Chapter 18Silver let out a sigh as his adrenaline levels began to recede. The immediate danger of the Commando and his homunculus had passed, giving him a moment to consider how lucky he was to have made it to the elevator.
Shaking his head and steeling himself for the opening of the doors, Silver glanced sideways and caught his slightly distorted reflection in the polished metal mirror. Mirrors in elevators were an old trick to make their tiny amount of interior space seem larger and less oppressive.
What the f**k was that?
Silver turned his injured shoulder towards his reflection and cautiously approached it, mouth slightly open. He began to feel queasy as his mind fought against what he was seeing.
There was a hole, a crater, in the rear of his shoulder, almost six inches across. It
