I get up and kick the Asset in the fucking bullet-hole. He whines and drops on his knees. I grab his hair and ask him whether he’ll get up until the fucking chopper arrives, or fucking sit down like we fucking told him to. He says ‘no promises, pal’, which I judge to be an incorrect answer. I crack him across the face, and re-state the question. He asks whether the chopper will take long. I draw my stun stick and press it against the dressing covering his wound. He gives the correct answer - he’ll sit down like we fucking told him to.

The hair pulling! (*whimper*) Rumlow taking 80 lashes (holy God, ouch!) How will Rollins react to that? And will there be an extensive examination/torturous brainwipe of "the Asset" because of this "malfunction"?

(This story has been so captivating, thank you author-anon!)