Prologue

I was sitting in the rain, watching the hotel across the street. My mark was in there. All I had to do was bide my time. I got the occasional dirty looks, my kind always does.

This part of the city was too good for my kind, but I did like all the other ones of my kind did that couldn't find a job, I looked like a beggar. There were a lot of them like me, all hybrids, the new lowest class.

Hell 20 years earlier we weren't even recognized as human. Sure we were part human part whatever, but I guess since we were basically created, that made us less than human. Some that was way to smart for his own good, and way to little common sense and way too much time on his hands started thinking, with the wars we are having, it's not good to keep killing our people, so lets create some.

As a rat, my type was one of the first ones, small gestation period, lesser maturation time before I was a viable asset. Naturally quick, somewhat intelligent, smaller so less overhead to take care of. We were the first created shock troops. This was before my time but I remember the stories. Of course you won't find them in any history book. Officially we were an expirement for advancing the intelligence of lesser creature. Since genetic manipulation was outlawed in humans, animals of course were there to satisfy their curiosity.

For years hundreds of the first of my kind all lived in underground facilities, trained to be killers from the start. We didn't have souls, how could we were created to be killers. We learned to be killers, there was nothing else to do ... eat, excersize, train, train, train, sleep. We even needed less sleep, since we really don't live as long so there wouldn't really be any old age for us. They really didn't expect us to live that long anyway. We were the grunts, fodder to occupy troops until the real army showed up. We were quicker than normal troops, generally a better shot as well.