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He slung his rifle and rappelled silently down the back wall of the gallery, landing behind a row of server racks. He removed his helmet, then his boots. Barefoot, he crept to the edge of the crowd. He found a lab coat, shrugged it on, and smeared coolant grease on his face. Then he stood up, hands raised, and stumbled into the hostage group.

He chose deep.

Fenris laughed. The servo twitched. One… two… three… four.

“Brother!” Fenris’s voice boomed as his eyes locked onto Maverick. “I knew you’d come. Take off that coat. Let them see the wolf.”

Fenris stared at his own dead hand. For one second, he looked almost human. Almost sorry.

He slung his rifle and rappelled silently down the back wall of the gallery, landing behind a row of server racks. He removed his helmet, then his boots. Barefoot, he crept to the edge of the crowd. He found a lab coat, shrugged it on, and smeared coolant grease on his face. Then he stood up, hands raised, and stumbled into the hostage group.

He chose deep.

Fenris laughed. The servo twitched. One… two… three… four.

“Brother!” Fenris’s voice boomed as his eyes locked onto Maverick. “I knew you’d come. Take off that coat. Let them see the wolf.”

Fenris stared at his own dead hand. For one second, he looked almost human. Almost sorry.