Chapter 82

Aramus let his knife fly, the blade hitting one of the soldiers preparing to fire in the neck. Blood spurted. Not an instant death, but a fatal blow nonetheless. The rest got to experience firsthand the accuracy of a cyborg trained to never miss. While their bullets sprayed all over the place, Aramus picked them off, barely flinching as the occasional lucky shot struck him. As for the guy who'd ordered the doctor's death?

He stalked after him when he would have turned tail and run. Tripping over the bodies of his dead squad, the human blubbered for mercy.

"Don't kill me. I was just following orders."

"Whose orders?"

It seemed he wouldn't find out as the soldier suddenly went rigid, his eyes rolling back in his head until only the whites appeared. As his body thrashed, foam began to spill from his mouth. Aramus dropped the body in disgust. It seemed the military didn't want them getting their hands on their soldiers.