“They die when they’re killed, and physical attacks are reasonably effective against them. Now, there are some who cover themselves with a veil of mercury, strong enough to deflect thousands of bullets. There are others who can transfer their consciousness and extend their lives with the aid of insects embedded in their bodies. But... well, the former type has no defense against an anti-tank rifle, while the latter type almost certainly couldn’t survive a precision missile strike.”
They may well have figured that Faldeus was joking. The camouflaged men struggled to suppress their sniggering.
But the moment they heard the next thing Faldeus had to say, they all fell silent.
“There are exceptions, though.... For example, this fellow, who wasn’t even here in the first place.”
“...could I ask you to elaborate on that, Mr. Faldeus?” inquired one of the gunmen, ever-so-formally. Faldeus cackled and tossed a piece of the corpse’s flesh at him.
