Nasty stuff? Well, that was one way to put it. Whatever the scientists had given him to turn him into a beast had certainly done something to his reasoning skills. But it wasn’t the experimental steroids that had led to the man’s death. Not this time.

“Yes sir. Private Abner, special asset.” He sat up straight and nodded sharply, the closest he could get to a salute. “I’ll do my best to help with your investigation, sir. It’s just—“ An uncomfortable shift in his chair, a glance to the side. The officer didn’t know, did he? About what he was, what he could do.

“I don’t remember, okay? Don’t even know who I killed. My brain...doesn’t work right sometimes. I don’t remember killing him. But I wasn’t on chems. And I swear to God it’s not something I would’ve done on my own. I’m a good d—“ He caught himself. “A good soldier, sir. I was following orders.”