[@Flynn]
With foggy eyes William looks at Flynn. This doesn't make sense. So much bloodshed over a hostage. He used to tolerate all of the murder around him when he was in the marines. He used to be though as nails, his 2 metres of height just adding to the list. He watched his squadmate get torn to shreds by a grenade, and his commanders face turn into a bloody mess, yet he fought on without stopping. There was something about this situation that made him feel so weak. There was SOMETHING here.

When he was in the marines, he never really thought about dying. He was serving the military as the best to run away from his sins. He was emotionless, efficent, and lacked a goal. He was the one who breached the buildings head on, the one to take all the scars and the shrapnel. It was never really a thing for him to become all emotional. Of course until he was dismissed. That felt like a blow to the stomach, right where it hurt. To see his world and self made comfort fall apart, and get thrown out of his work and life. He became a mercenenary and used to be thoughest one around. No one else dared to trifle with him, not at all. Until Flynn came along and changed his mind. Maybe it was Flynn who made him soft over the course of their work. But now here they are, both wounded, on the shittiest and most cock sucking day of their lives, and he is about to cry. He didn't know what was in the air, but he was about to find out, and murder it with all he got.

He took a deep breath, and sweared this cursed place before answering. "Flynn, there is two ways to go about it. I had enough of this shit that's going on, and I am not taking anymore of this hellhole. Either we go in guns blazing and hope that the few million dollars are worth more for them than it is to that cock sucking dad who hired us, and they don't kill the girl, OR we risk our lives for more time in this place and try to get sneaky." He reloaded his gun and checked his belt: 5 more mags and 2 grenades. His Suit was damaged, but the bulletproof plates were mostly intact. He threw a Nanite container to Flynn and continued. "I think you know which way I prefer, but the decision is up to you. But just so you know, whatever you choose I am behind you. Any plan to get us outta here is superb right now." He stopped and looked at Flynn with a stone cold expression of a murderer.