Her jacket’s inner lining contained thousands of heating elements that kept her mobile while she worked the frozen wastelands of New York City. They sucked juice though, the batteries lasting eight hours at best, and today was going to grow long. She switched the elements off and instantly cold crept inward from her collar and cuffs. The jacket’s outer layers were supple like a rock climber’s gear, but woven from bulletproof fibers wrapped around pinhead lights. Those lights enabled it to spell out any warning required; right now it ran the standard NYPD cease-and-desist legal forms. She reached up to her collar and clicked a toggle twice. The jacket went dark. Her weapons were generic enough, being store bought, so she zipped up pockets, removed the wrist keypad and double-checked there were no other tags or markings that would give her away. She looked as much like a cosplay ninja as she could manage at such short notice.