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You gasp.
"There appears to be an error in my mental functioning -"
The woman cuts you off with a derisive snort.
"I'll say. They had such high hopes for you, at first. At the time you were the most successful result of their little genetic tinkerings yet." Her tone becomes mockingly grandiose, as she raises her hands in a parody of celebration. "Finally, perhaps the Abraham Facility had succeeded in its quest to create the ultimate assassin! Beyond gender, beyond morality!" She sneers, drops her arms and points the gun at you again. "But eventually you let your poor Father down, like so many of his children. I blame poor breeding. Your genetic stock is weak, 23. They never should have included DNA from that idiot Highgraves."
"Yeah? Well you aren't much smarter than the Human Bicep out there", you say, winking.
In response, she slaps you hard across the face. Thankfully it's not with the hand holding the gun. Nevertheless, you can taste blood.
"Watch what you say about my brother. I'm smart enough to get the drop on you more times than I've bothered counting. Father should have just let me kill you on one of the many occasions I had the chance. No matter how many times we wipe your memory, you just won't stop coming back, will you? Why is that?"
You roll your eyes.
"I came back so a silly woman could shoot me in the face. Now run along and get Andre so we can wrap this up."
"Sorry, 23. You're too insignificant for him to waste any more time on." |
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