He could not believe his eyes, but he never could since...well since "he", it came. They had put "Him" in to His mind at that ... place.

So now all he could do was watch the fight unravel from the back of his own eyes.

He watched a punch curving towards his left cheek get intercepted by his arms in way he'd never seen before then his right elbow shot out and struck his assialent in the throat, there was a faint crunch and the man dropped clutching his neck without even so much as a gurggling sound.

He spun to meet the next, who landed a blow in his tense stomach muscles, he grabed the elbow with his left hand and pushed the arm the wrong way with his right, there was a loud crack as the mans arm broke, the pleasure "He" felt at the sound was horrifying.

He must be going mad, he knew he hadn't been right since ... the experiments but not being in control of his body was driving him into a deeper insane. He couldn't even remember his own name, they'd called him . . . 17L, Subject R17L.

All he could feel now was the thing gripping the back of his head the little probe that had taken his mind, a constant reminder of the cruelties they'd put him through.

"He" was in the probe and the probe was wired straight into his nural pathways, which gave it complete control of his brain functions, It took extreme effort and pain for him to control a body part, but he could only use or control one while the probe was active the problem was it never slpet. The probe let him watch through his eyes as long as he didn't move them, It felt like he was watching from behind the scenes as his life unfolded.

He'd learned a lot from the probe though, it had unknowing shown him how to control his, special abilities, he'd also learned when triggered, giving in was a hell of a lot easier than controlling it but it could be done.

He looked out again and saw a punter pull a knife. he tried to yell "No" but no words came from his mouth, his lips didnt even quiver. A blade speed in his right hand and severed the mans arm, he didn't see what happen to the man as his body turned away but there was a thump so he guessed the man was dead.

More came at him with various weapons, no guns though they were taken at the main door, the manager had a strict weapon code and advanced security scanners.

He knew there were guns in his cloak over by the pillar, he had them in a speacial holster that hide guns from security scans, he'd procured it from a rich baron on a outer world planet, the baron protested at first, but after the probe gutted him he didnt complain much.

The Probe was having too much fun to bother with guns. it loved being triggered, it had to follow his conscience and beliefs on violence as it was still esentially his brain, but being triggered bipassed them. He had to admit these guys were nearly as insane as he was, they kept attacking even though their numbers dropped with every skirmish, no-one even tried to run or hide. He always knew how they would attack, he didnt know how he knew, he just saw it, then saw it again, at first he thought it was the probe cruelly making him re-live every kill, but he'd remembered it happening back there in that place, his consciousness shivered with the thought.

There were only 2 men left now, one on either side of him, they charged. He turned to face the one on his left and slit the mans throat with a flick of his wrist then thrust the blade backwards through the chest of the last bloke.

A sharp pain erupted on the right side of the his head, the probe deactivated, it was "knocked out"! He was in control. He caught himself mid-fall and crouched, he couldn't help mumbling, suddenly being in control was a shock, he'd watched the probe control his body for at least 3 lonely months, strong emotions flooded back to him, he couldn't control them all.

"No not again, He did this, He never sleeps, always in my mind, they put him there ... trapped in a bird cage, blue flames burning the soul ... NO, she cant see this, she'll hate me like before at shaneed..."

He sensed troopers, alliance troopers they would take him back there. He scrambled over the bodies to his cloak and hat and bundled them on, ran to the far wall an cut through it with the sword, it slip easily through the concreate and steel.

He cut a complete circle but blade got jammed under the circular slab, the slab didnt move when he pushed so he span ran back a few paces then charged it. The slab gave way sending him realing into a small deadended corridor about 20 metres long and lined with pipes along the ceiling and the floor, he looked at the sword it had shattered. There was no way out and he could hear 120 alliance regulation combat boots charging towards the hole while navigating the mess he'd left behind.

He started searching for anything, any gap, any tunnel, any way out, near the end of the corridor there was a breeze, he looked up and saw the sky for the first time on his own since before his transfer from shanned. There was a fifteen metre high, metre square maintainance shaft above him.

The ladder was fully retracted but he knew what to do. Without thinking he leapt up, pushed off a wall of the shaft with his right foot propelling himself up a metre then the oppersite wall with his left.

When he was halfway up the shaft an alliance soldier shouted. He wrapped his legs around a pipe at the side of the shaft and hung up side down, there was an alliance trooper pointing up at him, he drew the two Dual clip Automatic pistols from his holster and fired just as more troopers arrived, he hit the first trooper as it fired up at him, it's shot struck the shaft wall a halmless metre below him, the other troopers were cut down before they even got a glance at him.

He emptied the forward clips which pinged out and fell down back down the shaft. He started kicking himself up the shaft again but kept firing down with his left hand. when he reached the top he flipped himself out and emptied the last few bullets from the pistol's handle clip, down the shaft while in mid-air.

He landed on the roof and took the two grenades off his belt, somehow knew the grenades wouldn't reach the bottom, without more weight, before exploding so he attached the grenades to the pistol in his hand and dropped it down the shaft.

They exploded shaking the building, then there was a second explosion he hadnt expected, the building shuddered and fire burst up the shaft, one of the pipes must have been a fuel line to the starport next door.

The whole building was vibrating, he knew the roof was about to colapse, so he ran flat out and leapt towards the small starport building.

The landing was bad, he crashed through the ceiling of a old air duct, it sloped down, he couldn't get purchase on the slippy walls, but at least he was undercover. The ride was fast and uncontrolable, his head felt like a drum it hit the walls so many times, he knew the probe would wake up first.

Finally he slide to a stop in a level part of the duct and cursed himself as darkness claimed him.