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“Hmmmph!”
For a subjective six minutes but an objective 1.2 seconds, I stared at Dr. Mensah and fought against the incandescent rage whiting out my vision. I couldn’t reconstruct what she had said through the muzzle covering the lower half of her face, but I didn’t need to. Targets one and two, big, burly men in uniforms with no visible logo, were flanking her and had a gun pointed at her head.
It was a mistake humans only made when they didn’t recognise me. I smiled. It was a mistake they would only make once. Nobody threatened Dr. Mensah.