"Now now do we need to start yelling the insults." Flint said bitterly "So what was the plan? How far do you think you can run? You don't think Marcus has more of us?" the guns where put away as the drones stood there, no emotion on there stone cold faces. "When you think about it. Why am I working for Marcus? What would make me of all people want to help that clean cut businessman, the upper class privileged snob, whilst people like us rot in the gutter... some more literally then others." Flint looked to the floor then back up at the girls "Any guesses" Flint smiled sickly as the room began to fill with green gas, at the moment Flint made the gas just that, a clear un-smelling gas, but at a moments notice it could make people very ill. Flint kept the gas in its dormant state, ready to convert it at any moment if he so wished, but first he wanted to talk to the girls. Not understanding how they thought they would escape.