Baz begins to charge the capacator. A low whine fills the air, slowly ascending in pitch.<br/><br/>"Incorrect, mate. I'm a warrior, right from the design brief. My ancestors might be lab rats, but do they have thirteen medals to their name, including two George Crosses?" He  shakes his head, chest  swelling a little with pride as he motions to the ribbons on his chest that mark the GCs while in combat.<br/><br/>"I'm a warrior, and not someone it's wise to fuck with. You have thirteen seconds to promise me you're not going to harm her, or you're all in a world of hurt."