Even Lieutenant Garret looked genuinely unsettled. The sadistic smile had completely vanished from the officer's face. Garret stared at Sebastian as his cybernetic arm twitched slightly.
"Is there anything else, sir?" Sebastian asked. His voice was a flat deadpan monotone that carried no emotion whatsoever. "Or can we get back to work?"
Garret swallowed hard and took a slight step back. The officer suddenly realized that the quiet lazy grunt he had kicked in the hangar wasn't a coward. He was a psychopath.
"No," Garret grunted as his voice lost some of its previous bravado. He turned away and refused to make eye contact with Sebastian.
"Load the bodies onto the transports. We're done here."
Sebastian simply nodded. He turned his back on the dead boy and walked away.
He had shed the last remnants of the traditional hero. He wasn't playing the good guy anymore. The universe was a meat grinder and Sebastian was fully prepared to turn the crank if it meant getting what he needed.
