Gallics... Foetsch eyes Doctor Steel. The scum of the universe. Killers, murderers. They'll get what's coming to them. He shrugs.
I'll work with them. But only if they will be released to Coalition custody immediately following the experimentation. Will turns on the ball of his foot to face Death Runner. We'll need fresh specimens. Not prisoners of war, kept in a holding cell. I suppose you have a method to acquire them?