Biological and cybernetic modification

The young brainchild, who only could be what his creator had forseen for him, a mid-human, a mix of man and machine, working as a security and combat soldier with the perfect mix of biological and cybernetic modifications.

The young soldier sat with his hands in his lap, the vehicle driving in the darkness with only the moon to illuminate their path. He was still not used to it, after all he'd only been fully operational for a few years, but he knew it was his job, his destiny. As he listened, the men before him spoke in artificial tones, discussing something, they weren't sure what, but they had a mission, an assignment, and they needed to discuss it further. He listened, but did not communicate with his creators and creators. Instead, he just gazed out the window, his face lit a slight glow by the light of the monitors that accessed his memories and his mind. A slight roughness formed on his cheek, a small patch of hair forming in his face.

The vehicle stopped, the voice of their leader, slightly hoarse, emitted from the speakers and echoed through the inside of the vehicle. The soldier knew the exact location of the leader, the fine details of his face, the identification of his targets and his allies. As a soldier, he didn't need to look, but still he did, turning his head to look out the window. They needed to go off road to get to the building he knew was ahead, a moderately sized brick building that lay in the distance. The others, the speakers and the monitors that controlled his every movement, were going to block the lower levels of this establishment until they were safe. As they worked, the young soldier knew it would be a matter of hours before he was told to go in. He waited patiently, accepting what was coming to him, knowing that his creator, his creator was seeing this all from a far away, wherever that may be.

At the order of their leader, they came to a halt in the woods near the building. The leader, the only one dressed in uniform, placed a hand on the door, the vehicle turning off its engine as its headlights flicked off. The leader turned his head slightly, as if to say that he could see the inside of the building without looking. To any who knew him, a slight stutter went through his speech, for that was now his only time to think, his only time where he had complete control. The leader, the only one dressed in uniform, got out of the vehicle, when he turned the lights back on, he saw the young soldier, scared but still diligently listening to his commands.