Mario glared at him.
"Oh my god, why didn't you f*cking say so that this is their basecamp? Are
you crazy?"
Chekhov scowled at him,
"You're not a Deviant if you're scared! I'll go back and tell Boss that
you're a wimp, so that he'll remove your ability and banish you from the
Deviant Corp."
"I'm not a f*cking
wimp!" Mario snapped.
"Then shut up." Chekhov said, "When the soldiers come after us, I still have to rely on you to block those bullets since you've got thick skin. Boss had originally wanted to send Diesel and I over, but I recommended you. Don't thank me."
Mario was speechless. "What the fack, you're not treating me like a human being, eh? You f*cking threw me under the bus without discussion?"
"Shh, shut up. Don't distract me." Chekhov glared at him.
Then, he spread his ultrasonic senses a few hundred meters away and locked onto that soldier from the I Nation.
