Lights a cigar. "It's precious that you think you have a choice." x.com/icedmemory/sta…

Ugh, this again. Rolls his eyes. "Surely you haven't forgotten what happens to Assets that get mouthy." x.com/icedmemory/sta…

A sick smile. "And you'll lose." x.com/icedmemory/sta…

"Auction you off?" Laughs. "You misunderstand. You're not their prize; you're their punishment. And you need the practice." x.com/icedmemory/sta…

Shrug. "Do what you have to. They're expendable." x.com/icedmemory/sta…

"How many agents does it take to track down one mutant?"

Folds ninja stars out of old paperwork to throw at people who irritate him.

"When my door is closed, none of you are to disturb me for ANY REASON. The hell do l pay you for? Figure it out."

"We should organize some more team-building activities. Hunger Games, anyone?"

It's that time of year again. Shoot the interns. Hire new ones.

Daddy's home.

Rollins is about to get a boot up his ass.

He's feeling especially homicidal today.

Pierce has no qualm with reminding Rumlow who owns him.

"You're all dicks. That's why I hired you."

Oh? And what is Rollins going to do about it if he does?

Oh, dear. He'd /never/ want to hurt his agents feelings. Rollins can piss off.

Better yet. Maybe that'll put a little fight in him.

"No shit."