It's not the Cortexiphan worrying Steve. It's the blood.
"That's mine, isn't it."
No no no no no. His voice stays even, but the adrenaline of fear floods through him.
Relax. Relax. "You clearly know we wouldn't have agreed to this. When you say 'recruits', do you think we'll be doing actual fighting for you, or are we just your lab rats?"
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"That's mine, isn't it."
No no no no no. His voice stays even, but the adrenaline of fear floods through him.
Relax. Relax. "You clearly know we wouldn't have agreed to this. When you say 'recruits', do you think we'll be doing actual fighting for you, or are we just your lab rats?"