The agents of the Fort have no name, they have call signs. Wildcat earned hers by being hot-headed and wild. When an assignment takes her to Easy Port, she eagerly awaits it to be over so she can meet her friends for a night out.

After a few drinks they convince her to sign up for an easy gig, just for old times’ sake. The job soon turns out to be riskier than advertised, and the attacks on their lives make little sense. Amidst chaos and confusion, Wildcat tries to figure out the reasons behind everyone’s actions, including her own.

There is extensive soul-searching. Mostly about love, loss and letting go. A little about abandonment. About standing alone, believing you’re good enough, knowing you can count on yourself in good times and in bad. And sometimes, if you’re really lucky, you can count on others too. And they can count on you, if they don’t force you to kill them first.

Anita Seabright