His guards exchanged whatever words were necessary and he continued to stare at the blond weapon on the other side of the glass. He didn't expect a reward for his answers; he had learned to expect nothing at all, just to exist in the last few weeks. When there was no pain, he was allowed to go into idle mode and linger in consciousness until the next order or test for him to perform. He was still requiring a lot of work given his disability.
When he was removed from the room with the glass, he only looked back once at the other weapon, his gaze lingering for a moment as if to assure himself that both of them were leaving. One was not abandoning the other. The sheer idea disquieted him, but there was no need for that idea to lodge because they both left at the same time with the guards to lead them in different directions.
He was put to sleep in cold and ice, the first to enter cryostasis. He was incomplete and thus slightly more expendable then the other man, so it was a process tested on him first, on the lesser serum that flowed through his body until the prosthetic had been shipped down from Russia to be equipped. He survived the subzero freezing, and the team that worked and knew him best worked to attach the new arm that would be his new one, to replace what he had lost and tip the balance of power so that it was far more even. He was kept asleep for that process but they warmed him appropriately.
Disoriented but with two working arms, he throttled a curious technician without the order. He was wiped clean after he was properly sedated, the imprint that the arm was part of him and he was to use it as such. Then he was put through drills and the full range of the limb tested on various substances to assure them of the quality. He was told that his cooperation would earn him a small warm spot now and again; he didn't think much on it.
Now that his metal arm seemed relatively indestructible and moved well, they had a single final test. He was to combat another weapon that was on the same level as himself, to show the full motions and abilities of his arm and to prove that their conditioning would hold if put in a situation where he would have to withdraw similar punishment as he gave out. The few mercenaries who had volunteered hadn't lasted long against him after all. It was better for bigger and better things.
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When he was removed from the room with the glass, he only looked back once at the other weapon, his gaze lingering for a moment as if to assure himself that both of them were leaving. One was not abandoning the other. The sheer idea disquieted him, but there was no need for that idea to lodge because they both left at the same time with the guards to lead them in different directions.
He was put to sleep in cold and ice, the first to enter cryostasis. He was incomplete and thus slightly more expendable then the other man, so it was a process tested on him first, on the lesser serum that flowed through his body until the prosthetic had been shipped down from Russia to be equipped. He survived the subzero freezing, and the team that worked and knew him best worked to attach the new arm that would be his new one, to replace what he had lost and tip the balance of power so that it was far more even. He was kept asleep for that process but they warmed him appropriately.
Disoriented but with two working arms, he throttled a curious technician without the order. He was wiped clean after he was properly sedated, the imprint that the arm was part of him and he was to use it as such. Then he was put through drills and the full range of the limb tested on various substances to assure them of the quality. He was told that his cooperation would earn him a small warm spot now and again; he didn't think much on it.
Now that his metal arm seemed relatively indestructible and moved well, they had a single final test. He was to combat another weapon that was on the same level as himself, to show the full motions and abilities of his arm and to prove that their conditioning would hold if put in a situation where he would have to withdraw similar punishment as he gave out. The few mercenaries who had volunteered hadn't lasted long against him after all. It was better for bigger and better things.