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The moon was about to bid farewell to the night and the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon as two dozen shadowy figures approached the Sophont Decommissioning Centre. It wasn’t a particularly foreboding construction, and wouldn’t normally have attracted attention, but – on closer inspection – it was far more heavily guarded than one should expect anything other than a government research establishment to be.
Sylas enhanced the magnification of his visual receptors and scanned the building carefully. Teams of black-uniformed security-guards patrolled the perimeter of the installation, each armed with a semi-automatic pulse rifle.
Sylas gathered his team around him.
“From what I can see, the defences are aimed primarily at keeping out other humans. Sophont spare parts can fetc
