"What do you mean he won't be available for the next few days?!" Twitch yelled into her phone.

The others in the room looked at her like she was crazy.

"S-sorry." she said, quietly.

She put the phone back in her ear and said again, "what do you mean he won't be available? This should be his top priority! I've got an asshole here that can tell us EVERYTHING we need to know about who and what we're really up against here, and all he's asking for is to talk wi-. Yes, but-. No! Don't hang u-."

The call was disconnected and Twitch banged her head on the wall, "God damn it…" she whispered, "and I told him not to be surprised if he can't meet with him. Son of a-." she turns and sees a recruit staring at her while not realizing he's overfilling his little water cup.

"What? Shouldn't you be outside shooting yourself in the foot?"

"TWIIITCH!" someone yelled from around the corner.

It was Jager, and he seemed very adamant on finding Twitch and giving her the news.

"WHAT?!" she yells.

"You think you're so tough, huh? Shithead?!" Caveira yelled at Walker.

Walker remained silent, sitting at a table and calmly eating a delicious PB&J sandwich, his back towards Caveira as she continued nagging him. A crowd began forming around the two. Caveira and Walker were completely juxtaposed to one another. One was losing her shit, the other didn't have any to give in the first place.

"That was my fucking sandwich! That shit managed to survive the attack and I was going to gladly eat it! Then what do I find? A fucking pig stealing my food!"

Under Walker's curled mustache, was a little shit-eating grin. He got up slowly, with the crowd watching his every move very closely, and threw away half of the sandwich into the trash bin. He brushed shoulders with a now silent Caveira as he walked past her, not looking at her face but the exit behind him.

It wasn't just Caveira that was now quiet, but the whole crowd, the whole cafeteria. Nobody has seen Caveira be silenced like this before. No one has even thought that anyone on Earth had the balls to stand up to Caveira and piss her off like that.

The silence was broken by Tachanka yelling, "Time to get serious!" to which the crowd looked at him like he was insane.

As Walker went towards the door with his hands in his jacket, acting as nothing happened, his grin went to a wide smile as he felt Caveira's hand stop him by the shoulder.

"You're fucking dead…" she whispered.

He turned his head to the left and looked at her in the corner of his eye and chuckled. He lightly shrugged his shoulder and her loose grip fell off.

"I said…" she said a little louder.

Walker kept moving.

"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" she yelled as she rushed him and threw a heavy right haymaker.

Walker turned and faced her flying fist with a serious, straight face.

Her fist collided with his face and he took a step back and covered his face with his left hand. He looked back at her, his nose bleeding, and smiled, "sorry, didn't mean to piss you off that much. I was just messing around. I'll buy you another."

He turned around and went to take another step forward, but stopped his foot before it landed, and placed it back, parallel with his other.

"Or you could have what's left of yours in the trash." he said, laughing at the end of his asshole suggestion, unable to contain himself.

The whole cafeteria went "OOOOOOOOH!" and this sent Caveira into a fit of seething rage. You could almost see a red aura of anger surrounding her, and she rushed Walker once more and tackled him down to the ground. She started throwing hands down at him.

Walker put his hands up, blocking her blows. He kept his guard up and put his shins against her chest and raised his hips and straightened his body. She couldn't reach his head, and immediately disengaged and spun for a leglock. He spun with her and countered the leg lock with his own, but she slipped out of it and went for a punch on Walker as he was on his back. He pulled his head back and narrowly evaded the hit. He grabbed ahold of her wrist and pulled her in closer to grab a hold of her collar. He pulled himself right below her waist and flipped her over him by placing his feet on her hips and pulling with his hands. She rolled to lessen the impact and immediately spun back around to face Walker as he stood up. She went for a punch and he quickly grabbed a metal tray to block her attack which bent it in the middle. She followed up her punch with a kick to his stomach, below the tray shield, and landed a perfect shot.

Walker was pushed several steps back and grunted.

She continued attacking him, throwing a barrage of punches to his head and body, and followed them up with some leg kicks. It seemed as though Walker was outmatched and overwhelmed with her attacks.

She threw one final front kick to his chest, which he was able to block with his arms, but the force of the blow pushed him back hard against a pillar behind him. She jumped and threw a knee straight into the middle of his solar plexus, to which he grunted loudly and spat out blood.

She leaped backward gracefully with the footwork of a boxer and stared at Walker, who was now on one knee, breathing heavily.

"Is that all you got?" she yelled.

Walker was silent, and he slowly and shakingly got up, leaning back against the pillar.

"Y-yeah…"

"Well I'm not finished with you yet you-."

"Yeah… now I get it." he said, straightening his body.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Sorry, it's… just been a while, is all."

"I must've hit you too hard in the head. So let me finish this already."

"But why? The fight's just begun."

She quickly closed the distance and went for a right cross to his jaw.

He effortlessly dodged her punch and her fist hit the pillar, breaking her wrist.

Before she reacted to the pain of her injury, Walker grabbed her collar and slammed her face into the pillar, and pushed her back. She stumbled backward and grabbed her broken nose. She looked at the blood on her hand from her face and curled her fist. She yelled, "fucking bastard!" before pulling her fist back for a powerful punch when in the blink of an eye, Walker closed the distance between them instantaneously and threw the most vicious and most powerful uppercut she's ever seen. Their eyes locked for only less than a second, but what she saw was something unforgettable.

Eyes, completely void of any emotion. He wasn't Walker anymore, his eyes showed no signs of consciousness. He moved with blinding speed, his form was perfect, and his stature so calm and stoic. He was like a machine, no humanity or empathy or emotion behind what he was doing. His past caught up with him, and his body, his years of constant training, took over. He was now just like a computer program. Calculating mathematical problems within seconds and giving out correct answers each time with no delay or any sign of human emotion. He was in the Zone. The Flow. Caveira witnessed a switch. From Walker to someone or something even more cold and menacing. A side he didn't want to show to anyone. Not even himself.

"WALKER!"

Walker stopped his fist millimeters away from Caveira's chin, and he snapped out of his trance and his eyes gained their life back.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Jager calls me, telling me you took Caveira's sandwich, and I run all the way here and see you about to fucking kill her?! You never take Cav's sandwiches, let alone fight her, or anyone. What the fuck is the matter with you!?"

Walker realized what happened, what state of mind he fell into. He saw the gazing eyes of the crowd and looked at Twitch.

Walker stood there silently. And without a sound, walked past Twitch and left.

Caveira was motionless. She was still shaken by what she saw. She's a killer. She knows killers. And that… thing back there, was no exception. It takes one to know one.

Doc tended to her injuries and slowly guided her to a seat at a table, and to his surprise, she didn't fight back or pull away from his assistance. He guessed that something must be occupying her mind right now.

"He's good…" she whispered, "he's good."

For a couple of hours, Twitch walked around Hereford, trying to find Walker and talk to him about what happened, but he was nowhere to be seen. She considered the possibility that he just left and that she should get the base on high alert and find him since he's still under their custody. But before she did, she just so happened to have located him on her favorite balcony. A balcony she goes to alone to get her thoughts sorted.

Walker was against the railing, more upset than usual.

"That's what I'm fucking talking about, my boy! That was the man I knew! I haven't seen you move like that in years! A killing machine, you are!" Venus celebrated in the background.

Walker ignored her.

"I've seen you under so many aliases, I thought I'd forget who you really are. And for a bit, I was sure you forgot too! But under all those masks you wear, is your true face. No matter how many you put on, the face they try to cover will always be there. And it seems as though you tore them all off and showed me, no, everyone who you really are! That! That was the man who killed me!" She said looking into his eyes.

He turns away and continues ignoring her.

"Oh, poor, poor, little baby. You still don't realize? You're still fighting it, aren't you? Let me tell you the truth; you're not Robert, Alan, Garret, or even Walker. You were born with one name. And that name, that person, showed himself earlier as an emotionless, perfect killing machine. You are-"

"There you are. I came up here to take a short break from everything. Including you, and I end up right back to the source of my stress." Twitch interrupted.

Walker ignored her and looked into the night sky.

Twitch leaned against the railing next to him and nudged his shoulder with her elbow.

"So, killer. Mind telling me what you were thinking?"

"I was thinking I was hungry, that's all."

"So you stole her sandwich."

"Oh please, it didn't have her name on it or anything, I didn't mean to "steal" it. And I didn't think anybody would care if it were to disappear."

"Well, that obviously wasn't the case."

"Hmph."

"But was it really worth getting into a fight with her?"

"No, I don't know why she took it so seriously. It was just a little bit of fucking around, is all."

"She's not the only one to blame, it takes two to tango, you know."

"Hate it when people say that. A super oversimplification of the situation. And you weren't there until the end. I didn't throw one hit on her. I was on the defensive the whole time, screwin' around."

"The end was all I needed to see. Had I not intervened, you would've knocked her lights out. Speaking of, what the hell did you do? She was speechless. The Cav I knew would have shot you after you turned your back on her."

"I don't know. Ask her."

"I was just wo-."

"Shut the fuck up, woman."

Twitch was taken aback by his demand. He was an asshole, sure, but he wasn't an angry man ever. Twitch rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly and looked away.

"Sorry." she mumbled.

She turned to the door and decided it was time to leave. But before she did, Walker said, "Wait."

"Hmm?"

"I should be the one who's sorry. I lost control too many times today. The man you're speaking to isn't the one he was years ago. The endless hours of training, the mental brainwashing, the chemicals. It transformed me into the perfect soldier."

"Then what changed?"

"I don't know. I don't… Remember. Some memories before I… broke away, are hazy. Kind of like not being able to remember certain parts of your dream. I do have some… recollection? I suppose, of a bearded man and me on some hospital bed. I didn't know who he was or what he was doing. Other than that. It's blank. There, you happy now?"

"I… suppose it's a start. But you seemed to have skimmed over a few things."

"Like what?"

"You mentioned brainwashing? Chemicals?"

"Yeah, but that… that's for another time."

Twitch gently put her hand over his, "I think that time is now."

Walker slid his hand out from underneath hers and put it in his pocket, "Hmph, I guess you're right. You wanted some answers didn't you? So let's start off with me."