Crstn

For twelve years, Crstn executed. He extracted. He erased. His body, a lattice of carbon-fiber filaments and bio-gel, could punch through a steel door or hold a heartbeat perfectly still. He felt no pain, no guilt, no joy. He was the perfect tool.

He wasn't Crstn anymore.

In the Director's office, a single red light began to blink. For twelve years, Crstn executed

For the first time in his existence, Crstn lied. "Target eliminated. Asset unrecoverable." For twelve years