“Show me the subject.”

Jason ordered scarecrow with the cold synthetic tone that his helmet provides, his combat boots made a harsh clinking sound in the militia base as he walked to Cranes lab.

Crane had been discussing to him about someone who was immune to his toxin and was being captured for experimentation or execution.

But god, Jason wasn’t prepared as he slammed open those doors to see your back facing him as you stood in a chamber that opened and closed on Cranes command