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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
*retro before recovery*
Were they the good guys? Originally they had thought they had been, but after learning the truth, they had always been the bad guys. Maybe that was why they had so many different enemies that they were constantly trying to fight off on a daily basis when they were invested into the program. No matter what though, the majority of those that joined the program had military experience before being allowed to join. There were a couple of exceptions here and there, but everyone grew to know about a military lifestyle. War wasn't pretty. It never was. It was gritty, and no one ended up coming out on top. Sure, one could say that they won the War, but at what cost did they win? How many families were forced to go to their loved one's funerals? Had his own family thrown a funeral for him thinking that he was dead once Freelancer wiped his records? Or did they simply think that they had abandoned them and left them to die in the house that they had stayed in for most of their life? Washington didn't know, and he didn't think about it. They weren't the good guys, and in fact, they were criminals. Doing horrible things to those that ended up coming into their path and showing no mercy to the enemies.
Washington had been there during the raid and had simply sat back to watch everything go by. He didn't even bother to help those that were being attacked unless it was someone that he somewhat knew. There was no reason for him to fight as he could make up the excuse that he still had his broken left arm and that if he got injured further he would just be a liability. No one would probably argue against him as his true motive. He could care less about what happened to those that lived in the outpost. Hence why hew as content on just sitting on the sidelines without doing anything. Of course, Carolina had wanted to let lose some steam, and he watched her as the one that she went up against was basically detained fairly quickly. Once he realized that Carolina wasn't going to kill the simple animal, he knew that the other would have questions for the attack. Washington didn't know why Typhoon had attacked the group that they were in, or if they were tipped off by another Freelancer. Even then, he wasn't about to go to the Typhoon as long as they didn't specifically target one of their own. If someone heard his thoughts, they probably thought that he is an asshole, but Washington doesn't care. He's here for one job, and protecting the likes of those that lived here wasn't one of them.
Whether there were others that were around to watch him not do anything off in the sidelines he didn't know. He was technically injured, and he could play that card without much stress. Washington had tortured someone once. They all had. The Project needed as much intel as they could get about their enemies and keeping some alive was beneficial as a bargain, or just that, information. Washington didn't care if the creature that had attacked the group ended up dying. He would just kill the other by simply stepping on the cats head thanks to the massive weight difference between the both of them. Was he going to feel good if he tried to torture the other? Probably not. He didn't want to use everything that Project Freelancer had taught him. It just... felt wrong. The heavily armored smilodon began to make his way over, limping slightly as his left arm was in a splint. He was more concerned about what the other would end up doing to the Typhoon member.
Would she kill him? Maybe. Was there a reason behind it? Who knows. Washington sat off to the side and didn't seem all that concerned what was going on. Not like anyone could tell thanks to the helmet that was on his face. The other didn't say that he would talk, but most of those that were tortured did talk. They always had a preservation for their own life after all. Washington would shrug his shoulders at the others question, his thought of death completely different than the likes of those that lived in this world. [b]"Then you'll die." Washington said in a deadpanned tone. If there was no reason to keep the other, then it would be less soldier on the other side. The other group wouldn't know that they had killed the cat if they dug a grave in the territory where no one would look and couldn't claim that they killed them. Simple. Maybe what Washington said was out of line, but he didn't know that this outpost was considered to be peaceful the majority of the time. War wasn't pretty, and this was just the start of it.
At the appearance of Hazel, Washington didn't seem to care about what the female had to say, and simply took what she did say literally. His helmet covered head turned toward the female, and he knew that if the other tried to stop Carolina, there would probably be a form of a fight. Washington wasn't squeamish when it came to torture or really anything that others could consider to be awful. "Regulation interrogation during the time of conflict. Or, does this not exist in this world?" Washington questioned in his deadpanned tone, and it almost sounded like sarcasm. What was the other so upset about? It was going to end up helping the rest of the outpost to get information out of the other instead of worrying about the other going back and revealing more about the outpost than already was. The Freelancer didn't see the issue fro his point of view, as torture was a military strategy that was often used during the time of war, and Washington was fairly certain that the group would be at war whether they liked it or not.
howieWere they the good guys? Originally they had thought they had been, but after learning the truth, they had always been the bad guys. Maybe that was why they had so many different enemies that they were constantly trying to fight off on a daily basis when they were invested into the program. No matter what though, the majority of those that joined the program had military experience before being allowed to join. There were a couple of exceptions here and there, but everyone grew to know about a military lifestyle. War wasn't pretty. It never was. It was gritty, and no one ended up coming out on top. Sure, one could say that they won the War, but at what cost did they win? How many families were forced to go to their loved one's funerals? Had his own family thrown a funeral for him thinking that he was dead once Freelancer wiped his records? Or did they simply think that they had abandoned them and left them to die in the house that they had stayed in for most of their life? Washington didn't know, and he didn't think about it. They weren't the good guys, and in fact, they were criminals. Doing horrible things to those that ended up coming into their path and showing no mercy to the enemies.
Washington had been there during the raid and had simply sat back to watch everything go by. He didn't even bother to help those that were being attacked unless it was someone that he somewhat knew. There was no reason for him to fight as he could make up the excuse that he still had his broken left arm and that if he got injured further he would just be a liability. No one would probably argue against him as his true motive. He could care less about what happened to those that lived in the outpost. Hence why hew as content on just sitting on the sidelines without doing anything. Of course, Carolina had wanted to let lose some steam, and he watched her as the one that she went up against was basically detained fairly quickly. Once he realized that Carolina wasn't going to kill the simple animal, he knew that the other would have questions for the attack. Washington didn't know why Typhoon had attacked the group that they were in, or if they were tipped off by another Freelancer. Even then, he wasn't about to go to the Typhoon as long as they didn't specifically target one of their own. If someone heard his thoughts, they probably thought that he is an asshole, but Washington doesn't care. He's here for one job, and protecting the likes of those that lived here wasn't one of them.
Whether there were others that were around to watch him not do anything off in the sidelines he didn't know. He was technically injured, and he could play that card without much stress. Washington had tortured someone once. They all had. The Project needed as much intel as they could get about their enemies and keeping some alive was beneficial as a bargain, or just that, information. Washington didn't care if the creature that had attacked the group ended up dying. He would just kill the other by simply stepping on the cats head thanks to the massive weight difference between the both of them. Was he going to feel good if he tried to torture the other? Probably not. He didn't want to use everything that Project Freelancer had taught him. It just... felt wrong. The heavily armored smilodon began to make his way over, limping slightly as his left arm was in a splint. He was more concerned about what the other would end up doing to the Typhoon member.
Would she kill him? Maybe. Was there a reason behind it? Who knows. Washington sat off to the side and didn't seem all that concerned what was going on. Not like anyone could tell thanks to the helmet that was on his face. The other didn't say that he would talk, but most of those that were tortured did talk. They always had a preservation for their own life after all. Washington would shrug his shoulders at the others question, his thought of death completely different than the likes of those that lived in this world. [b]"Then you'll die." Washington said in a deadpanned tone. If there was no reason to keep the other, then it would be less soldier on the other side. The other group wouldn't know that they had killed the cat if they dug a grave in the territory where no one would look and couldn't claim that they killed them. Simple. Maybe what Washington said was out of line, but he didn't know that this outpost was considered to be peaceful the majority of the time. War wasn't pretty, and this was just the start of it.
At the appearance of Hazel, Washington didn't seem to care about what the female had to say, and simply took what she did say literally. His helmet covered head turned toward the female, and he knew that if the other tried to stop Carolina, there would probably be a form of a fight. Washington wasn't squeamish when it came to torture or really anything that others could consider to be awful. "Regulation interrogation during the time of conflict. Or, does this not exist in this world?" Washington questioned in his deadpanned tone, and it almost sounded like sarcasm. What was the other so upset about? It was going to end up helping the rest of the outpost to get information out of the other instead of worrying about the other going back and revealing more about the outpost than already was. The Freelancer didn't see the issue fro his point of view, as torture was a military strategy that was often used during the time of war, and Washington was fairly certain that the group would be at war whether they liked it or not.
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