"The area is secure. The sweep is complete, no life signs present." The voice of the Gen2 grated on the nerves of X6-87.

"Thank you. Resume patrol." The Gen2 dutifully started to walk in a pattern that would take it down every corridor and into every room of the vault. He touched the frame of his glasses causing them to beep and light a small green LED in the frame, indicating that they were monitoring the area. "Confirmed secure. Energize the relay."

A flash of light and there stood a man dressed in all white. He appeared older than he was due to the cancer that was starting to ravage his body. Having just turned 50, he could have easily been mistaken for a man 20 years his senior. He looked around, examining his surroundings pensively.

"Where are they?" He asked quietly.

"Follow me sir, this way." X6-87 started to walk towards where the bodies were.

As they approached, the old man could see blood splatter on every surface.

"My god..." He stopped short and just stared. On the floor in front of him was the body of a Courser, its was arranged as if it were Leonardo's "Vitruvian Man". Where a head should have been was nothing more than a flattened pile of bone, flesh and brain matter. "What did this?"

"Blood patterns indicate that is was a single individual and that it was done manually..."

"Manually?"

"Yes sir." The synth paused. He felt a flutter in his gut. Something new and possibly anomalous. He needed to report this when he returned. "All indications tell us that he was beaten to death with a man's bare hands..." He looked at the old man's face and noticed that it appeared as if all the blood had drained from it. "The other body is here." X6-87 pointed out the corpse with the top of its head blown off.

"What is that on his neck?"

"Powder burns, sir. As best that we can tell, the barrel of the gun was placed directly under his chin."

"He had to have been close then.."

"Face to face, sir."

He had never seen anything like this. The sheer brutality of it was mind numbing to him...

"There was a message?"

"Yes, sir, follow me. please."

It was a short walk to the cryo-facility. On the way there, they walked through what looked like a pile of debris, but on further examination it proved to be what was left of the Gen1s that had been sent.

"On the cryo-tubes sir."

The last cryo-tube at the end of the hall was covered in bloody text.

The one on the right read "No Mercy."

To the left, it read "No Prisoners."

"Fuck." It was the first time Father had cursed in longer than he could remember. He had assumed that the death of Kellog would sate Cain's appetite for revenge. Now, in a most visceral way, he knew he had made a horrible mistake.