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註釋TRIROON -- the Graphic NovelPeople often fear what they don't understand. But when they think that what they fear is a threat, the next step is often violence. And violence often begets even greater violence in response. The Terran Supremacists didn't know who they were picking a fight with. But they were finding out, day by day--IS REVENGE BEST SERVED COLD?If so, TiiNa Firestone was in need of a whole tray of ice cubes--She was tracking down the team of people who had enabled her brother's assassination, one-by-one, as the improbable agent of a three-letter organization whose motto was Latin for 'I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.'With the abilities she possessed, she could have chosen a thousand other professions--but her choice of working for the Agency was impelled by circumstance, and she was determined to 'circumstance' each and every one of those responsible, until all of the threats to her family were eliminated.She didn't think of herself as evil--maybe a little amoral, but repentance would have to wait until the fuel gauge on her checklist was a lot closer to empty.At least, that's what she thought, until she met her newborn nephew--She'd grown up a lot by the age of six. Hybrids like herself grew up about twice as fast as her Terran and HaChii forebears, but when she met little RoBii, who should still have been in diapers, she realized that she wasn't the grown-up in the room.Not at all, at all, as her Grandma Enya O'Neill would say--Could she seek absolution, set down her weapons and practice war no more?Could she defend her family, her adopted world, and maybe even find love in the midst of all these threats?