Getting ambushed by zealous cyborgs might bother most people, but Kant was having a great time. There was nothing like getting the blood pumping and putting down evil monsters to enhance a man’s day and make him feel like he was adding to society. Besides, the bastards had hurt Anne, so he owed them quick and painful deaths.
He had not heard anything suspicious on his way to the docking bay. No yelling. No heavy boots. No gunfire. The Core would have brought their best for the initial assault, so leaving their men to get slaughtered wouldn’t help the mission. He couldn’t ignore the possibility of reinforcements, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if no one was left, and it was an easy errand to pick up Emma and stick her in an IO port.
Kant slowed as he approached a massive hole in the hall
