In fact, Stormfront had never intended to tell Andrew the secrets of Vought Pharmaceutical Company. She only wanted to trick him into helping her kill Grace.
That would let her vent her hatred and regain her powers. After that, she might find a way to escape, though the odds were slim. After all, her enemy was the Director of S.W.O.R.D.
"Stormfront, don't think you're the only smart person here. Do you really think I don't know what you're plotting?"
Andrew shook his head and said, "In that case, we'll follow procedure. First comes torture, then we use abilities to extract information. After that, there are two possible outcomes.
"One, you get scared and tell us willingly. Two, you refuse to give in and end up an idiot. Either outcome is acceptable to me."
"Then follow your procedure. Let's see whether I'll talk."
Stormfront looked disdainful. "Oh, and remember to find someone to heal me. Otherwise, I might die halfway through the torture. I'm not afraid of dying, but I'd hate to disappoint you."
With that, Stormfront laughed loudly, then broke into a fit of coughing. That only made her hate Grace even more. She wasn't afraid of death, but dying without killing Grace left her bitterly unwilling to accept it.
Stormfront had never hated anyone so much in her life. Grace was simply too despicable.
"As expected of a remnant of the old regime. Such conviction."
Andrew shook his head and turned his chair around. "Soldier Boy, get started. I'll rest for a while. I'm a kind man. I can't bear to see people suffer. Ah, what can I do? I'm the Savior, after all."
Soldier Boy and Stormfront were both speechless. How could he even say something like that? Was he sure he was really the Savior?
"Leave the