He was the latest in family.

Section 2 was now experimenting with what configurations its cyborgs were to operate. Yes, the cyborg program which was accompanied by a prosthetics program was still part of section 2.

But, the terrorists had evolved.

So, the latest in Section 2's configurations was having 3 cyborgs in a 'family' instead of the traditional 'fratello'.

So, Leo was the youngest and the only boy in the group. His two older sisters Angel and Heather were away with their father, of sorts, which in reality is their handler.

With this, there was a risk of loss of control. Was. With some significant advances with conditioning even their senior Triela was still alive, now already a year overdue for her death.

But funnily enough, he was sent on a mission, just to reach the pre-determined area and wait for the target to arrive. But he was send without a handler. No other families have had a mission without their 'fathers' before.

He was trudging along in the rain with a combat pack on his back enjoying being alone without his handler.

It was very dangerous nowadays, with the mad Padanian terrorist on a spree of hiring mercenaries and private companies with actual and real combat expertise.

Plus, instead of what he usually used, they changed his loadout, he didn't like it of course.

Curse the conditioning.

He liked his new body of course, he owed he Social Welfare Agency that.

He used to feel indebted to them. He still was, but he felt that had a lack of freedom.


2 hours later.

He pulled the HK416 tighter against his chest. Aware of his surroundings.



With the recent deaths of another 2 cyborgs. Which were the second generation ones.

He was very very careful.

He was in a body that could take the least punishment of all the others, which is why he operated at range.

And that was why he had a disassembled AS50 with him. It was bloody heavy.

He had an hour till he reached his destination and 2 days of waiting for the target to come.

Sighing as he remembered what Isaac, his handler, always liked to say, 'hurry up and wait'.

But he thought that this was a bit too much.

Wasn't it?


2 days later.

With the anti-materiel sniper rifle already set up. He peered into his binoculars waiting for the target to show up with the lorry.

It rumbled down the road.

He took the camouflage netting of his AS50. At this range, he had to get ready. It was more than a thousand meters out. When he reached the spot he couldn't believe that a place like that existed. He could see everything from there, including the city.

He took his time to get personal with the crook on the other end of his scope.

Then he fired once. Twice. A bit of an overkill but that was his orders.

The next three rounds left in the 5 round magazine ended up into the 2 escort cars with the truck.

Those cars wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Pulling out a cell phone he called Isaac.

He let it ring a couple of times before snapping the phone shut. It was done.

His real parents was avenged once again. They would be in need of avenging again. Soon.

Time to pack up and leave.

He envied the others.

Especially Rico, who had a very happy disposition and outlook.

Together with her SVD which he very much wanted to try out.

In the SWA he was a loner, even within his 'family', he didn't talk all that much.

Leo went to the canteen to get a meal before going to a corner of the canteen to eat it alone.

He was so self-engrossed in his brooding that for a while, he didn't notice one very weird fact.

The canteen was empty. Never has that happened before.

Leaving the meal on the table he rushed to the firing range and almost all the other areas where there were almost always someone training.

Until he arrived at the place which he personally called the 'Mad House' because the handlers like to stuff all kinds of things ,like flashbangs and all sorts of stun grenades, inside that single floor building which simulates corridoors and rooms et cetera. But he heard it was called a killing house or something.

It was full of people, surrounded with people, everyone was there.

Then remembered, the section-wide training that was scheduled for today.

He sighed to himself audibly, 'Shit'.

He ran to the armory.