He winked again, a great big shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "Security clearance: Robot, passcode: Asimov." An Engineer chirped an explanation, calmly. Things seemed to be progressing as the human had promised. A sense of excitement, a murmur, spread though the assembled Covenant as they realized they were on the brink of a great military breakthrough. But Mo Ye moaned as she realized what Baird was up to. “No . . . Baird . . . wait..." Baird did not wait. Baird turned around and looked up at the Elite's puzzled face. He hauled back his right arm and with an open hand, slapped the Elite straight across the jaw with all the force his drug-fueled system could muster. The impact broke bones in his hand, and he felt a satisfying reciprocal crunch from the Elite's jaw. The massive alien staggered, sagged, and fell to one knee, stunned by both impact and surprise. Before it could do anything else, Baird looked him in the eye, now level with his, and said, "Well, you stupid arsehole? Think you can do it right this time?" The Elite roared in fury as he swung the energy sword in a scything arc and took Baird's head off cleanly at the shoulders. Baird's body keeled lifelessly backward. Arms spread out wide, as if falling backward into snow. The Elite spun around and glared at the Al's shimmering form. "Passcode accepted," she sneered sarcastically, her eyes lit from within by some unknowable emotion. "Self-destruct sequence initiated. Four minutes and counting."-Chpt.4 pg.101
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