<i>Tres Unus Unus...</i>, He saw branded across her exposed, and only  remaining breast... Duos Unus Novem, his own 'name'... Project Twenty One meets Project Ninteen...<br/><br/><i>"Thule,"</i>Duos growled out. He weighed his options for a moment, before bitting the bullet and entrusting those present with something.<i>"I... Can not, harm him..." </i>Lifting one hand, the one which a moment ago had been holding his pistol. He tapped the side of his rubber clad and rag masked skull.<i>"A, failsafe... He calls it..." </i>Eyes on Tres, Staring, watching her... Even the mystery man did not realize that his glove wrapped hand was reaching out. Fingertips brushing her branded breast... Those cruel words permanently etched into what little flesh she had... Much as his 'name' scarred his half rotted body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>