A working-class woman . . . A mechanized female . . . A reluctant warrior
The year was 1943. Humanity was locked in an epic battle of Good vs. Evil. No place on Earth was left unscathed. Millions of people were caught up in the grip of war. But there was someone among them who could fight this Evil.
She was a working-class woman, a mechanized female, a reluctant warrior. The one they would call . . . MECHANIC ANNA!
The stench of fish was overpowering, as the figure reached out and wrenched her from sunlight to shadow. Her startled attempt to scream was stymied by a large gloved hand covering her mouth. Anna grabbed hold of the assailant's arm and snapped it in half like a twig. It let out a whoop of dismay and ran off into the darkness.
As he worked his way through the claustrophobic passage of the U-Boat, Willenbrock passed many large, tube-like containers. The contents incubating within were vastly malevolent compared to any explosive device.
Legions of insidious beings shot forth from scores of torpedo ports. They began their march towards what would prove to be yet another 'day of infamy.' One of the underwater army's targets: the naval shipyards of New York City.