[u]Hannibal[/u]

Hannibal smiled.

He had won.

"Yes... Yes, how dare I." Hannibal replied, his reptilian lips falling into a smirk, with just the tips of his teeth protruding from his maw. He made no comment, simply waiting for Laxaris' tirade to end. "You speak of freedom, but why?" he questioned, crossing his huge hulking arms across his chest and staring deep into Laxaris' eyes, peering into his soul. His eyes were alert and distinguishing, like that of a stalker watching their chosen victim for their day to day habits. "Everything you say relates to death. My bounty is created by what you could only guess my activities were, the KSP as a threat, your... bipolar behavior... all leads to subconscious expression of PTSD." he said, with slight distaste to his tongue at using a psychological profile to determine Laxaris' psyche. "The fact that you've taken the time to go through what little there was left of the agency to find out about our existence... The way you concocted this whole plan to dupe the military and want a weapon to give you the power to force the world into submission for us... The amount of homework you've done on reports about me and no doubtably others..." He said, before trailing off.

"You've done this before, haven't you Laxaris." He said, less as a question, and more as a statement. "And you lost something or someone... then failed." He stared hard into Laxaris' eyes for another few seconds, before he turned away to look at the rest of the operatives over his shoulder. He then turned back to look at Laxaris again, his arms falling behind his back and clasping each other, his fingers interlacing. "Have I ever told you the definition... of insanity?"

His eyes darted over to Citrine, who had commented that she was actually happy to see him. "It has been a long time since I have heard anyone say anything besides garbled pleading for their life or screaming upon seeing me." He said, a faint smile gracing the corners of his mouth, before it fell back to it's neutral face when Cheshire asked him about how he had earned such a warrant for destruction. "I have had no means of finding out how much I am worth. Very few ever see me until it is too late. But I suppose my style of hunting is known enough to trace it back to a bestial operative. There are signs of a short struggle at first, then the person is missing for a while and presumed dead. I've seen things about one hundred sixty something confirmed deaths on the little I have seen." he commented. "But they can only find so many corpses that havent been completely consumed... and only so many corpses that have been found." he said. "Personally I'd think it'd be higher if they had a solid body count." He said. He took a quick once over at the group, finding that Arsenic had joined them. Seeing them all again caused him to reassess them as a whole. Cheshire he found... interesting. Her mind was twisted and warped. He wondered how she would react when her walls would crack. Would reality gradually seep in or would she be overwhelmed? Her power had it's uses, but the best way to eliminate her would most likely to break down her mental walls. Arsenic he had enjoyed more than they others. Her attitude was... interesting to him and he had always enjoyed a good temper flare. Her power was simply dangerous. He liked that. Citrine was an entity on her own. She was dangerous, but at the same time not a threat and he himself questioned where she stood in threat level. He supposed she would have to be taken in a situation by situation basis. But for now... she was nothing he couldn't handle on his own. Ghost was good at being his nickname, and in his own way he supposed that as long as the operative gave him no reason to attempt a slaughter, that no issue would be had in any way with him.