Trapped in an Iron Grip

Nothing Says Professional Like Kicking a Misogynist's Ass

"What do you mean you don't need one?"

"I'm what you people call a bioweapon," Heisenberg responded, rolling his eyes. "I don't need a com."

Lobo and Tundra were almost done setting up a com on Ethan. Tundra just needed to adjust the microphone on Ethan's cheek and to set it to the proper channel. Chris explained that it was a private channel so Miranda wouldn't accidentally discover you. While Tundra was fixing Ethan's com, Lobo called Heisenberg over to get him hooked up to the com system.

"Karl, would you please speak English?" You groaned. "I just so happen to know next to nothing about bioweapons so explain it slowly, please."

Heisenberg smirked and crouched to your level in the most demeaning way he could. "Metal... is... part... of-" Heisenberg didn't finish because of your knee in his solar plexus. "Ow," he shouted as you let him go.

"Your own fault for being a little shit," you said, shrugging and backing out of Heisenberg's reach. Unfortunately, he seemed to have chains in his room and pulled you towards him.

"You of all people would know that nothing about me is little," Heisenberg said, smirking. "It's not just metal that I can control, Butterblume, I control electromagnetic waves." Heisenberg dropped the chains and let you back away. "It allows me to communicate through radios, see and hear through microphones and cameras, and control metal as if it was an extension to my body."

"That's both cool and concerning at the same time..." your eyes widened as you trailed off. "Oh my God, you have cameras in the forge, don't you?"

Heisenberg chuckled and nodded, tapping the side of his head. "Been watching it on repeat for the last few hours, Buttercup."

"Fucking hell, Heisenberg."

"...So that's how you survived this long," Lobo chuckled, "you slept with one of the Lords if not all of them."

"He does realize what Moreau looked like, right?" You asked Chris, not bothering to acknowledge Lobo. "No one in their right mind would even consider sleeping with him."

Lobo glared before making his way to you. "I know you fucked each one of the Lords in exchange for your life, just admit it!"

"First of all," you said, holding up a finger, "what crawled up your ass and died? Second of all, I only slept with Heisenberg and that was about three hours ago. So, no, I didn't exchange my body for my life since I didn't need to."

"Only because you had Ethan Winters."

"Hey, don't pull me into this," Ethan said, adjusting the microphone on his cheek. "It's not going to end well for you, Lobo."

Lobo scoffed and got up in your face. "She doesn't know what she's doing. All this one knows is how to cook and listen to orders."

You have never wanted to slap someone so hard in your life, but you knew that wouldn't solve anything. You tried to think of something to get this man to back down when it hit you. 

You're one of the best fighters in the world, you scolded yourself, get him to respect you through that.

"I'm sorry, would you rather have gotten food poisoning from Ethan's cooking? God knows that man doesn't know how to keep shit from setting on fire," you said with some newfound aggression. "I'm so sorry that you, sir, only know how to follow someone like a lost puppy."

"The Fuck did you just say to me?" Lobo snapped.

You let out a snarky laugh and grinned at him. "While you and your friends hung out Ethan and I were fighting for our lives and searching every nook and cranny of that Godforsaken village for Rose!" You took a step towards Lobo and growled. "Ethan and I killed and almost died at the hands of some very powerful beings while you were off playing soldier. I bet you couldn't even take down an unarmed Lycan with a broken leg," you snarled, hitting the metaphorical head of the nail.