#summersbrother

"Look Jimmy I don't care, we aren't going to let those damn 'Supes' from Vought take us down. We've worked far to hard to let a bunch of corrupt assholes stop us! Just take care of it before I get back or I may have to find myself a new 'assistant'. Are we serious havin' this conversation right now? It's an easy job, it's so easy that a child could probably do it and if I had the time I would have done it myself. I don't care just do it and we'll talk about your pay later."

Joseph took a breath and hung up the phone as he forced a small smile to his face then he adjusted his collar slightly. He placed his hands in his pockets and looked towards the other male with a raised brow. He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been there for but he knew that it would be best if he tried to play it off the best he could.

"So there was someone else here after all, huh? I had hoped that wasn't the case but ya know... shit like this happens. You just can't find good enough workers nowadays, their either to lazy to do the job right or they need constant reminding of how to do the job or even who their boss is. But your not here to listen to an 'old man' complain about somethin' as trivial as that are you?" He let out a faint sigh before taking a moment to look at the younger man and examine him to see if he knew him. He shook his head slightly and shifted slightly as he tried to think of something to say.

Laura didn’t have super strength, she was at peak physical condition though so she was stronger than average and the adamantium on her arms sort of offered a little extra support. She usually didn’t care, after all, she could always cut things to pieces. She was grunting as she carried the two cases of beer, she kicked the door open, which wasn’t probably as nice but still, she placed the cases on the floor and opened the one at the top. 

“Heads up.” She said as she tossed a bottle to Alex and grabbed one for herself, she pulled out one claw and used it to open her bottle. “I haven’t checked in, in a while...” She commented, she didn’t know if he worried or not, in her mind there was no reason to, and she was doing something good, so with a shrug, she took a seat and sighed. “How has everything being?”

She felt love when she read her mother's letter, but the anger... the anger was always there, it was a part of her, as much as her claws were, they may had coated them with adamantium but underneath they were still hers. Sometimes she feared the anger would consume her, that there would be nothing left but a shell filled with anger.

After her talk with Essex she had been too mad, she had a photographic memory but couldn't really remember how she got to the mansion, all her senses were muffled, she knew only by the vibrations on her chest that she had been growling the whole time.

She didn’t know how long she had been in the Danger Room, there were scratches and marks all over the walls and floors, and everything the room had thrown at her laid around on the grounds in pieces, she had been fighting with no finesse, no tactic, strategy or logic, she was feral all she cared about was that there was an enemy and that she needed to destroy, she had been injured, and pushed through, healing as she fought and sustained more injuries, she was covered in her own blood...

Why was she against killing once again?

She was good at it, it was actually easier than not killing. She was good at it, made for it...

@summersbrother

“I’m the ROCKET that’s gonna put you SIX FEET UNDER if ya keep callin’ me names, pretty boy!”

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