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[i]Xil Gil released the informant and slowly rose up to face the newcomer. He held out both hands before himself to show he was unarmed.[/i]

[b][color=9e0039]"Oh, you've got me. I should ask though, before you shoot me, who do you work for? Out of simple curiosity, you understand."[/color][/b]

[i]The British chap seemed perhaps a little too eager to give up and die. Was he trying to trick Andreas into giving out information? Did he know something Andreas didn't? Quite simply, yes. Yes he did. For the most part, Xil Gil was bullet resistant. The metal composite muscles in his body powered his hands, and his bones were reinforced to withstand the pressures exerted. Hundreds of years ago, they had titanium alloys. Nowadays titanium was a low-market, substandard metal. The prime warriors of the age wore battle suits that were composed of cutting edge alloys the likes of which could made scientists from the turn of the century green with envy. Naturally there existed weapons which could match these armors, tools of piercing destruction made to combat such defenses. Guns were deemed inefficient out here in civilization, noisy and messy. Hence the talents of Xil Gil. What need had one for a laser rifle when one could walk up to a cutting edge cybersoldier on the street or in a nightclub, grab them by the gullet as they start to ask who the hell you are, and rotate their reinforced cervical vertebrae on its axis so that the last sight their eyes comprehend is the disbelieving faces of those who just witnessed a man getting his neck wrung like a pigeon.

But bullet resistant isn't the same as bulletproof. Everything has its weaknesses. Xil Gil's protection only extended as far as what his muscles and bones covered, hence any part of his body with no muscle was vulnerable. The base of the throat, the eyes, the center of the solar plexus, ect. But, that was only in theory. Putting theory into practice is a different story. It takes an expert to maintain confidence and a steady hand when the one coming after you happens to be a killer cyborg whose specialty is slowly grinding people into pulp with his bare hands.

And yet... Xil Gil looked to be rather clumsy, and perhaps a little dimwitted. A perfect killer only exists in fiction. Chances are that even in a bad scenario, one could easily survive so doofy a henchman.[/i]