When Able regained consciousness, he found himself on a bed. When his vision became clearer, he realized he wasn't even in his usual containment cite site. He was in a hospital room. To the window next to his bed to how different the air was compared to the near constant recycled, stall air in the foundation. In fact, he could smell the cleaning products used in the room. He went to shield his eyes from the sun's rays when he felt something restraining his wrists. Able looked over to find both his wrists handcuffed to the bed.

He nearly scoffed at the foolishness of this. Did they truly think some flimsy chains would be enough to contain him? Without effort, he snapped the handcuffs into two. He was about to get up when a voice called out

"Rise and shine, gorgeous. I thought you'd never get up."

Able snapped his head towards the front of the room. There, in a chair, sat the disrespectful red head woman from before. She had a rifle in her hands and a inpatient look on her face. She pointed her rifle at Able's head

"Did you truly think these lazy excuses for metal chains would hold me?" He growled at her. Amber shrugged

"No, but the doctors and nurses felt that they were necessary and I didn't want to scare them off by telling them otherwise. Besides, it's not like they'll be asking any questions about this. Not with the bribe we lent out anyways." Amber then continued.

"I wouldn't try anything. Of course, unless you want a crater sized hole in your head." She spoke, her voice soft yet still managing to sound condescending. Able let out a threatening snarl, baring his sharpen teeth at her.

"What is it that you want?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at Amber, who just rolled her eyes at the intimidating monster in front of her.

"I have a deal to make with you. One that you may find very beneficial for your end." She said, standing up from her chair. "In my time as a spy at the SCP Foundation, it would be ignorant for me to say that they didn't treat you like a dog. Hell, not even a dog. A machine made only for their purposes and when that machines begin to malfunction, they throw you to the scrap yard. Lost and forgotten, made to look like it never happen.-" Amber was abruptly cut off by the anomaly in front of her

"Get on with your offer. I care very little for your petty sympathetic speech." Able scoffed out. Amber let out a light chuckle of amusement before continuing

"What I'm asking for is for you to work with my organization. If you can be that obedient dog you were during the foundation's time with Omega 7, I'm sure that you'll find the benefits quite worth being our murder machine." She said, a sickeningly fake sweet smile spread across her face. It was almost like she wanted Able to rip out her vocal cords straight from her throat. If she was trying to spur a reaction from Able (which she was), then she succeeded. Within a second, Able was out of his bed, her gun had been yanked from her hands, bent and twisted beyond repair and torn across the room, and standing directly in front of her.

Amber raised an eye brow at the sociopathic murderer in the front of her. His burning glare was met with her unyielding light green eyes. Daring eyes stared right back into the grey ones of the man in front of her. Able took a step towards her, his hand curled into a fist.

"Do you wish for me to cut you down so desperately? I could cut that little neck of yours right here, right now." He said in a dangerous tone. His hand beginning to come around her neck. Amber let out a laugh as she took a step towards Able. A careful woman she was not, she would not back down to him, especially when he had just threatened her life. Her pride wouldn't allow for it, even if common sense screamed at her to just sit down and shut up. Able's hand then suddenly wrapped itself around her neck. She could feel his sharp nails digging into her skin. She could feel the blood slowly trickling from the scratches and down to her collarbone. She gulped, but didn't let her resolve falter

"Do it then, kill me, and lose any chance you have of anything close to the amount of freedom the organization was going to offer. Just imagine it, not being constantly being murdered every time you wake up, being able to feel the wind on your skin. To being able to wonder the world as you please, being able to feel the warmth of the sun. Imagine being able to take revenge on those who have toyed with you and dared to try and tame you. All of the battles you can indulge yourself in to your hearts content. All of that could be yours. But if you kill me, you'll lose all of that. You'll be recaptured eventually, and you'll be right back where you started."

Able hesitated for a moment, as if in thought. He stopped what he was doing after a good moment of contemplation. He slowly lowered his hand from her neck, letting Amber take an unexpected breath of air that she wasn't sure she was holding or was just compensating for the lack of air when Able was slowly strangling her. The idea of not being in confinement, in a constant eternal sleep, not being met with the merciless cold of his coffin only to be murdered again was a very tempting thought. The idea of revenge sounded even more tempting.

"Fine then, I accept these terms. I'll be your weapon." He seethed out. Amber let out a content smirk, more of a cover up of how scared she was, knowing full well she had basically knocked at death's door and barely talked her way out of it. Able knew, despite Amber's best attempt, he could practically smell the underlying fear coming from her and it gave him a small victory over the infuriating human.

"Most of the missions you'd be on involves the slaughter of Foundation members , among other things. I can assure you that there will rarely be a dull moment for you." Amber mumbled before going over to the door, quietly opening up.

"Well, are you coming with me or did you just plan on laying around all day."

She turned around to be greeted with Able's demon like smile. The thought of endless slaughter of the fools who had wronged him was enough to ward off his foul mood.

"No, I certainly do not." He said, before following Amber outside the room.

"Oh and one more thing." Amber then tossed Able a t-shirt and some pants

"Put those on. Nobody wants to see you walking around with only a loin cloth." She said before turning around and walking off, leaving Able to put on his clothes before quickly catching up with the red head.