I flipped on my active camo feature and prowled up to the guard post.

For guy, he doesn’t even know…

I hitched up my knife, getting ready for the kill, picked out the arteries to puncture, the pressure points to tear through, bones to snap….

I really don’t want to do this, but it was what I was created for, this is what I have to do.

“Kill #742.” I announced, and jammed the heel of my palm into the middle of his rib cage, collapsing both lungs and stopping his heart.

I cut everything so that he couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even breath.

I looked in mock glory at my newest kill, one of many to come.

All of the sudden, a green diode blinked of the dead guard’s helmet.

That’s bad.

I hadn’t foreseen this, the stopping of the guard’s heart triggered a silent alarm.

In second I was rushed by hundreds of soldiers.

Initiate Command 000!

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