By Scott Sigler.
Read by Stephen Eley.
There is no defense against a perfect weapon.
The perfect weapon is cunning, calculating and ruthless.
I am all of these things.
There is no defense against me.
The words would die with him, for he was the last. Five centuries of
tradition would fade from existence, probably as soon as he killed
Timmerman. But that didn’t matter, not as long as Timmerman died this day.
Poetic justice is all the more eloquent with your enemy’s brains cooked a
Rated R. Contains profanity, violence, and poor life priorities.