"Did you ever notice Brock's like, you know…the Comedian from Watchmen? He's supposed to be a good guy but he's, well, such a merciless badass."
"What?! He's a great guy! And to tell the truth, I don't know why you called him a comedian, either. I never see him tell a joke."
Those words…those words, muttered by Triana and Dean as he had walked by the other day kept playing through his mind as he rushed through the halls of the complex, rapidly-flashing lights bathing everything in a red sheen and alert noises blaring at full volume. Huh, it was odd. Normally he was ready to just kill, but this was distracting him. Maybe he was having another relapse of feeling guilty…? No. He was going to enjoy this, even if he'd not admit it to the family, but he still wasn't going to deny for once he'd be busy with other thoughts that weren't just new ways in creatively disemboweling the enemy.
Was he really that amoral? He was working for the government. He was keeping a scientist and his son