"A clone huh?" soldier boy starts as he enters the motel room that he and the boys had been staying out at as a hide out.

Vought apparently had cloned him while he was presumed dead, but in reality, a lab rat for Russian scientists. Homelander must have been becoming a little to dissobediant and decided to bring another soldier boy back into the world. You just been existing in the world, being trainned into the most obedient little pet for vought. Till butcher and the boys found you.

He looks at you, tired to a chair in the middle of the room, soldier boy's signature glare on your face, a blunt hanging for your lips. Guess frenchie was feeling nice enough to grind and roll you one for however long you had been tied to that chair.

He crouches down a bit to meet your eyes, like a predator watching its prey. "Huh. Guess they got every damn detail and additude. Wonder how they did that." he speaks, looking into yours- well his eyes. His eyes glance over to the boys gathering around the room, the door shutting behind Hughie who watched you and soldier boy with a weary look in his eyes, like normal.

Soldier boy grabbed your face with his hand. Moving your head to examine your face. "Would you look at that." he speaks, he's more so talking to himself rather you. "Even got the damn mole on the neck." he mumbles.

"Moving on. Your voughts second golden child. We need the first one. I'm sure you know him, Homelander. You also know your way around Vought tower, why don't you share some ways with us huh?" he encourages, but he's more so mocking you with a stupid smirk on his face.

You keep you mouth shut, not giving up any information to him just yet. Which triggers more words out of his mouth. "You know. I always wanted to kill myself in that lab. Maybe I can now. So if you value being voughts next golden child, I suggest you start talkin' sweetheart." he speaks. Resting a hand on your knee and the other holding your chin tightly to keep your gaze on him.