Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

you."

    Delaney reached down toward a cooler.

    "Please don't do that, sir," Kadan said. "Nico has a gun on you and he never misses."
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    Delaney straightened slowly, keeping his hands out away from his body. "You know what I've done."

    "Yes sir. And I know what was done to you. Your profile was tampered with when you applied for psychic enhancement. You should never have been placed in that program.
    When you were enhanced, they also did genetic enhancement, raising the levels of hormones to make you super aggressive. We know that you fought it. Unfortunately, the person who chose you for this program needed an eighth player for his game of murder.
    When you weren't cooperative, he began to use your own mind against you. You get headaches and bleed from your nose, mouth, and ears, right?"

    "How do you know that?" Delaney looked around and lowered himself slowly to the wooden bench behind him, his hands still out in front of him in plain sight. "My head feels like it's in a vise and I can't control myself. I'm afraid for my wife, my son." His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to keep from breaking down. "I go crazy. I killed someone, beat him to death, and for a little while the voices stopped. But they're back again. I tried to get help. I went to the veterans' hospital. I'm afraid for my family, for others, but they just gave me some drugs. I begged to go into the hospital."

    Kadan had read the report on his desperate cry for help. "You were programmed, both genetically and psychically, to murder, and you've fought it."

    Delaney shook his head again, pressing his fingers tight against his eyes. "I couldn't control it. I don't really remember beating that man to death, but I did, with my bare hands." He flexed his fingers. "I tried eating a bullet, but I couldn't. I kept thinking if I could get help…"

    "He's in your head. Pressuring you to do what he wants."

    "Who?" Delaney's head snapped up, his eyes hard.

    "I'm going to get him for you," Kadan said. "In the meantime, I'm offering you one chance. If you fail, you're terminated. No second chances, no talking, I'll put a bullet in your head and you'll never see it coming."

    "I don't trust myself. Just do it now. It's a relief. I don't want to hurt anyone else. I hit my wife. Damn it, I hit her, with my fist. I could hear myself screaming to stop, but I couldn't.
    And her face, when she looked at me…" He closed his eyes. "Just do it, man."

    "I want to have you transported to a hospital. A doctor will try to undo or counteract the damage done with the genetic enhancement. Once I terminate the man pulling your strings, the pressure as well as the voices in your head should be gone. We can't get back the man you killed, but you can do your best to make up for it. You were a good soldier.
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    "Why would you do that for me?" Delaney asked suspiciously.

    "Because I've had to kill four people today and I'll kill four more by tomorrow morning.
    You're worth saving, and I don't want to have to look into your wife's eyes and know I didn't try. I don't want to have to go home to my woman and have her know I didn't try. I signed on for psychic enhancement, but no one asked my permission for genetic enhancement. Whatever happened to you could just as easily have happened to me."

    "In return for this offer, what do I have to do?" Delaney sounded wary. He was a soldier, Special Forces, and his every instinct would be to keep information to himself.

    "You have to do exactly what I laid out for you. I don't need you to tell me anything about how you got into this or who did it with you. We'll take