After dressing up in the pale grey uniform Talbot had brought him, Alex walked out of the barracks, his hair still damp from the shower. But, at least, he wasn't dripping with blood anymore.
The woman looked at him and nodded.
"This doesn't look half bad on you, kid. You interested in joining in? I'm sure you could learn a thing or two from some professionals. Like, how not to get covered in the blood of your kills, maybe?" she teased.
Alex scoffed at her joke.
"No offence, ma'am. But I think I could kill everyone in this compound and escape with my life if I wanted to," he replied, slicking his hair back with a devilish grin.
The woman felt the same shiver from earlier when he had glared at her and her colleagues. He was not joking, she could sense it.
Was it confidence, or empty bravado, she couldn't tell. But she could feel it in her gut: he believed his words.
She was in no mood to find out, though.
