[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=maroon][center]11[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img] http://www.elimparcial.com/Edicionenlinea/Fotos/Entretenimiento/1411497-N.JPG [/img][/center] [hr][hr] Eleven tilted his head slightly at the question of what to do about the men who had come here to kill them. Some of the others seemed to think letting them live was the way to go. The thought seemed beyond crazy to him; these other men were clearly the enemy whose use had likely passed. He doubted they had any useful information left to share and the could certainly find their way out without them. He took a long drag on his cigarette and shook his head in disbelief. [color=maroon]“You have to be kidding right?”[/color] He blurted out looking around at the others. [color=maroon]“They literally came here to kill us. G.I. Jackass and his crew came down here to murder us all, in cold blood, because we were somebody’s fucking science project. No judge, no jury, just executioners, think about what kind of people that makes them to begin with. Why the fuck should we let them live? Whatever happened to us has put a god damn target on our backs, and these motherfuckers can identify us. We let them live, and our faces will be out there, everywhere, and they, and probably a whole lot more, will be after us until they get the job down. I don’t know about the rest of you but I plan on living.” [/color] Eleven was willing to kill for survival, it wasn’t even a hard choice. These men had come down here with the sole intent of killing him and his fellow lab rats so to him, they weren’t even worth considering mercy. He finished off his cigarette and flicked it at one of the guys without a number on their arms. [color=maroon]“We can’t be afraid to get our hands dirty, not if we want to survive. I vote we kill.”[/color]