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Mr. Russo was a jerk, there was no getting around that. The man remained tentative and quick and threatened without any remorse. War could only wonder what sort of things this man had to endure. What experiments had the government forced this man into? What made Mr. Russo tick and more importantly what tethered him to the government he worked for?
War wasn’t stupid, bestial, maybe even barbaric, but he was more cunning then most would suspect. If you can’t have book smarts you better have a sharp enough wit to keep to your toes. This was to War’s advantage in a sense, usually because most tended to underestimate him. The lights of his eyes brimmed with a brighter glow, casting a red shade on Mr. Russo’s face. The two were inches from another as he had moved in to stare down his captor.

“You control us if we agree, you control us if we don’t agree. We believe you provide needs just as the Fembot needed oil. You want us to cooperate? We want information… A matter we will discuss in private.”

War took a step back, he had meant every word that had been uttered. There was something unspoken during that discussion however, a threat. It was silent and assumed that if the government wasn’t going to play nice they were going to have to fight him. War had already seen some of Mr. Russo’s might and he knew who was superior. Such a thing wasn’t going to keep him from trying should they refuse his offer.
Besides to what extent did they know about the hybrid? Did they run some sort of analysis while he was passed out? He was the only creature, to his knowledge, of his make. Was it true they could do anything to him?
War didn’t want to find out, but he had to make his own goals work too.