An Eye for an eye.

[Stoat]

Thorsten Waap struggled to hold onto his sense of self. He fought, and fought hard, against the presence that battered at his psyche. He was an officer of the Rheinwehr, and he would never willingly give in, but he understood now what it was to face overwhelming odds. The presence was unimaginably strong. He could feel his will seeping away, and it would be so much easier to just give in and cease to be. He was sure days had passed, but in reality it was only ten minutes since the woman had assaulted him. Within half an hour the last remnants of what had been Major Thorsten Waap had dispersed. At that moment he sat up.

**Success……..Host(new)satisfactory………risk(minimal)…….plans(proceed)faultlessly**

He kept a low profile for the next ten days, venturing out only when hunger dictated. He knew his mission was unlikely to succeed, but its necessity was paramount. Incursions into the home system by the human plague were becoming more frequent and vicious, and something was needed to stem the flow. That something had been identified as the RNC-Stahlauge.

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