Nothing seems amiss with the suit at first. It fits easily, as though it were made for him. Far better made than the armour that he'd been wearing since his own from Freelancer was destroyed. The Bruteshot fitted his hand perfectly, the suit compensating for the weight and balance of the alien weapon.

The engineering to make it work, to fit it with the enhancements was quite incredible. No wonder the Chairman had wanted to use only a trained Freelancer as the subject. A trained and obedient Freelancer. What had Carolina said? A berserker. A weapon that could be aimed and let loose.

And in the back of it, humming in the programming, something whispered.