Terry almost smiled as he grabbed the ripcord for his axe’s high frequency engine. This was going to be easy. He held the cord with his left hand and the HF axe’s haft in his right and pulled the wire taut with single motion and gunned the throttle. The weapon’s engine roared to life like an awakened demon hungering for gore and mutilation. He was already running towards the chaff cloud as the voices within went quiet for a moment. The screaming was about to start. He pulled the thrumming axe head back and targeted the nearest set of glowing VIZ system lenses before slamming it down. The explosion of blood splattered Terry’s front side as he cleaved a corporate soldier’s head into two, ragged, bloody, unrecognizable chunks.

This was a great job.