Jack stopped just as he was about to cross the door's threshold, he turned back to the creature and said in a low voice, "I don't take orders from anybody anymore, let alone a dipshit lab tech who wouldn't lift a finger to save her own species or a freak of nature that is the result of said cunt being fucked in the head." Jack pointed at her, "It's people like you that are responsible for the deaths of millions of innocents. All you scientists think about is progress, and that got millions of innocent people killed. People who had nothing to do with any of your pet projects. Sure, I got 3 people killed, I may have even inadvertently killed one of them, that makes me a murderer, but you killed upwards of a million and that count is still rising. Congratulations, everyone involved in this project, yourself included, are the greatest mass murderers history has ever or will ever know. Pat yourself on the back, because THAT is true progress in the ways of butchery. And before you start calling me out on the people I've killed, take a Goddamn look around you! Because this, all of this, this is your fault, along with everyone else who was involved. You want to say I killed my own men? Guess what, that situation never would've happened had you never created these fucking things in the first place. And the sickest part of all this is you have no way to prove me wrong, no way in the world to defend yourself. The absolute sickest part is I am right on every count, and you damn well know it!" Jack slung his shotgun onto his back. Then folded his arms across his chest. "Tell me where I'm wrong. I dare you to correct me."