Kapitel 63: The next mission.

The figure's mouth twisted into a slight smirk. "Captain Rex, I assume?" The voice was smooth, but there was a sharpness to it, like a blade hidden under silk.

Rex crossed his arms, his earlier theatrics forgotten, replaced by a hard, unflinching gaze. "Depends on who's asking."

The officer, still pale and furious, struggled in the grip of the Sentinels, sputtering. "This man... this man assaulted me in the medical bay! I demand justice!"

The figure in black armor raised a gloved hand, silencing the officer with a mere flick of the wrist. "Enough." Her gaze shifted back to Rex, appraising him. "I've heard... interesting things about you, Captain. It seems you have a way of attracting attention."

Rex shrugged, a half-smile playing on his lips. "What can I say? People just love a good underdog."

From behind, Carlos couldn't resist. "Underdog? You're about as subtle as a tank, Rex."