A clean kill

If Rufus planned to be a first class killer, the machine had planned something different. Neither Rufus nor the machine knew that Marcus had already died and was currently lying in a chilled drawer somewhere in London, waiting to be laid to rest. Neither would have cared anyway. Rufus needed revenge and the machine needed the contents of Marcus’s brain, albeit via Rufus, who might be discarded when the machine had extracted all it needed.

Reconstructed Rufus interrogated his memory. He needed to plan where to go, what to do and how. But first, he needed to clean himself up.