[He heard the steps approaching and twisted to look, but it took him too long to recognize the man approaching him. It wasn't until Rumlow spoke that he knew for sure. Frustrated, he rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his right hand.
There were conflicting thoughts in his head. Much of him was glad a handler was here to clear up his purpose here, or at least give him direction, but another, strange part was screaming at him to kill him.
His fingers twitched. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts, but it wasn't so easy.]
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There were conflicting thoughts in his head. Much of him was glad a handler was here to clear up his purpose here, or at least give him direction, but another, strange part was screaming at him to kill him.
His fingers twitched. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts, but it wasn't so easy.]
Orders, sir?