A New Leader

Part Two : Explanation

"I left all my cybernetics on Helios when it crashed, the only thing I kept was my echo eye." The man spoke, pulling something from his pocket.

"We recovered one of your cybernetic arms, obviously it isn't Hyperion tech, but it will suffice." I affirmed, pulling the broken and tattered arm from a compartment in my desk.

He seemed floored when I placed it on the top of my desk, he stopped rummaging through his pocket and looked at the broken thing. His eyes quickly moving over it and as if he was recollecting something, I smiled hoping this would help my case.

"That's the Atlas issued arm... did you by any chance find the brain modular?" He asked, a bit nervous.

"No, but to elaborate on the situation, that's why I need you."

"I don't know where it is, I swear I didn't take that." He put his hands up defensively.

"I had a feeling, but I do need a DNA sample from you so I can track the modular."

"O-Oh." He seemed slightly concerned, his hand coming out of his pocket, "why do you need these things?" He asked.

"It's a long story." I stated, wanting to leave it at that.

It became very quiet in the room, he seemed to look me up and down in a skeptical way, wanting me to go further but I had no intention to. I watched as he rummaged through his pocket again and pulled out a long wire with a small blue disk attached to it, I smiled.

"If I give this to you and give you a sample of my DNA, will you tell me what you need them for?" He was very persistent.

"I suppose," I sighed, rubbing my temples, "you do have the right to know since these were once your body parts."

"Ok." He stuck his arm out, placing the ECHO eye in my hands.

I looked at it, the long wire and the small disk attached to it. The way it perfectly resembled the way an eye would look if you sliced off the top part of it, I placed it down next to his old arm.

"Thank you... now I need these for a project and I need your DNA because part of it is stuck in the modular so it would be easier to track if I had part of it." I answered, trying my best to avoid other concepts.

"What's the project?" He asked, almost reading my mind.

"That's confidential." I nearly snapped, becoming annoyed.

"I have a right to know, these were once my body parts." He nearly mimicked my words.

"Yes but they are Hyperion property."

"It's not like I'm going to tell anyone, I just want to know why you need them so bad!" He stood from his seat, almost yelling.

"Fine!" I yelled back, climbing on my desk and pointing my finger in his face, "but if you tell a soul then you will be face down in Kroms Canyon." I hissed, his stance pulling back.

"Fine." He backed up before sitting back down.

I did so as well, trying to think of the best way to explain this to him. I knew about everything that had happened to him so I needed to approach this in a way to which he won't kill me when I tell him what I'm going to do.

"Handsome Jack lived in your cybernetics, the last ever trace of him was present in there and now I'm going to get him out." I spoke, my eyes closed trying to avoid the shock that could cover his face.

"Why in the hell would you do that?" He asked, almost angered.

"Why must you know everything, I told you what you need to know and what I've promised."

"Because the man tried to kill me with my own body, he also wanted to make me his personal skin suit, and he was just a Hyperion Jackass."

"I know what he did, I know all of what happened."

"Well if you know what he did then why do you want to bring him back?"

"My patience is wearing thin here, Rhys." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"So isn't mine, I don't want Jack to come back and finish me off, I'm lucky I got out of that situation alive." His hand pressed against his chest in a protective manner.

"He won't come after you, you really think that I would let him off of Hades? He'd run ramped and start killing people left and right." I sat myself back in my chair, trying my best to think, "Hell, he could even kill me."

"Then why are you bringing him to life?" He asked in a desperate tone, "are you in love with him or something?"

I looked at him through the top part of my glasses, trying my best to give him an honest look. He saw right through me as his expression changed, mine didn't. He pressed his back into his chair before giving me another skeptical look, I let out a sigh and rubbed my temples.

"You do love him, don't you?" He spoke again, interrupting the silence.

"It's a long story, you wouldn't understand."

"Well, I have all the time in the world, tell me."