ALPHA Arthur: The Mate Who Lied
His left arm was a piston-driven limb of matte-black titanium, and his chest was a transparent cage of glass and wires, housing a heart that glowed with a synthetic, pulsing blue light.
"The prodigal Luna and his pet monster," Ignatius said, his voice a distorted, synthesized baritone. He stepped into the room, the hydraulic whine of his leg joints punctuating every movement. "Give me the Omega, Phineas. The Alpha twin is a redundant relic. The shadow-child is the key to the next evolution."
"You want him?" Phineas stood up, leveling both revolvers at Ignatius’s glowing chest. "Come and take him. I’ve got twelve silver rounds that say you don't leave this room."