I Want The Bastards Dead
How dare they. How dare those bastards break in and destroy MY facility. I want them dead. Every last one of them. I don't care how much money they each cost.
They have made me a laughing stock among the beneficiaries. If this has cost me the candidacy, I'll hunt them down and rip out their guts with my bare hands.
I've sent Sean to deal with the one known as Rogan Wolfe. That grizzly better not fail me. If he messes up, I can always send Brett. I've never once been disappointed by that cheetah. And those bastards wouldn't have a chance in hell running from the fastest B*E*A*S*T* on the planet.
Christ, maybe I should have sent Brett after all. Sean has his own agenda. If his hatred for the wolf clouds this mission, I'll have to take him out.
And I won't think twice. Neither will Brett.