Chapter 86: Dead asshole

It was the next morning, and they were on their way to the milk farm in a large car that had big wheels and something called four-by-four that John promised she could study when she had the time.

A helicopter flew low over the fields surrounding them, and several cars were ahead of them and behind them. It was odd, not being able to go anywhere without being surrounded by humans. These secret agents - a weird name since everyone could see them - were supposed to take a bullet for John. Most of them might, but she seriously doubted if any of them would take a bullet for her. Which was only fair because she wouldn't take a bullet for them. Balthazar couldn't afford to lose any more cyborgs. Especially since the new cyborgs made from their fallen comrade didn't turn out well.