"Military weapons, you say?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. His wrist moved his glass in circles as he looked at you with a confident smile. Normally, you would think you had him practically in the bag, but that's not the case. Gamma Jack is no fool. You invited him to this government test so that he, a nearly retired superhero, could test robots that are actually genocidal robots made to eliminate supers.

But would he rat you out? Not really. You're a pretty girl, so obviously he's going to entertain himself for a bit.

"If that's the case, then I'll have to take care of other things," he joked sarcastically, looking you up and down. "How come I haven't seen you before, pretty girl?" he asked, taking a sip.