Direction (Updated)

Shlick~

The sound of metal hitting flesh accompanied Greg's slash. However, his expected outcome didn't happen.

"Naughty" Harvey said before bending Greg's hands out of proportion. While doing this, he didn't forget to catch the knife in mid-air.

He held it in front of Greg's face which then began to create small cuts on the screaming man's face.

He wasn't a sadist though nor was he sick. He was incapable of feeling and only operates on objectivity. This is due to the lack of resources for his mental training that Harvey resorted to using failing his missions to get a supply of mental energy that he can work with, prolonging the 677 days the system calculated before. Anyways, Hydra's operations weren't for the good of the world so he thinks he's more than happy.

With a slight twist, Harvey finished what he was doing. Slowly, ribbon-like strips of skin fell down Chameleon's face yet the process is completely devoid of blood. It revealed a slender face filled with vertical lines underneath.

"Scan"

"Scan?" Chameleon Greg parroted.

Suddenly, he watched in horror as Harvey's face changed to his. This loss in focus then allowed an invisible wave of mental energy to assail his mind. He then felt an itch at the back of his head so strong he forgot about the danger he was in. Alas, no matter what he does, the tingling sensation didn't go away.

Plop~

"Fail" Harvey shook his head. His mind-reading ability wasn't as good as Marvel's top telepath. Chameleon Greg turned vegetative yet the information he got in return is minimal.

Putting those thoughts at the back of his mind, Harvey moved the toilet seat away and descended underground. The journey was smooth owing to the dead man's effort and soon he escaped the Hydra base.