The Benefits of Age

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.”

[100]

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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