3's ears perked as he heard the two guards ruffle against one another when 1 was done with talking about how she actually had gotten acces. It made the failure laugh a little louder even. "Well, I must say you sure know how to shake that golden cage of theirs don't you 1?" With the feline grinning wildly, anything that got the guards upset or angry at each other was a source of amusement to the male. Not only that, but he enjoyed seeing those people fight. Humans in his eyes were strange.
He turned to look at both 1 and 13 for a few seconds as his attention went to his food, he had forgotten completely that he had some actuall meat in there as well. He used the plastic knive to try and cut it as good as he could. Actuall forks or knives weren't allowed out of fear someone might use them. It made the whole process of trying to cut food tiresome. At least the sludge that they fed the failures didn't require it, so in a sense that dreadfull smurry they served had some sort of positive thing towards it.
After a while, the cat was able to cut a piece off and enjoyed eating it, savoring the flavor from it well even if it had gotten mixed with the rest of the food he did not care. Not at that time. How he at that point wished he could have just placed his hand on 13's shoulder and thank her decently, but physical contact wasn't able to be done. Not unless they experimented on him again to fix the problem. A 'Minor issue in the regeneration process.' They told him. It was a **censor** lie and he knew it.
The Hadesian project had almost never functioned properly. Their idea of making the best type of asassin/infiltrator, was far from being perfect and the Administrators knew that all to well. A Hadesian, as it was teached to everyone, was indeed a person able to age others by stealing their energy to regenerate their own damaged tissue. It was first developped as a non military function to create invincible medics. Able to heal themselves whilst working on patients if their own damage wasn't too much... But 3? He was supposed to be trained in becomming one of the best assassins. To put it simply, infiltrate the enemy nation, find the target and kill them making them elderly so they die of natural causes by a simple touch... Effective, direct and nobody would be any wiser. No mess or anything. And should the person be found out, well it wouldn't matter for the victim then anyways.
"Well, I have had enough of this food... If they indeed gave us an afternoon off, I want to do something more productive." The male said as he again looked at 13, no doubt she was picking up what he felt and the male did his best to hide it from her. 3 had been trying to find methods to keep the other Types off his back if he needed too. Some were easier then others however. "I don't mind some company." He said softly, looking away from the group.
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