A sharp throbbing in his head told William that he'd already gotten a headache and he had not even been awake for more than two minutes. Was it brought upon him by the pestering of the gold-headed woman he was traveling with? Quite possibly. In fact, he'd be willing to bet that this was most certainly the case. Hopefully she would not be this irritating or pain-inducing in the future, for he really did not desire to deal with it.
“S-sorry,” the woman apologized, apparently seeing that she'd done something uncalled for. At least she was not like the last woman he'd met, who had no apparent trouble referring to him as an 'ass' or something similar. Or hugging him. Or living like a feral mutt. As he thought about it, if all she did was wake him up abruptly and she did this because she had business with him, well, he could see himself fine putting up with it. In any case, she could be a lot worse than she really was.
"Try not to make it a habit if we're to be venturing these wastes longer." he rubbed his temples, only feeling the smallest of throbs now. If he was lucky all he would need is to drink a bit more water than usual today and it would calm down. Deciding this was the best course of action, he retrieved the Pocket and grabbed a bottle of water from it, thinking that the drinking should start sooner rather than later if he wanted the stinging to subside.
“It was not too long ago,” Quinn had begun, her posture straightening up suddenly. Was this what she'd woke him up for? “It seemed like an average day. No different than the one before it. My family and I were at our villa. I was continuing to work on this armor to the best of my ability; the one we had originally planned to release as a Bradley-Abrams product with the merger underway. It would, however, not retain the peacefulness of earlier in the day.“ William respected her enough to actually put effort into listening to the story, but initially was not too interested. Well, he was not until the second half of her story came about, and this piqued his interest about as well as any subject could. “What appeared to be heavily armed raiders had gotten past our security personnel at the villa had begun an attack. It was a bloodbath. I was lucky to escape with my life. My father… he sacrificed himself to protect me. However, I cannot allow such a transaction against my family slide.”
William pursed his lips a bit as he thought deeply about what she'd told him, and knew immediately that there was no way this was a coincidence. Both his and her family attacked and overwhelmed? Had it not been for their ingenuity and desire to survive, it certainly would have spelled the end for both the Abrams and the Bradleys. It could be assumed this was one goal of the attackers, although it simply did not make too much sense if it was their main objective. Why spend that much manpower getting rid of leaders of the weapons manufacturing industry? For what reason? There was more to this, as he'd initially suspected, but with another huge family obliterated in much the same way, it was all but assured that this had something to do with his research.
“Do you have any knowledge on the ones who had attacked my family? I have been searching for a while now, but all the leads I have come across lead to cold trails. Do you know anything about this, William?”
"You want to know who did this?" he repeated the question then asking quite seriously. The expression and way he asked his next question made it seem like that was odd or weird, even. "Did you really love your family enough to wish to avenge them?"