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"300 rz?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I could get this shit for 1/4 of the price in the next sector over!"
"Then go to that flea-ridden sector, you poor piece of shit. 300 rz! That's it!"
Viper sucked his teeth in annoyance as he stuffed his hand into his pants pocket. He glared in frustration at the impatient creature before him.
"Furry little pig-faced thief. What are you anyway? Miss Piggy's long lost daddy? That's why you have one eye instead of two. Look like a damn cyclops," Viper muttered.
"Are you paying or not?!" the merch snapped his fingers at him.
Viper shook his head when he felt someone push him over nearly knocking him into the stand.
"Hey! Watch it, asshole!" Viper snarled. He turned around to see a dark-hooded figure rush past him. Shoving several pedestrians to the side and parting the crowded street market like the red sea.
Viper furrowed his brow when he heard the merch snap his fingers at him.
"Listen, you-" the merch said when he immediately stepped back as Viper pointed his long sword at his neck.
"Snap your little hot dog fingers at me again, and I'll slice you like a melon and make fruit punch with your blood. Got it?" Viper threatened.
The merch blinked at him in fear.
"You don't even know what fruit punch is do you? I swear to- Where the fuck are the humans around here?! Gotdammit it's like a fucking infestat- just give me the damn product," Viper snapped impatiently.
The merch quickly handed it over to him.
"Pleasure doing business with you, piglet. Have a horrible fucking day," Viper said throwing his coins at the merch. He sheathed his sword behind his back and walked away from the stand, moving through the densely populated crowd.
"Hmm. 3 bolts... 5 knots... still missing a few pieces," Viper said rummaging through the tools in his pocket. "Might have to pay Wrench a visit... get this rusty piece of shit fixed."
Viper groaned as he rotated his arm and heard the crank of the metal bolts in his arm.
Suddenly he felt a slight shock in his neck. He gently ran his finger over the bright silver metal device lodged into his vein.
"What the fuck do these assholes want now?" he muttered as he clicked the button on the metal device.
"All convicts are to report to Orion Head Base. I repeat: All convicts report to Orion Head Base."
"Great..." Viper groaned as he readjusted the helmet on his head and headed out.
"There are 23 convicts in the area, sir. Would you like me to point them out?"
"But, sir, this will help your score to freed-"
"I said no. I want to rest."
Killshot sat back again the broken cement wall. With a small jagged dagger, he sliced an apple before slipping a piece into the only exposed part of his helmet and munching on the sweet fruit. His large gun hung off the side of his shoulder while another gun was wedged between his legs. His black boots caked with dirt and blood.
From his view, he could see the crowded street market below. His ever-wandering eye taking in the surroundings when suddenly he saw someone rushing through the crowd.
Killshot slowly moved towards the edge of the roof and crouched down, watching the hooded figure bulldoze its way through the crowd.
"45 degrees northwest... Grey hood... convict?"
"One moment, sir."
Killshot waited as he watched the figure stumble to make it out of the crowd. From the way it limped, he could tell the creature was injured.
"No, sir. Not a convict. There's no tag."
Killshot hummed to himself, getting lost in thought. When suddenly he felt a sharp shock on the side of his neck.
"There's a message from Orion Head Base, sir. They're demanding the attendance of all convicts. They say it's urgent."
Killshot groaned in frustration as he covered his mouth with his mask.
"It's always fucking urgent..."
"'Scuse me. Pardon me, big head. Move out of the way, if you don't wanna lose your fingers."
Viper shoved his way through the tight crowd, all gathered in the large metal container building.
Viper lifted his helmet and looked to his right to see a man with half of a metal face, the other side completely burnt. His two arms both had guns in replacement of hands.
"'Sup, Ruger," Viper nodded his head. "Got any good kills today?"
The burnt fleshy side of Ruger's face turned down into a frown.
"Almost... it would've been easy too. But damn aristocrats beat me to it. They always beat me to it," Ruger sighed.
"It's cause you make a shit ton of noise wherever you go? You clink when you walk, Ruger. Get your raggedy ass fixed, man," Viper said hitting him playfully on his metal shoulder.
"You know I can't fix that shit. It's a part of me."
"Get smaller parts then! You walk around like you're the gotdamn juggernaut when you know damn well your flat cyborg ass is a fuckin' microwave."
"Why do you always have to compare me to a microwave? Why not another device like a car engine or a toaster or-"
"You want me to call you a toaster, Ruger? Really?" Viper smirked at him.
Ruger scowled at Viper. "Shut up."
"Attention, convicts! We are about to begin!" a voice beamed from overhead.
"Now what's this shit all about? And why isn't Radius here?" Viper asked.
"He's in the next container over," Ruger said. "Saw him earlier, but he didn't make it in with this group. Too busy chatting up a few sexbots."
"Typical," Viper smirked.
"They're probably announcing another hunt," Ruger shrugged.
"Seriously? And for what? Another measly 20 points. Waste of fucking time," Viper said leaning back against a metal pole and folding his arms across his chest. He lowered his head to his chest. "Wake me up when they're done."
"Hey! Watch where you're-" a blue-skinned convict with white hair and coiled ears immediately stopped talking when he realized who bumped into him.
"S-sorry... Killshot. Didn't know it was you."
Killshot merely grunted as he pushed his way through the crowd.
"Sir... there are 18 convicts here that have you on their points list."
"Cute," Killshot said simply. He stuffed his hands in the deep pockets of his long cape and looked up at the balcony above them all where they waited for the announcement.
"Sir, there's a hostile convict approaching you from behind-"
In a split second, a small gun flipped up from Killshot's left shoulder and shot a beam behind him that went through another convict's head.
The other convicts looked in awe as they stared at the back of Killshot's head through the hole in his assailant's head before the assailant fell to the floor dead.
"Anyone else?" Killshot said gruffly.
The convicts around him took a few steps back away from him.
Killshot stared at the balcony as a man in a crisp white suit came out followed by 3 sparsely-dressed women, two of which were cyborgs.
"Take notes, Gia," Killshot said lowly. "His mannerisms. His typing. His codes. Make sure to record them all for our records."
"Welcome, bounty hunters," the man smiled charmingly. "It never ceases to amaze me how quickly you all are to respond to a moment's call."
"Like we have a fucking choice," Killshot heard someone next to him mutter.
"You're probably wondering why you're here," the man smiled charmingly. "We wouldn't have asked you to assemble if it wasn't something...exciting."
Ruger rolled his eye when he heard Viper loudly snoring next to him.
"I have a special announcement for you," the man said turning to one of the women handing him a clipboard with a holograph. "Thank you, sweetheart."
The man tapped on the clipboard and projected a faceless figure to the crowd below him.
"We are looking for a fugitive by the name of Blood Rayne," the man said. "Bring it back to us. Dead or alive."
"Of course," Ruger said annoyed. He tapped Viper on the chest.
"Huh?" Viper said sleepily.
"Let's get out of here. Just another senseless hunt. You owe me lunch," Ruger said.
"Since fucking when?" Viper snorted.
"Since that time-" Ruger started when the man spoke up again.
"The reward for this fugitive's capture and return is the full term of your sentence."
Several gasps filled the air as the convicts mumured to themselves.
"Did he just say what I think he said?!" Viper blurted.
"The full fucking term?!" Ruger said in disbelief.
"I know this is not something we've ever done before," the man continued. "And it will not happen again. So, understand the full urgency of this matter. Find it. Bring it back to Orion Head Base. And you will gain your freedom..."
"Sir. My records show that the fugitive he is looking for is the same creature we saw at the street market," Gia said.
Killshot looked up at the hooded figure on the holographic screen.
"The full term, huh...?" Killshot said to himself.
"Ow! Fuck, Reese!"
"Well if you would just stop moving, this would go a lot smoother!"
"Just give me the fucking knife, dammit. I'll do it myself."
Reese sighed as she leaned back against the dilapidated counter. She blew a strand of dirty blonde hair from in front of her face. Her light green eyes watching her friend seated shirtless in a worn-out bra and torn pants. Her bloody hand trying to steady itself as she pushed the knife into her arm. Her face cringed in agony.
Rayne looked at Reese to see the worry in her light green eyes.
"Why won't you just let me help you," Reese insisted.
"I got it," Rayne said biting down hard on her bottom lip as she dug the knife further into her arm. "Shit! Fucking shit!"
"Just! I'm fine, Reese! Dammit!"
Rayne gasped as the knife went deeper before it hit something hard. She maneuvered her hand until she managed to pull the bullet that was lodged into her arm.
"There," Rayne said sweating and breathing heavily as she dropped the bloody knife and bullet on the metal table. "Piece of- piece of cake."
Reese shook her head. "You're such a stubborn brat, you know that?"
"Love you too, babe," Rayne smirked as she grabbed her shirt.
"Hello?!" Reese blurted.
"What?" Rayne said confused.
"Are you stupid?! We have to clean the wound!"
"I don't have time for that, Reese."
"Oh okay! Get a blood infection and you'll die anyway!"
Rayne rolled her eyes as she tossed her shirt to the side. "Fine."
Reese sucked her teeth as she grabbed a bottle of liquor and a cloth.
Rayne watched as Reese poured the liquor onto her arm and winced as she saw the blood drip away.
"Every time I see you, you've got another fucking bullet in you or a stab wound or a ruptured spleen," Reese muttered as she wiped down the wound.
"Wait till you see the one near my ass," Rayne smirked as she grabbed the bottle of liquor and started guzzling it down.
She caught Reese giving her a dirty look.
"What?" Rayne asked.
"It's not fucking funny, Rayne!"
"Do you see me laughing?" Rayne smirked.
Reese shook her head as she threw the towel at Rayne and walked away from her.
"Come on, Reese," Rayne said more seriously. " Come on- I'm just..."
Rayne struggled to hop off the table and limped to her friend.
"Reese," Rayne said tugging on her friend's arm. Reese turned around and Rayne felt her heart drop to see tears streaming down her friend's face.
"Fuck, Reese, please don't-"
"I'm terrified that one of these days you're gonna walk through that door and... and I won't be able to save you. Or that I'm gonna find your dead body in a fucking ditch. I can't keep doing this, Rayne. You can't! And now fucking Orion is after you?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Reese hit Rayne several times in the chest until Rayne wrapped her up in her arms and held her tight. Reese sobbed against her friend's chest, as all of her anguish came gushing out.
"...I'm so sorry, Reese... I didn't mean to bring you into this..." Rayne said remorsefully.
"We've spent our entire lives together, Rayne. You're my sister and I love you with all my heart. There's no way I wasn't going to be involved," Reese said trying to control her sobbing.
Rayne sighed as the full weight of her guilt burdened her shoulders.
"I can't stop till I find him, Reese... and I'm so close..."
"You don't even know if he's still alive."
"I know he is," Rayne said quickly as she pulled back from her friend. "I can... I can feel it. In my heart. I just-... I know he's alive. And I have to find him."
Reese furrowed her brow and pouted as she considered Rayne thoughtfully.
"Then just let me bandage your thigh before you leave again," Reese said.
Rayne smiled gratefully as she shimmied her pants down revealing her black boy shorts and her bruised bleeding thigh.
"It looks infected," Reese said worriedly as she washed her hands.
"The muscle ruptured when I jumped off the train tracks," Rayne winced as she leaned against the metal table. "Had 35 Orion soldiers on my ass. I'm lucky this is all I got."
"Just because you can make the sky bleed doesn't mean you're superhuman, Rayne," Reese sighed as she started to bandage Rayne's thigh.
"Yea? Why do you think those assholes are after me?" Rayne said with a raised brow.
"Cause you hacked into their main security system, compromised their data, and threatened their leader at gunpoint," Reese said quickly.
Rayne blinked at her.
"...Okay, but after that-"
Rayne chuckled when suddenly she heard a noise outside.
"Someone's here," Rayne said quietly as she quickly shot up.
"Were you followed?" Reese asked.
"No, I-" Rayne quickly moved off the table and grabbed her gun.
"Rayne!" Reese said frantically as she saw her friend rush to put on her clothes.
"I have to get out of here. It's not safe to be around me. I need to get them away from you," Rayne said throwing on her hooded cloak and pulling on her mask.
Reese looked at Rayne with deep-seated worry in her eyes.
"I can't let them hurt you," Rayne's robotic voice came out from the voice modulator.
Rayne rushed to the exit with a gun in each hand when she heard Reese call out to her.
She looked at Reese to see tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please come back to me... alive," Reese pleaded.
Rayne hesitantly nodded before she ducked out.
"Does this mean I'm not getting any lunch?"
"Fuck no you're not getting any damn lunch," Viper said as he speedily climbed the tall fence like a monkey and with high agility flipped his body over the fence. He landed on the other side and saw Ruger giving him a disdainful look.
"I mean... raincheck?" Viper said.
"Sure," Ruger said rolling his eyes. "If you do catch this... Blood Rayne fugitive, make sure you remember the rest of us little people, yea?"
"Of course not, Ruger. I hate you all, remember?" Viper snickered as he hopped on his motorcycle.
"Asshole," Ruger grinned as he watched Viper speed off.
"Now if I were an on-the-run fugitive worth the freedom of thousands of convicts, where would I be?" Viper said to himself as his motorcycle swerved in one of the lanes.
Viper heard a ringing in his helmet and clicked a button on his wrist.
"Ruger! Miss me already, sweetheart?"
"Fuck off," Ruger said. "I just thought you wanted to know where everyone is headed."
"Talk dirty to me."
"40 convicts headed southeast towards a suspicious sighting, 60 headed southwest... another 55 northeast... a minor few went northwest but apparently so did a lot of Orion soldiers."
"Shit, it's like a fucking easter egg hunt with these desperate bitches... well... I'm also a desperate bitch, so let's go! Northwest it is!"
He swerved at the fork in the road and took off down another highway.
"Just be careful. I heard this guy's kill count is through the roof. Word on the street is that he took out a whole squadron of Orion soldiers.
"That's not saying much. Orion soldiers are fucking pussies," Viper scoffed. "Anyway, whoever this guy is, I know one thing for sure...sucks to be him right now."
(This song is badass and sexy.)
"HE'S OVER THERE!"
Rayne winced as she weaved through the busy streets crowded with pedestrians, a bullet slicing through her hood and across her mocha brown skin just as she avoided the others that flew past her face.
Her heavy panting was the only thing she could hear as her feet ran as fast as possible. She quickly glanced behind her to see several of Orion's infamous convicts headed in her direction.
She must have missed something. She thought only the soldiers were after her. Why were the convicts now chasing her?
"Fucking bounty hunters," she muttered as she ran through an empty alley. She jumped on top of a garbage can and used it as leverage to jump off of the brick wall over and then to the stair railing before pulling herself over the roof.
"AH!" she winced as another bullet grazed her leg. "FUCK! FUCK!"
She glanced to see bounty hunters already on the roof of the building over . Pulling the gun from her holster, she shot multiple times, hitting several of them before she kept running.
She limped as she ran across the roof, trying to ignore the pain.
She came to a short stop when she reached the end. Glancing across, she saw another building with a warehouse beneath.
"Okay! Okay!" she said taking deep breaths as she walked backward and ran as fast as she could leaping in the air across to the other building.
Pain surged through her arm as she landed hard on her shoulder.
Taking a quick breath, she grabbed her arm and immediately kept running as more bullets flew past her.
Finding a latch in the roof she shot at the lock and yanked it up before slipping inside.
Rayne leaned back against a brick wall and took deep breaths as all of her pain started to hit her at once. She grabbed her arm and took a painful breath as she popped her shoulder back into place and let out a desperate cry of agony.
"Come on, Rayne! Come the fuck on!" she growled at herself as she finally pushed herself off the wall and started heading down the stairs.
Holding her gun to her side, she could hear voices outside.
"I think he went in there," she heard someone say.
She swallowed hard as she ducked beneath the window and crawled to the underside. She heard a rumbling sound and felt the ground move beneath her feet.
"...wha..." she said looking at the ground when suddenly a huge bulldozer came through the brick wall.
She immediately tucked and rolled out of the way.
She quickly pulled out her gun and aimed it at the person driving the bulldozer, putting 2 bullets in his head.
Struggling to crawl out from beneath the rubble, she groaned in agony as she felt a foot stomp into her back. She flipped over and grabbed the foot, twisting it till it cracked as the person fell to the ground.
Rayne tried to control her breathing as she crawled from beneath the rubble. She got up just in time for two convicts to rush her as one picked her up and rammed her into the wall behind her.
She growled, hammering her gloved fist into his head several times until she broke through his mask and stuck her thumb deep into his eye socket.
He screamed in pain, dropping her to the ground where she shoved her fist into his crotch.
His body crumbled to the floor, and another foot came flying at her that she quickly dodged. She flipped onto her feet and blocked her head before another foot could hit her face.
Her fists flew at the same speed as her assailant when their arms locked into each other's like a braid.
She looked at her assailant and headbutted him so hard, blue blood seeped from his nose and forehead. She smashed his head again and again until he let go. She stumbled backward and pulled out her gun, shooting him several times.
Rayne stumbled out of the warehouse to see it was raining.
She breathed heavily as a smile came to her face.
Hearing a few voices, she spotted a group of guys with motorcycles hanging around the outside of a strip club.
"What the fuck is this? Is this blood?" one of the guys said wiping the liquid from his face.
Rayne briskly walked towards them as they looked at her.
"I need one of your bikes," her robotic voice came out.
"Yea and I need a million fucking rz," one of the guys said as the others laughed. "Fuck off."
Rayne immediately pulled out her gun and shot him in the knee causing him to scream out in pain.
"I said I need a fucking bike!" she growled at them.
"T-take it!" the man cried from the ground, holding his gushing knee.
Rayne rushed over to the bike. "Keys," she said impatiently putting her hand out.
The injured man reluctantly gave her his keys.
"Shouldn't be riding with a busted knee anyway," she said getting on the bike and taking off.
Killshot looked through the windshield of his car to see red drops falling onto the window.
"Gia... what is this?"
"Blood, sir. Type O negative."
"The universal blood type..." he said tapping a few buttons on the dashboard next to the gears. "Blood Rayne must be nearby."
He shifted his gears and took off down another road.
"Did you finish running that diagnostic?" he said.
"Almost, sir. Still missing pertinent data."
"Do let me know when you do," Killshot said. "I need to know why they want this guy so badly... why he's worth a full term sentence..."
Killshot turned the steering wheel when he heard gunshots in the distance.
"24 convicts in the area, sir. 16 Orion soldiers. And an unknown hostile," Gia's voice came through.
Suddenly he saw a motorcycle go speeding past him before several bullets hit his window. He looked forward to see numerous convicts and Orion soldiers headed his way.
"Shields up, Gia. I want a lock on what just flew by us."
Killshot spun his car around and immediately took off after the motorcycle.
Rayne's helmet started to fog up from how heavily she was breathing. She could barely see out of it.
She didn't know how much blood she lost. And every single part of her body was in agony.
All she could think about was Reese.
She needed to survive this... for her.
"Please come back to me... alive."
Rayne looked in the side mirror to see there was a new car chasing her. She revved her engine and sped up down the freeway.
She saw herself coming to another rift and prepared as she jumped off of a ramp.
But the sound of another engine blasted in her ear. She glanced to her right and her eyes widened to see another motorcycle headed towards her. She had no time to react as the vehicle collided into her own sending her flying in the air.
Rayne thought she was dead.
She felt dead.
But she could still hear her heartbeat.
She could still feel agonizing pain.
Thus... she still had to be alive.
She slowly opened her eyes to see her mask had cracked partially revealing one eye. The rain had changed back to its normal water droplets as it washed the blood from her body.
She struggled to move, seeing the motorcycle off to the side in pieces.
She had no idea how the hell she survived.
She tried to move. But it's like every bone in her body was broken.
The sound of footsteps crunching wet grass got louder. Glancing to the side she saw a figure with a sword.
"It's just not your day, innit?" the man snickered. "Don't worry. I'll make this quick."
Rayne struggled to move as he aimed his sword at her when suddenly a gun went off and sent the man flying several feet away.
She looked up to see another figure in a hooded cloak who looked completely loaded with weapons from head to toe. His appearance was one of the most intimidating she had ever seen.
"He's mine," the gruff voice said as he walked towards her.
His gun aimed at her when she heard the sound of running and the man prior kicked the other in the chest sending him stumbling backward.
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, Doctor Doom, but this motherfucker here is mine!" Viper snapped at him.
Killshot stood to his feet and glared at Viper.
"I will tear you to fucking pieces," Killshot threatened.
"Yea?" Viper said flipping his sword in his hand and getting into a stance. "Try me, you Darth Vader wannabe."
Killshot snarled as a gun flipped up on each shoulder and he pulled two more from his waists aiming them at Viper.
"Shit, that's a lot of guns. What the fuck are you, the terminator?" Viper said.
Before Killshot had a chance to retort, the rest of the convicts and Orion soldiers had caught up, heading straight for Rayne.
"Bitch! Everyone is trying to take my kill!" Viper said when he looked at Killshot. "Them first?"
"You'll be dead when the last man falls," Killshot said aiming at the convicts and shooting them.
"Okay thanks, partna," Viper said mockingly as he ran towards the soldiers and sliced through them with his sword.
Rayne took the chance to crawl on her stomach and find a place to hide before anyone could catch on.
But her theory proved shortly lived as several of the soldiers surrounded her.
She pulled out her gun and shot one after the other, killing several when another bullet pierced her side.
She groaned in pain as she struggled to her feet and ran towards a building.
"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!" she heard one of the soldiers say.
Killshot put down the last convict and glanced at Viper pulling his sword out of one of their stomachs before he glanced Rayne to see her trying to escape the hoard of soldiers.
He ignored Viper and ran exponentially fast before he grabbed two soldiers, picked them up by their vests and slammed them into each other knocking them both out.
He heard Viper next to him shoving his sword into two soldiers at once.
"You know you're not all that with your fancy guns," Viper teased him.
"Shut up," Killshot snapped at him. A gunshot went off and they both stared at Rayne. The gun in her hand trembling as she held her side.
"Stay the fuck away or I'll put a bullet in both of your heads," her robotic voice came out.
"One problem with that, buddy," Viper said.
"You're out of bullets," Killshot added.
Rayne's breathing became ragged as she pulled the trigger but nothing came out.
She dropped the gun to the ground and backed away from them.
"Like I said... I'll make it quick," Viper said flickering the blade of his sword.
Rayne's mind raced at a million miles per second as she tried to think quickly. She pulled a dagger from her waist and went to aim when a bullet went off hitting her square in the shoulder as she fell to the ground.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" was the only thing she heard before everything went dark.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Viper said shoving Killshot. "I got him first. He was supposed to be my kill, you selfish Batman wannabe asshole!"
Killshot ignored Viper as he walked towards Rayne's body.
"Hello! I'm fucking talking to you!" Viper snarled.
"I didn't kill him," Killshot said.
Viper looked at him confused. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I tranquilized him. I want to know more about him. Why Orion wants him before I hand him over," Killshot said as he looked over the body with confusion. He reached for the broken helmet and pulled it off.
"You mean before I hand him over," Viper said shoving him. "Cause you know damn well-"
Viper stopped short as he stared in surprise at the unconscious woman.
"...what the fuck..." Killshot muttered.
"He's a GIRL?!" Viper blurted.
Rayne slowly opened her eyes to find herself face to face with a grey ceiling. She could hear beeping and looked next to her to see an IV bag with a plastic cord connected to her arm. She struggled to move when she realized her wrists and ankles were chained down.
"What the hell?!" she snarled as she violently fought her chains. "Hey!"
"I'm surprised you can still move after what your body has been through."
Rayne stopped moving and glanced to her side to see the intimidating hooded man with several guns who was chasing her before seated on a chair in front of several computers.
"Who the hell are you? Where am I?!" she demanded.
"I'll be the one asking the questions," he said standing up and walking towards her.
Rayne's jaw tensed as she glared at him.
"Who are you?" Killshot demanded. "What does Orion want with you?"
"And why are you a girl?"
Rayne glanced to her other side to see the other man with a sword and his arms folded across his chest.
"What the fuck kind of question is that?" she asked.
"It's a valid question. And on top of that. Why are you hot?" Viper said.
"Why the fuck are you even here?" Killshot looked at Viper annoyed.
"He's my kill," Viper snapped. "Or she... she's my k- you know why I'm here! Answer the question, ridiculously attractive yet deadly woman!"
"Get me out of these fucking chains!" she growled at them. "I swear I will fucking kill you both!"
"She says while chained to a metal bed. Read the room, honey," Viper said.
"What did you call me?!" she snapped when Killshot roughly grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Answer. My fucking. Question," he demanded. "Who are you?"