Shit, the fucking pack was booby trapped. I had to get away.
But every breath I took was like fire. He had broken a bunch of my ribs. If he opened
the pack without the charge being deactivated, everything within 30 feet would
be blown to pieces. I didn’t have the codes. Fuck fuck fuck! I had to get away. Even as I shifted my
weight a fraction of an inch the goon that busted up my ribs eyes
laser focused on me and moving far faster than anyone that big should be able
to move, he was standing over me. I could see his steel grey eyes through the
mask and armored faceplate. They drilled into my own and I couldn’t move. His body was poised to strike. The slightest wrong move would unleash him. Here was an
alpha predator who knew what he was. And so does my subconscious. The other
armored mercenary unhooked something form his belt and it lit up. He brought it
near my pack and I could just barely see a screen with data scrolling across
it. In about 15 seconds it beeped three times and the mercenary opened my pack.
No explosion. Nothing. I let out a sigh and started to lean back, but I forgot
I was being watched by a predator. His hands reached down toward me….