Nightshade and the cybernetic Liwans had only just escaped the cave tunnels when the ground began to quake beneath their feet. Normally, Nightshade would have commanded everyone to hit the floor, but the sudden rush of warm air blowing out of the mouth of the cave sent his instincts into overdrive.

Hearing elevator music on the way to your doom really messes with your mind.

If there was one thing Ziro had learned in the field, it was that having your cover blown could mean the difference between a hero’s welcome and a spear in your neck...or in this case, a sudden kick to the head.

Happening again? Ziro found it hard to believe anyone had ever seen what he was seeing before. The Liwan men were not merely captives, or even slaves. They were walking experiments.