"Or like prison guards. I'll tell them to hold off on the cavity searches for now. I don't know about Maine but I hear we do things a little bit differently here." The smile on his face was all the more reason for someone to want to punch him. He knew how other facilities ran. How other handlers could use their agents as nothing more than just weapons to be thrown away. Limbo was different in that way. But he had created a little bit of hype around himself to seem the way of those assholes that people never wanted to be put under. The ones that would probably have supers go to therapy once SEA passed and they were released. "I'm not sure the food here is all that great."
Lucas folded his hands behind his back, shrugging slightly. "There's no proof. They'd have the stories of people and nothing else. The government would get away with maybe a slap on the wrist and some of the handlers might get payouts to retire early." He pursed his lips in thought for a moment and took in a deep breath. "Volunteers or actual felons. I don't think people will be lining the streets to be the government's powered attack dog. I hear the benefits suck."
He could act...as much as he would like. Make it seem like this was all that he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Make it seem like this was the greatest thing that ever happened to him and most people fed into it. If not everyone fed into it. There wasn't so much as a reaction on his face when she asked him, however. If turning her in got him paid for the day. It was blood money at best but that never stopped him from spending it as he leaned against the wall.
"I outed and conscripted plenty of supers when I started, Hensley." His eyes scaled her up and down before moving his arms to fold in front of his chest. "It was a decent amount. The thing about turning in Supers to the government is you get paid a lot. If they're asking for a certain skill set in particular you get a bonus. I got a BMW. All the bells and whistles, it drives pretty nice. Dream car...all thanks to you."