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18) Stabbing your muse with a sharp weapon

The Alpha Series who had once been Augustus Sinclair knew that he was going to have to fight Delta; there was no help for it, not with him bound to the whole Rapture Family.  He was going to DIE anyway, but he hated the fact that he had to use his dying breaths to FIGHT a man whose situation he was trying to atone for, a man he had called his FRIEND.

He wished Sofia had finished the job, had made him into a REAL Alpha Series; then he wouldn’t really have any AWARENESS of what was going on.  But as it was, he’d been a rush job, and she’d wanted to keep his vocal chords intact, so that she could torture as much information out of him as possible.

And then, he’d been INSTRUCTED, in no uncertain terms, that he was to DEAL with Delta.  And they ALL knew what that meant.

With a cry of despair, Subject Omega launched himself across the room, slamming his drill into Delta’s chest.  

“I’m sorry,” he called out, anguish clear in his tone.  "I’m sorry, sport.“  But at this point, he didn’t have a CHOICE.