Gene could feel it in his bones, in his very soul. Had they sensed him yet? Did they know that he was aboard this ship? Had they come to take him back?
His mind was a jumble of half-completed thoughts, questions that yearned to be answered. But the old fear was there. The fear that this time, he wouldn't be able to get away, that they'd capture him.
It had only taken him months to become a wanted man by their people. Mere months to create a weapon so powerful, it could destory planets in the blink of an eye -- and still have enough power left over to take out an entire armada of ships.
He wasn't as stupid, as brainless, as people seemed to think he was. He liked to fight, liked to get his hands dirty, and at times, yes, he could be a little ........ impulsive. But he knew things. He was smart -- smarter then any of them would have guessed.
He had to be, for them to want him dead so badly. He'd heard -- in a distant part of the galaxy, a people had discovered his invention. Their planet was called earth, their people so like his own. They had discovered his invention, tried to tame it. They had failed. And thus, the Omega Directive had been born.
THE OMEGA DIRECTIVE. Even in his mind, it came in bold, capital letters. It's important needed no words to describe it -- the Omega Directive was in a lead all it's own. And all because of him.
He was a murderer of childeren, of men and women, of old ladies and grandparents. He was a murderer of innocents and criminals alike, all for no other reason than for the sake of discovering something -- for the sake of science.
Had it really been worth it? But Gene already knew the answer to that question. No, it hadn't. NOthing would be worth that price, ever. And that would make it even harder to defend himself, it the day had finially come when all would finially be bared, when he would be forced to pay for his crimes, against life itself.