Olivers scream echoed around the hangar. It had no emotional impact on one single person in the facility. Quite the opposite it annoyed many.
“You must be able to undo this, please do something change that, stop it, I don’t know how to ask you?” Oliver begged from within his host. He had watched the attack on Minnie from the regression soldier’s view on the screen on his chair. Oliver had had to endure the look of fear on Minnie’s face as he was lifted up over the bridge and then his screaming face as he fell back. Laslty he had watched Minnie panicking under the water, air escaping from his mouth and the frightened stare as his face slipped away into the dark waters of the Thames.
“Clearly we cannot reason with you, we have tried warning you,” Marmon said to Oliver, he then ordered the regressing fat man for an update, “Status solider?”
The fat man was exhausted and the monitors that checked on his condition screamed to report the strain on his life the mission had taken.
“Subject TX Zero Two. Deleted,” the fat man said. His mouth then expelled air and his body crumbled to a husk in the hover chair. Blue smoke floated from his corpse and a robot sped over to Hoover up the gas cloud and remnants.
“A casualty of the cause,” Ramone said looking at Oliver.
Oliver could not comprehend the situation he was in. From all around, consuming his senses, he could hear the cheer of an entire army celebrating the slaying of their latest pursuit.
Marmon stepped up to Oliver, “We believe there are around one hundred subjects we have to terminate to save human kind. You and your friends are in the top five, which is now a top four. And you subject Oliver are our most wanted. We will hunt you down and terminate you all.”
Marmon glanced toward the nearest guard and nodded, “Break the connection.”
Marmon and Ramone stepped back. Oliver saw one of the guards step in front of him. The guard withdrew his ceremonial sword from the scabbard across his chest. He took it in two hands and Oliver watched the razor like blade, made of the brightest steel, draw back in the guards double gripped hands. The guard raised the sword up high behind him.
Oliver closed the eyes of his fused host and swallowed hard.
With one flowing movement the guard removed the head of the host with one clean blow. The head fell to the floor and robots swished in to take care of the mess.
33.