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Chapter I: Wraith
"Damn mercs! Get off my tail!" Wraith yelled, leaping to another cliff top. Bullets pinged all around him, careening off granite walls, nipping his cloak.
He realized the cloak might be a little inhibiting, and shed it, revealing a skintight black sleeveless top and Kevlar pants.
The spotlight from the ship shone directly in his face. The mercs on the ship got a clear view. Despite all they had seen in their years, the man they were chasing was scary. His skin was pale white, and his eyes were red. His pupils were not spherical, but more oblong, like a cat's.
Wraith turned left into a crack, and sprinted down it as far as he could. He jumped from the ledge, hitting the ground, tucking, and rolling.
He sensed a body at his back. Quick as a flash, he unsheathed a knife on his belt and cleanly stabbed into the mercenary's heart. He lifted the man with a heave, and set the self-targeting armature SMG on the man's wrist on Wraith's shoulder. He spun, mowing down a merc, and making another dive for cover.
Wraith dropped the man and ran, crouching low, into the crevice where the last merc was hiding. He slapped a button, and blades popped from his wrist. He dove into the crack, wrists flashing, and cut the merc's face into mincemeat. Wraith knocked him out with a blow to the head.
He knelt to the ground, catching his breath. He picked up the merc's dropped gear, including his credit chip. Wraith smiled. Who said crime didn't pay? He walked off toward the merc's skiff, pleased with himself for handling this crew so easily.
He neared the ship when suddenly, out of nowhere, a blade pressed against his throat. "Don't move you cyborg shithead. I won't lose no sleep slittin' the throat of a halfa like you," a low, guttural voice whispered in his ear. Wraith grimaced. The Intel must have been good. Not many knew he was biotechnically enhanced, and virtually no one knew what his ability was. He was hoping that this moron didn't either.
Wraith braced himself, and sent the neural signal to the nanobots in his cells. The nanobots ripped his cells apart, down to the very atom. Wraith passed quickly through the merc's body, standing behind him. As quick as it had started, it stopped. The nanobots repaired his cells with ease.
The merc was astonished. Where the hell had its perp gone?
"Nighty night," Wrath whispered, and that was the last thing the merc ever heard. Wraith collapsed to the ground, from fatigue and disgust. He cursed himself for getting too cocky, too confident. Never let your guard down, he repeated to himself. He got up, striding to the ship.
He opened the hatch, and saw someone in the doorframe. He was so big that he filled the entire frame. On his shaved head, a pair of black goggles was perched. His eyes were a cloudy gray-blue, like rain clouds before a storm. "Hey kid. How about you tell me about that special talent of yours?"