"All of you shut up, no one says a word, not until it's safe," a voice hissed from the gloom of the darkened room.
It took my eyes a minute to adjust, but when they did I was almost repulsed by the sight of the scraggly man before me.
He was thin, as thin as a rake, with a tattered white jacket hanging off of his shoulders, the middle of it unbuttoned to reveal a mass of flesh and metal ribs, a glowing green heart pulsing at the centre of it all.
One arm looked normal, human, but his other was a lattice of fragile metal, ended in a clawed hand and coated in glowing wires.
He looked disgusting, and yet, I also got a distinct impression that he wasn't looking to do us any harm.
We sat there for a few minutes, silent in the dark until a whirring rumble built up overhead.
"Damn it," the skinny cyborg spat under his breath, "Hide, all of you, hide, hide."
