“ i don’t make the rules. ”
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Clearly. He thinks quietly to himself, gun still aimed at her, and his eyes scan her carefully. He doesn't see an insignia nor a badge, but he knows the people of the organization well enough. Even if he didn't, he knows the files he's been given enough to know who he is looking at.
"DSO is carrying more and more bio-weapons by the second." HUNK remarks, although it's more of a statement. How long had they kept that Birkin girl behind bars? HUNK had no interest in the government except to just know what to expect out of them and their actions, Umbrella had always been closely knit with them, after all. He isn't surprised that of the few survivors, DSO had kept two of them in what was practically a prison contract.
Then again, Umbrella would have only done worse to them, as he's sure the person before him already knew.
He supposes he should consider it a boon. This means he's on the right track. Where his work goes, so too does the alleged "Division of Security Operations" and that means he's on track.
HUNK cocks his gun, the safety released, but his finger is off the trigger, resting it on the trigger guard. "You better get on." HUNK tells her carefully. "I'm sure you have your orders." HUNK watched her hands more than her face, not wanting any surprises.