Eight
So far, the trials had been easy. Whatever they told her to do, she did. But there was also a degree of satisfaction in the perfection of her body. When the man in the observation room told Kesia to kill those six subjects, she sensed something akin to excitement, followed by pleasure when she was able to end their lives with such tightly controlled actions.
And now she had been instructed to kill the three people who stood before her.
The task appeared too simple, and Kesia hesitated. She stared at the trio, using all her senses to pull in information. The one who wore a coat similar to her Chief Supervisor was clearly nervous, jigging from foot to foot and jerking his head constantly. He had no real muscle-tone, and there were no indications that he had a weapon. Kesia could dis
