"Yeah yeah, heard it all before, try coming up with a new insult," Baird replied in a weary voice as Creed called him "little." Course most people are smaller than you, steroid-mainlining freakazoid, he thought as he remembered his days back when he was stuck in Indoctrination High. Before that fuckhead blackmailed me into the military, when I was still stringy. He quickly pushed those memories back into Repressed Memory Lane.
But as he neared the exit, he heard that one final line. He halted for just a second.. then he turned around. The grin on Creed's face reminded him of people he wanted to forget. "You know what? Unlike some people, I can actually leave this room!" He put a smirk on his face, "but you have to stay here in your cage.." his tone grew patronizing as his voice embellished 'cage', "pissing into a tube and having your food cut into little pieces for you!"
As he slammed the Brig door behind him, Baird quickly stomped down the hall back to his tech lab. He just wanted a show. Well I won't entertain him. I don't do lowest common denominator.
He sat down in front of the communications panel,
"Hey Cyclops, its Baird. All the equipment's in top condition. Only thing that needs fixin' is Creed's attitude. Makes Logan look like a fuckin' diplomat."