The operation was arranged without delay with the farian prepared for surgery.
Under the harsh, sterile lights of the underground surgical bay, Bian laid down on a clean metal table, his chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement and nerves. Just a few feet away, the unconscious Farian—still restrained and sedated—was laid out on a second table, body exposed and wired with monitoring equipment.
Bian's eyes flickered over to the alien beside him, and he couldn't help the greedy grin that crept onto his face. That body… that power… all of it would soon be his. He licked his dry lips, his fingers twitching against the sides of the table. He could practically taste the power.
"Dican," he whispered, voice low and cold, "if anything goes wrong in my operation… kill everyone. Blast them all. Got it?"
