[color=598527]"So many facades, so many false pretenses among us mad few. Deceit and lies alike swirl like eddies. masked actors one and all..."[/color]

Isaac Vaughn had eaten the food at great prompting from his handlers, mostly to ensure that he was as rigged with explosives as each of the others. They were not unkind to the man, standing out from the other guards as being clearly members of the United Kingom's SIS, having taken personal custody of Isaac and brought him over to repay a debt owed to Waller, and the US by extension, and the Brits were always eager to not be indebted, at least on the down low on cases such as these. So the former SAS Captain was unsurprised at being turned over to Waller, under no obligation to receive the benefits offered by the Task Force's offer. However, it was better than rotting away in a cell, and he might even have a chance at a preventing another mad awakening by the forces of the in between. The power restraining collar and cuffs fell away, and Isaac stretched, groaning a bit at finally being out of a straight jacket.

Lady Nightmare's awakening into her true form elicited a great deal of fear and shock, no doubt, but perhaps the most peculiar response was a giggle that erupted into a grand, almost painful laughing fit. Isaac was nearly doubled over at the display, tears running down his face from the sheer exertion the laughter was exerting on him. The response from the Terminator rip off hardly got much response from Isaac as he glanced up at her, grinning madly, eyes fixed on hers for a scant few seconds too long, unblinking and staring deeply into her soul, or how it might feel. The grin faded when the question was posed as to why not send in some better known Metahumans, such as the JL, and his grin vanished, somber in face as he turned to look Waller dead in the eye, twenty years black op experience speaking instead of the maddened Isaac that usually resided.

[color=598527]"Expendable, deniable assets. If the Crown, god bless them, wanted a contingency should the 'Heroes' of the world go rogue, than why not the colonials? Why bring them in on a possible case, and I cannot say it is such a thing, when they can send in people with no vested interest, and no one would readily believe. And, if something should go wrong, well, what's a couple dead criminals and madmen?"[/color]

The comment on nightmare fuel by the cowboy brought a mad snort from Isaac, or Lovecraft as the files referred to him as, and he turned to give Lady Nightmare an offhand glance, genuinely unimpressed by what was in front of him. His last offhand comment as he went about retreiving his attire, the only weapon being an old Webley Service Revolver, which he ensured was ready for action since it was the only piece of his equipment to survive incarceration it seemed, was unlikely to help much at all.

[color=598527]"A drop of truth among the invited to a midnight brunch in the garden of good and evil. At least she wears herself plainly and truly, almost as close to her parallel self as our newfound superior. Something I have yet to decide is either a relief, or disturbing..."[/color]