Isis, Codename Ice

Isis, code name Ice had unusually large, light-gold lion colored eyes, an exquisite chiseled, tanned face and coal black hair that shone like an onyx. She was five foot nine, lean and moved with the perfect coordination of an athlete. Her body looked like it could win a beauty pageant though.
Kaya, her caracal wild cat was four now, a rust colored wildcat standing twenty inches at the shoulder weighing in at about forty two pounds of the lethal power of a predator, but was completely devoted to Ice and her fellow secret operative team members.
Ice prepared for the mission by arming herself to the teeth, a pistol in each hip holster and an extra in a leg holster, bulletproof vest and Kaya. “Kaya, time to go to work.” Once outside Kaya jumped into the Range Rover with exuberance, inspected the team with his slanted yellow green eyes then yodeled. Ice laughed, “He knows it’s a work night since we dressed with guns. He does love all the sneaking around the buildings and hiding in the bushes. He’s turned into a great operative.”