"I'm pretty sure I'm not only your god damned CO, but also the director of the division you swore an oath to, Taylor. Now you can either come out of there and we can possibly work this out like real, civilized members of the human race, or I can come in there, gut you open like a fish and drag you out by your GOD DAMNED intestines.."
She shakenly clipped her rapier to her belt, her fist clenched and ready. She was not happy. Not one bit, and the fact that she was throwing threats around like treats at a baseball game was clear evidence of that. Driva had very limited options, and it was evident by her tone that he was not going to like any of them. "Your choice, enfoiré..."
