stolen hybrid ship. He looked up and seized control of the first aerial craft he saw and forced it to land. Cin knocked out the entire crew, stormed over to it, and pulled out the unconscious soldiers.
Figuring he gave them plenty of time to land and save themselves, Cindrac cut the other ships' power systems still hovering around him. Most were close enough to the ground for no one to be hurt, but two others crashed and were calling out minor casualties.
Another hologram appeared in the sky as Cin took off, and he didn’t bother to stay around to hear what the overlord Cybil Rickefoller had to say. The woman was known for her twisted sexual appetite, like most of the overlords, and Cin couldn’t fathom why they thought Cybil would deter him from his mission.
Cin was just getting close to the first elite bunker when he saw dozens of ships in the skies above it. Sighing at the same tired response, he knocked out the soldiers and lowered the vessels to the ground. By the time he reached the bunker, everyone but his targets were unconscious.
Cindrac couldn’t help but smile when he strode in the unlocked front door of the bunker and saw none other than Cybil Rickefoller trembling in the living room. Her physical features might be considered acceptable by human standards, but the elite's inbreeding was obvious.
No amount of technology or surgery could remove all traces of the centuries of incest among those who thought themselves better than everyone else. The woman, uselessly begging for her life, and those like her sickened Cin to his core.
It was no wonder that the peaceful, decent alien species of the universe wouldn’t have anything to do with the overlords. All but the Consortium had refused to give them weapons and technology, knowing the elite would use it against the enslaved and helpless population.
“I don’t even hear what you’re saying,” Cindrac admitted to the bitch with a cold grin.
“Wait! Please!” Cybil slid her robe off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor around her.
Cin gagged on a bit of bile that came up at her naked display, and with a look of disgust, he set off her kill switch, blowing her head off. Trying to erase the sick feeling from being that close to the woman, Cin made quick work of Cybil’s husband, four brothers, and aunt.
Grabbing the totes he’d left by the front door, Cin had some of his nanites watching the airspace around them while he rummaged through the refrigerator, cabinets, and spices. All the while, other nanites were rapidly processing the information taken from the eight computers at Cheyenne Mountain.
Putting the supplies in the ship, Cindrac dreaded having to go to the other bunkers. It wasn’t that the elite didn’t deserve death. They deserved to rot in the most bottomless pits of hell. He was just tired of the killing. It’s what he’d been bred for, but not who he wanted to be.
Cindrac didn’t want to be anything like the overlords wanted, nor did he just want to exist as he had been. He was free, as all of humanity should be from birth, and he refused to allow the overlords to win by becoming nothing more than what they planned for him to be.
Uncaring about terrorizing them any longer, Cindrac instantly killed the overlords at the rest of the bunkers that night and shut down all of the satellites to prevent them from using their blue beam technology on him again.
Cindrac wasn’t afraid the technology would be used against him; he was just tired of the pathetic games played by the overlords. Everything was a lie or con with the elite, even among themselves, and Cin wasn’t going to be a part of their twisted version of the world any longer.
Arriving at the cabin just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, Cindrac carried his stolen foods, journals, and books inside. After putting everything away, he sat in the recliner and kicked back to watch the rest of the sunrise through the wall of windows.
Though breathtakingly beautiful, the scenery couldn’t stop Cin’s mind from straying to the problems he faced. His nanites estimated that it would take Cin sixty-four days to get all of the computers and destroy all of the elite at the rate he was going. Cindrac knew that the destruction and death would wear on his soul if he continued as he was.
What worried Cin more was the probabilities that the