<strong>Tiberius "Caesar" Mengsk </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Well for one I am pretty damn sure you ain't some bitch who took the weekend course and got a guard card at your local rec center. You may not be marine, but you must have a history in some special ops/forces. Also you said you talk to this big motherfucker here I want to know how he didn't tear your ass apart I dount he face booked your ass...unless you WY employers are hiding a hell of a lot more than wood and auto shops."</strong><br/><br/>My voice was calm, my questions dictated clearly.<br/><br/><strong>"I want to know what is going on at the other lab, how many of those dick heads you had originally and how the motherfuckers reproduce. How many are we dealing with approximately. I get what you are saying about their society. But I don't want to be walking into another room, we had 6 of those things...I want to know their attack patterns and if you have a map of that other lab I want it uploaded onto my computer asap for Senjo to analyze." </strong>