Updated 3/13/15

This was hell.

Greer had never been to hell, but seeing as how she had survived Logan's training sessions over the last year or so, she assumed that she was an authority on distinguishing training from torture.

Every moment, without warning, Greer was at risk of being tossed into a new "exercise" or an attempt to break her will...or her mind. She was constantly tested, pushed to her limits.

Greer didn't really remember most of her "sessions". Although the number of gauges and broken bones she woke up to gave her a decent idea. Of course, it didn't really matter what she could remember. She got to relive it in all her feral glory hours later as she would sit hunched in her cell, arms wrapped around her stomach as if the act was holding herself together.

Apex stood on his side of cell. While Greer's attention was transfixed by the scene around her, Apex's gaze never left her. Eventually the video stopped and Greer gripped her head as the audio began its loop.

"Why...what do they want?" Greer hated sounded so pitiful but she couldn't help it. She could feel herself breaking apart...

"They are doing this...because of me." Greer lifted her head to look at Apex as his voice cut through the white noise. It had been two weeks and she had never heard him speak outside of training. Although she had caught him staring at her a number of times...it never seemed to bother him though. He would just keep staring...

"What do you mean...because of you? Of course this is all because of you!" Greer ran and slammed on the glass separating them. She breathed hard for a few more moments before taking a step back, staring at her fists. Her temper kept...Greer couldn't remember ever feeling so angry all the time. It was beginning to scare her. Apex of course acted as if nothing had happened and continued when Greer appeared to have settled down.

"They are trying to understand the balance between your ability to tap into your feral instincts but lose control and my...inability to access my more focused feral state."

"In - inability? You almost killed Logan and Kurt back at the Institute when you went all glowy eyed and blade crazy. What the hell do you call that?" Greer asked with as much spite as her exhaustion would allow. Apex however had seemingly shared enough for the day and had walked out of the cell, leaving Greer only more confused.

...

Over the next few days, Greer's interest in Apex found that her hatred towards him had changed...if a shift from hatred to interest was really "change."

He refused to answer anymore of her questions but that didn't really bother her. Somehow she found his presence...protective. The training never stopped but he seemed to at least be there to help her instead of simply torture...god...being in this hell hole...With all these sadists and...Monsters and... Just insanity...had someone not torturing her being viewed as an admirable quality...

Greer closed her eyes tighter and curled herself into a smaller ball as she remembered today's session. They had taken her to a room, no warning, no food and no water. Over the course of the day the room would go from freezing...to boiling... and then back to frozen...She had tried the best to resist...To show that she wasn't weak... whether shivering through the bitter cold or lying there in the scorching heat...She had tried to endure it in silence... But after hours of this, her system just couldn't keep up and eventually Greer had simply passed out.

When she awoke, she was back in the cage...Lying in the exact same place she had fallen asleep the previous night.

At first she had been confused, but her eyes widened when she remembered the strong but gentle arms that had picked her up and laid her down...

Back in the present, Greer pushed herself up into a leaning position and looked around carefully...It was late...Midnight or maybe even later...

Her eyes scanned carefully through the dark into the opposite enclosure...Nothing...

She tried looking into the forest and for a fleeting moment...a flash of amber. Greer's eyes widened but before she could do anything it disappeared...

Disappointed but undeterred, Greer pulled her aching body to the glass wall.

"Hey..." she called out softly and tapped lightly on the glass. Nothing...She tried again a little louder...

"Hey..."

Silence.

"I know you're out there..." she said as gently as she could. She didn't want him to interpret it as a threat...That wasn't her intention...Quite the opposite really.

"I know...Look I know I'm probably going to end up dying here..." Greer kept the quiver out of her voice. "But I want to thank you...for today..." Greer paused and looked around some more...Still nothing...

Greer sighed and moved to lay back down but stopped herself as she saw the shadows shift as Apex came into the clearing that housed their cage. Keeping his distance, he sat down as Greer watched him closely through the glass. When she realized he wasn't going anywhere, she laid down so that the two could keep an eye on each other...Greer wondering if this had been the first time...or simply the first time she had been allowed to notice.

...

"C'mon Kitten...I know you can do better than that." Creed slashed Greer across her back and when she moved to return the favor, he just ducked under her claws and threw her to the ground to add insult.

The jungle was long gone. Greer was fighting on a rocky terrain today, stretching out in all directions. A heavy fog hung in the air. Creed would slash her, hurt her, slam her...and just as quickly disappear back into the mist. They had been at it for hours and Greer had barely landed a scratch.

'How can someone that loves talking this much be that freaking quite!'

"Here Kitty...Kitty...Kitty..." Creed's voice whispered from the fog.

"Stop it! Just fight me you fuckin' coward!" Greer kept her hands raised and turning slowly in a circle. She had faced Creed before...in the Danger Room. But she realized quickly that whatever settings she had been facing...fighting the real thing was next to impossible.

"Oh...I'm sorry Tigra. Am I hurtin' you?"

"Stop calling me that! My name is Gr -" Creed somehow came from below her, lunging upwards through the fog like a lion and tackling Greer into the ground. The rocks cut into her back and shoulders. She could feel Creed on top of her. His breath rancid on her face.

"Get...off...me!" Greer tried breaking from Creed's grip or getting her legs underneath him but he was so damn big. Creed had his knee on her stomach and his hand had gotten hold of her wrists. She...couldn't...breath...

"You know...maybe the Admiral has it wrong...I think I like you better this way Kitten. You know...on your back." Greer felt Creed's hand moving down her side.

"Stop! Get...off..." Greer's vision was fading...

"Make me." Creed whispered as his hand found her hip and he lowered his face to take in her scent at the crook of her neck.

Greer's vision suddenly went from fading darkness to crimson as something in her mind snapped. On instinct Greer reached up and bit Creed's neck, blood spurting everywhere as Creed fell back with a curse. Greer quickly rolled backwards to her feet and hissed. Keeping a hand on his neck, a sick smile crept across Creed's face.

"There it is. Now...show me somthin'."

...

"You won't do that again."

Creed had been checking his neck in the mirror to see how deep that bitch had gotten 'em. Not that it mattered...he had given her a beating he was certain she would remember even when she lost those damn eyes...

"Do what?" Creed's voice clear he was giving Apex his minimal amount of attention.

"You went too far with Tigra." Creed slid his eyes over to look at Apex's reflection.

"Nah...I didn't go far enough. Not after what that bitch did to me." Creed tried turning his attention back to his neck but Apex's growl got his attention and he turned with a grin. "What's matter...jealous? I mean I'm not typically the sharing type...but maybe when I'm finished..."

"I've already spoken to Stryker."

Now that got Creed's attention. The grin faded from his face and he slowly turned to face Apex. "What'd you say?"

"You went too far. You will not touch Tigra again." Creed stalked over until he was inches from Apex. No one else was in the lockers but the two ferals. Not even the soldiers wanted to be alone with Creed. Too many had gone missing.

"And you ran and told Stryker? I'll slice you open for doin somethin' stupid as that." Apex just stared straight back and Creed noted that the larger feral was staring down at him.

"You insolent piece of -"

"Stryker saw the footage. You were told not to go that far. That she was off limits." Creed laughed and turned back towards the mirror.

"Nothing is off limits to me. Don't you remember your last...partner?" Apex growled at Creed's chuckling back. "Besides, once Stryker's got what he's needed...he's already promised I can do whatever I want with 'er. I mean...she's a little too furry for my taste but...I'll let you watch..." Creed should have been paying closer attention. Otherwise he would have been fast enough to avoid Apex slamming his face into the mirror. Creed roared in pain as the glass inched deeper and tried pushing off the tiled wall but Apex just ground his face into the shattered glass.

"You will not touch her." Creed howled in pain as Apex increased the pressure on the last word before releasing his grip. Apex stood back a moment watching the cursing Creed and turned to leave but Creed was far from finished.

He leaped at Apex with a snarl and the two grappled until Apex tossed him into the showers. Creed tried getting up but Apex was back on him and slammed him into the far wall with enough force to crack the pipes, sending water spraying. The two struggled before Creed landed a kick to the stomach, knocking Apex back and himself just out of the area. Apex looked up just in time to see the glee in Sabertooth's eyes as he pushed the button. Apex couldn't even roar...his body felt like it was on fire as electricity played through it.

"Now...I'm just gonna leave you here till your heart explodes" Creed took a moment to consider, "...nah...I'll stay to watch." Creed absently pulled the glass from his face as he watched Apex writhe on the ground. He was considering what excuse would best satisfy Stryker...until the Admiral himself called Creed over his earpiece.

"Captain. Why can't I raise Weapon 22 on coms?" Creed glanced down at Apex.

"One moment sir..." Creed crouched down so Apex would see him. "Say anything...and I'll skin 'er." Creed wasn't certain that would work. After all, Apex had killed a number of Weapons in the past. But the look Apex gave him was enough for Creed to cut off the electricity.

"Here...sir." Apex kept silent, catching his breath, as the Admiral spoke. But he never turned his attention from Creed who just smiled down at him. Once Creed was certain their conversation was over, Creed turned to leave.

"Just remember Weapon...You're replaceable. I'm not. And I always get what I want..."

...

Apex still refused to answer Greer's questions but she got her answer from an unexpected place, as Creed had taken up what she assumed was his new favorite hobby of taunting Greer when she wasn't at risk of being beheaded or shot by some new Weapon X test. He would take turns taunting her for what she was becoming and promises with what he would do to her once they were done with her.

Greer wasn't sure which was more disturbing. Both gave her nightmares...

For Creed, it was the closest he could get to tormenting her without directly crossing the Admiral. Of course...there was no need for Greer to know that.

On this particular day, Greer lay panting after an intense session in which she had been forced to face someone codenamed, "Kimura." Kimura had seemed unthreatening enough, but then Greer found out she could control her density making her effectively invulnerable...oh, and a sadist (is that a required to join Weapon X? Greer wondered more than once). Greer had been forced to fight until she finally tapped into her feral side and was able to at least reach a draw. She was fairly certain Kimura was prepared to simply take all the punishment Greer could dish out and watch her die from exhaustion. To make things worse, Kimura had taunted Greer the entire time calling her, "animal", "freak", and "savage".

The memory stung... and Greer was simply too exhausted to resist as Creed slowly circled her cell, just visible through the stream of images of her latest session mixed in with her...kills. That is, until the usual images were switched to what appeared to be a live feed of Apex. Greer found herself back on her feet as she watched him fighting a number of men in tactical gear somewhere she recognized as just outside the compound.

"Such a shame about Apex over there. Never did get to reach his full potential." Creed was sauntering around the cage as Greer did her best to ignore him and keep her attention on Apex. But despite her best attempt, the mention of Apex's background got her attention and Creed noticed her ears twitch at the sound of his name. He smiled a little.

After dealing with Apex, Creed had gone to review the last few days of tapes focusing on when the two were together...He had been right...

"You see Kitten...Apex was supposed to be the perfect mutant killer. See all of their weaknesses, their strengths, how best to hunt them, kill them. All of the good stuff. Rumors were that he wasn't always so big and furry but there was a flaw somewhere in his coding." Sabertooth continued. "Turned out that despite all of Weapon X's improvement, no matter how much he tried, or how hard the Adrmiral pushed him, the only way he could access those powers to the fullest was through a sharp peak in endorphin levels. Course, the best way to produce that is through - "

"Pain." Greer whispered in sudden understanding...The look of fear on Apex's face and his howl of agony before undergoing the transformation back on the grounds of the Mansion flashed through her mind.

"Pain indeed. Even gave him some nifty adamantium to see if their emergence could be the trigger. I heard it worked for a little while but the stubborn son of a bitch actually got used to that. Then good old Doctor Cornelius came up with a simple solution. Why have a Weapon be in charge of deciding when to fire at all? Why not have the handlers be in charge? And so he came up with this clever contraption." Sabertooth had since walked into Greer's enclosure and tossed over what looked like the collar she almost always saw Apex wearing.

Pulling out a trigger that looked similar to the one used on Greer's bracers, Creed pressed the trigger. At first Greer didn't understand what the change in the collar meant until she saw Apex react onscreen. Again looking at the collar, she saw that numerous spikes of varying gauges had protruded from inside the collar. Her eyes flashed back to the screen and realized what was happening.

Forgetting where she was, Greer shot up and almost got to Sabertooth's smug face before she was again on the floor twitching from the shock.

"Oh Kitten...you don't actually care about your fellow weapons now, do you?" Greer actually hated the smugness pouring from Creed due to his success in getting to Greer more than getting shocked. "Cause you are both monsters. Or at least, those SHIELD agents are going to be finding out at least one of you are."

Looking up, Greer saw that Apex was almost unrecognizable with his glowing eyes, tensed body and adamantium shards. What he did to those SHIELD agents...Greer did her best to not watch.

...

Apex was exhausted.

The SHIELD team he had encountered had been well trained despite him taking them by surprise in the forest surrounding the Facility. But the second recon team had reached him before he could recover. Not that it mattered...He glanced down at the blood on his hands and fought the itch that came from his wounds stitching themselves back together. He had picked out a few stray bullets on his walk back.

He showered and after a quick debriefing headed back to his enclosure. Ignoring what he assumed was Tigra's usual glare, he simply collapsed and resolved on sleeping for as long as possible before being called again. His body needed to heal.

He was prepared to simply rest...until Tigra did something she had never done and entered his side of the enclosure. She barely took a step inside but still...He gave her a wary glance as she stood across from him on the other side of the enclosure, closest to the door...and escape.

There was silence as the two stared at each other until Greer finally spoke.

"I'm...I'm sorry." Greer said hesitantly.

"Don't feel sorry for me Tigra, my wounds will heal." Apex rolled so that he was resting with his back against the glass wall. He knew that it troubled her to be called that but she let it slide this time.

"No, it's - it's not that. I had no idea what Weapon X did to you. What kind of control they have on you...I didn't...I thought you were..." Greer shook her head in frustration, "They are the real monsters." Greer had slid to her knees, tail draped around her.

"We are what they made us to be. What else is there?" Apex said it as if he truly believed it. Greer shook her head.

"You claim that the X-Men controlled me. Used me. But you're wrong. There is more to life then what Weapon X wants us to be. I know it. Ive lived it." Greer said earnestly. Apex's amber eyes searched her green ones, seeing the conviction in what Greer was trying to convey.

"We shouldn't speak about this." Apex's eyes moved meaningfully around the cell. The message was clear. 'We are being watched.'

Greer gave a contempt glance around before looking back at Apex with a new found determination. Greer quickly padded over and sat close to Apex.

"There is more than this. Don't you want more?" Greer whispered, her head tilted towards his. Only their superior hearing made the conversation possible.

'Can she be right? Is there more than Weapon X...than this?' Apex wondered. He looked over and met Tigra's green eyes. He'd never seen eyes like hers...He had wondered about such things before, but after what he had done, what he had been forced to do, he knew that this was all there was.

Apex lowered his head, no longer able to meet those eyes that promised something he didn't think existed.

Greer took notice and scooted herself a little closer, their shoulders touching slightly. They just sat there for hours as Greer told Apex about the life of an X-Man.

Apex stood waiting for the Admiral to say something. He knew he had crossed a line...but Apex was still trying to understand exactly what line he had crossed.

The Admiral and a number of soldiers were on his side of the cell...while Creed and Greer occupied the other. Creed had one hand on Greer's shoulder and the other wrapped in her hair, pulling on it painfully all while whispering something to her. His presence was not a good sign and he could tell Greer was anxious...afraid even, despite her attempt to look stoic. Her eyes betrayed her.

"You disobeyed a direct order."

"Admiral...there was nothing left." Apex kept his head down as the Admiral kept pacing, his Bowie knife tapping against his thigh.

"The mission was to clear house. Are you still aware of what that means?"

"Yes sir...but..." Stryker stopped at Apex's pause

"But..." Stryker's tone was controlled fury.

Apex's mind was back on the mission. He had been sent across the border to take out a target...and everyone he found. He had taken care of the security, the target, his wife...but...

"Sir he wasn't a threat." The boy had been hiding in a closet. He wasn't even sure what had stopped him...he just...what Tigra had told him...Apex had almost made it out of the room, ignoring the barks from Stryker, when his collar had started beeping...the rest hadn't been up to him.

"Wasn't a threat...he wasn't a threat..." Stryker moved closer to Apex until he stood right in front of him. "He...wasn't...a...threat!" Stryker sunk his knife into Apex's shoulder to the hilt. Apex roared in pain and dropped to a knee...but left the blade where it was.

"You don't make that decision. You don't decide anything. I choose the target, you eliminate it. That's all there is. That's all you're good for!" Stryker twisted the blade buried in Apex's shoulder before pulling it out, earning a deep growl from Apex. But Stryker just scoffed in disgust as Apex got back to his feet.

"This is her fault." Admiral gestured towards Greer and Creed placed a hand around her neck, his claws pressed across her throat. Apex didn't move. "You were supposed to study her...not let her contaminate you." Stryker watched Apex closely. "So perhaps it will be best to simply remove the cancer before it spreads..." Creed's claws drew blood and Greer did her best to swallow the pain. Apex remained silent, staring straight through Stryker.

"Kill her then." Greer's eyes went wide with shock...and even betrayal, but Stryker just smiled and raised a hand. Creed withdrew his claws.

"Perhaps you are salvageable Weapon 22...But you need a reminder. I am in control. Not you." Stryker pushed a button and the restraints appeared, pulling Apex to the floor. With another gesture, the soldiers in the cell began to beat Apex with whatever tools they had found laying around the Facility. Pipes...sledgehammers...this wasn't meant to punish...it was meant to hurt.

Greer watched helplessly as the scene played out in front of her.

"No stop..." she begged. She didn't know Apex had taken her words so seriously...In fact she was certain he wouldn't...and she absolutely didn't know she would get him into so much trouble...God... What had she done...

Pulling against Creed, she fought to make herself heard.

"Apex fight back!" But Greer saw he wasn't even moving as the blows rained down. "Stop! Stop it! PLEASE STOP!" and with a final tug, Creed released his grip on her, a dark smile on his face as she ran and started banging on the glass in a poor attempt at breaking it. Stryker gave her a brief glance before returning to watching Apex.

"Stop! Stop it!" Greer shrugged Creed off with little effort, a dark smile on his face as she ran and started banging on the glass in a poor attempt at breaking it. Stryker gave her a brief glance before returning to watching Apex.

"You're going to kill him! Stop!" Greer couldn't let them kill him. She couldn't. She just kept banging on the glass...until the haze crept in. With a roar, Greer slashed at the glass...causing cracks to appear underneath her claw marks. At the sound, Stryker turned to give Greer just enough attention as the first surge of electricity hit her.

"Captain...she's all yours." Stryker called over his shoulder as Greer was still struggling to her feet when Creed's boot hit her in the stomach, the force throwing her into the glass separator. Reaching down, he lifted Greer by her neck and slammed her into the wall once again.

"You hear that Kitten...you're all mine." Greer managed to slash Creed on the face but he didn't even flinch. Instead, reaching out his tongue to taste the blood flowing down his face...and proceeded to slam Greer into the glass wall until blood smeared where her head kept making contact. Satisfied with the glassy look on Greer's face, Creed tossed her across the cage where she landed in a heap. She could just make out Apex in similar shape across from her.

"You see...I promised to let him watch." Greer tried to struggle to her feet but the world felt like it kept moving underneath her. Creed took a step towards Greer when everything seemed to stop as a roar ripped through the air.

Eyes glowing white and adamantium shards exposed, Apex tore through the restraints and tossing aside two soldiers in his way as he crashed through the glass. Creed never stood a chance in the confined space as Apex's elbow slashed across his throat. Greer looked up at him in relief...before she saw the look of disappointment on Stryker's face.

"Apex watch -!" The two ferals roared in pain as they both collapsed. Stryker just stared at the two failed Weapons before him before snorting in disgust and dismissing the remaining soldiers and casting a disappointing look at the still form of Sabertooth.

"Such a waste..." Stryker stood above the two as he withdrew his sidearm, placing the barrel at Greer's head.

"Admiral!" Stryker looked up at the young soldier that had run into the cell and who was now eying the bloodied bodies of his comrades nervously.

"Well?" Stryker still had the barrel to Greer's head, sounding like someone stopped in the middle of a rather tedious task. His tone got the soldier back into focus.

"We thought you should see this sir." Reaching out, Stryker took the tablet from the soldier as he stood up, gun still in hand.

"What is this?" Stryker asked impatiently.

"We don't know sir. But from our intel we think...we think the mutants are tracking to our location..." The soldier gestured towards Greer. Stryker studied the incoming blips before turning his attention back to Greer and holstering his weapon.

"Prepare to release Weapon X."

"Sir?" The solider tried to not let his surprise show too much.

"Do as your told soldier." With a sharp glance from Stryker, the soldier saluted and ran off. Stryker meanwhile glanced down at the two Weapons at his feet.

"Perhaps there is still a use for you yet..." and that's when Greer's world went mercifully black.

"Good morning Weapon 13."

Greer snapped awake and quickly rolled into a defensive stance, ready for an attack. She glanced around in confusion...no Apex...no Creed...the glass had been removed...the only ones in the cell were Stryker and herself.

"Where is he..."

It had been another few weeks since she had begun her own mission of attempting to reach Apex and convince him to help her in escaping Weapon X. She had thought she had been making progress...and then it had all fallen apart...

"Where is he..." she growled again, actually allowing herself to bare her teeth this time. She didn't come out of her defensive stance but didn't make a move otherwise. Her bracers were still on and Greer knew from Apex that only the Admiral had the authority to remove them. She had already seen that no matter how hard they fought...Stryker had the upper hand. But for now it seemed Stryker was satisfied to just talk, as he turned around and Greer saw two folders in his hand.

"Weapon 13, aka Greer Nelson, subject twenty-four of project Feral." Strkyer had opened the top folder and began reading what sounded like her entire biography. Where she was born, where she went to school, even notes on her mutation, and her time with the X-Men for the last four years. Greer was disturbed from the level of detail her had on her life...but didn't need to let Stryker know that.

"Congratulations pervert. You figured out how to use Facebook...Now where is Apex?" Greer spat out. Stryker just smirked at her response and ignored her question.

"Yes, we do know quite a bit about you don't we, but...Dr. Minos' notes weren't nearly as good as we would have liked. Luckily, we have all that we need now." Stryker said it almost off-hand, but knew the mention of Dr. Minos would grab her attention.

"How...how do you know that name?" Greer sounded like she had been hit in the stomach.

"Don' tell me that you are so stupid that you really haven't figured it out yet? Dr. Minos. The Sentinel Project. Your mutation? Nothing?" Stryker shook his head in mock disbelief. "Ms. Nelson...all early stages of resuscitating the Weapon X program. I admit...I first thought of you as a horribly crude attempt but you have come to actually be quite useful. A credit to your program." Greer hated how Stryker spoke to her like she was some novelty item he owned.

"I am not something you made Stryker. Take these cuffs off and I'll prove it to you." Greer growled in an attempt to let Stryker know just how badly she wanted to slash his damn face off. But Stryker appeared unconcerned.

"It does't really matter now. I'm done with you. You are free to go." Greer actually dropped her jaw in shock as the cuffs on her wrists popped off. But the moment quickly passed and Greer was ready to shred Stryker when the screens came on and got Greer's attention. She saw Apex, cuffs still on his wrists, somewhere outside the Facility.

"You see Ms. Nelson, here at Weapon X, we do not believe in redundancy. There can only ever be one true Weapon." Opening the other file Stryker continued, "Weapon 17, aka Colton Hanes, Apex Project. While promising, Apex shows resistance to heightened Predator state. Attempts at improvement thus far futile. Attempts at replacement unsuccessful." Looking up from the folder Stryker almost seemed to be reminiscing, "See, Weapon 22 earned that title. We tried to produce improved Weapon programs but that stubborn SOB was able to kill 'em all. Until you that is..." Stryker had the briefest moment of contempt before returning to that damn smugness, "Still, with what we have now, I'm fairly confident we wont be needing him anymore."

Greer watched on the screen as Logan came into view and Greer felt a moment of hope, 'He's alive!'...but something was diffidently wrong.

Virtually naked, frothing at the mouth and claws bared, Greer barely recognized the face of the man she considered a father. "But I thought we would make things interesting..." Pressing a familiar trigger, Greer saw the pain cross Apex's face as the adamantium at his elbow and knees emerged, his eyes turn white and the chains holding him were released.

"So you have a choice Weapon. It looks like the X-Men have come to save you. So you can either kill me and run to the X-Men, in which case I promise you either Apex or Weapon X will surely be dead. Or, you can attempt to stop them from killing each other, in which case, I can promise you one or both of them might be dead...along with yourself. The choice is yours." Stryker finished his little speech and crossed his arms behind his back.

Greer snarled. She hated that he already knew her choice.

"This isn't over. What you did to me. What you did to Apex...And if Logan doesn't get to you first, I am going to rip your throat out." Greer sprinted to the door, not wanting to give Stryker another look. But before she could get too far away, she could clearly hear him speak with pride, "Because that's what weapons do."

Greer pretended not hear as she raced towards the woods surrounding the compound compound, hoping she wasn't too late.