made. Oh, and deadly! The blue beam of light that it produced from the solid muzzle was like something from a low-grade movie, but incredibly deadly. It could kill, or burn through any material it encountered.
Even more disconcerting, the little weapon wasn't the only mystery she'd stumbled into during the past couple of months. In far away Wyoming where she'd spent the winter recovering from a bullet wound, she'd found another. Not nearly so deadly, but equally impossible.