The command word always brought the darkness. Silence, coldness, stillness. And then the pain. The Soldier remembered the pain the most. He stayed like that for some time, the initial treatments given while he was under before the command phases started to be spoke.<strong>Longing</strong>The shock hit him, he felt the neurodes in his brain spark.<strong>Rusted.</strong>Another shock, another spark.<strong>Furnace</strong>His eyes opened then, the bit in his mouth as another shock hit him. Yet, he didn't scream.<strong>Daybreak</strong>The shock came again, sparking his brain once more before his eyes became colder.<strong>Seventeen</strong>Again, the shock. And it would repeat.<strong>Benign, Nine</strong>Another shock, and The Soldier stood up this time.<strong>Home coming, One</strong>The words called again, and yet another shock, and this time The Soldier fixated on the face of his of his handler. Vincent Tyrell....<br/><br/><strong>Freight Car</strong>It was the last word, the last electrocution..... And every Nuerode in his brain sparked to life then. "Ready to comply." They were the only words to leave his mouth, but they left Vincent smiling all the same. He handed a file to The Soldier then, and a menacing tone entered his voice. "We have a target. Eliminate her and make sure no ones suspects our involvement." The soldier didn't respond to the directions other than to nod his head, indicating he understood. He then opened the file, looking to see the face of none other than Karina. To the pleasure of Tyrell, he didn't so much as flinch before making eye contact again.<br/><br/>"As you order...."<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/A4PLolD.jpg)</div>The Soldier soon found himself outside the home of Karina, his target. He'd come at night, less to be seen and had taken a motorcycle to get nearby her house. He'd stashed it well around the block, she wouldn't even have heard the motor. He cased the scene for a few moments before he came to the window in time to see Karina moving to the kitchen. He stopped, stalling for a moment just staring. Soon his gloved hand came up, and from it tore a long, silver colored blade. Thin, but strong, he slid it silently beneath the window and turned. So much for the lock.<br/><br/>While Karina was distracted in the kitchen, The Soldier let himself in through the window. A draft flew, but nothing more, not even a sound as his feet touched her carpeted floor. He didn't bother shutting the window yet. He had the bore long-gun in his hand, and he rose it for a shot. He had one, right at her back. Still as a statue he just stood there poised to shoot for several moments. Yet, the gunfire never rang out. What was happening?<br/><br/>The Soldier didn't have time to ponder the question, not before Karina turned around. Yet, when she did he was gone. Shifted position, having stepped to the side just out of her view. Again, he didn't so much as move. The gun was pointed down now, but still visible as his target apparently felt the energy in the room or something. Because, what should never have happened happened. She turned and faced him. He didn't need to wait for her words, or screams, he knew he was made the moment her expression changed.<br/><br/>The Soldier still felt strange, though, his mind was foggy. Steeped in the land of ice and snow, memories suppressed just beneath the surface. Her reaction, though, was the only thing he needed to set the predator instincts at the front. Running made her prey, and he reacted instinctively. His bionic arm shot up then, almost faster than the eye could see, blocking the bottle with force enough to rupture it before he lept forward.  One jump cleared the distance, mostly, and he raced up the stairs behind her.<br/><br/>The head-start put The Soldier at the disadvantage, but he always had a plan. Unbeknownst to him, though, he'd already dropped the gun. He took four steps before the sound of grinding wood rung out, his bionic hand gripping it as he launched himself up, and just in front of her at the top of the stairs. The blade shot from his left arm with another snap, shredding the glove this time before the masked assailant rose and began to approach her. It was slow, almost like the villain in a horror movie as he raised the blade as if he was going to cut her in two.