With the helmet, it was impossible to gauge Felix's expression of course and unfortunately, his body language was equally hard to read. So far, the man had proven himself to be mercurial and absolutely ruthless. He and his partner had vented most of the prisoners of the Tartarus without so much as blinking an eye.

So Wash was totally within his rights to be wary around the merc. Felix's helmet tilted ever so slightly and looked a lot like a cat eying a particularly juicy mouse. "You're not planning on hunting him down and skinning him alive for all the terrible things he did to you and your friends back in Project Freelancer, are you? Cause, while I can appreciate the need for revenge, Locus seems to think we need him." Locus being the operative word. Not Felix so it would seem.