Wash wasn't worried about the sniper rifle; in fact, after a few seconds, his mind wasn't on it at all. He stood stock-still as the bullets whizzed harmlessly past him, still processing what he'd heard.
Somebody had removed Epsilon from the capture unit.
"...what?!" he demanded, the word short and sharp and nearly ripped out of his mouth.
He'd thought it wasn't possible. That unit was dead - he'd seen so himself, though that was through a haze of pain and fading adrenaline, and hadn't Simmons been the one working on it in the first place? And now it turned out that he'd been wrong. He could have completed his deal with the Chairman. He could have gotten out of this. He could have had his own name back, his own life, his freedom. Instead, he'd taken the second option, he'd assumed the Alpha's identity, he'd gone into someone else's life...and someone else had removed Epsilon from the capture unit.
Deep down, something inside of him, something that assured him he'd made the right choice for the situation, that told him this was his life now, broke. He'd been expecting to snap; well, there it was.
He surged forward, knocking the rifle out of Epsilon's hands and the robot's knees out from under him, forcing him flat on his back on the ground and keeping him down with a knee planted on his chest and a hand on his throat. "How the fuck did they get you out," he snarled. "Tell me!"
Takedown done with mun permission
Somebody had removed Epsilon from the capture unit.
"...what?!" he demanded, the word short and sharp and nearly ripped out of his mouth.
He'd thought it wasn't possible. That unit was dead - he'd seen so himself, though that was through a haze of pain and fading adrenaline, and hadn't Simmons been the one working on it in the first place? And now it turned out that he'd been wrong. He could have completed his deal with the Chairman. He could have gotten out of this. He could have had his own name back, his own life, his freedom. Instead, he'd taken the second option, he'd assumed the Alpha's identity, he'd gone into someone else's life...and someone else had removed Epsilon from the capture unit.
Deep down, something inside of him, something that assured him he'd made the right choice for the situation, that told him this was his life now, broke. He'd been expecting to snap; well, there it was.
He surged forward, knocking the rifle out of Epsilon's hands and the robot's knees out from under him, forcing him flat on his back on the ground and keeping him down with a knee planted on his chest and a hand on his throat. "How the fuck did they get you out," he snarled. "Tell me!"