CHARACTER SWAP

The Skrull stretched his neck and face across the table, while speaking. "Spare me the histrionics, Anubis. All the mutants should be killed. They interfere too much in the affairs of their betters already." When Ares' hand struck the table, he pulled his neck back.

"This Gold-man, he was once in SHIELD? I think I recall him now, daring to intercede in the Phoenix affair. It will be a pleasure destroying him." His expression was a bored one as he listened to the rest of the meeting. At the end of the day, he didn't truly care about much other than killing some more humans. "Do we have any intelligence on this Gold-man's current location? Or that of his lackies? Are they still in Mutant Town? Moonchild is right, they may lead us to him."

With Venom and Kl'rt in the pale man's face, Anubis felt a surge of rage that was still hidden by the stoic face of the man in black. Rebel or not, Anpu was ROYALTY. And the two of them had the nerve to dare to think they could get THAT close in such a disrespectful manner? No. At least Kl'rt was smart enough to back off. But to give Venom some encouragement, the pale man blinked once and sent wave of dry, scorching heat towards the symbiote. The air shimmered it was so intense. He knew the foolish creature and it's sad host would move away quickly; that was the plan."I very well remember my place, Ares... I never intend to go back to it either." Some sort or form of an informative conversation was needed between the two gods at a later time; it seemed Ares had his facts twisted on the unspoken conditions of his presence on the team.

"While deporting me would be a futile mistake and waste of time and energy on HAMMER's part, point taken and understood. My king's orders are not to confront these people in hostile ways. I thought my offer of ressurection for the individuals in question in case they are burned, crushed, or decapitated by our hands would be more of a boon than interference..." The pale man took off the black fedora that sat on his head and set it on the table."Goldman is a pest, yes, a law-breaking pest, a dangerous law-breaking pest too... But believe me Ares, ending his life will hurt you, no matter how unimaginable that may seem to you."

Leaning back, the pale man stroked the thin black goatee that grew on his chin in quiet thought."I am willing to infiltrate HYDRA, steal information, compromise bases, and capture all agents I can alive or dead." With a grin, the pale man flashed pearly white fangs at Ares."I can bring you the Red Skull if you really want me to try."

Venom's eyes never left Anubis, even as the others spoke. It wasn't until Ares' fist met the table that his attention wandered. A back-flip from his current position had the symbiote on the ceiling looking to the God of War. They had tried their hand at besting the God of War and failed, their redemption was here as a following soldier. Listening to Ares, Venom slid back down into his chair and like a dog that had done wrong by his master his eyes remained on the table as he spoke softly.

"We understand, God of War," Venom spoke. Their attention wandered once more to the alien, Kl'rt as he spoke. Then back to Ares. "What is the extent of our detail? If we come across a SHIELD Agent and they leave themselves open for arrest? Do we take them in? What if they refuse and attempt to flee or attack us? May we then proceed to chase them like the mice they are and possibly rough them up?" Venom asked as he looked to the God of War.

Use lethal force only when the situation called for it was something that Moon was willing to do for despite her sweet exterior that seemed to be clouded with innocence to kill, though she had yet to do so, was not something she was against should it come to that. Being a former genie she knew that life often came with choices, some being harder than others.

Standing up slowly the brunette took out her sword and held it in front of her with the top inches away from her forehead, "your word is my will Great Warrior Ares." After making that statement she bowed her head slightly before sheathing her sword. For Moon one would have to be like Ares in order to be called Great Warrior and she was determined to use her sword as he had commanded, when and if lethal force was necessary.