The demonstration had been flawless. How could he not be pleased? “Mental conditioning safeguards the handler?” the general asked, his cold blue eyes never wavering from Saebin’s svelte form. Clad in a formfitting, black bodysuit, she stood at attention, her arms clasped behind her back, her silvery blue gaze vacant. “Mental conditioning makes the safeguards nearly unnecessary,” Hydran corrected. “They are two separate routines.” “Has she only worked with one handler? How long will it take to expand her programming to include multiple operators?” “That all depends.” Hydran paused for a wily smile. The general bristled. Though dressed in civilian clothing, his precise bearing was as telling as any uniform. “Her face could be a problem. She’s too — striking, too memorable.” “Faces are easily altered.” As you obviously know.
