<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/5k3W1xJ.jpg?1)</div>He'd felt as if the second options would of been the best. The empty void of space seemed less tortuous than the blaring heavy metal which for them was<em>'music'</em>Artorias bared to listen such for the past three days due to solitary confinement. For fuck sake! Did they not know how hard it was to sleep when all one could hear was the banshee like sounds of the instruments?  There had been moments where he had decided to paint the walls with his very own blood via bashing his head against the wall just for it to stop. Yes... space would've been a godsend if he believed in such a falsehood. At least he had been offered meals. If he could eat that would've been a plus. The only thing that drove him was the idea of revenge for the wrongdoing that had befallen him. For that he would endure this hell and any other.<br/><br/>The Cyborg was the second of the three to enter, but the only one physically escorted so he could not wander the confines of the ship. Quite understandable no one would want someone like him skulking around unattended learning the layout of a ship as complex as this. He saw the woman for the second time he recognized her Briar Bloodthorn she had been the conversation starter of more than a solemn; more importantly this bitch had been the reason why his former comrades wanted to join Iron Wolf they had suffered with her success being rampant. However she would not know of them. Los Lobo use to be silent and secretive, yet looking up their names you could find some less than flattering track record, a bounty or two given the system. As Briar talked Artorias listened to her introduction for them he felt compelled for some unknown reason. Maybe he was catching the case of the fanboy fever or it was from the medication given to numb the pain from the wounds. He hoped for the second.<br/><br/>The briefing continued and he did not even bat an eye as he watched the gruesome images of this undead man eat his<em>'friends'</em>faces,"Seems you botched up and this is the result huh? Even the great Queen of Carnage makes mistakes. Thats a fuckin riot." talking for after being silent for his entire three days giving way to a dirty scottish accent. It echoed in a low static way which seemed eerie. So many things had happened that if she wanted to beat his ass then so be it she could fucking try all she pleased. "What would people think if they knew I wonder?" his sarcasm showing through. The leader of HMI had given them a mission that was basically a clean up job. Give everything that looked apart of the job the finger, kill it viciously, never look back on it, and repeat the process. When they were asked if they had any questions the raven haired woman beat him to the punch asking how expendable the last remaining none undead were. The first impression seemed well off now that she threw that upon the table for all to see. She was willing to sacrifice the weak and helpless for their own gain. Had to hand it to the woman some credit he labeled her nothing more then some gun toting bitch that fucked whatever and whenever she pleased. Now she was still that, but you could throw cold hearted tag somewhere in that. Eh.... it was something.<br/><br/>When it was his turn as he asked one that he alone wanted to know,"When this is over I need info on a few people. Eight to be exact. Can you do that for me?" placing a hand on the side of his helm that had the number nine on it with a large gash mark from what seemed to be a sword cutting deep into the armor, but not enough to harm him. It showed more than Artorias would let on,"If you can promise me that then I'll kill whatever you throw in front of me." an aura of killing intent filled the room showing the determination behind his words. It stifled the air making it heavy only for it to subde, yet it lingered once it he calmed down.