Pure Rage

“I’ve seen them. Eversor.” Iota’s hand strayed to her skull-helm, where it rested nearby on a vacant passenger couch. “Like and like.” She smiled at the infocyte. “They are rage distilled. Pure.”
Tariel glared at the sniper. “That’s why we’re out here in this icy wilderness? To get one of them?” He shuddered. “A primed cyclonic warhead would be safer!”

Chapter Five