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Interrogations were basically inside of protocol if they needed information to keep someone alive. There were a couple missions where they would kill everyone int he base and just take the information that was inside of base because of its computers. But if they didn't find anything then it was their own fault that they couldn't further their investigation because they had decided to kill everyone. Usually, with the missions that they were given, it meant that they shot first and asked questions later because they had been given a specific task. A task that usually dealt with acquiring objectives or other material that they could use to better the program in itself. It was a difficult job, but to a rookie, it had been a fulfilling job because he believed they were helping the world by doing what they were doing. That he was actually accomplishing something instead of trying to fight on the ground. He had been so naive and would never be again. Either way, Washington noted the reaction of others that were around when they entered, obviously curious about the creature that they had managed to capture.

Washington didn't seem to be all that phased by Caesar's reaction about his death. To Washington, demons didn't exist and it was some crazy title that those gave themselves to try and be intimidating or make it seem like they could never die. He had heard the line before when they had captured one of the insurrectionist's leader and he read the transcript of the interrogation that was done. He was a demon that would come back to haunt them. Blah blah blah he had heard it all over the four years that he had worked with the program. Just because he said that he would basically come back to life, or at least hinted at it, Washington knew that they could simply do a silent raid on the group and gather more members that would be willing to talk to them. It would make their lives easier if the other wasn't going to talk. By not talking, he put everyone else at the threat of being killed, and they couldn't come back to life either. Everything was a vicious cycle, and Washington kept his mouth shut as everything was being conducted. Carolina knew how to ask the right questions, and since the Freelancers were here it meant that they would be a force to reckon with. He blinked his golden and blue eyes as the other continued to refuse to answer questions and it seemed like the other had attacked Thea.

Now, Washington wasn't protective of everyone, but that didn't mean he had morals either. The reason why they had joined the military was to protect the families that couldn't protect themselves. He knew as soon as the other said that, it was either going to be him or Carolina that was going to kill the Typhoon member. The other wouldn't be able to escape the likes of them, and Washington could make it gruesome by simply standing on his head and crushing the other's skull. Still the other didn't say anything and Bastille didn't bother to try and stop Carolina either. Obviously the other probably approved, and he figured that the other would know how this would end up with. The others death. Washington was used to seeing death and killing others with a neutral look on his face because he didn't care about those that they killed. His attention was drawn back toward Carolina though as the serval continued to tap her claws. He had seen her do it before and it seemed to be a habit of hers. He had a couple theories as to why she constantly tapped her claws, but whenever she did it, it didn't mean anything good. The prisoner didn't answer Carolina's last question, and it was obvious that they wouldn't be getting anything out of him.

Carolina's body language ended up changing though, and there was something off. He knew his fellow Freelancer as someone that was calm and collected during times like these and was a killer that didn't brag about it. They obviously were both killers, but still. A frown would finally find its way onto his face as he watched the change in her actions. What was happening? The other seemed to be enjoying torturing the other. Now, he could see her excitement when she was fighting someone, but this.... was too sadistic. A shiver crept up his spine but his body movements didn't show that it happened. It was something small that others may not be able to catch, but he knew that there was something wrong. Then the sound of a neck-snapping brought him out of looking at Carolina, and he didn't even flinch as the animal was killed. It was the animals fault. Maybe if he had talked, he would have lived just a little bit longer.

Washington sighed though that they didn't end up getting any information that would prove useful. He made his way over toward where the now cooling corpse was, looking at Carolina, but still keeping his distance. [b]"Where should we bury the body?" Washington questioned, as it was better to not let Typhoon know that they simply just let someone die by the hands of them. It would mean that they would lead a counterattack if that happened. "We should probably establish a recon squad to get the lay of what their territory is like without giving up our position." Washington stated calmly. It was standard protocol. Recon was the best way to get any information that they needed, and if they could destroy some territory along the way. Would that be possible though? He wasn't sure with the way everyone was now, and he was going to need to talk to Carolina later about what that was. Or simply let it fester and let was getting that was get worse. He craned his own neck to the side until he heard a crack before shifting his paws.