"So Hector didn't kill that old bastard."
Cedric had returned to the clan, but he looked somewhat dazed. It seemed to be a side effect of curing his Cyberpsychosis.
All his Cyberware had been replaced with basic, functional models. He was no longer capable of fighting.
"Are you disappointed?" Nawei sat beside him, filling him in on what had happened during that time.
"No." Cedric shook his head. "If it were me, I'd have killed that guy for sure. But I knew old Hector wouldn't do that. That's why the old clan chief chose him as his successor.
"You've no idea what he was like before he took action. Every time, he'd spend ages thinking it over. I'll say this: he's good at getting things done, but when it comes to killing people..."
"You think he should be more ruthless?"
"No." Cedric shook his head again, looking somewhat lost. "I understand what the old clan chief meant now."
Leaving aside the stories of what had happened to him and what he had been through.
If they killed one Zig Q, another host would take his place. For all they knew, Zig Q's replacement might appear the very next day.
The TV station would only remember that the Nomads had killed someone in public.
But now, people all knew that the shot hadn't killed Zig Q. They also knew that Red Ochre had been experimented on, that their blood contained toxins, and that no one dared to claim them or treat this virus.
Whenever Zig Q appeared on television, people would see his surgically altered face and remember the shot Hector had fired.
They would remember what had happened that night.
Zig Q's career was already ruined. It wasn't just him as a person, but the brand as well. That was