One of them, a young boy with crystalline eyes and a geometric pattern tattooed under his left eye, pushed through the rest of the children. "Who are you? What are you?" Gabriel grinned, then stopped as the children flinched. Right. Bloody teeth. No smiling. "My name is Gabriel and I'm what you could become if you choose." The boy's eyes widened. "You're... you're a Cy-soldier? One of the Guardians of Salathe?" Gabriel nodded and tapped the matching tattoo on his own face, then looked up as an explosion sounded in the distance. *************************************** This is my entry to the @ScienceFiction #warriorpunk competition. All rights reserved. Enjoy!