"Yeah. Its a huge lie. All that secrecy ended up hurting the people more than protecting them. Remember back in WW2, the nazis had a special organization within their ranks? Hydra. After so many years, they still exist today. Even worst is that SHIELD ended up nurturing Hydra to the 21st century. Hydra was already deeply embedded into SHIELD. Those spacecrafts...long story short, Hydra wanted to use those ships to wipe out millions of people they didn't see "fit". In a way, it was like their old methods of ethnic "cleansing".
That was the last straw. Who the hell was she to criticize him. Lobo turned on his heel and walked quickly back to Beatrice. His weight shook the ground with every step he took. "Yea...and your point?" Right then did he drop the hook from his chain on the ground. with his veins bulging against his right forearm, it was quite obvious he was gripping the weapon. The large alien leaned forward hunching his back so that they were both face to face and on the same eye level. The smell of booze, cigars, and what appeared to be the stench of blood where think on the man. His bright red eyes gleamed into hers with furrowed brows. "You wanna repeat that princess....I didn't quite hear that over the sound of me thinking how much they'd pay me for handing you over. Come to think about it I know plenty of people that'd pay top dollar just so they could have the mere opportunity to slice ya open and figure out what makes ya tick. And ya know what I love more than a pretty faced woman an a beer in my hand?......The sweet smell o' cash and feeling of blood drenched blue jeans on me after a job well done." Finishing up what he was saying, Lobo obxniously licked his yellowish white teeth giving them a certain shine. He grinned from ear to ear looking at the small petite woman in front of her. Fashioning himself a hint from his cigar, Lobo used his free hand to reach in and pull out one of his previous lit cigars. Lighting it up the Main Man put away the lighter before taking a long strong hit of it. A purple path of smoke lingered from his mouth and into Beatrice's face, as a complimentary [******** you from the Main Man himself. "I'm willing ta bet I could get close to a few millions on ya just as a bare minimum. A billions worth if and when I play my cards right..and with that type of money on hand I'm more than certain they'd have some nasty things planned for ya. Maybe Doom will make a army out of you or some other nut job...I hear General Ross seems to have quite the...obsession with you and making an super soldier army. Wonder how much carnage he could cause with you being his little guinea pig. And you of all people should know how much I love carnage."
"So?....I kill cause I feel like it. What's that gotta do with anything?"
Lobo turned around just in time for his bike to suddenly appear and swoop down from the sky in front of him. "Hence the reason why I don't stop being...well...me...You don't see me complaining when you go
green and start rampaging. Probably because your too busy being some tool used for your 'friends.'"
The large alien walked away not caring of Beatrice's 'authority'. He wasn't in the mood anymore and was wondering on when and where his next drink would be. With his two fingers he let out a large whistle alarming his space hog that he needed transport ASAP.
At that point and time did The Main Man begin to mutter something in his native language.
To Beatrice, it was incomprehensible beyond all recognition as it belonged to a nearly dead
civilization. This conversation had put him into an even angrier mood (if that was possible).
Grinding his teeth together furiously and muttering his dialect like a madman, the bimbo was
reduced to a mutilated bloody corpse as Lobo stormed off leaving a trail of blood.
The chalky white alien gnashed his teeth together before furrowing his brow. "NO!" Crossing his arms in front of his chest,
he turned his attention away from Beatrice and away from the red head bimbo. "It's not like you ever do anything fun. Besides do calculations all day."
"HEY! She says that she rather enjoys my fondness for alcohol. Plus she dresses nice for me."
Lobo said stick out his tongue teasingly at Beatrice. He wrapped his arm tightly around the bimbo in fear that she might slip away. "It's not like you do anything fun...unless you're green."