"So, am I hired or not?" The strange red-eyed BLU Medic from Teufort frowns at the other. "I promise you, my purpose on your team is to make everyone stronger and capable of immortality without the need for that stupid piss metal you use." (a-demon-within)
Needless to say, for the Medic to come to him (ballsy, by the way) was enough of a surprise for the Heavy. Although….no. He wasn’t hiring. Nor was he going to just change his mind.
Leaning against the door, he arches a brow at the Medic. Slowly. Calculatingly. Bored.
“Psh…no.” Michael didn’t give a rat’s ass about what this Medic could do. He wasn’t going to hire some second-class nurse for claiming he could do better than Australiam. Even Michael didn’t know the full extent of what it could do, but damn it all.
“Now get out of here.” That is punctuated by the door slamming in the doctor’s face.