Simon felt Hendrick chuckle at his reply and watched as the old soldier opened his hazel eyes. Not the reflective emerald of a recently enhanced operative any longer, the biologist observed. Either aging or lack of use was perhaps the reason for the changes. Hendrick: a question?
The retired man blinked at the clinical tone and pressed retreating knuckles back. Yes, Sir?
How far have your enhancements deteriorated?
Hendrick seemed to deflate. Damn, Sir. He ran a tense hand through grey hair. That’s a personal question.
Simon persisted. I have not seen you for years. How far?
Hendrick whispered, “All.”
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