Protector Rand stared, with disgust, at all that remained of Djimon Mutamba and his wife Isoke. He regretted the extreme measures required to neutralize their threat but, to be fair, they’d left him little choice.
Had they merely surrendered themselves for judgment and re-education, they might well have, eventually, been rehabilitated and become productive citizens again.
The mutagenic weapons employed had left little more than chalky white residue of what had once been two brilliant, albeit misguided, human beings. He was undecided whether to destroy the hideous “sculpture” they had become or, instead, display it as a lesson to others.