"What is the meaning of this?" One of the other executives repeated looking as Reid and his team approached them with syringes in hand and blank expressions.
"Haven't I said it already?" Ethan muttered in mock confusion, "this is my assurance."
"You know very well what were asking, Ethan Carter," Vladimir added, refusing to be injected with an unknown substance, "why is one of our mercenary teams here and why the hell are they listening to you."
There was a brief silence before Ethan answered, "I might've brainwashed them a little when I captured them."
"Oh and before you ask," he added, looking at them, "your tests are too primitive to catch a brain rework on that level."
"So I'm guessing the liquid in these syringes are what you used to brainwash them?" The female executive asked, suspiciously eyeing the black liquid.
"No," Ethan shook his head, "I would never brainwash my important pieces, you'll still retain full awareness of any action you take, I promise."
