Chapter 3
A dozen Merciless guards stand in a semicircle before me, all aiming their gash guns in my direction. Ouch. Those things are worse than regular firearms since the bullets explode grenade-style on impact. My body numbs with shock. Even if I toss the chem darts now, the Merciless are known for their reflexes. With so many warriors, the chances one will hit me are about 100%.
Not liking those odds.
In the center of the group, there stands a wispy man who’s about five feet tall. His white lab coat hangs loosely around him. Tufts of gray hair encircle what’s an otherwise-bald head. Small round glasses sit atop his thin nose. I’ve seen pictures of this guy before. Doctor Godwin. He runs the Authority’s program for genetically enhanced animals. In other words, this dude runs the Hord
