General A-01 simply ceased to be a Diplomat and became what he was originally designed to be: a weapon of mass extinction.
Councilor Vane shrieked, scrambling backward over the overturned chair, his face pale as milk.
The remaining guard, shaking, raised his stun-baton. It was a toy against a tank.
A-01 moved. He was a blur of white motion, faster than the human eye could track. He didn't bother to dodge the baton; he simply caught it mid-swing. With a sickening crunch, he crushed the metal rod, and the guard's hand along with it, in his grip.
The guard screamed, dropping to his knees. A-01 silenced him with a backhand that sent the man sliding across the floor, unconscious before he hit the wall.
Then, A-01 turned his burning red eyes on Vane.
Vane tried to crawl away, kicking his legs. "Wait! General! It was a joke! I have immunity! I am a Councilor!"
A-01 stepped on Vane's chest, pinning him to the floor. The sound of ribs cracking was audible.
