"So they're mindlessly breaking out, killing everyone, including their creators and one of their own..." Cylus narrates. "Sounds about right." He checks is assault rifle and reloads it, making sure it was ready for use. Placing it on his back, Cylus rested his hand atop his hip, looking back to "green eyes." "So... Green eyes, two things. One, what should I call you and two, what was your reason for becoming a [i]contractee[/i]?"