Where they had snipped away Amelie's emotions, they had only strengthened Jesse's. Anger, rage, he was a volatile cocktail of emotions, twisted and turned against the men and women he had once called his compatriots. Even Reaper had not been spared, venom spitting from his lips as his mind was reprogrammed.
He was a powderkeg, and they all knew it. But he was a powderkeg on their side, a tool for them to use, and the best damn shot since Ana Amari.
Which is why he has a handler, even if she doesn't realize it. Someone who can mess with his implants with nothing but a swipe of her finger, changing his hormones, his mood, making him more agreeable or more volatile as the situation demanded.
For now, he's a blank slate, more like the old Jesse than he ever was in the field. "Waiting on orders." He replies when she inquires what's up. "Not much else to do."
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Date: 2016-12-16 02:14 pm (UTC)He was a powderkeg, and they all knew it. But he was a powderkeg on their side, a tool for them to use, and the best damn shot since Ana Amari.
Which is why he has a handler, even if she doesn't realize it. Someone who can mess with his implants with nothing but a swipe of her finger, changing his hormones, his mood, making him more agreeable or more volatile as the situation demanded.
For now, he's a blank slate, more like the old Jesse than he ever was in the field.
"Waiting on orders." He replies when she inquires what's up. "Not much else to do."