Aeris had been terrorizing Bruce for a month. He slammed his fist angrily down on his desk before sending documents, a paperweight, and various other objects flying in front of Cloud's face with a single sweep of his arm. She had taken out two second in commands, leaving Cloud directly in charge right under Bruce, five of his top trackers, and numerous others before she had been caught. She was hanging up in the storeroom building, bloodied and beaten, but even then she wouldn't disclose who she was working for, or how she had gotten around security. To make things worse, she had burned the tips of her fingers off so he couldn't even get his dirty cops to print her.
"I don't care what the fuck you have to do to her, you get her talk or you're dead, do you fucking understand me?" Bruce roared, pointing a fat finger in Cloud's face.
"I don't care what the fuck you have to do to her, you get her talk or you're dead, do you fucking understand me?" Bruce roared, pointing a fat finger in Cloud's face.