Bulky arms folded over Creed’s chest as annoyance decorated his facial features. Magneto never actually “told” the feral to speak with anyone in particular, but he grew tired of waiting and watching the X-Men drag their heels to deliver their promises. If this collar was going to come off, Victor needed to take matters into his own dangerous hands, even if it required the use of a little white lie to gain the inevitable prize of freedom from his shackle.
“Wanna wake up th’ rest of th’ house askin’ stupid questions, or can I continue?” snapped Creed.
Unfortunately, he left Baird no time to answer, and resumed speaking.
“Erik an’ I are takin’ th’ best of th’ beat-nicks an’ goin’ to th’ LAMBDA base. I’ll make sure a few simulations are run prior to, so there ain’t no repeat of what happened th’ last time I was there.” Sabretooth tapped the tip of his clawed index finger against the steel bound around his neck. “Can’t do that with this still on…so… Yeah, make yerself useful an’ take it off. Yer th’ tech guy, ain’t ‘cha? Make with th’ tech!”