One of them.
The words rang loud in Zero’s mind, echoing over and over like a warning he couldn’t shake. What could that man have meant?
One of them?
It wasn’t aliens. Not the Kahrin. He knew that for certain.
He didn’t resemble them, not in the slightest, not even with the new enhancements fused to his body. Those changes had made him stronger, faster, more deadly—but they hadn’t made him them.
So, what did the man mean? What did those survivors mean by calling him “one of them”?
A chilling possibility crept through his thoughts: there were others out there. Others who were like him. Others who possessed the same abilities, the same potential, the same weaponized body that had made him what he was.
But why had he never seen them?
Zero ran the question through his mind again and a
