The suffering, scared people had become used to hiding and being silent. They moved from shadow to shadow, huddled, listening. The lights of war were sporadic and signaled immediate or impending violence. Only a few held weapons: a broken piece of chair, a Statue-of-Liberty paper-weight, a pencil.
Han smelled them, heard them, estimated their numbers. He had no idea what their reaction would be to him; after all they had been through, now they have to meet a human-bonobo hybrid. A walking, talking, ape-man might just put them over the edge, get them screaming, and reveal their position to those psychopaths out there.
The cybergenetically enhanced fanatics weren’t just outside anymore though. Scouts were in the building, moving in darkness, checking room after room for full blooded humans to kill.
Virtual avatars are the coolest until Han is introduced to the reality of MMA, hybrid assassins, Monkey Kung-Fu, and his own father.