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  Balor righted himself, tears pouring from the bottom lid of his oversized eye. “That hurt, you miserable little monkey!”

  Kane turned and brought up his Sin Eater, triggering the machine pistol only a foot from the Fomorian’s face. The cybernetic orb sparked and flashed, cracking under the onslaught of a dozen slugs. Balor staggered away from Kane, coughing and cursing in pain. A blind flail missed Kane, but the breeze unbalanced the Cerberus warrior.

  His footing unsteady, Kane tumbled a dozen feet down the slope as Balor continued to wave one arm about while his other hand cupped his damaged eye.

  “You did it now!” Balor yelled. “I’m gonna boil the skin from your bones!”

  “Balor! No!” Kane shouted.

  Even from where he’d landed, Kane could see that the sickly green glow of the cybernetic eye was pulsing with an odd new color. The Fomorian wasn’t hearing any of it, and the intensity of the glow increased. A red smear of radiation pulsed along with the green ring of the iris, and a cone of light sprayed from the center of Balor’s face. The tattered rags of Balor’s nose ignited from the spillover heat, and trees burst into flames in a wide arc.

  Balor screamed as the backlash of heat seared the inside of his skull.

  “My head! It’s on fire!” Balor called out. “Father!”

  Kane grimaced and struggled to his feet. Though he had been fighting the Fomorians to the death, to see an opponent racked by so much pain was something he couldn’t stomach. “Turn it off!”

  He shouldered Balor in the abdomen, but his weight and momentum weren’t enough to even elicit a grunt from the agonized titan. Balor’s screams increased in pitch and volume, and Kane looked up to see the poor creature’s hand and forearm had been charred to a crisp. He’d tried to close his eye and put a clamp on the searing energy that bled out of his face.

  Instead, Balor had shorn off the limb as charred bones disintegrated and poured into the dirt.

  “Stop the pain!” Balor pleaded as he stuffed his face into the dirt. The stench of roasting soil assailed Kane’s nostrils as Balor’s eye continued to burn out of control, blazing a circle of ground.

  “I’m sorry, Balor,” Kane whispered. He fed the Sin Eater a full new magazine, then fired through the back of the Fomorian’s head. Twenty rounds thundered in the night on full-automatic, smashing the creature’s skull and blowing the cybernetic eye into splinters out the other end.

  Balor rolled over, his empty, smoking socket staring emptily into the night sky.

  For the first time since Kane had first seen the Fomorian, the creature seemed to be at peace.

  Kane looked up, but once Balor’s eye had burned out of control, the other mutants had broken and ran for their lives. The battle had been too gruesome for them, and too many of their brethren had been felled by the Cerberus defenders.

  The scourge of the man-eaters had been broken.

  “Enlil’s ship took off just before you began your fight,” Domi said. “I think he wasn’t impressed.”

  “What about Bres?” Kane asked.

  “He’s all the way down in the valley,” Grant said. “But I have a feeling that none of his little muties are ever going to listen to him again.”

  Kane shook his head, grunting in agreement with his friend. “So we’re done here.”

  Grant nodded.

  “Lakesh? Brigid?” Kane called over the Commtact.

  “Thrush is still dead, if you’re asking,” Brigid’s voice came over the radio implant.

  Kane groaned. “Yeah. In all the excitement with Balor, I forgot what happened.”

  “Grant, is Kane okay?” Brigid inquired.

  “The fool already had his head wrapped up in bandages when I got here. Then he decided to play pattycake with some mutie who made me look like scrawny little Domi here,” Grant explained.

  “So Kane’s got a concussion,” Brigid said. “Just like the fake.”

  Kane winced as he pulled off his hood. “Yeah. Just like the fake. But this time, do me a favor and shoot me in the head before going through all this shit again.”

  Grant hauled Kane to his feet, supporting his friend.

  “Not a chance, partner,” Grant replied, smiling. “Misery loves company.”

  Kane cracked a smile of his own, but the pain and fatigue were clear on his features.

  The most recent threat to Cerberus had been neutralized, but the Cerberus veterans knew that it was only a matter of time before Thrush or Enlil launched another offensive.

  Together Kane and Grant trudged through the darkness to meet up with the other Cerberus personnel. The return trip to the redoubt beckoned, and the warmth and sanctuary it offered would be welcome indeed.

  ISBN: 978-1-4268-4845-2

  REALITY ECHO

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